FIGHT ME.

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“Don’t do it.”

“But I’m just gonna rest my head for like… two seconds… five tops.”

“Stiles don’t, you’ll fall asleep and you’ll… you’re… your ears poke my neck and it’s uncomfortable.”

“Shut up you love it,” Stiles murmured, letting his head rest against Derek’s shoulder, not bothering to listen to his made up excuses. Besides, it’s all Derek’s fault for this anyway. Stiles had gotten used to sleeping on Derek in their animal forms, usually on top of Derek’s head and back, that it was nearly impossible for Stiles to get a good rest when he wasn’t in contact with his wolf.

“See, Derek…” Stiles whispered, drowsy with oncoming unconsciousness. “This isn’t so bad.”

Stiles listened to Derek’s steady breathing, waiting for a response. 

“Derek?”

Lifting his head slightly, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes to see that Derek’s eyes were closed and he was breathing through his mouth. 

Stiles smiled, nuzzling his head into Derek’s neck, “Hypocrite.”