Team sports for one.

[myonlydefense]

Derek's gone doing wolfy things, and barely a couple hours into his day, Stiles realizes how weird it is. Not just not being around him - it's not like they're attached at the hip - but not even being able to.

It's kind of lonely, but when he thinks about it that way, he feels dependent and clingy, so he tries not to think about it again.

After dicking around on his computer, eating the last of the Honey Smacks he bought, and cleaning out some old, useless research he'd had in his apartment, he heads out to the park with his backpack, snacks, and lacrosse equipment that he bought when money rolled around this month. He's been spending less time inside, but there are only so many times that you can take a walk without getting bored out of your mind, so he's taken to hanging around the park.

He finds one of the quieter corners of the enormous park, close to some trees that he can fling the ball at, and sets everything up. He warms his shoulders up instead, making a couple lazy shots before rolling his shoulders and gearing up.

I said no wolf powers!

He pushes any thoughts of home back and just aims for a knot on the tree in front of him.

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[triskehale]

Derek doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but he's been wolfed out all day and it's hard to tune everything out. He's leaning over for a sip of water at Stiles' reply and his heart stutters a little, feeling heavy and weak. He shuts his eyes and does his best to tune them out, listening at the shrieking kids running around on the other side of the park to drown them out.

[frakkup]

Kara laughs. She can't help herself, Derek is so impossibly hot, and Stiles so red. "Gods, you are an idiot," she says, affectionate as she comes forward, one hand raised to thoroughly destroy Stiles' hair.

"Fine, he's not your boyfriend. I mean, who'd want to date a hot piece of thoroughly attentive..." Kara's gaze finds Derek at the water fountain, his back muscles rippling in the sunlight. "That?"

[myonlydefense]

Stiles sputters when Kara ruffles his hair, both hands going to the lacrosse stick to keep from flailing too much as he ducks away from the motion, shaking the stick like it'd actually cause harm. "Hey! I am armed, okay?" Ha. Ha. He relaxes, dropping the stick so that one end hits the ground, the other still in his hand while the ball rolls away.

He only turns redder when his eyes follow Kara's, heart speeding up embarrassingly as he looks at Derek again, a little too long - again. "Prettttty sure dating isn't on the list of things Derek wants to do with me." He's keeping his voice quieter now, because Derek's not all that far.

[triskehale]

Derek comes back over with his hands in his pockets, jeans pulled down low. Kara is tussling with Stiles and Derek doesn't mind all that much, because he knows Kara is devoted to her boyfriend.

They're done talking by the time he's close enough to hear without trying. Stiles is red in the face and both of them smell spicy, like low level arousal. He raises an eyebrow as he saunters up to them, but says nothing. Kara's a flirt, this much he knows. And Stiles has responded to it. Not much Derek can do about that. He's not surprised. She's gorgeous.

"What'd I miss?" He can't help but to feel like maybe he's crashing their party. They seemed to be doing fine before he came along. "I can get back to my run, if I'm interrupting."

[frakkup]

"Well it might not be first on the list," Kara mutters, but mostly to herself before she looks to Derek. "Please, you were just about to show me how the game was played, and I was going to stand in front of a goal and pretend it's hard to catch a little ball."

She picks it off the ground, holding it out to Stiles. "Or does Derek need a stick to wave around, too?"

[myonlydefense]

"Technically, you both should have sticks to wave around? Ignoring how phallic that sounds? But Derek's got uh. Really good reflexes. And you have really good reflexes. Or you probably have them, anyway, not that that's something I'd know about either way but you look athletic and stuff right so hey thanks for that." He grabs the ball from Kara and shoves it into the net of his stick, twirling it again just for something to do with his hands.

He looks over at Derek and very determinedly stares at his face. "No. Stay. Be on my team so this isn't just embarrassing."

[triskehale]

"You're good at lacrosse, Stiles." He reaches out to squeeze his neck, reassuring smile turning into a smirk. "Not as good as me, of course."

He looks back and forth, not exactly sure how she's supposed to catch the ball with bare hands. "This seems like a horrible idea. You're gonna break her hand."