(Mostly) Happily ever after

"And what would you know about fairytales?" Derek replies, lips brushing against Stiles' shoulder and sending chills down to his very toes. He hums and puts one of his hands on the back of Derek's head, rubs there for a while, fingers going through the soft hair as Derek leans back into the touch. "What do I-? Please. You and me? We are pure fairytale material, buddy."