If We're Talking Body
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If We're Talking Body (You Got a Perfect One) by alisvolatpropiis
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
15 Apr 2015
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“What? Paint me?” At first, Stiles thinks that maybe Derek wants to paint a portrait of him, which is hella freaking weird, but then, judging by the heat he sees in his eyes, he knows that’s not exactly what Derek has in mind. Okay, so the guy is hot, talented, rude, and probably a little insane. Stiles is really regretting not running background checks on all of the building’s tenants before moving in. Laura Hale offered him such a good deal, he should have known there was a catch.
Like having to live underneath her obscenely hot brother who gets stoned and paints all night and says ridiculous things to the half-naked cop that barges into his apartment unannounced in the middle of the night.
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- Part 1 of If We're Talking Body
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Derek is sprawled on his back in the middle of the bed, naked, sheet tossed low across his hips; those hands that Stiles can't stop thinking about are resting on his stomach, stained a pale indigo to the wrist from the organic dye he’s been working with. His colorful tattoos are bright against the white sheets, and the pelt of dark hair dusting his chest rises and falls with his steady breathing. Derek’s astonishing beauty is even more angelic in repose, and Stiles swears under his breath, a little dizzy with arousal and affection, cursing himself yet again for his utter powerlessness under his thrall. It’s one thing to screw around with the hot, stoner artist who lives upstairs; it’s something else altogether to imagine, often, what it might be like to have something more than epic sex with this petulant, unpredictable, rebellious enigma of a man.
Stiles is still staring down at him in awe when Derek wakes, long black lashes fluttering open slowly. If he’s surprised to have fallen asleep, he doesn’t show it; he just smiles drowsily, hooded eyes drifting down Stiles’ uniformed body. “Hello, officer,” he murmurs, voice husky, putting his arms behind his head, grinning.
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- Part 2 of If We're Talking Body
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Heart pounding with anticipation and excitement, Derek tosses aside the towel he was using to dry his hair and drops his knees to the bed, running his hands up Stiles’ calves. They’re thin but muscular, pale, dusted with dark hair. Derek knows the exact curve and feel of them quite well by know – after all, he’s drawn Stiles countless times, painted him over and over, snapped hundreds of photographs. Derek has memorized every detail of Stiles’ gorgeous body, but he still can never get enough of exploring him; each touch, each kiss, feels as wondrous and new as it does familiar.
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- Part 3 of If We're Talking Body