Not that anyone would believe it if it were the other way around (which it wasn't). Derek is pretty sure that most of the McCall pack is convinced that he's been through enough relationship disasters that he's set out to become some kind of monk, and while that isn't truly the case, it's close enough to the truth to be real. Atonement through deprivation is a tried but true tactic, and one he's probably not going to let up anytime soon.
That, and Phoebe is lovely Phoebe, and totally the kind of girl to make the first move. It's an easy lie to tell, so when Stiles and Scott find them in the middle of the preserve, a dangerous looking tripped booby trap to their left and Derek and Phoebe in a pile on the ground, inexplicably kissing each other. Derek is flat on his back from where he fell after he yanked her out of the way, and Phoebe is resting on top of him and very eagerly kissing him back. In a lot of ways, it's like a dam burst, deprivation and denial making him a little too pliable, and his hands slide down her back, smoothing over her shirt, he knows that he could happily keep doing that for a while, were it not for Scott clearing his throat over their heads.
"Uh ... Derek?"
The kiss breaks, along with the spell, and both of them lift their heads to look back at the two teenagers standing behind them. Stiles looks a little too amused. Derek sort of wants to punch the look off his face.
"Yes?"
"Nothing," Scott shakes his head, at least having the decency to look awkward. "Just ... we heard the shot go off. Wanted to make sure you two were okay." He pauses, before awkwardly swallowing and rubbing the back of his neck. "Which ... you are. So we should go."
Phoebe tosses them a bright smile before nodding. "Yes. You should do that."
They leave shortly after that - though the leaving is more Scott hauling Stiles away - and she moves to sit back on her knees so that Derek can sit up, and she studies him closely. "So are we going to talk about this?"
Derek just glances back to her as impassively as ever, feelings being driven back down so that they don't bubble to the surface again. Admitting feelings is still a little too dangerous, even for him. He isn't sure he can start here.
Phoebe simply squints back at him, the judgment held mostly in her gaze for a moment, before she shakes her head and pushes up reaching out a hand to help him to his feet.
"Next time you want to kiss me? All you have to do is ask."
"I didn't."
She glances back over her shoulder at him and smirks knowingly in a way that's going to drive him crazy later.
derek/phoebe | psl-land | 500 words
Not that anyone would believe it if it were the other way around (which it wasn't). Derek is pretty sure that most of the McCall pack is convinced that he's been through enough relationship disasters that he's set out to become some kind of monk, and while that isn't truly the case, it's close enough to the truth to be real. Atonement through deprivation is a tried but true tactic, and one he's probably not going to let up anytime soon.
That, and Phoebe is
lovelyPhoebe, and totally the kind of girl to make the first move. It's an easy lie to tell, so when Stiles and Scott find them in the middle of the preserve, a dangerous looking tripped booby trap to their left and Derek and Phoebe in a pile on the ground, inexplicably kissing each other. Derek is flat on his back from where he fell after he yanked her out of the way, and Phoebe is resting on top of him and very eagerly kissing him back. In a lot of ways, it's like a dam burst, deprivation and denial making him a little too pliable, and his hands slide down her back, smoothing over her shirt, he knows that he could happily keep doing that for a while, were it not for Scott clearing his throat over their heads."Uh ... Derek?"
The kiss breaks, along with the spell, and both of them lift their heads to look back at the two teenagers standing behind them. Stiles looks a little too amused. Derek sort of wants to punch the look off his face.
"Yes?"
"Nothing," Scott shakes his head, at least having the decency to look awkward. "Just ... we heard the shot go off. Wanted to make sure you two were okay." He pauses, before awkwardly swallowing and rubbing the back of his neck. "Which ... you are. So we should go."
Phoebe tosses them a bright smile before nodding. "Yes. You should do that."
They leave shortly after that - though the leaving is more Scott hauling Stiles away - and she moves to sit back on her knees so that Derek can sit up, and she studies him closely. "So are we going to talk about this?"
Derek just glances back to her as impassively as ever, feelings being driven back down so that they don't bubble to the surface again. Admitting feelings is still a little too dangerous, even for him. He isn't sure he can start here.
Phoebe simply squints back at him, the judgment held mostly in her gaze for a moment, before she shakes her head and pushes up reaching out a hand to help him to his feet.
"Next time you want to kiss me? All you have to do is ask."
"I didn't."
She glances back over her shoulder at him and smirks knowingly in a way that's going to drive him crazy later.
"Yeah. Sure you didn't."