“Better?”
damnit Torah you need to stop drawing couches (part 1, 2, 3, 4)
Stiles was in the middle of a Fast and the Furious marathon - because when did they get to six? He hadn’t even been aware of their conception until he saw the over-the-top trailer - when Derek had shown up.
They said the customer hello, Derek leaned down to kiss Stiles chastely on the lips, eyes flickering over to the television before he snagged a book from the shelf. Stiles takes a moment to laugh at how domestic they’ve become but it’s interrupted when Derek settles himself on the floor in front of the couch rather than forcing Stiles out of his stretched claim over the couch to join him.
Stiles was surprised, and a little perturbed, that Derek was still taking the couch ban seriously. It had been two weeks since they’d cuddled outside of bed because of this stupid couch ban and it was frustrating. As much as they annoyed each other, as much as Derek’s body (wolf or human) was heavy and hot, as much as this was a tiny ass couch and at least three of Stiles limbs always fell asleep… this revenge scheme really blew up in his face because now it was Stiles that was suffering from Derek’s lack of couch privileges.
Oh my god i’ll never stop drawing couches if it means i get Arra fic. X3
