wolf!derek

Stiles gives Derek a flea bath. Then things get weird. * “Is this a joke?” Stiles says when Derek hands him the bottle. It has to be a joke, right? This is just more evidence of Derek’s redeveloping sense of humor. Ha-ha. He’s hilarious. “Does it look like I’m joking,” Mr. Murder Eyebrows himself says flatly. Fuck, he’s not joking. Stiles turns the bottle over in his hands. No matter how many times he reads it, it still says Flea Treatment Shampoo for Dogs.

Stiles only wishes they could actually be safe. They haven’t been for nine months now.

"As you know, my senses are heightened when I'm in my wolf form. During the full moon, it doubles. Your scent is already enticing on any given day but on the full moon as a wolf?" Derek shook his head. "I wouldn't be able to control myself. I barely can, and you've heard me." Stiles blinked, "Oh." Did that mean - "Wait, so basically you're like an extremely horny wolf on the full moon?"

Not Stiles. He's sleeping with it, only he doesn't know.