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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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?

You did, you totally planned us a sunset picnic dinner.

[ that's right, both of her hands move to cover her face this time, resisting the urge to actually, literally squee. he needs to stop before she explodes like a glitterbomb. a big bomb full of glitter, that's what she feels like right now. but eventually she takes his hand, toeing off her sneakers ( because she can ) before she sits herself down on the blanket ]

I love you so much right now it's sickening, Stiles Stilinski.

[ full names are needed in this situation ]

[He felt a sort of flutter in his chest, pride and pleasure that he'd actually hit the mark this time. So far. Kicking off his own shoes, he joined her on the blanket and began to get out the food. One huge tub of waffles, one tub of bacon, one tub of sausages, one flat tub of toast slices and one little container of butter, one tub of cut up fruit, one container of maple syrup, a bottle of sparkling wine, and one covered tub of something that he set off to the side.

He pulled out two plates and set one down in front of her.]

I, um, I thought since you liked breakfast food so much... I can warm it all up to however you want it. Lots of syrup. To put over everything.

Sunset picnic brinner?

[ Rachel's eyes are so wide, it's like he's setting down bricks of diamond and rubies on the blanket around her. but really, he may as well be, because to Rachel, breakfast is a girl's best friend. she doesn't even know what to do with herself at first, actually, truly overwhelmed. ]

You- are seriously the best boyfriend who has ever boyfriend-ded. Stiles. [ she huffs a laugh, like, he should have given her a waiver to sign beforehand, or something. WARNING: this date is going to be perfect. may cause some serious lovey-dovey feelings. ] Holy Hera, I need to just sit and hold your hand for a second, give me your hand. [ 500% serious ]

[He's reaching for the waffle container when she says that, pausing and sort of giving her a look before he holds his hand out.]

This is... this is good, right? I mean, not too much? I-- I didn't want to go overboard, so no fancy restaurant, but... I thought you might like a picnic.

[ her fingers lace through his, the other hand moving to clasp over the back of his hand, really holding on. not too tight, but just. solid. she's chewing at her lip as she nods ( this is good, right? ) then shakes her head ( not too much? ) and then nods again ( I thought you might like.. ) because he's right, he's so right and she's being a little ridiculous right now but she doesn't care ]

I just need a second to like- process. [ and move her hand so she can kiss the back of his hand, hiding behind it maybe just a little bit ] Snuggling with baby animals, then snuggling with you on a carriage, and you made me breakfast for dinner. That we're going to eat picnic style, at sunset. You're kinda great at this whole date thing, you know that?

[Relief and pleasure move through him again and he grins, pulling her in to steal a kiss before he carefully extracts his hand to start making her plate.]

Lots of bacon, right? I didn't want to try to keep eggs out of a fridge otherwise there'd be some of those here.

[He held the waffles in his hand, feeling them warm up as he focused on them, waiting until they started to steam before he set them down on her plate.]

[ no how is he being so cool about this, Rachel is still feeling so loopy that she's still sitting there like he hadn't moved away, mouth still pursed, kissed, until she settles back on her hands with a sigh. a very girlish, dreamy sigh. ]

I love bacon. [ she loves it so damn much. she really does. she loves watching him use his powers to cook for her, kind of, or reheat what he already cooked for her, whatever. she's so impressed. and infatuated. and hungry. ] I'm pretty sure I could eat lots of everything right now.

Right. So, waffles. Bacon [Which got draped over the waffles and heated up until he could hear it sizzle.], sausages [Set beside the waffles and heated up until they steamed as well.] And everything covered in syrup.

Do you want it hot or warm or... I'm not really sure how you like it.

Warm, please.

[ she feels so silly though, just watching him set all this up. she wants to make his plate for him too, but he has to heat up everything anyway, so instead she's just reaching for the tupperware with the cut fruit, fishing around for a honeydew cube ]

Open up.

[He concentrated on warming up the syrup, setting it down beside her and leaning in to open his mouth for the cube of fruit she held up for him.]

Warm syrup for the lady.

[He kissed her finger, then leaned back so he wouldn't get distracted before they could eat.]

[ even if he did get distracted, Rachel sure was focused on her plate once he ate the fruit. she stretches her legs out straight in front of her, resting her plate on her thighs so she can get to covering everything in syrup. it's an art, really, she's obviously practiced - she manages to cover the food without leaving pools of it on the plate. just a little bit, in the middle, but that can't be helped. however! she will be waiting until he gets his plate all set up before she starts eating. it's her eating-dinner-with-people habit and she'll never break it. ]

Do you ever wish you could go back in time and shake the hand of the person that invented your favorite food? Because I would definitely shake Mr. Waffle's hand. So thoroughly. I might even give him a kiss, actually. I would kiss Mr. Waffle. [ she turns to give him a sympathetic smile ] Sorry, darling.

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