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Title: no sweeter innocence [4/?]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 503 - dough
Warnings: ABO AU. Derek/Stiles.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~670
Summary: For their second date, Stiles invites Derek over for dinner. Which the sheriff and Melissa will also be attending. No pressure.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.

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After a very successful first date, Derek spends much of the next week texting back and forth with Stiles. Mostly, it’s Stiles giving Derek a play-by-play of his day from getting up in the morning and brushing his teeth to breakfast to what he’s reading for his classes and beyond. They talk on the phone at night and plan for another date—their trip to the beach is scheduled for a few weeks from now when the sheriff and Melissa and Derek’s own parents will have the weekend free—and, instead of going out, Stiles suggests that Derek comes to his house for dinner.

It’s somewhat unexpected as Stiles has proven to be rather progressive in his views of omegas and the roles much of society believes they’re supposed to play. Still, Derek enthusiastically accepts because he finds himself wanting to spend more and more time with Stiles. It’s hard to deny that they’re definitely forming a bond—not that he’d want to, but Derek knows that there are a few people with doubts.

Derek shows up at Stiles’ door on Thursday—because it’s a night that both the sheriff and Melissa have off—and he’s early just as he was the last time, with another bouquet of flowers and a bottle of sparkling cider. It takes few moments for the door to open, Stiles standing on the other side wearing a blue-and-white striped apron over a pair of gray corduroys and a white dress shirt, the scent of baking chicken and herbs wafting out of the kitchen. “Hi,” he says with a bright grin, holding the door open wider. “Come in.”

Derek steps inside, waiting for Stiles to close the door before presenting him with the flowers. “These are for you.”

Stiles’ cheeks flush slightly as he takes the bouquet. “They’re really pretty.” He presses his nose between a cornflower and a Peruvian lily to smell one of the pale pink wild roses. When he glances up at Derek again, it’s through his lowered lashes, then he’s edging closer, hesitating for half a second before ducking in and kissing Derek’s cheek. “Thank you. Help me put them in water?”

Derek feels himself blushing. “You’re welcome. Of course.” He follows Stiles into the kitchen, passing the entryway for the living room where Melissa and the sheriff are sitting on the couch with a book and the newspaper, respectively, and sets the bottle of cider on the counter to reach for the vase Stiles points him to high on one of the shelves.

“The chicken will be ready in a couple of minutes,” Stiles says, arranging the vase on the counter where it’s still within eyesight as he goes about fluffing a pan of rice and checking on a pot of steamed vegetables before returning to where he’d been in the middle of rolling out dough for the top of an apple pie.

“Is there anything I can do?” Derek asks, trying his hardest to keep a little bit of distance between them.

“If you want to put the rice and veggies in bowls for the table…” Stiles says after a moment, then directs Derek to a cabinet near the stove.

Once the chicken is done, Derek takes the bowls over to the table, then the casserole dish with the chicken while Stiles puts the pie in the oven.

Stiles reaches for his hand and squeezes it gently. “Just so you know,” he says quietly, just for Derek’s ears, “my dad might be the sheriff, but you should totally be more worried about Melissa.” He smirks at Derek, laughing at the face he makes, before calling his dad and Melissa to dinner.

Well. He hadn’t been worried about her, thought he’d impressed her at least a little with the flowers and wine the last time. Maybe not. Suddenly, his palms are sweaty, and Stiles is still grinning at him.

“Come on,” Stiles says, pulling a pitcher of lemonade out of the fridge. “Let’s eat.”
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