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tamingthemuseTitle: For Beginners
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 415 – potpourri
Warnings: None. Future fic. Mentions of Scott/Kira. Derek/Stiles pre-slash.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~560
Summary: Derek is having some difficulty picking out a housewarming gift. Stiles helps him out. Kind of.
Disclaimer: It's all lies and I own nothing.
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Stiles climbs out of the shower and pauses for a second, dripping all over the floor, listening to his cell phone ringing in his room down the hall. He wraps his towel around his waist and skids on the tile, nearly braining himself on the door in his hurry. This better be important – he's already running far enough behind as it is. “Hello?” he answers, clutching at the towel as it threatens to fall from his hips.
There's a long moment of silence, then, “Stiles?”
“Uh,” Stiles pulls the phone away from his ear to see the screen and confirm that he's not hearing things. He's been meaning to give each member of the pack their own ringtone; that would've come in handy just now. “Derek. Hey.”
“Is this a bad time?”
“Um. No?” He glances down at his half-naked towel-wearing self. “What do you need?”
Derek's quiet for a second before he sighs. “What did you get Scott and Kira?”
“Dude. Are you just now buying them a housewarming gift? We're supposed to be there in, like, an hour!”
“I know. I was kind of... putting it off. I've never been to a housewarming party.” He sounds vaguely stressed. “And there are too many things to choose from. I didn't think people even bought potpourri anymore.”
Stiles sits on the edge of his mattress and pulls at a string dangling from the fraying corner of his towel. “Where are you?”
“Pier 1.”
It's hard for Stiles to hold back his grin at the mental image of Derek standing in the middle of the store full of brightly colored, overpriced things. “Just find a good wine bottle opener and maybe some glasses. They'll go perfect with the wine I'm bringing.”
“You're bringing wine?” He doesn't bother to hold back his interest – Stiles and Lydia spent a couple of weeks the previous summer trying to figure out how to infuse wine with aconite so their werewolf and kitsune friends could experience hangovers right alongside them.
“I am. If you can be here in half an hour, I'll give you your very own bottle.”
“I, uh, yeah. I think I can manage that.”
“Awesome. I'll see you soon.” Stiles hangs up and tosses his phone next to him on the bed. He should probably get ready. Find something to wear other than an old pair of jeans and a threadbare graphic tee. And he should really try to do something with his hair.
Stiles dries off quickly and pulls on a pair of his good boxer-briefs then starts digging through his dresser for that pair of jeans that fits just this side of snug. After that, it's just a matter of picking out a basic t-shirt. He settles on a gray v-neck and pulls on socks and his black Chucks. Once dressed, he goes back into the bathroom to spend some quality time with the pomade he rarely uses.
He's ready and waiting by the front door to his apartment when Derek sends him a text to let Stiles know he's out front. With the decorated gift bag containing three bottles of homemade wine for Scott and Kira in one hand and another bottle for Derek under his arm, he heads out.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 415 – potpourri
Warnings: None. Future fic. Mentions of Scott/Kira. Derek/Stiles pre-slash.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~560
Summary: Derek is having some difficulty picking out a housewarming gift. Stiles helps him out. Kind of.
Disclaimer: It's all lies and I own nothing.
Stiles climbs out of the shower and pauses for a second, dripping all over the floor, listening to his cell phone ringing in his room down the hall. He wraps his towel around his waist and skids on the tile, nearly braining himself on the door in his hurry. This better be important – he's already running far enough behind as it is. “Hello?” he answers, clutching at the towel as it threatens to fall from his hips.
There's a long moment of silence, then, “Stiles?”
“Uh,” Stiles pulls the phone away from his ear to see the screen and confirm that he's not hearing things. He's been meaning to give each member of the pack their own ringtone; that would've come in handy just now. “Derek. Hey.”
“Is this a bad time?”
“Um. No?” He glances down at his half-naked towel-wearing self. “What do you need?”
Derek's quiet for a second before he sighs. “What did you get Scott and Kira?”
“Dude. Are you just now buying them a housewarming gift? We're supposed to be there in, like, an hour!”
“I know. I was kind of... putting it off. I've never been to a housewarming party.” He sounds vaguely stressed. “And there are too many things to choose from. I didn't think people even bought potpourri anymore.”
Stiles sits on the edge of his mattress and pulls at a string dangling from the fraying corner of his towel. “Where are you?”
“Pier 1.”
It's hard for Stiles to hold back his grin at the mental image of Derek standing in the middle of the store full of brightly colored, overpriced things. “Just find a good wine bottle opener and maybe some glasses. They'll go perfect with the wine I'm bringing.”
“You're bringing wine?” He doesn't bother to hold back his interest – Stiles and Lydia spent a couple of weeks the previous summer trying to figure out how to infuse wine with aconite so their werewolf and kitsune friends could experience hangovers right alongside them.
“I am. If you can be here in half an hour, I'll give you your very own bottle.”
“I, uh, yeah. I think I can manage that.”
“Awesome. I'll see you soon.” Stiles hangs up and tosses his phone next to him on the bed. He should probably get ready. Find something to wear other than an old pair of jeans and a threadbare graphic tee. And he should really try to do something with his hair.
Stiles dries off quickly and pulls on a pair of his good boxer-briefs then starts digging through his dresser for that pair of jeans that fits just this side of snug. After that, it's just a matter of picking out a basic t-shirt. He settles on a gray v-neck and pulls on socks and his black Chucks. Once dressed, he goes back into the bathroom to spend some quality time with the pomade he rarely uses.
He's ready and waiting by the front door to his apartment when Derek sends him a text to let Stiles know he's out front. With the decorated gift bag containing three bottles of homemade wine for Scott and Kira in one hand and another bottle for Derek under his arm, he heads out.
