FIGHT ME.

This is the 9th ask/request I’ve gotten about baking my way into your heart. I GUESS THE FIC IS REALLY THAT POPULAR IN THE FANDOM? XD and I just drew something yesterday night too! XD Arra suggested i just draw the whole thing as a comic. aauughhhh. oh well, here’s a doodle :P

He kicked off his boots and shimmied his pants off so he was left in nothing but his boxer-briefs and silly little scarf. “Come on. You’re smart. You should know the best warmth in this situation is body heat,“ he smirked, getting on his knees and wrapping his scarf around Stiles’ neck.

Derek sat on the towel be the fire, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ cold frame and pulling him in close before draping the blanket around the both of them. He pulled Stiles into his lap, rearranging the boy’s legs so that they curled around him. This time a blush did manage to grace Stiles’ face as he tried vainly to keep his parts covered under the towel. Derek took it as a good sign. He took Stiles’ wrists in his hands, stopping him from fiddling, and wrapped them around his torso before returning his own arms around Stiles.