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#Without thinking about it one day while out driving Derek just puts his hand on Stiles’ thigh and Stiles is just like dying of feels inside (via ca-mi-lla)

Stiles looks down at his cell phone again, refreshing the email app again and again.  His Ancient Languages professor told the class that their final grades would be posted by 2pm, and here it was, nearly 3pm and nothing.  Stiles rubs a hand over his face and sighs.  He doesn’t even realize that his leg is bouncing up and down until he feels the warmth of Derek’s hand on his thigh.

“You’ll do fine, Stiles.”

Stiles swallows hard, eyes locked on where Derek’s fingers are curled around his leg.  He takes a deep breath, nodding jerkily, “Yeah.”

Derek’s thumb rubs soothing circles on the top of Stiles’ thigh, his fingers squeezing gently before pulling away.  He turns left at the intersection, and once he’s managed to merge into the correct lane, his hand returns to rest on Stiles’ leg.

Stiles must make a small noise of surprise, because in the next instant, Derek is looking over at him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine.”  Stiles nods, “I’m great.  Peachy keen, perfect.”  He reaches down to pat a hand on Derek’s own, and it’s like the energy in the car instantly changes.

Derek jerks his hand away, moving it to grip the steering wheel, knuckles turn white with how tight his hold is.

They drive in silence for a few minutes, the interior of the car becoming more and more charged, until it’s extremely uncomfortable.  The silence and tension is palpable, each second that ticks by making StIles more and more twitchy.

Stiles looks over at Derek.  He opens his mouth to speak, but Derek beats him to it.

“I’m sorry.”  Derek’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, the leather creaking softly under his grip, “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.”

“It’s okay.”

Derek gestures with his right hand, “No, it’s-“

Stiles reaches out, taking Derek’s hand between both of his.  He lowers their hands, gently spreading Derek’s fingers.  Stiles settles Derek’s hand onto his thigh, “I said it’s okay.”

Derek risks taking his eyes off traffic to look at him, “Yeah?”

Stiles gives him a genuine smile, and nods, “Yeah.”

Derek blows out a relieved breath.  He returns Stiles’ smile with one of his own and nods, his fingers gently squeezing around Stiles’ leg.