Derek is ready for it when Barry scoops him up, and he wishes that he had time to experience it as Barry does. Instead, it's over before he can blink and Derek turns into the kiss with a happy growl.
Air rushes by him and Derek turns towards the cabin just in time to have Barry skidding to a stop in front of him. His hair is ruffled and Derek reaches up to mess it up even further before taking his hand and leading him towards the cabin. He's careful to arc them towards the front door in a way that keeps the back of it hidden from view, because that's a surprise for later.
Jinx is there to greet them when they walk in, and the puff gives a happy chitter from its cage. The whole cabin smells of slow-cooked meat and spices, and Derek inhales deeply before heading for the kitchen. "Make yourself at home while I put this bread in. Some of your sweats were mixed up in my laundry. They're in the top drawer."
It's all absurdly domestic, and Derek's chest clenches for just how much he likes that. He never thought that he could exist so easily in the same space as someone after Laura died, but with Barry it's as easy as breathing. Barry's warm scent and his hummingbird heartbeat are a part of Derek's home now, wherever that home may be.
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Derek is ready for it when Barry scoops him up, and he wishes that he had time to experience it as Barry does. Instead, it's over before he can blink and Derek turns into the kiss with a happy growl.
Air rushes by him and Derek turns towards the cabin just in time to have Barry skidding to a stop in front of him. His hair is ruffled and Derek reaches up to mess it up even further before taking his hand and leading him towards the cabin. He's careful to arc them towards the front door in a way that keeps the back of it hidden from view, because that's a surprise for later.
Jinx is there to greet them when they walk in, and the puff gives a happy chitter from its cage. The whole cabin smells of slow-cooked meat and spices, and Derek inhales deeply before heading for the kitchen. "Make yourself at home while I put this bread in. Some of your sweats were mixed up in my laundry. They're in the top drawer."
It's all absurdly domestic, and Derek's chest clenches for just how much he likes that. He never thought that he could exist so easily in the same space as someone after Laura died, but with Barry it's as easy as breathing. Barry's warm scent and his hummingbird heartbeat are a part of Derek's home now, wherever that home may be.