Derek had no idea how he got roped into doing this. Again. For the third year in a row, goddammit Erica.
Boxes were being piled in front of him accompanied by small smiles and some large, and a scowl here or there as shoppers came by.
Derek had been set at the gift wrapping station at the Macy’s in the mall as a volunteer program thing that the pack did every year, each person doing something each year.
The next person who asked Derek, “Do you take checks for a donation?” was getting their throat ripped out.
Stiles collapsed into the seat next to him, shooting him an easy grin, his elf hat falling into his face. Derek’s heart didn’t skip a beat, nope.
“Having fun?” he asked, during a lull in the crowd. Derek glared and Stiles laughed in response.
“Oh come on, it’s for charity!”
Derek rolled his eyes, messing with a red bow given to those who donate a five or more. “Still sucks,” he grumbled. Stiles shook his head, smiling, a light blush tinting his cheeks which, huh, wonder why, Derek asked himself.
“I’ll help. Erica is being preoccupied by Isaac who is having a small crisis about being Santa this year.”
Derek laughed, an honest to God laugh and Stiles’ grin widened.
For the next hour and a half, they sat there at the table, wrapping gifts for those too lazy to do it themselves. California, Derek thought bitterly.
He couldn’t help but stare at Stiles a few times. He seemed to really enjoy being a part of the Christmas season.
Stiles caught his eye once and grinned as he slapped a bow onto the box wrapped in red paper sprinkled with tiny white snowflakes. He didn’t look long and went back to staring at his phone during the short breaks they were granted.
Derek frowned shortly, because at one point Stiles blushed darkly, eyes shooting over to Derek and then diverting very quickly, typing viciously across his keyboard. Derek huffed at that, brow crease deepening.
Finally, Allison sauntered up to their table wearing her elf costume that matched Stiles’. “You guys ready for a lunch break?” She winked at Stiles who glared and stomped off. Derek blinked.
“Uh. Did I do something?”
Allison stared after Stiles in shock. “Oh my God he was serious he really didn’t tell you yet…”
“Tell me what?” Derek growled.
“Huh?” Allison looked back at Derek and her eyes widened. “W-Oh! Oh, nothing, never mind.”
“Allison, why is Stiles so fed up, and what does it have to do with me?”
Allison said nothing, looking like she wished the ground would swallow her up. He sighed and pushed past her and jogging in the direction he saw Stiles move. He found him standing in the small hallway between the dressing rooms and the bathrooms in the men’s department, glaring at the ground. When Derek entered his field of vision, he glared at him, which surprised him.
“What did I do?” Derek asked, fed up.
Instead of answering, Stiles stalked forward, cornering Derek against the wall and pulling him into a kiss. Derek sighed against his lips, the corners tugging up as he grasped Stiles’ cheeks and pulled him closer.
Stiles broke it off with a surprised squeak and his jaw dropped in surprise.
“Is that all?” Derek asked, breathless. “Because that’s no problem. You should do that again.”
Stiles made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and did just that.