"Stop!" Stiles yells as Derek walks away from the blue Jeep. He turns around. "I save your butt, yet again, and I don't even get a thank you?"

"You've never expected a thank you before."

"True. You're right, but I expect one now. You owe me more than a 'thank you' actually."

Derek can't help but let a little sorrow show in his eyes. Over the past two years he had let himself trust Stiles. He thought he was different than everyone else in his life. But, now he realizes he was wrong. He'd been fooled again. Everybody always wants something.

"What do I owe…," Derek is cut off by the force of Stiles' lips connecting with his own. His eyes are wide with shock… when he opens them.

Stiles backs up. "Now we're even." He gulps as he sees Derek's eyes begin to glow. "Dude, Derek…," Stiles continues his slow backward retreat to his Jeep. "I'm, I'm sorry. I don't, I shoulda…" Derek slowly stalks toward him until he has Stiles pinned to the Jeep. "Aww, crap. Derek, please don't kill me. I thought…"

This time it's Stiles who gets cut off. Derek kisses him in a way that's both forceful and gentle. They stay locked together until they hear a set of gasps. Panting, they both turn to look and see Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson starring at them in shock. Stiles can't control the pounding in his chest.

"Hey guys." Stiles can tell his voice is high and squeaky.

"Um…" The alpha red in his eyes slowly drains down into his cheeks. He wants to run, but Stiles is holding his hand. He can hear his heart pounding and knows he can't leave him.

Jackson, of all people, is the first to say anything. "It's about time."

"Excuse me?" Derek and Stiles say in unison.

"You guys have totally had goo-goo eyes for each other since day one," says Lydia. "You just now figured that out for yourselves?"

"I'm not the dumbest one for once in my life!" Scott shouts. Allison tries to calm him down.

Derek can feel his insides twist. He must squeeze Stiles' hand a little too tight because he can hear the yelp.

Stiles looks at Derek and can see that he's now as white as a ghost. "What's wrong?"

"Can you guys give us a second?" Derek weakly growls, but everyone obeys anyway. When they're alone, Stiles speaks up.

"It's okay. I can tell you don't feel the same…"

"I kissed you back, remember?"

"Then what's wrong?" Stiles' eyes glitter in the light pale gleam of the streetlight.

You just became my mate, Derek wants to yell with joy, but that's just something he won't allow himself to do; partially because he hasn't been joyous since his family was massacred and partially because he doesn't want to scare Stiles off. "Nothing's wrong," Derek smiles.

"Ok, now I know something's wrong!"

"No, I just… I finally gave in and… and it feels right."

A smile creeps onto Stiles' face. It's almost maniacal.

"What?" Derek furrows his brows.

"Mr. Grinch is FEELING!" Stiles smiles the biggest smile ever in the history of smiles and begins to laugh.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Derek leans in and literally takes Stiles' breath away. He pretends he doesn't hear the others peek around the corner.