Derek when he comes home from a really frustrating day and you're waiting for him. You know he had a long day and all you want to do it relax him... (😏)

"Hey! You're home?" I called from another room. The old house we were hiding in was barely livable but I liked it because Derik was here.

"Yeah," he huffed. He sounded irritated. Oh no...

"Another hard day?" I called again.

He scoffed. "It's Scott and Stiles." I nodded my head in understanding even though he couldn't see me.

I got a good idea. I smiled to myself and stripped, slipping into one of his bigger shirts. The ones he never wears anymore unless it's a lazy day-which, these days-is never.

I walked into the room. "Want someone to relax you?" I asked seductively, leaning against the wall.

He looked up at me and paused, thinking about it. He had his shirt off and all his overly toned muscles were showing. It made me want him more.

"Come on..." I teased.

He rolled his eyes. "I might not-"

"Derek," I said sternly, folding my arms. He smiled, small but rare.

"Come here." I giggled and jumped on him. I fell into giggles and we had fun.

I'm pretty sure he was relaxed now.