Shrill screams lured Stiles to the living room where Derek sat in near darkness.
“What’s this?” he asked, instantly fixated by the black-and-white scenes on the TV.
Derek sounded bored. “Gorilla, infected with alien virus, escaped its isolation cell, terrorizing city.”
“Oooh! Classic 50’s sci fi!” Stiles dropped onto the couch, nearly in Derek’s lap.
Derek wrapped an arm around him, holding him close.
Watching a blonde flee the rampaging ape, her hair-do and makeup remaining flawless throughout the pursuit, “We need popcorn,” Stiles said.
“I’ll make us some.” But Derek didn’t move, except to kiss Stiles on the neck.