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"Deeerrrreeekk....I think I'm dying...in fact I know I'm dying....come comfort me in my final moments."
"For God's sake Stiles, you're not dying!You're just hungover."
Stiles glared up at his clearly unsympathetic husband while still making grabby hands for the water and pain pills the other man was holding.
"Hangovers usually don't feel this bad. I wasn't that drunk, was I?"
"You strutted into the middle of the living room and told me that you were quote 'dressed to impress'."
"Well that doesn't seem so bad..."
"Stiles," Derek sighed as if he was physically pained," you were naked."
"Oh."
Stiles thought about it for a few minutes before a lecherous grin crossed his face.
"So babe...were you impressed?"
Derek rolled his eyes and stalked off, muttering something about being in love with an idiot...while Stiles laid back down on the couch, happy that the worst of his hangover had finally started to ease up.