In a blink, the comforting weight in Barry's lap is replaced by a rush of air and the scent of electricity. Derek looks over just in time to see the blur in his kitchen turn back into Barry, and he chuckles fondly as he gets up to follow him.
"Careful, hummingbird," Derek tells him, lifting Barry's hand to kiss his fingertips. They smell like garlic and butter, and Derek drags his tongue playfully across the pads of his fingers before stepping away. The meat smells perfect, and Derek turns off the stove before lifting the roast pan out of the oven. "Hey, grab some drinks? We're not eating in here."
The set up in the backyard is probably a little (or a lot) corny, but Derek had seen something like it while flipping through a home improvement magazine at the hardware store. He was making improvements anyway, and maybe there's a part of him that wants to make this place better for Barry. The wolf in him seems to think that if he keeps fixing up the den enough, Barry won't want to call anywhere else home.
"Follow me," Derek says after piling their plates high with meat and potatoes and heading for the back door. He's just a little nervous as he turns on the light switch with his elbow, and a few strands of soft fairy lights strung out across the area illuminate all the cushions and blankets below. There's a white sheet hung up against the back of the cabin, and his laptop is sitting hooked up to a small projector on the opposite side of the cushions. "I set this up today. The weather is sort of perfect for being outside at night and I just thought that it would be-- nice. To sit out here with you."
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In a blink, the comforting weight in Barry's lap is replaced by a rush of air and the scent of electricity. Derek looks over just in time to see the blur in his kitchen turn back into Barry, and he chuckles fondly as he gets up to follow him.
"Careful, hummingbird," Derek tells him, lifting Barry's hand to kiss his fingertips. They smell like garlic and butter, and Derek drags his tongue playfully across the pads of his fingers before stepping away. The meat smells perfect, and Derek turns off the stove before lifting the roast pan out of the oven. "Hey, grab some drinks? We're not eating in here."
The set up in the backyard is probably a little (or a lot) corny, but Derek had seen something like it while flipping through a home improvement magazine at the hardware store. He was making improvements anyway, and maybe there's a part of him that wants to make this place better for Barry. The wolf in him seems to think that if he keeps fixing up the den enough, Barry won't want to call anywhere else home.
"Follow me," Derek says after piling their plates high with meat and potatoes and heading for the back door. He's just a little nervous as he turns on the light switch with his elbow, and a few strands of soft fairy lights strung out across the area illuminate all the cushions and blankets below. There's a white sheet hung up against the back of the cabin, and his laptop is sitting hooked up to a small projector on the opposite side of the cushions. "I set this up today. The weather is sort of perfect for being outside at night and I just thought that it would be-- nice. To sit out here with you."