( semi-open ) love is a many splendored thing

[samlicker81]

Who: Everyone who signed up for SHIPPING
Where: All around Wonderland! See below for specific locations.
When: Tuesday, September 9, evening
Rating: PG13 just to be safe, but if anything gets steamy (she hopes it does), I can up the rating.
Summary: Becky sets Wonderlanders up on blind dates. Also, will be image heavy.
The Story:

You receive a letter under your door sometime on the afternoon of Tuesday, September 9. This letter will be addressed to you in fancy script (Becky's best attempt at calligraphy) from a "secret admirer." You might be wondering, but it isn't February! What's with all the romantic nonsense? Well, my good friend, romance can be celebrated on more than just one day out of the year. That day happens to be today. The letter will ask you to meet your secret admirer at 6PM at a designated location. You'd best not be late! A night of romance (and perhaps even intimacy) awaits you! At least, she hopes so...

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[cinnamonie]

[ her eyebrows shoot up when he mentions that, in a i can take care of myself sort of way. but when it's coupled with the grin, it should be fairly obvious that she's not going to argue, and instead simply falls into step behind him about a foot or so, having her own look around. ]

If it was a spell, why would they go through this effort? [ she means setting up the fire and such. ] Wouldn't it just be easier to catch us...anywhere else?

[ after she follows him into the small clearing, she falls behind, distracted by the little trinkets that are set around to decorate the place. she picks up one of the cups, ceramic and decorated and matching the rest of the set-up, when she turns back to bigby. ]

Someone put a lot of care into this place. [ but then there he goes, fidgeting and warning and mary margaret sets the cup down, unable to stop herself from smiling. ] Do you think someone's going to jump out of the woods to attack us?

[sheriffwolf]

I don't know. This isn't something that normally happens to me, not without some sort of catch.

[He suddenly feels very awkward and vulnerable. He runs his fingers through his hair and shrugs his shoulders. How did you explain to someone that you've been hated and mistrusted your entire life that when someone did you a kindness you couldn't accept it without waiting for it to all go horribly wrong?]

Do you think this feels right? I'll let you make that decision. I'm not very good at this sort of thing.

[cinnamonie]

[ for a moment there, mary margaret just watches him. watches him fidget, watches him worry. he's obviously uncomfortable, and it takes her a moment or two before it dawns on her why. and when she does know, the thought becoming more and more obvious as time passes, her chest tightens. ]

Bigby. [ she gives him an easy smile, something that's meant to be calming. ] You are allowed to accept kindness when it's given to you. You know that, right?

[ maybe she's being a little blunt, but her gut is telling her to keep going with it, so she does. but he did ask for her opinion, and when mary margaret's eyes scan back over the set-up around her, she nods. ]

I think it's safe, for now. Besides- [ she picks up a roaster, one that is supposed to have a marshmallow attached. when she turns towards bigby, she's grinning a little. ] I can't remember the last time I had a s'more.

[sheriffwolf]

[Her words strike him deep, old hurts he never talked about that he'd long covered with anger and malicious hate. How was it that he had only known her for months and feel as though he'd been searching for her his entire life?

Because she was Snow. She was Mary Margaret. She was his everything no matter what world or universe she came from. She was the only person who had ever made him want to be better, to be the man that she needed him to be. It didn't matter that in her world she was married with a family or that in his world she was trying to piece together what remained of a shattered past. He had found her here. That was all that mattered to him.

He loved her and the truth of it was written on his face.

Bigby smiles and walks over to her, taking the roaster from her hand, his fingers brushing against her own.]

You know, I can't remember, either. It was a very long time ago.

[cinnamonie]

[ she's not sure what kind of response she was expecting to receive from him. what kind of emotion she expected to see filter across his face. what she got, though, was something so much more honest, so much more open, than what she was prepared for - and it wasn't bad. it made her chest swell a little, pulled at the corners of her smile, but it was real.

yes, mary margaret was aware of just how inappropriate that look was, given her own situation. given everything, but she couldn't help the way it made her feel so warm. the way it made her smile right back - not scared, not embarrassed, just happy. his fingers brush her's and she doesn't let go of his eyes, letting him have it before reaching for her own. ]

Then I think we should take advantage of it, don't you?

[ she did get all dressed up, after all. ]

[sheriffwolf]

I do.

[He didn't want to ruin the moment. Something was between them, something he hadn't felt since they were fifteen years old and attending a dance. It was better this way because this was far more real than what had happened back then, the feelings just as strong if not more so. ]

I guess we should sit otherwise I'm likely to stand here like a fool all night.

[cinnamonie]

[ she gives him a small smirk when he agrees with her, nodding once before looking on over to the fire. it's only then that it really settles in how the air smells of cinnamon, and it makes her smile a little. ]

Cinnamon... [ mary margaret wants to laugh a little, before bigby mentions going to sit down. she notices the pillows, the rest of the supplies all laid out next to them, and she starts on over. ] Not a fool, I don't think. But sitting does sound better than standing. [ she picks a pillow, settling herself down on it before she pulls out the bag with the marshmallows, looking up to him. ] Well?

[sheriffwolf]

[He follows her lead, sitting down in a rather less graceful way, not really sure what to do with the pillows. He shifts uncomfortably before deciding to curl his legs up, crossing them in front. He frowns comically, moving the pillows around until he gives up with a sigh, plucking a few marshmallows from the bag.]

Pillows are for sleeping, not sitting. [He grumbles lightly, sticking the marshmallows on the end of the poker.]

[cinnamonie]

[ she does her best to hold back the laugh that threatens to come at the sight of him struggling with the pillow. she doesn't do that great of a job, though, and the grin pulls at her mouth a little more with each passing second.

she feigns calm when he finally situates himself, setting the bag down between them and grabbing one of her own. ] I don't know, I think they're quite comfortable.

[sheriffwolf]

[Bigby grumbles but a smile appears in spite of himself.]

You would think they were comfortable. You strike me as a pillow type of lady. Let me guess - your bed is probably covered in all sorts of squashy colored pillows.

[He sticks the marshmallow on the end of the poker and places it over the fire.]

[cinnamonie]

[ she mock-gasps at his accusation, doing her best and only kind of failing at the grin that threatens to break out across her face. ]

Is that a bad thing? Without pillows a bed is empty!

[ and out goes her marshmallow, over the fire and right into the fire, burning quickly before she brings it back and blows it off. ] Don't tell me you're one of those people who doesn't even have a pillow on your bed. Or just a really flat one? [ she tsks, reaching over to grab some graham crackers. ]

[sheriffwolf]

[Bigby grins, watching her as she expertly put together the s'more. He turns the marshmallow in the fire, slowly toasting it and showing a sort of patience that most wouldn't expect from him.]

You assume I sleep on a bed. I've a chair. I don't need pillows when I've a soft recliner.