asgardmeridiem | Not really sure how to feel about it

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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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Don't ruin it, Rach. God. I need some secrets so I can go to them again when I need to like, set up the temple for a wedding or something. Jeez.

[He kind of loves when she does that. The fussing and the fidgeting with his clothes. He doesn't know why, but it's just a small intimate thing that he's come to really enjoy.]

So, basically, I'm your weakness. Got it. Marking that down.

You- [ okay how is she supposed to think of clever things to say when he throws out the word wedding, seriously. it sends her brain on the fritz, for a quick moment. uh buh duh guh wedding well that's uh buh buh buh muh ah ]

You are my weakness, it's true. I'll fully admit to that. [ and we're back ] You're both ends of the spectrum, though. [ it's almost like saying "you're everything" but not quite ] Weird how that can be a thing, isn't it? You can be my weakness just as easily as you could be my strength. Or, you know, whatever. [ because that was cheesy as hell. but, they were cheesy, so. maybe that's okay. ]

[He grinned at the fritzing, arms cuddling her a little closer as the carriage moved on. He liked throwing her off, liked that he could do it and that there was a part of him that was half serious about that. Maybe. Yeah.]

You are so cheesy, you know that? Here I am, wooing you, and you're trying to woo me back.

I like wooing you. I don't care if that makes me cheesy. Although it's creepy you said that, because I was just thinking "gods, that was cheesy" like, right after I said it.

[ she leans back so she can look at him again, eyes narrowed and suspicious ]

Are you learning how to read minds and not telling me? I feel like that's something you should have told me.

No, I'm not in that house, remember? Fire powers are the only ones I have. Maybe we were just thinking the same thing because it was insanely cheesy. It's like saying that something ticklish tickles. It's just that obvious.

[And now she gets a kiss on her nose.]

You're just that obvious.

[ good one. her nose scrunches up with that kiss, like a happy bunny or something, which she knows first hand what that looks like now that they've been to the petting zoo. ]

I love you, Stiles Stilinski. I don't think I've said that enough in the last- since you picked me up for our date, so. I love you, I love you, I love you.

[ she might be acting cheesy on purpose now, even if she does mean it ]

I love you, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, which is why I went through all the stress of setting this up. I think I actually have a grey hair from worrying if you'd like it or not.

[Totally not true. If he was going to get a grey hair, it'd be from almost dying. Or dying. Or dying again.]

No. Really? Why? [ she's not like, devastatingly concerned, but it's obvious she's a little worried, by her tone and the way her jaw drops a little bit ] Of course I like it. I don't want to stress you out. Like, ever. [ unless she's running headfirst into danger, but. EVEN THEN. no worries!! ] You're not allowed to stress out over things like this, okay? You treat me like a princess, seriously. It's- you're fine. So, so fine. Perfect, even.

Because I want it to be special.

[Simple. Just like that. He wanted this to be something she could remember instead of what had happened earlier. Maybe if he could do something big enough, something special enough, she'd forget all about it.]

Cheeseball.

[she's allowed to spin it back on him, for sure. using words like 'special', however accurate, is cheesy. ]

This is really special, though. To me. Even if I tease you about worrying over it, it does really mean a lot. I mean, nobody's ever- [ sniffsniff. ] - surprised me with plans like this. [ sniff ] Or got me flow-ers, hey. [ snnnnniiiiiff ] Do you smell that? I thought it was just the sweet shop at the edge of the park, but I can still smell it. It's like- syrup. Sugary something.

Shh. You're ruining the surprise. Keep that nose to yourself, Miss Dare.

[He tapped said nose, then gave it a pinch, grinning as he tried to tuck the blanket more around her.]

No sniffing.

I can't not sniff.

[ he pinches her nose and she laughs, looking around the carriage a little bit, like there's something she might've missed. which means he'll have to be pretty aggressive about bundling her up, but maybe that's the point ]

What are you hiding and why does it smell so good. Does it have something to do with the finger foods?

[The basket is under the seat and he's now cursing himself for not having put the syrup in a sniff-proof container. Stupid Stilinski. But he's also keeping her bundled up, hands holding her in place as he nips at her chin.]

You'll find out. Stop being so nosy.

Wow, that sure was a pun.

[ nosy. but that bite on her chin makes her crumble, lips chasing his for a kiss before she settles against him again, trying to ignore the sweet sniffs that are trying so hard to be sniffed right now. she can wait. she can so wait. ]

-- So if you were to put a timer on when I'll be finding out the next secret...?

We're doing a couple circuits around the park for ambiance. Then we can move on to the next venue. So about... fifteen, twenty minutes.

[He'd timed it so that they'd be setting up their picnic when the sun started to set so she'd have something pretty to look at.]

Ooh. [ ambiance. that was great word. she loves ambiance. she loves the idea that Stiles was going for ambiance, here. ] I guess I can try to be patient. For the sake of the ambiance.

Only for ambiance, huh? Not just because I said so? Rude, Rachel. After all I did...

[He feigned a pout, lower lip sticking out and everything.]

Are you pouting? You're pouting, aren't you?

[ she's still curled up with her head on his shoulder, and she just rubs her hand over his chest instead of actually sitting up to look. so comforting, so concerned ]

Poor baby.

I am... not.

[But it was hard to argue when he was definitely fake-pouting. But it turned easily into a smile and he just settled in to enjoy the quiet and the ride with her, wondering how long this little moment of peace would last before the next catastrophe came crashing down on them.

The ride went on about the circuit it had planned before coming to a stop at the spot Stiles had asked, the driver tapping on the ceiling to let them know they'd arrived.]

We're here. Hey, come on. Up and out. Get that cute butt moving.

[ the knock on the roof pulls her out of her comfy-happy daze, though she just laughs at first, with Stiles' directions ] Alright, alright, okay. [ she stretches her arms and legs out in front of her before sliding them off of Stiles' lap, taking the blanket with her. she starts folding it up as she stands in the carriage, knees bent, body crouch forward a bit, and she looks at him for just a second, like she's sure there'll be more instructions, but oh, right, he told her "up and out", so maybe he wanted her to hop out of the carriage first. so she leaves the blanket on the seat, then shuffles forward until she can hop out of the carriage, straightening out her clothes as she waits for him to join her. ] C'mon, slowpoke.

[He grabs the blanket she folded along with reaching under the seat and pulling out the large basket, hooking his arm through it before maneuvering out of the carriage. He gave the driver a wave and a 'thank you', then turned and offered her his free arm.]

I'm out, Miss Impatience. Now, let's go find the place I picked and we can get onto the next phase.

[ she happily slides her arm through his, giving the carriage driver a wave herself before tucking that hand around his arm as well, giving that basket a very pointed and deliberate look ]

Whatcha got there, Freckles?

[ totally innocent ]

You'll find out when we get to where we're going, Red.

[He pulled her a little closer so he could lay a kiss against all those curls, then kept walking with her up to a hill on the park he'd picked, one that faced the way the sun set and where they could get a good view.]

[ she's squinting a bit as they walk up that hill, but only because the sun's at that point where everything is bright and shadowy at the same time, that yellow-orange glare reflecting off of everything, even the grass and the little buckle on that basket he's carrying. which she's still peeking at every so often, that smell following along with them. okay, so. food. picnic. she could totally put the clues together. she's trying not to, liking the idea of all of this being a surprise, but oh well.

when they hit the top of the hill, Rachel's kind of just looking out over the horizon, eyes still squinted, but in a less "oh geeze wasn't prepared for that" way. it's just so she can keep looking out over everything, and, predictably- ]

I love how everything looks this time of day. It's really beautiful, isn't it? I love sun flares, I almost wish I brought my- wait. [ a beat, then she's grinning, holding onto his arm a little tighter ] You planned this. You wanted to be here by sunset, didn't you?

I might have.

[He grinned, stopping them when they got to the top of the hill. Setting the basket down, he took the blanket and shook it out, then laid it down so they had something to sit on. He held out his hand for her, wanting her to sit first before he set everything out around her.]

My lovely little strawberry pop tart, would you like to take a seat?

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