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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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Looking bashful she shook her head and shrugged. "I'm just doing what I can to help."

Her hold on his hand tightened slightly as she looked back at him with urgency. "But please, don't tell anyone. It's supposed to be a secret."

"Of course I won't! I'm really good at keeping secrets, trust me."

You have no idea just how good he is, Rapunzel. But he finally pulls back, opening his arms to her for a hug.

"C'mere."

Oh! A hug? Okay, she could do that. Rapunzel leaned into him, her hair slipping from around his hand. Her head ended up resting on his shoulder, while she wrapped her arms around his back.

"Thank you."

As they hugged, he surreptitiously takes a moment to inspect his thumb: fully healed. Wow. And he tightens his arms around her, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"...You give good hugs," he murmurs. She fit against his body just perfectly.

She laughed gently, though it was muffled slightly by Rapunzel's proximity to Stiles' shoulder. "You know, one day you're going to find out I do something really badly and be so disappointed."

"Doubt that entirely. Doing things badly is my wheelhouse."

He takes a chance, and kisses the top of her head. Yes, there's still food to prepare, but he doesn't want to let her go.

It wasn't that Rapunzel didn't enjoy the closeness, but her more sensible side was taking over quickly. Not to mention her still rumbling stomach. And she just wasn't sure what would happen next. After hugs and friendly kisses...her experience was, well, lacking to say the least. She'd already decided that rushing wasn't what she wanted to do, either.

"I should probably get the pie started. Then we can eat dinner."

Don't worry, Rapunzel. Stiles is entirely lacking experience as well.

He finally lets her go, and nods.

"Okay. Maybe I'll stir the stew. Keep me away from knives. I mean, I'm sure that trick of yours is pretty flexible. But my limit for magic is once a night. Firm rule."

"That's probably a good idea," she agreed. She tucked her hair back behind her ears again and went to finish peeling, slicing and dressing the apples before placing them in the pie crust she had prepared earlier. Within a few minutes she had the pie covered with a top crust and placed it into the oven.

"There. Now it just needs to bake."

He'd taken over the stirring of the stew as she baked. But he couldn't help sneaking glances at her the whole time.

Lydia had been his obsession for years. Now he had Rapunzel. And this was so much better, so much nicer, so much more affectionate and attentive. He wasn't over Lydia by any stretch of the imagination, but he was at least seventy-five percent there. Maybe eighty percent. Rapunzel was taking over his heart.

"Yeah, you did that much better than I ever could."

She smiled. "I've just had a lot more practice."

Rapunzel stepped closer and peered into the stew pot, watching Stiles stir the meal. "And I don't know. You seem to be doing an excellent job of stirring there."

"I am the stir king. I stir like royalty. I stir like the boss."

He nods at her, with a ridiculous look on his face. Yup. Stirring hardcore. Fear his stirring skills. Always.

She bursts out laughing, and almost can't breathe for a minute.

"I think," she said in between laughter and breathing. "I think we should eat now."

"Good idea."

He finally relinquishes control of the stirring spoon to her, and grabs a couple of bowls from her cabinet.

"Do you have any bread? I love dipping bread in stew."

"Of course."

She pulls a loaf of bread that she'd baked that morning from the pantry and handed it to Stiles. She then took two bowls and ladled stew into them.

"There's another table in the other room. We can eat there since this table still has everything on it."

"Perfect."

He reaches up and grabs two big bowls, as well as two big spoons. And he takes it all out to the dining room. Because setting the table is something all good guests should do. His mother taught him that.

Rapunzel follows him, her hair trailing along with her. She set the bread down on the table, as well as the drinks, which she had refilled for them both. She smiled at Stiles and waited for him to take his seat.

He sits down, and extends his hand to her before he even glances at his food.

"Thanks, Punz. This looks and smells fantastic. Thank you."

She takes her seat and meets his hand with her own. "I was happy to do it," she told him. "I just hope you like it!"

"I'm sure I will."

Grabbing a chunk of bread, he dips it into the stew, and takes his first big bite. And he melts into it, totally delighted by the taste.

"Oh wow. Yeah. I love it."

Rapunzel waited patiently for Stiles to take his first bite before she even began to contemplate her own meal. She was equal parts relieved and excited that he approved of her cooking.

"Good. I'm glad."

Satisfied, she heartily dug into her own bowl for her first taste.

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