BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Stiles groaned and flailed around trying to find the alarm clock. He managed to knock it off the side table, but not turning it off. He groaned, making fake crying noises and the arm around his waist tightened. Derek's nose trailed up the back of Stiles's neck and he shivered.
"Turn it off." Derek grunted.
"I can't turn it off until you let me go." Derek somehow pulled Stiles closer to him.
"Never mind. Leave it." Stiles laughed.
"I have to get up, sour wolf. I have a 30 minute drive to work, and I am not going to miss breakfast again." After the night Stiles found out about the ring he and Derek had gotten better. They hardly ever fought, and when they did, they were quick to make up. About a year after that night Derek had officially proposed and Stiles had said yes. A year after that they finally got married. Scott had finally accepted and forgiven Derek and had even let a 2-year-old Isaac be the ring bearer in the wedding. Scott was the best man and, even though there wasn't a bride, Allyson had insisted on being the maid of honor. They had a moment of silence in honor of Derek's family and Stiles's mother that couldn't be there. Their honeymoon had been in Spain, where Stiles had always wanted to go.
Since there really was no job for someone who studied Criminology around their area, Derek and Stiles had moved about an hour away where Stiles got a job as a criminal profiler. Derek had taken a job in their new town as a deputy. They had been married for a year and were currently in the process of adopting a 2 year old boy named Danny.
"Call off." Derek licked a stripe up Stiles's neck and Stiles whimpered.
"Hah, nice try buddy, but I'm still considered new and if Boyd suspects I called off work while I wasn't sick he would have my head." Derek growled.
"It's Friday. Not fair."
"Yes, I know, not fair. You need to go back to sleep before you pull a muscle with all this talking. You're really straining yourself with all those two word sentences." Again, Derek growled, opening one eye.
"Call off." Derek repeated. His arm was firm around Stiles's waist and Stiles knew he was fighting a losing battle. When Derek made up his mind there was no way to change it. He was as stubborn as an ox.
"Fine but let me get the alarm. Derek loosened his arm just enough so that Stiles could reach down and grab the still blaring alarm. Stiles set the alarm back on the table and relaxed against Derek. Derek nuzzled into Stiles's neck and practically purred with happiness. Stiles grabbed his cell phone and dialed his boss's number. The secretary picked up. "Hey Alexis, it's Stiles, I'm not coming in to work today. I'm not feeling too well."
"Ok, I'll tell Boyd. Have fun with Derek."
"What?" Stiles squeaked. He could practically hear Alexis roll her eyes.
"You know exactly what. See you Monday, Stiles." Alexis hung up and Stiles sat his phone on the bedside table. He sighed dramatically while Derek continued to nuzzle him.
"You know, when we get Danny we're not going to be able to do this." Stiles informed Derek. He felt Derek's grin and Derek kissed his neck.
"That's why we're doing it now."
"Wow six whole words! You're getting better!" Derek bit at Stiles's neck and effectively shut him up. Stiles sighed happily and shifted around so he was nose to nose with Derek. Derek quickly kissed Stiles's lips.
"I love you Stiles." Stiles grinned.
"I love you too, sour wolf."