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Not really sure how to feel about it

Who: Stiles and Rachel
What: Date night
When: 414
Where: Gefion Park
Rating: R. Not sure what's exactly going to happen, but there'll likely be gratuitous amounts of sickly sweet schmoopy stuff and kissing at the very minimum. If it bumps up, I'll change the rating.

It had taken a little finagling and coercion, but he'd made sure that they both had A) the night off, B) the next day off, C) that she hadn't made plans with anyone else for that night, and D) that Hale was being babysat for a day. That left him with the whole day to plan for what he was going to do. He'd gotten a lot of really good suggestions from his little net he'd thrown out on the network, so he was kind of glad he'd done that. Otherwise he wouldn't have really thought of a picnic and he wouldn't have gotten her favorite foods out of it. (THANK YOU, ALICE)

So he'd made a picnic basket, complete with containers with waffles and bacon in them (eggs didn't really travel well). Lots of bacon, and a few sausages thrown in for good measure. Some toast and cut up fruit as well (hey, she liked breakfast food. he was going all out), and a container with syrup that he planned to warm up for her before she put it on. A bottle of a fruity sparkling white wine that the seller had told him would go well with what he had in mind rounded out their little meal. He'd paid the carriage guy a little extra to keep the basket stashed in the carriage they'd be riding in so he wouldn't be stuck carrying it around for their date until they needed it.

Then came the flowers. He still got a little dizzy trying to figure out all the languages of it that Alice had tossed at him, but what he'd gotten from their chat was bright colors and certain ones that said 'I love you'. Orange lilies for 'I burn for you', daffodils for 'the sun is always shining when you're around', red tulips for 'declaration of love', a single blue violet for 'I'll always be true'... and just because they'd always seemed like happy flowers to him, he got some daisies in an array of colors to spread through it.

Bouquet in hand, he was dressed in Stiles chic; tshirt with a plaid overshirt and khakis. He'd gotten her to promise that she'd be waiting in her room, so that was where he went, wondering why the hell his hands were sweating when he went to knock on her door. God, it wasn't like they hadn't done like... stuff. Lots of stuff. In lots of positions and times and... ahem. So why did he feel like his heart was doing a little tap dance in his chest?

Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and knocked, cheesily hiding the bouquet behind his back.

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[ making her promise that she would be home should probably make her feel nervous, like he's about to go out and do something stupid so he wanted to be sure she'd stay put, but nah. maybe it's because of the whole- recently dead thing, but she had a feeling it wasn't anything like that. he'd tell her, he would. so she didn't question it, instead decided to do some sketching in her own room, and starting on that list of potential art club members for Professor Snape. sure, she could keep herself busy.

but that didn't mean she wouldn't spring up as soon as she heard that knock on the door, dropping the sketchpad and pencil on the bed behind her, pulling the door open wide. ]

Hey, cutie. [ which is the closest thing to a petname she's ever called him, but she finds herself doing it a lot lately. and she's got the same bright 'hey, hi, look at that face, definitely glad to see this face at my door, how are ya' tone she usually has when she's got no good reason to feel shy or nervous. it's obvious she notices his arm bent behind his back pretty quick though, because normally she'd try to reach for his hands right away, but she can't. so she just kind of looks, down where his hand should be, then back up at him with a curious expression ] What's up?

[She answers the door with that brightness she always has and his stomach just sort of twists. She's so pretty and smart and funny and talented... how the hell did he have her? No, really, how? Because the people who asked him that weren't the only ones that were surprised by it.

He licked his lips a little nervously before he saw where her eyes were going. Oh, right. Flowers. He pulled them out and held them between them, hoping that she wasn't allergic to any of them. God, crap. Why hadn't he asked if she was allergic to any of them?]

Surprise.

[Please don't sneeze.]

[ of all the things, she was not expecting flowers, no, not after he already got her some, and then- well, no, she just wasn't expecting it. so her eyes blow wide, and when she holds her hands out, it's not to take them from him just yet, but she sort of ends up simply framing them from underneath with her open palms, like it would be possible to just hold all the colors in her hands and get them everywhere. ]

Stiles, these are perfect. Did you pick these all out?

[ no, to be honest, she doesn't know all the meanings behind them, let alone that Stiles would have picked them out with each in mind. all she sees is a bouquet of bright shades and that alone is pretty perfect to her, yeah. it took time to pick them all out, obviously, and okay, so maybe that's why he wanted to make sure she was here, so he'd know he could give them to her right away. so eventually she lets her hand find his wrapped around the bunch of stems, letting her fingers graze over his just because she could, and so he'd know she has a good grip on them now, just above his hand, so she can take them. ]

You are so sweet, thank you. I- let me put them in water, yeah?

[ although she's already moving back into her room, where there's an empty vase from the last bunch of flowers he gave her. flowers that are drying out on a wide sheet of paper at the corner of her desk, because yes, she'll be pressing them and keeping them forever. she'll likely be doing the same with most of these flowers, too. ]

[Oh, good, no sneezing. And she liked them. Okay, yes. This was starting out to be pretty good. Stilinski - 1.]

Yeah, I, um... you like colors and all, so...

[Words, Stiles. Use them. Make your mouth move and sounds come out. Idiot. But he let go once she had a hold of them, hands moving into his pockets after as she went to go put them in water. Water was good.

He trailed in after, her, hands still in his pockets and he looked over and saw the remains of his last bouquet. Aww. Okay. Good. She'd liked those too. Okay, so, so far he was good on the flower front. That was great. Good things to know about your ~~future wife~~ girlfriend.]

Yeah, water's good. Then we, uh, we have to go. I made a few plans, if you're okay with that.

[ yeah, water's good earns him a sort of snarky grin, like she won't even comment with an 'oh yeah? is it?' because she can hold back on teasing when he's decided to bring her flowers, so. but then he continues and she feels it in her chest, that thumpa thumpa that always happens when Stiles is doing something that she wasn't expecting.

so she makes quick work of setting the flowers in their vase, making sure they're sitting nice and evenly, well balanced out and all that, then she's turning to plant herself right in front of him, her arms looping loosely around his neck. time or a kiss? yeah. definitely. it's a very well behaved 'thank you' kiss though, then she's leaning back to look at him, voice quiet, but curious ]

Go where? You made plans? What kind of plans?

[Mm... that deserved a 'you're welcome' kiss in return, his arms winding automatically around her, low on her back and keeping her in close because he liked close Rachel. Close Rachel was good.]

I might have made, ah, date night plans. Like... actual date plans. Not just staying inside and doing... stuff.

[Not that stuff wasn't good. He liked stuff. He loved stuff. He could do stuff until he passed out. But... he was also sort of trying to make up for not being able to keep her from dying. So... Date night.]

Edited 2014-03-09 03:48 (UTC)

Wh-

[ she's not sure if she wants to ask 'what' or 'why' or even 'where', so she stops herself, a smile breaking up the word. she still looks too curious though, because what, like. she's not used to surprises, that's obvious. like it doesn't occur to her that he, or anyone, would try to surprise her, because she's usually the one pulling stunts and playing it off as a surprise, or whatever the case. but eventually she nods- ]

Date night plans. [ date night. date. datedatedate. that's new and exciting, for them. but at least now she gets why he's acting- not shy, but something. normally they'd be flopped down on her bed by now, snuggled up and rambling instead of just sitting down to talk like normal people might. but anyway, this makes sense now. ] Let me just get changed first? Into jeans, at least. [ because right now she's wearing her pajama bottoms and that's all well and good for alone time in her room, but if he made plans, she wants to look cute. or at least public presentable, yeah. she gives him a kiss on the cheek before wiggling her way out from his arms. ] Am I allowed to ask what kind of plans you made? [ she's pretty sure her outfit idea isn't going to change either way, so while he explains ( or doesn't ) she hooks her fingers in her boxers and pushes them down off her hips, leaving them on the floor behind her as she heads to her closet and pulls out a new(ish) pair of jeans. and, for the sake of staying focused, she gets into them pretty quick. then she's picking out a blue top, bright, like robin's egg blue. long sleeves, three buttons up the front. it's not low cut, not really, but it could be. it has the option to be. ah, she figures he'll like it.

she holds her hands up and wiggles her fingers once she turns to face him again ]

Yeah? Datable?

Um, well, we're going out?

[That's the extent of what he's telling her until they get closer to the park. But any other potentially smartass comment is sort of trailing off when he watches her get undressed and walk off to her closet. Rachel butt... that was a nice Rachel butt and he was now suitably distracted.]

Jeans are good. Good. I like... jeans.

[Way to turn his brain off, Rachel. God. Cheater.]

Very. Always.

[He stepped up to her and wrapped his arms back around her, giving her a kiss that was anything but chaste. She pressed all his buttons and he couldn't imagine ever not wanting her.]

[ she's grinning into the kiss before she manages to return it, letting her hands just rest on his shoulders instead of circling and pulling him in, because she really can't let herself get caught up in this or they'll never end up leaving. no really. she knows how this usually goes. so even though they end up kissing long enough for it to breach into 'making out' territory, eventually she tips her face down, letting his lips drag across hers even though she's broken the kiss. ]

Out sounds good. So we should go, right? Out? On our date?

[ maybe she just hasn't gotten over that word just yet. ]

Mmm, date.

[God, she tasted good. How could she taste so good? All his food needed to taste like her. Then he'd be fat and happy. But she brought up a good point and he gave himself a mental shake, smiling down at her.]

Yeah. Yeah we should go out. Don't wanna mess up my plans that I spent a long time planning.

We can't mess up the plans.

[ total agreement. total distracted agreement. but eventually she's leaning back, sort of sidestep-spinning them about so she can walk him towards the door, careful steps backwards while she guides him forward. it's slow going, but eventually they're at her door again. ]

You're sure you can't even give me a little tiny hint what these plans are? Just the tiniest hint?

I'll give you a tiny, tiny hint.

[He laced his fingers with hers and started to tug her out the door.]

It involves stuff that isn't here.

What a brat.

[ but she's following, of course she is, and not just because of the fact that she'll never willingly pull her hand out of his if she can help it. she's actually pretty excited, thinking back to a long while back when she agreed to go out with him, on an actual date, and said something along the lines of once the holiday craziness is over. which is was, thoroughly, and maybe they skipped a few steps, but oh well. the sentiment is the same. he's taking her on a real date and that's exciting. ]

Give me another hint.

[He grinned at her, pulling her in so he could give the tip of her nose a kiss, then stepped back to keep dragging her down the stairs and out of Freyr. They had to get to Baldr and it would be a bit of a nice walk there.]

Mmm, I'm going to be there. And you.

[ hup! nose kisses, always appreciated. always makes her smile turn a little goofy too, but that's fine. she's not the one that's taking her goofy face out on a date right now. she's easily lead, letting their hands swing a bit between them as they walk ]

Oh! Hey, that's a good hint. And the only hint that really matters, if you ask me. [ she bumps into him with her shoulder, then just- goes and lifts up their hands a bit between them, just to pull his arm around her shoulders, letting her arm sort of cross over her middle just so their fingers can stay linked together. ]

[He's happy to drape his arm over her, falling into the same step as she has (which means going a little slower) so they're walking in tandem.]

Mm, well, we're going to the park first. There. That's a huge hint. So much hint, I gave the whole thing away.

First? So there's more than one part to these date night plans of yours.

[ g o o d n e s s. if that isn't just as intimidating as it is exciting, she doesn't know what is. Stiles and his plans ]

It sounds like you're going to spoil me rotten today, and if that's the case, I would just like to say now for the record that it's totally your own fault. I won't be held accountable for the expectations you set here. [ like she would ever have expectations, or ever act spoiled ] It's all on you, Stilinski.

Rachel, my little honeypie, there is an entire list of plans that are happening tonight.

[He kept in step with her as he directed her towards Baldr, feeling nervous at the thought that something could go wrong. That all of it could go horribly wrong and he'd be left with the most pitiful excuse for a date.]

Expect away. I like the idea of spoiling you rotten. You deserve it.

[And it would hopefully ease some of the 'omgyoudied' guilt.]

[ honeypie makes her laugh, but it's a pleased sound, and okay okay she's just not going to think about this too much. she can handle just going with whatever he has planned, taking it for what it is and not worrying about the same things she always worries about when Stiles is being particularly thoughtful. she's mostly just really worried about somehow making it seem like she expects these things, or something. she never wants him to think she isn't happy with just being with him. but, right, she's nipping that worry right in the bud. ]

I'm kind of feeling the need to ask why you think I deserve to be spoiled rotten. Did I miss something?

[You missed life for about two hours seemed a bit harsh to say, but he was also trying to keep her mind off of that, so...]

Nope. I just feel like spoiling you. It's my right as your man to do crazy spontaneous things just because. You like animals, right?

I guess you have a point.

[ because she can see herself saying the same thing, if there was ever a time it suited her to, so. fair. she tilts her head at his question, but doesn't ..question it. ]

I do, yes. I mean, I don't dislike animals.

I do have a point. I have several. All very awesome.

[Strolling and strolling and getting closer and closer to the park -- and the petting zoo.]

That's a good start. Not-not liking them.

A good start towards what? [ huff! puff! she has so many questions and he just keeps giving her more instead of giving her answers ] I love animals, you know I get pretty nutty over animals. Anything I can get close enough to to make goo-goo eyes at when I meet them.

Good. Then I made the right choice.

[Because see where they're going, Rachel? See it? See? They're going to the petting zoo. Right there. Right ahead of them. All big and obvious.]

[ she really isn't paying much attention to where they're going, seeing as she's never been around this neck of the city, and she ends up getting distracted by the things they pass instead of what's up ahead. so they get into the park and she's looking around, and it's only when she turns to look at him again and question wait right choice about what? animals? that she clues into what they're walking towards ]

Oh! Oh. Aw. [ aww. ] I've heard about this zoo. This is so sweet. Stiles. [ a date spent petting animals is a date well ..spent ]

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