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First Date

Characters: Stiles and Rapunzel | Closed
Date: October 1
Location: Wood, and then Earth Sector
Situation: Stiles has asked Rapunzel out on something resembling a date. Asti and the rest of Keelai is about to keel over from shock.
Warnings/Rating: Probably none. Rapunzel's a Disney princess, after all. I think there are laws against that kind of thing.

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Stiles knocks on the door to Rapunzel's suite for the second time in as many weeks. Only this time, he's there to ostensibly take her out to dinner. This is honestly the first time he's asked a girl out for dinner and had her say "YES" so it's a huge, world-shaking deal for him.

He's wearing his jeans, and a Keelai-style shirt in green, with a Mandarin collar. It doesn't suit him, but it's better than the same plaid shirt he's been wearing since he got here, right?

Oh god, please let this go well...

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Rapunzel gently bit her lip and rocked on her feet. "But you mean...you like them," she said, placing a heavy emphasis on "like". "It's like...courting?"

Her voice diminished as her confidence dropped. Maybe she had it all wrong. Maybe she was assuming too much. She shrunk back, awaiting what she was sure would be a laugh or a confirmation of just how wrong she was.

"...Yeah. Pretty much."

He smiles shyly and hopefully at her, hoping that he hasn't just frightened her off with that. Because she is a complete and genuine innocent, good all the way through. She shouldn't have to deal with a teenage boy, honestly. (Although that sends his mind down the track that all Disney princes are usually older than their princesses...and he's younger than her, so huh. Focus, Stilinski.) He starts up again, seeing her confidence dropping, so the rest of his words come out in something of a rush.

"I mean, I meant it when I said I'm really enjoying spending time with you. If you're not comfortable with that, I totally understand, I'd be bummed out, but I'd get it. I mean, god knows pretty much every girl I've ever met has gotten uncomfortable around me if dates somehow get on the table so I'm totally used to it."

"I don't..."

She stopped, unsure of what to say next. She knew she didn't want to reject Stiles. She'd enjoyed her time with him, and was actually excited at the prospect of seeing more of him. She was just too confused about her current feelings with Stiles, and the feelings she'd thought might have been there with Eugene. She had thought he might like her, and she...well, she had started to like him, too.

"Well, I mean...I don't really know?" Her voice actually squeaked a bit. "I don't not like you. So I guess...we could try?"

She winced. "I'm sorry. That must sound awful, right?"

"Hey, I'll take that double negative," he said, feeling the restrictive band ease a little off his heart. "The last girl I tried asking out on dates ignored me outright. For almost ten years, actually."

He looks very thoughtful at that, as if just realizing precisely how long Lydia Martin had been rejecting him.

"So...you don't not like me. I don't not like you, too. I mean, it doesn't have to be anything serious or rushed or anything. I just...really like spending time with you. You're talented, and you're smart, I mean jeez you've picked up on nearly five hundred years of technological advances in three months. That takes brains. Lots of brains. I like smart girls, they're really cool.

"And, you know, you're absolutely beautiful."

Rapunzel blushed deeply and laughed nervously at the sudden compliment. "Thank you," she replied.

"For everything." His willingness to be patient was more than Rapunzel could have asked for. There was just so much she didn't know about, well, everything that jumping into a serious relationship didn't seem like the best idea at the moment. That didn't mean she wanted to stop spending time with Stiles.

"I'd like it if we could still do things together." She paused. "Date."

Ugh, he made her blush. He feels the heat rising in his own face, too, because she's just the cutest thing he's ever seen in his life.

"I'm totally fine with taking it slow," he says. But this time he gets a little bold, and reaches forward to pat the back of her hand with the tips of his fingers. "Mainly because you could easily kick my butt into next month if you wanted to. But yeah. I'd like to keep this up. Even if we don't call it dating. I just like being around you."

She didn't pull her hand away, and instead let her fingers curl around Stiles'. She laughed gently, and smiled at him. "I really don't think I'll ever have to kick your anything, so don't worry too much, okay?"

Goodness, was she teasing? She was! She giggled at the idea that she was able to relax again so quickly with him.

Oh god. She's flirting back. He turns his hand slightly in hers and his fingers brush against hers.

"I hope not. Although you never know, I might end up enjoying it."

He's giggling a little too, relaxing right along with her. Forget the cooking and the pies, there's a really cute girl to flirt with!

Rapunzel quirked any eyebrow. Why would someone enjoy getting hurt or tied up? But she decided it was just a joke, and shook her head.

"Well, before anything you should at least get fed, don't you think?"

...Stiles. Don't make dirty jokes around the literal Disney princess, what is wrong with you?

"True. Especially pie. I better get back to apple peeling, or we'll never get to eat delicious pie."

But he lingers with her hand for just a moment longer, meeting her eyes and giving her a slightly shy smile. Hi. You're adorable and he really likes you.

She returns his smile with one of her own - equally shy. You're sweet. She really likes you, too.

But then, as stomachs are apt to do when they are empty, Rapunzel's rumbled slightly, indicating it's dissatisfaction with the pace dinner was going at. She blushed, and pulled her hand away, only to use it to tuck some hair behind her ear.

"Sorry," she mumbled before turning back to the stew pot. "I guess I was hungrier than I thought!"

That gets a mild chuckle out of him, and he lets her go.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to distract you. I'm usually the one getting distracted, not causing it."

He crosses back over to the pile of apples, a big dumb doofy grin on his big dumb doofy face.

"No, it's alright," she told him as she stirred the stew. "It was something I wanted to talk about anyway. I thought it was important."

Cheeks still pink, she smiled softly.

"Yeah, it is. And I'm glad we're on the same page."

He picks up another apple, and starts carefully peeling it again, although he's a bit more confident now. Not much, just a bit. And he's still grinning like he won the lottery.

"This should be done soon," she told him after setting down her spoon. "How about the apples?"

"Almost done!"

Of course, it's Stiles. And the second he looks away, breaks his concentration, he nicks the pad of his thumb with the tip of the knife.

"OW! Damn it!"

He shakes it off and instantly sticks the thumb in his mouth, before pulling it back out. Yeah, that's a good cut. Crap.

"Oh!"

Rapunzel gasped and hurried back over to Stiles. Eyes wide, she looked at him with concern. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just not to be trusted with sharp things."

He sticks his thumb under the kitchen sink's faucet now, running cold water over it to help stanch the bleeding.

"Got any bandaids? Or failing that, a new thumb?"

Rapunzel wrung her hands nervously for a moment. She wasn't exactly sure what bandaids were, though she was guessing it had something to do with bandages. Unfortunately, Rapunzel didn't have any with her. She'd never had them at home either. Things like that just weren't necessary.

"No," she told him. She bit her lip before a look of determination shown on her face. She held out her hands to him. "Can I see it please?"

She could help. She'd promised that she would when she could. And she trusted Stiles. She could do this.

"You sure? It's kinda gross."

He holds out his hand obediently, though. Sure enough, some blood immediately wells up, and threatens to dribble down the side of his thumb. He tilts it up so it'll roll onto his palm instead of her nice kitchen floor.

See this was why he and his dad ate out so much. Neither of them could cook. Or slice apples, apparently.

With one hand Rapunzel took Stiles' wounded one. With her other she pulled forward some of her hair. She held it over his hand but then paused. She looked Stiles in the eye.

"What I'm about to do...don't freak out, okay?"

The same thing she'd told Eugene. Hopefully Stiles would be able to handle her secret, too.

"...Rapunzel, whatever you do, I promise I won't freak out."

He saves that for werewolf emergencies, and kanima attacks.

She nods, but doesn't say anything else. Instead, she wraps her hair around the cut thumb. Taking a deep breath, Rapunzel closed her eyes and began to sing.

"Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine. Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt. Change the Fates' design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine, what once was mine."

As she sang, her hair began to glow like the light of the sun, filling up the whole suite with it's presence.

He's about to protest, since her hair would get all bloody, but then the singing starts. Her voice is literally magical, and his eyes go wide as her hair glows.

For all the magic happening to him right now, all he can do is stare at her beautiful face, lit up and framed like an angel's. And when the song is over, he already knows his thumb's healed.

"...Rapunzel...oh my god."

Rapunzel hesitated to open her eyes. She wasn't sure what she'd see if she did. How would Stiles really react? Finally, she opened one eye, and then the other. Her hair and hands still wrapped around Stiles', she peered up at him.

"You're not freaking out...right?"

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