Two first times [Hurt/Comfort - Erinnerungslücke - für mich]

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Team: Drache

Challenge: Hurt / Comfort - Erinnerungslücke (für mich)

Titel: Two first times

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Charaktere: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Sterek

Wörter: 670 Wörter

Sprache: Englisch

“How do you feel now?” Stiles asked as he was dancing around Derek with his burning herbs in hand, making sure Derek was consumed by the fumes from every side.

Derek just rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you it wouldn’t work, Stiles. It just burns my eyes.”

“Mmmh, weird, Deaton said it would work.”

“Did he? Or did he say that there was a slight chance that it might trigger some of my lost memories.”

Stiles sighed. “Ok, maybe it was the latter.”

“Just sit down and stop dancing around,” Derek said, a little annoyed. As Stiles didn’t listen, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to the floor. “Why is that so important to you? I’m ok. It’s not like I’ve lost all my memories. Just some of them.”

Stiles averted his gaze. “I know I would feel horrible if I couldn’t remember everything I did or everything that has happened to me. What I have experienced.”

“I’m sorry,” Derek said quietly. He knew Stiles was talking about the nogitsune. That he could remember at least. But there was so much gone. They figured out it was almost a year that was missing. It was a lot but Derek had to admit that he didn’t bother that much. It didn’t feel like he was missing something important. Life had just gone on and on with no big changes.

At least he assumed that. He couldn’t know for sure because no one was telling him anything.

“I’m fine, though,” Derek said again. “I don’t need my memories back. I feel fine. I don’t feel out of place or anything.”

“So you don’t feel like you’re missing something? You don’t wonder at all what has happened in that past year?”

“Of course I wonder,” Derek admitted. “But I don’t need to try everything to force those memories back. If they’re gone, they’re gone. It doesn’t matter.”

“Why are you so chill about this?” Stiles seemed agitated.

“And why do you care so much?” Derek countered. “I know you have history of not being able to remember and it has been bad, and I get that this can trigger a lot for you, but this is a completely different situation. I have my pack. I know that I’m safe. I’ve just lost my memories, not having black outs or whatever.”

“It’s not about the nogitsune,” Stiles whispered so quietly Derek hadn’t heard at all if it hadn’t been for his werewolf senses.

“Then what it’s about, Stiles? Why are you trying every spell or ritual you can find so I get my memories back?”

“Because I want to fucking kiss you again, Derek!”

Derek stared at Stiles. “What?”

“Did you really think nothing big has changed in a year? It’s a fucking year, Derek. Some things change.”

“Has our relationship changed?”

Stiles nodded and Derek could smell his anxiety. “About four months ago.”

Derek fell silent, imagining what it would be like to kiss Stiles, not that he couldn’t remember. “I’m sorry I don’t remember that.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, it’s not your damn fault. Those cursed witches. They are at fault and I’m gonna kill them if I ever see them again.”

Derek took Stiles’ hand. “How did it start?”

“Uhm, what?” Stiles asked, probably completely lost in the image of killing those witches.

“How did it happen? Us getting together?”

Stiles blushed. “It’s a little embarrassing.”

Derek grinned. “Let me guess, you stumbled, fell in my arms and you said something corny like I’m falling for you.”

“Something like that,” Stiles mumbled. “Maybe.”

Derek smiled softly. “Ok, don’t tell me. If I remember, I don't want to know already. I want to experience it like it was the first time. Maybe I can have two first times now.”

“Uh, what do you-”

Derek didn’t let Stiles finish his sentence, he just leaned forward and pressed his lips on Stiles’.

“That’s what you mean,” Stiles mumbled against Derek’s lips and then wrapped his arms around him. “Missed you.”