Perfectly imperfect

Thank you

* Derek

I've been awake for five hours. Stiles still hasn't gotten out of bed, it's only eleven and that's normal for teens but it's not healthy. Especially when your depressed, so I walk into stiles room for the third time that day.

"Stiles come on, you have to get up. Your getting up, your going to eat the omelet I made you and your going to take your meds." I say with finality.

Stiles rolls his eyes before turning around and pulling the blankets over his head.

That's it.

I pull the blanket off of his fragile body before picking him up and carrying him bridal stiles to the table.

"What the hell derek!"

"I'm your care taker so I have to take care of you, which means eating and taking your meds."

Stiles crossed his arms with a scowl on his face.

"Okay guess I'm feeding you," I say picking up his fork.

"So fucking difficult," stiles mumbled snatching his fork violently from my hands.

"Thank you,"

He starts eating his omelette, "I was thinking you could get some fresh air? We could walk in the park?"

He finished chewing before answering, "sure but I need to drop something off at a shop, it's about five minutes from there."

I eye him suspiciously before getting an eye roll.

"I've got to drop off some designs that I work on to a tailoring shop? Is that ok or is the possibility of me committing suicide by a sowing machine to achievable?" He demands in such a smart ass way.

"Fine but I'm going in with you."

He finished his food and took his meds, after I check he went to get ready.

I was already dressed and ready to go, so I was sitting on the couch listening to the new.

Thirty minutes pass, "stiles hurry up."

An hour later, "stilessss."

He waltz out and spun in a circle, "can't rush perfection," he quipped.

Today he was wearing a purple mid thigh slip dress with a slit that was very revealing, over that he had on a matching purple blazer with white buttons with a little white tote and white heels that showed his toes.

His makeup was beautiful and naturally done with a slight blush to his cheeks, and a long chestnut brown wig that match his natural color.

"Wow, stiles you look amazing."

"Thanks, ready to go?" He asks walking towards the door, hips and ass swaying back and forth.

Wait what?

I follow behind him and find that my eyes were gravitating downward.

I could see the faint outlines of a lace thongs, and oh my god what the fuck I'm I doing.

I know it's because I haven't sleep with anyone since my last girlfriend Kate who I left before coming here but still this is my patient and he's a guy. But from behind I could never tell but since I know it's different.

I keep control of myself, and we make it to the car.

Stiles I noticed had a file in his hand, he opened it and I saw beautiful sketches of clothing, from dresses to lingerie which made me blush.

I reached out absentmindedly and touched one before I quickly pulled my hand away.

"Your really talented, is this what you want to do when you graduate?"