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WHO: derek hale + lydia martin.
WHERE: central city.
WHEN: backdated to the evening of the thirteenth.
SUMMARY: absolutely not a date.
WARNING(S): may get nc17.

[ it's exactly seven when derek knocks on the door of lydia's ground floor apartment. he's got flowers, because he does actually understand when a suggestion is not really a suggestion, and his clothes are clean, even if they're still just a dark tshirt and jeans. ]

[ he knows he shouldn't be intimidated by the thought of spending time with a girl who is probably six years younger than him and whose taste in men runs along the lines of jackson whittemore, who is an asshole (which derek knows because he was the exact same asshole in high school) and yet there's still a clench in his gut as he waits for her to answer. ]

This is a bad idea.

[ is the first thing he says, and then he presents her with flowers. they're nice — they're not roses, though he considered it, because he's never bought anyone roses before, but even buying her dinner is enough romance that it's freaking him out, so he didn't. ]

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[ the flowers do smell nice: they're the kind that give out a fresh burst of scent every time they're tagged, and derek can scent the result of that all over his shirt, though he knows to ordinary human noses he probably doesn't smell too floral. ]

[ derek helps her into her coat pretty much on autopilot. ]

Not since the fireworks.

[ and gets the door. it's not even some weird sense of chivalry — he was raised in an intensely matriarchal household, it's not like he thinks women need his help — but something in him hums warm when he does nice things for her. ]

I think he's ignoring me. Why?

[ she's not going to complain. it's been month — months, multiple months both here and back home — since she's been on a proper date. "proper" being one she didn't go into pre-planning her one night stand departure speech for the next morning, or didn't purposefully derail to have meaningless quickies. it wasn't like she and aiden did much more than fool around in finstock's office. wasn't really like there'd been time for anyone to date, really, what with the whole constant near death experience aspect.

wasn't really like she'd ever been on a date where she didn't have to poke and prod and demand to be spoiled, so no — there will be literally no complaining about any of this. derek can help her in and out of her clothes as much as he'd like, this was a good arrangement. ]

Ignoring you? [ she has a handful of theories immediately relating to why that might happen, and all of them are plenty reasonable given how stubborn and standoffish the pair of them would be. suddenly she's very interested in what transpired at the fireworks. ]

Huh, that's too bad. You should still go see him, though. [ out in the hall, lydia's rummaging in her pocket for a key and locking the door, not paying that much attention to the door knob because she's too busy throwing a wink over her shoulder. ] He's, um...filled out recently. I think you'd like it.

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[ derek's eyes narrow subtly, not getting the joke. ]

He's been working out?

[ he didn't look particularly filled out at new years'. ]

[ he can't help but wonder if lydia's trying to orchestrate something, here, much like he's pretty sure stiles' texts during the truth serum debacle, the ones inviting him over, had been sent with her encouragement if not her explicit instruction. ]

[ lydia martin, proclaimed mastermind of the threesome. ]

No, he's not exactly muscular.

[ or a he, for that matter.

is it bad? how much enjoyment she's getting out of this? ]

He's kind of distinctly more — [ ...look, lydia will even illustrate, lifting her hands and groping the air in front of her. ] — squishy than usual.

[ derek stares at her. ]

Is that supposed to mean tits?

[ he's pretty sure stiles doesn't usually have anything squishy going on there. the idea that this place can somehow give people breasts... derek just doesn't know what to do with that. ]

[ ding ding ding we have a winner~ ]

They're small boobs, but they're boobs. He's got breasts.

[ this is apparently appropriate date night conversation now. lydia's grinning, and watches his face eagerly for any sign that he might find this as hilarious as she does. then they can laugh about it. ]

He's got, like, everything.

Everything.

[ derek's mouth twitches left. this is both concerning, intriguing, and yes, really really funny. he starts to walk down the hallways towards the building's exit. ]

So what you're saying is, he's turned into a girl.

[ she sees that smile — or at least thinks she sees it, which is good enough for lydia, and she more than happily tags along with him. she even considers linking arms with derek, but that'd mean she couldn't talk quite as animatedly with her hands. ]

Full fledged girl. He's wearing my bra and was sort of freaking out this morning.

That doesn't surprise me.

[ to clarify: ]

The freaking out.

[ stiles seems pretty attached to his dick. and derek himself feels a kind of sympathy horror at the idea of being changed to intrinsically and invasively. ]

It was kind of cute.

[ stiles is like a puppy that pees everywhere and can't stop barking — annoying, but still endearing. now that they've started and continued to fool around, he's even more attractive on a day to day basis. probably to do with his oral sex skills. the tolerability comes from their newfound friendship more than anything else. ]

I got him dress, though. And I think he was doing better when I left. I'd say we could stop and say hi, but I'm actually pretty hungry right now.

Let's not stop and say hi.

[ because as hilarious as the idea of stiles in a dress is (derek's imagination is mostly just working with regular stiles rather than any sex-swapped version) he's pretty sure stiles is pissed off at him, even if he doesn't really get why. ]

Besides, he's probably fine being left alone right now.

[ with a slight, emphatic raise of his eyebrows on alone. ]

What a lovely social creature you are, Derek, [ she teases lightly, lips pursed in duck-faced disapproval.

but lydia doesn't really care enough to maintain her dissatisfaction. she'll fake it and shake her head slowly, sigh dispiritedly, and then smile. she's in apartment 2, there's not a lot of walking they have to do to get out of silver hall, and then they're out in the cold of early january. ]

Did you have somewhere specific in mind? Because I do if you don't.

I don't.

[ he did, but he mostly wants to go wherever she wants to go, given he doesn't really care about sushi or dating. the point of this is — a gesture, maybe thanks to some kind of weird misplaced guilt that's still lingering after their first time together. ]

[ or that's the excuse he's giving himself, anyway. it stops him from having to analyze how he likes the way she looks, the urge to link their hands. ]

[ it's a sweet gesture. very appreciated, even if lydia's insisting to herself that this whole endeavor is just another shallow attempt to get into her pants. which she'll allow. more than allow — actively pursue some time after dinner.

she's given (takes) leadership responsibilities here and steers them to the right, towards one of the busier streets with boutiques and cafe's alike all along the storefront. they walk and lydia talks just to talk, makes conversation just because she'd be uncomfortable in any drawn out silence between them (always the sign of a bad date, that).

their rather one-sided conversation revolves mostly around her exchanges with other people during that oh-so unfortunate chunk of time where she'd spewed nothing but the truth. she admits to having a meltdown in front of a norsk god, and goes into great detail about her conversation with chuck hansen and how they were pretty much friends now. and just as she gets to the point of complaining about him — he insulted my dog, i mean how rude is that? — they pass a certain little store that lydia can't not point out. ]

That's where Stiles and I bought our underwear.

[ derek listens to her chatter (somewhat judgmentally, sure, but he's still actively listening.) he even makes some disparaging noises about chuck hansen, who he thinks is possibly the worst person on the island of proxima — bar whoever's idea it was to bring them all here in the first place. ]

[ but she points out the lingerie store and derek stops, flushes suddenly with the reminder of stiles and lydia in their matching bra and panty sets. ]

Guess it fits him better now.

[ though really, he's kind of disappointed. there was just something about stiles dressed like that, all lean and narrow and sharp, hair thick on his belly and cock straining at the pretty lace. for all that derek prefers women, or at least thinks he does, he can't deny that even the memory is enough to make arousal itch below his stomach. ]

I can't believe you talked him into that.

[ actually he can, he's pretty sure stiles, for all his talk of being "over" lydia, would still do whatever she told him in a new york minute. ]

[ derek obviously hasn't fraternized with enough of proxima. though she could be surrounded by worse people — meaner people, crueler people, violent people (peter hale, for example) — and completely without friends here. really, there could be so much more danger and complaining. they could be in the middle of the zombie apocalypse or something.

nope, instead she's putting boys in lingerie, orchestrating threesomes, and bonding over puppies. ]

It didn't exactly take a lot of talking. I literally just put some in his hand and shoved him in the dressing room.

[ though the ghost of a smug grin means that she's completely downplaying her powers of persuasion and knows it. ]

Do you want me to put him in something else next time?

[ and that next time is out of her mouth before she can actually think about the implication of regularity. ]

[ derek's eyebrows raise, and he shows his teeth like he's amused. ]

You know, I like it a lot better when you're ganging up on Stiles with me rather than the other way around.

[ just saying. ]

[ that said, he starts them walking again, even though he doesn't really know where she's taking him, what place she has in mind. (though he's going to laugh if it's the same sushi place he would have taken her to in the first place. ]

I don't know if I'm really that into Stiles.

[ this is a lie. he tells it casually, like saying he's going to order the beef instead of the chicken, because he's a gigantic asshole and he doesn't want to talk about dressing stiles up in public, and he doesn't want anything to be premediated enough that they're able to talk about a "next time". ]

[ lydia likes it best when she's ganging up on one of them, no matter which one it is. she mostly likes just not being ganged up on herself, but even that has an appropriate place and time (and a position, her on her hands and knees).

he says he's not into stiles, and that admittedly gives her pause. not enough to break stride, nor even falter as she leads them towards the sushi bar two and a half city blocks away. just sort of look at him, eyes wide and then brow scrunched. ]

Really? Why not?

[ ah yes, lydia martin — the queen of not liking stiles for 8+ years — asking what the hangup is. ]

I thought you liked his mouth.

He...

[ derek doesn't know how to answer in a way that doesn't seem callous. "he likes me too much"...? nobody should like derek, if they know what's good for them. ]

[ derek shrugs. ]

That doesn't mean anything.

[ the sex on New Year's Eve, just the two of them, that definitely didn't mean anything. ]

Do you want to do it again?

[ he asks, curious, and a little cowardly. it would be easier to have a threesome and tell himself he's there for lydia, who he thinks about even when he's not being dosed with aphrodisiacs these days. ]

[ that question shouldn't blindside her nearly as much as it does. she'd literally just said "next time"; her heart had no business jumping up into her throat like that.

lydia swallows down stiffly. any surprised silence is easily offset with a scoff, a snort, and then she's heckling — ]

I knew you only asked me out to get into my pants again. Which is very appreciated, trust me — the gesture is very sweet, but you seriously could have gone to so much less trouble.

[ derek freezes, looks down at her and then away again, jaw gone tight. something very like panic flares to life in his chest. he doesn't want to talk about why he's here. ]

I meant with the three of us.

[ he says, very carefully, pushing down the urge to just walk away from this whole date before she gets the wrong (right) idea. ]

That's still trying to get into my pants — that's just trying to get in the front and back.

[ and she's smirking because she's right and she knows it and he knows it, and she's mostly just being a bit of a pain in the ass. but it's funny — that momentary deer-in-headlights look had been hilarious.

he freezes and she stops walking right along with him, smiling, wheedling, and walking the edge of invading his personal space. ]

Yeah, I'd do it again. You want to go back to my place and call Stiles over right now? You can fuck him in the ass, and I'll finger fuck him so thoroughly he'll never forget where the G-spot is located ever again.

[ safe to say, lydia prefers playing this game with derek when she's composed and can focus on more than his dick. ]

[ derek's nostrils flare, looking down at her. ]

No.

[ he doesn't hate that idea, actually, but he hates the way she says it, throws it in his face like all he's after is sex when that wasn't the point of this at all. ]

That's not what I meant. I'm not here for that.

[ he rolls his eyes hard, crossing his arms. ]

Do we have to talk about this?

[ see, this all stays nice and simple if he's just after sex.

she's pointedly keeping up eye contact; big blank eyes that are not too subtly judging everything he stands for. ]

I'm a little confused what we're doing here, so a little conversation wouldn't be misplaced.

[ all this stays nice and simple if she doesn't make him talk about why it's not. ]

I'm buying you dinner.

[ actually they're standing in the middle of the street arguing, and people are starting to stare. derek looks like he might flee at any moment. he decides to clarify before she can jump the gun on assumptions again: ]

Whatever else you think I want, you're wrong. Now can we go?

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