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Stiles is on his way home on the subway. It is rush hour and of course he is left standing up instead of sitting down. He wonders if they are late? He would check the time on his phone, but his hands are both occupied. Because one hand is clutching the ceiling rail to prevent him from falling over and the other hand is carefully holding the container with Derek’s favorite cake from his favorite bakery.
Next to Stiles a young woman around his age is standing. He smiles at her and askes politely, “Excuse me, do you have the time?”
She turns her head and looks at him. She looks him up and down and frowns, before moving slightly away from him. “I have a boyfriend.”
Her answer and actions make Stiles tense. She might be beautiful with perfect blonde hair, perfect skin and perfect clothes and he might be in jeans, a graphic T-shirt and a plaid shirt. But come on, he just came from work and he works in IT-support. And even if he was in a suit looking like a million, he wasn’t at all hitting on her. He was asking her about the god damn time. He wants to reprimand her, but his dad didn’t raise a brute, so instead he says with a just slightly sarcastic smile, “Well, I’m engaged, so now that we’ve established that I’m winning at relationships, do you have the time?” Well, you could scratch ‘slightly’.
She just throws him a dirty look before turning her back on him.
“It’s 4:17,” a voice suddenly says. Stiles turns he head to the other side and sees a man on the other side of him. He is smiling and in a suit and is carrying a leather messenger bag. He is probably a banker, Stiles thinks.
“Thank you, man,” Stiles says with a smile. “I was wondering if we’re delayed, because I need to get my precious out of the heat and harms way.” He lifts the container with the cake a bit.
The banker looks at the name at the bakery. “They make the best cakes!”
“They sure do. I got it specially made for today, because…,” Stiles begins, but interrupts himself, when he feels the subway car slow down, “Oh, this is my stop. Have a nice day.” He offers the banker one last smile before making his way slowly to the doors, while trying to keep people from squeezing or hitting the container. Luckily only ten people are getting off of this stop. One of these people is the blonde girl, Stiles notices. She notices him too, but she just lifts her head like she is worth more than him.
Stiles gets out of the subway car first and easily spots Derek, who is scowling and frowning. But when he sees Stiles, his whole face lights up in a happy and brilliant smile. He is in front of Stiles in an instant.
“Hello, my love,” Derek says, his arms encircling Stile’s waist, before he leans in and kisses Stiles. Stiles just hums happily and returns the kiss eagerly.
Suddenly the sound of someone sucking in a surprised breath is heard. They break the kiss and Stiles looks toward the sound. It is the blonde girl. She is staring surprised at them, her eyes huge and her mouth slack.
Stiles just flashes her a brilliant smile, before saying with a sugary sweet voice, “Like I said, I’m winning”. After all, revenge is a dish best served in a leather jacket.
Her head jerks back like he had hit her and her mouth snaps closed. She just glares at him, before stalking away.
“What was that about?” Derek is just standing there, looking adorable confused, arms still around Stiles.
“She was rude to me on the train,” Stiles answers with a brilliant smile. Derek just lifts an eyebrow, lips twisting before lifting in a smile. He knows how Stiles reacts when he's treated unfairly. “Now let’s get home and celebrate that we’re getting married in a month,” Stiles says and waggles his eyebrows, before continuing, “And afterwards we’ll eat the cake.”
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