Dating Rules

"I didn't know," Stiles complained before he glared at Derek. "Why haven't you tried to kiss me then?" he demanded, ignoring the pained noise the Sheriff made, though he felt a rush of satisfaction when he noticed the tips of Derek's ears flushing pink.

"I…" Derek trailed off, unsure, before sparing a look to the Sheriff. "You wanna do this now? I mean," he coughed, his blush spreading across his cheekbones. "You wanna have this discussion now?"

After thinking about it for a moment, Stiles shook his head, before reaching over to squeeze Derek's hand in his own. "For the record though, I would totally go out with you if you asked."

"When," Derek corrected him with a small smile. "And I—now, yes?"

Stiles beamed. "Like, right now, you mean? Yes, absolutely."

Stiles slumped back in his chair, all of his muscles suddenly relaxing before he turned to his dad with a beatific smile. "How about we start over?" he said and the Sheriff resisted the urge to drown himself in his whiskey.