14: Renewal – Part 2

Entering the address of the store into the navigation, Derek glanced at Stiles and grumbled something about being traumatized once they'd arrive because of the huge store and the many people. "I'm going to develop Stockholm syndrome." Dad jokes in full force.

"Oh. My. God. You did not just make that joke!" Stiles stared back at Derek then burst out in a fit of laughter. "God, I love you so much Derek Hale!" he wheezed out, holding his stomach over the seat belt, the other hand wiping a tear away. He just couldn't get enough of Derek's dad jokes and dry humor. He was one of the few who really appreciated that in the seemingly always brooding werewolf.

Heart eyes. That's what he gave Derek once he could breathe again. Eyes still shining with laughter, cheeks pink from laughing so hard.

The look Derek had when Stiles burst out into laughter couldn't be described as anything but a preen for his joke being appreciated. Scott would always look at him like he had grown two heads when Derek had thrown dry snark his way, Isaac certainly hadn't appreciated it but now he was surrounded by beings who all, some begrudgingly, appreciated his remarks. Stiles was one of the few who would get into a laughing fit and it wasn't even fake either. That kind of response teased more out of the Hale as well. Often he did it to troll others but with Stiles it was different. With Stiles he could do it because he wanted to make him laugh. His mate never disappointed with that.

If anything, Stiles would look at him like Derek hung the moon and that look happened a lot lately since they grew closer and closer since they started their adventure like four months ago as a couple. Only four months, it seemed like they had been together a lifetime, and it felt so right.

"Alright, let's get going you little joker. The furniture won't buy itself. Plus some yummy meatballs and cakes await us as a reward for our hard work!" he exclaimed, bumping a fist into the air before putting his hand on Derek's nape to pull him in for a hot little kiss. It promised more for later.

The second they hit the road, it found Stiles fumbling with the radio in search of some nice music to accompany their little road trip. In the end he stopped on a classic rock station and began humming then singing to 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor which just started playing. He was in a very good and energized mood.

Stiles controlled the music the rest of the way and the older man didn't mind as much. Rock music was fine, it wasn't what he'd usually listen to, but his hearing appreciated the beat and the guitars and Stiles' voice screeching out the lyrics. He couldn't hold a tone and it was kind of adorable how determined the human was to keep on singing, cracking up each time he was out of tune, only to keep on singing. Derek moved with the beat sometimes but he wasn't comfortable with the songs to sing along, he was okay with Stiles only hearing him sing stupid kid songs when Beth was watching TV or Youtube videos.

After nearly two hours, they arrived at the large building, blue of course with yellow letters. Plenty of cars there, but since it was a weekday, it wasn't as crowded as Derek had feared. The car was parked and apparently they didn't need a cart yet because they were to go through the showroom first with these little papers and pens to write down the numbers of the items they wanted. It was huge, it had marked paths and all these setups like actual rooms.

"We should pick a room we like and write down all the items." Quick and efficient.

Quick and efficient weren't the things that were on Stiles' mind, though. They were buying furniture for their home, and if there was something Stiles took seriously, it was creating a home that felt safe, warm and cozy. A space to retreat to, warded with protective spells to avoid break-ins and fights there. After all, one's home being invaded was one of the easiest ways not to feel safe there. And it was important for the druid to make their home safe and likable because of their daughter too. Her safety and happiness were top priorities for both of them.

"Roger that!" Stiles pulled his phone out to open the notes and start a new one, not caring about papers and pens just typing in the first room. It was a display of living room furniture, which was a good start. He immediately gravitated towards the coffee tables and couches. He was the kind of a person who'd check things with touching and trying them out, so in no time his long fingers were sliding across the wood, glass and textures of the objects, humming to himself or occasionally asking Derek's opinion and telling his own likes and dislikes.

"Okay, I'll add this round coffee table thingy with the geometric patterned round ottoman. We'll need two or three of those," he announced while typing away on his phone. "But we'll need at least two couches. I think a bigger and a smaller one. They don't have to match aside from some similar colors since we go for a friendly yet simple decor," he added, watching Derek approach the nearest couch on display.

What they needed with two or three of those chairs, he had no idea but Stiles seemed adamant so Derek simply agreed with it. They could always sell it again if it all wouldn't fit. Or bring it back, that probably was an option too. The chairs were way too colorful with the printed fabric but they both had liked it because it was with red so of course it had to come.

His eyes fell on a large couch, he liked large couches after all. It was a shiny black leather and in a simple design, a very manly couch. And as he sank into it, it was very comfortable. Cold to the touch, which meant Stiles might not be a big fan of it. He sprawled to test it further, because Stiles never sat in a couch normally and Derek himself liked to stretch out when he had a book in his hands. At the loft he had always done that in bed but at the Stilinski house, there hadn't been a bed in the living room. And there wasn't going to be one at the loft anymore either. There was going to be a bedroom for them, like the adults they were supposed to be.

"Not bad, I like it. Come and sit," Derek patted the space next to him, a dull sound on the thick leather. Maybe black was a little too dark but then again, it was really handy with pets and toddlers, probably could deal with fluids as well. All in all, a couch for all purposes.

"It looks like an old man's couch. All grumpy and broody..." Stiles commented, but plopped down on it next to Derek either way. He understood the practicality of such a couch with their family and the occasional blood stains that might happen on them too, though. "It's comfy though..." the younger man slid lower on it then got into a laying position, fidgeting to find the most comfortable pose.

He didn't mind that he bumped into Derek a few times, as mates they were comfortable with zero personal space between them. Plus the wolf had probably gotten used to the occasional kicking and flailing arms while Stiles was sleeping, so yeah...

How could a couch even look grumpy and broody? It made no sense at all, black leather wasn't an old man's taste, it was modern and minimalistic and it would fit into any room without being out of place. It would fit with the black and red of the ottomans they had already written down and Stiles would be able to put his load of throw pillows on it like he did with every surface needing some comfort. Pleased that Stiles was at least willing to try it despite all his complaints, he watched his mate get comfortable, too comfortable.

The couch proved to be better than Stiles first expected, but also a tad bit too slippery for the restless human, who fidgeted until he actually slid off the leather surface, landing on his side with a painful "oof".

It was like watching a noodle slide off a surface, making Derek laugh at the way the other would simply find himself on the floor like it wasn't anything new. Which it wasn't. This was pretty normal actually, as was the way he had shifted around on the couch.

"Yeah, slippery leather like this isn't going to work." He could already imagine the many grumbles which would happen each time Stiles would find himself on the floor because he had been too vigorous in his moving around. They needed a couch able to deal with ADD movements. Besides, if Stiles would slide off it so easily, Beth would too.

Reaching over, he helped Stiles up with another snort. "I like a couch we can have sex on." Without having to worry about it creating painful encounters when one or both of them would end up on the ground. It wasn't that easy though, Stiles would pick ones Derek didn't find practical, because cream-colored? Not good for them. Bright green couch? Nope. Or the one they agreed on turned out to be uncomfortable to sit on and it was starting to feel like a game of musical couches.

As Stiles was hanging upside down on another monstrosity and Derek was watching him with a tilted head, his eyes caught a ceiling lamp he really liked. It was like a sun, modern sun. All copper and brass and when turned on, it gave off a warm light. "We're taking that one home."

Still grinning from Derek's 'sex on the couch' comment, Stiles lifted his head a bit from his upside down position to see what had caught his mate's attention and liking. "Oh, that's a pretty awesome lamp indeed. I like it!" he agreed and then managed to roll off the couch without further injuring himself. "It'll fit into the industrial look and also gonna be a unique spot in the living room," he beamed up at his mate and quickly put that lamp on their steadily growing list. There were some black and white and light brown carpets on it too and of course a lot of throw pillows – Stiles' favorite. He always said there isn't such a thing as too many throw pillows... And in the end he had managed to persuade Derek to get a smaller sofa with a colorful geometric design which reminded him more of an Indian style but would go well with the ottomans.

"Oh! Oh, look at that!" Stiles exclaimed as they moved towards the next display and his eyes got caught on a big dark beige couch. It looked like soft leather, but it wasn't as slippery as the first. And it was huge and inviting-looking. And VERY comfortable. "It'd go with the light brown carpet and ohhhh my god... It's comfy!!! And big enough to have sex on it in all kinds of positions!" he chirped, not really caring if anyone heard them, but luckily there weren't many people in that section.

Not that he'd have stopped himself from pulling Derek down on top of him. "What do you think? I think we found the one..." he grinned up at his man, putting his arms around his neck. "Plus it feels good to touch it and the label says it's coated by a layer which makes it easy to keep clean from stains and fluids and whatnot..." he wiggled his brows and shamelessly put his legs around Derek's waist too. "What do you say? Can you see yourself fucking my brains out for example, in this position?"

It was way too light in his opinion. Derek liked things dark and gloomy as Stiles often pointed out so a dark beige couch had his down-vote already, simply because of the color. It was big though, big enough to handle a 6' man like him stretched out, or so it would seem with the way Stiles had stretched out on it. It would have been plenty enough proof for him since they didn't have that much height difference but it seemed it was a day full of active participation because he was pulled down and he went with it easily. Kind of hard to test the comfortableness of the couch with being on top of a bony human but he wasn't moving so easily. Instead he peeked around to see if there was anybody around to see them. Not yet.

He pushed against his mate with a mock thrust as if they were having sex. "You had me at coated by a layer." He was too practical to care much about how it looked and he didn't want Stiles to think ‘they were living in a dark cave’, the Stilinski's words, not his. A lighter couch might make a difference in the dark space, if it made Stiles happy. There wasn't anything Derek wouldn't do for his mate to make him happy, including a couch.

Voices sounded so they didn't have much time, and the wolf quickly kissed the other before sitting back to create some decent distance without getting kicked out of IKEA. "I'd give you a demonstration but..." But there were people coming and this wasn't some porn shoot. Sadly. But they found a couch and a sofa, so they were making a dent into their needs for the main living area. The kitchen already had a table and chairs but it needed some decorations and such, for now it was just a functional room. And some bookcases, he wanted those for sure.

"Write it down."

"Sweet!" Stiles giggled as he sat up too with a light flush on his cheeks, although he already missed the warmth (and pushes) of his mate from above him. He'd have loved that demonstration too, but yeah... public place and all that bullshit... It wouldn't be a good start at the Sheriff's office to be caught doing something indecent in the middle of IKEA.

But Stiles was happy from winning the round over the second couch too. Of course, he knew Derek had a hard time saying 'no' to him and really meaning it. And he was going to exploit that need of his wolf to see him happy in situations like this. Shamelessly.

Next came the bookcases Derek was nearly literally drooling over. Not that Stiles didn't, but yeah, he blamed those on the vintage looking lamps and wooden crates which were going to fit right in with the industrial style of the loft and function as coffee tables or night stands. About which role they didn't manage to get to an agreement yet. Where Stiles really went wild was the decorations and different kind of curtains and kitchen supplies like cutlery and plates and glasses. Good thing money wasn't an issue...

"You know... you just made another dream of mine come true," he said off-handed as with one hand he typed in the plates they had picked, the other holding Derek's. "I always wanted to come to a place like IKEA without needing to worry about money... Are you my sugar daddy now?" he teased Derek, but there was also some gratefulness in his voice. "Though I'll want to add in at least a little from my savings." Finances was kind of a recurring topic for them.

Money was something that came up between them from time to time. Stiles used his credit card often so he knew what color it had and what it signified. Derek was loaded, money wasn't going to be an issue since he came from old money and the life insurances of the family had all been paid out. Peter had his own money, Cora had received her share of what had been there because Derek had used his share to invest. Which meant he didn't need Peter's money, he didn't need anybody's money. He was a self-made man who had bought a lot of buildings and had turned a few into apartment buildings he also received rent out of. Stiles had never asked him about his money, mostly because Derek didn't exactly flaunt it. The car he drove was expensive, but it hadn't even been his and only in moments like realizing a garden roof or hiring workers to renovate the loft or like now, was when it showed.

Derek Hale wasn't the typical rich guy, because money wasn't an issue but he didn't treat it like he had money to burn. But, technically he was older than Stiles in the way humans counted years so that kind of made him a sugar daddy if they went by the definition. Not a title he wanted. He was enjoying his ability to make dreams come true for his mate, and as alpha, to be able to provide for his family made him feel content. Still, he flashed a grin.

"Maybe I should make you pay for this with your body." It was supposed to be flirty and teasing, however there were people walking behind them who were scandalized and they gasped and rushed by, throwing them looks. Sometimes Derek wasn't suited to be let run free in normal social events like shopping at IKEA. "Because I don't want you to use your savings. When we're married, my money is just as much yours anyways." There was actually so much Stiles didn't even know about what Derek all owned.

Not caring about the shocked people around them, Stiles chuckled and bumped his hips against Derek's as he slid an arm around his mate's waist so they could continue walking like that. "I'll gladly pay for everything with my body if that makes you happy," he murmured and pressed a kiss against the other man's cheek. Those who couldn't handle such signs of affection could go fuck themselves as far as Stiles was concerned. But they got no comments so they continued like that, the mage content. He knew once they were married, things would change legally, if not anything else since they are already living like a married couple.

The rest of their stay at IKEA went without any bumps. The list got considerably shorter and Stiles managed to persuade Derek to get a cart so they could buy and take smaller stuff home so their online order wasn't going to be a mile long.

Of course, he made the wolf eat some of the famous Sweden meatballs and there was room for some cakes too. They bought some for the go too for Beth and also because Stiles had a sweet tooth and could eat hourly. It was still a wonder since it never showed on him.

All in all, the day was considered a success and Stiles felt very smug about giving Derek a relatively good time – despite the occasional grumps. But Derek couldn't fool Stiles, he knew his mate had fun too and it was a plus that no triggers had happened. Stiles wanted to believe that it was a sign that Derek had finally started finding a way to deal with the trauma that had happened to him and his soul.

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