For Wilke: New York Christmas date

[happy_dsign]

Daphne wasn't going to waste the chance to have an awesome 'Christmas in New York City' type date with no expense spared, even if any shopping would probably not survive the change back to the island. She was okay with that, it would still be fun shopping without a budget.

She also wasn't going to sit around and wait for Wilke to come up with the idea. She had a feeling the island wouldn't stay like this long enough for that to bear fruit, after all. Which is why she bundled up in a cute mint green and cream striped sweater, jeans, and a warm coat, and marched up to Wilke's apartment, knocking firmly.

"Get your coat, you're taking me on a date," she announced as soon as he opened the door.

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[happy_dsign]

The look in his eyes as he looked at her said more than his words, and she ducked her head, blushing faintly as she smiled. "I'll get this one," she decided. "Do you want to shop for anything, or should we move on to ice skating?"

[more_than_that]

The blush was just about as much as he could take. In deference to his seriously uncomfortable jeans, Wilke stood and crossed the few steps to where she stood in front of the mirrors. "In a minute."

He stood behind her, hands on her shoulders, and drew her back against him and he didn't really care than she could feel just how shopping had affected him. Once their eyes met in the mirror he smiled. "You are beautiful."

[happy_dsign]

Daphne felt a little thrill vibrate through her body as she felt his arousal press against her backside. She leaned back against him and smiled, watching him in the mirror. "Thank you," she mouthed and signed.

[more_than_that]

Wilke turned her then and closed the distance in a blink. His mouth slanted over hers more needy than possessive, his mind already turning over the various ways he wanted to take that dress off of her. When he had a near desperate need to press her back agains the mirror and...

He broke the kiss and stepped back, looking into her eyes, his own just this side of wild. "I'm going to meet you out front, okay?"

[happy_dsign]

His expression was nearly enough to make Daphne call the whole thing off and just grab a cab back to his place, but she'd planned all of this out and wanted to see it through. Oh, but the end of the night was looking very promising.

She nodded and touched his cheek lightly, briefly, then let her hand fall. "I'll be out in a minute."

[more_than_that]

Wilke nodded, kissed her forehead, then headed out of Saks and onto the street. He didn't put his gloves on or even his jacket. Thankfully, the frigid outdoor temperature did just what he'd hoped it would do. That and a quick review of multiplication tables, and his body was back to normal in no time.

[happy_dsign]

Despite the fact that they didn't need money here, Daphne still went to the register to get the dress carefully boxed up and placed in a bag, then requested that it be delivered to her home address so she didn't have to carry it around while they skated. She still needed to accessorize, but she could take care of that later. For now she wanted to get back to her date.

She strode outside and looked around, spotting Wilke and crossing to him to take his hand. "Ice skating?"

[more_than_that]

Once his body had stopped making some seriously insane demands, Wilke had donned his jacket again, and his gloves, then linked their fingers together when she joined him. "Ice skating huh? Does the fact I'm probably going to look like a five year old wreck my good-night kiss chances later?"

[happy_dsign]

"What, big old lacrosse boy can't ice skate?" she teased as they started walking down 49th toward the Rockefeller rink. "I don't know if I can respect you enough for a goodnight kiss, now that I know that." Of course, she had bigger plans than a kiss, but she was trying not to get hung up on thinking about it and chicken out.

[more_than_that]

"Nope, I've never been on ice skates before. Because of my back, my parents put a big 'oh Hell no' on that one," Wilke said then turned his attention to flagging down a cab for them.

[happy_dsign]

"Your back?" Daphne slowed her steps, frowning as she looked at him in concern. "What's wrong with your back?" And how was lacrosse okay, but ice skating off limits?

[more_than_that]

"Yeah, you know...," Wilke blinked, then laughed a little, holding the door to the cab for her. "That's right, you don't know. I told you back home, the night of our first date. I had to have back surgery when I was a kid. Scoliosis."

[happy_dsign]

Daphne arched an eyebrow and climbed into the cab. "Boys don't get that," she said with confusion as she slid over to make room for him.

[more_than_that]

"A fact brought home by just about everyone in my class, believe me, but that's not entirely true. It's mostly girls that get it, but it's not unheard of for guys. And I've got the zipper scar on my back to prove it," Wilke smiled ruefully.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne fell silent then, not sure what to say--especially since she was supposed to already know about it, but the timelines had screwed that up. "...Are you okay now?" she finally asked, biting her lip.

[more_than_that]

Wilke brushed his thumb under her lip, pulling it free of her teeth. "I'm fine now. The surgery was years ago and I'm fully recovered. But anything that jars it - a fall, a punch, car accident, whatever, can spark a little back pain now and then. That's from the surgery itself, though, not the scoliosis."

[happy_dsign]

Daphne nodded and gave him a small smile. "Still up for skating? If you've never done it, I can about guarantee at least a few falls."

[more_than_that]

"We'll give it a try anyway," Wilke responded with a kiss to her temple. "If it starts to look like I'll be completely useless on skates, I'll find a nice spot to stand in and appreciate your skills."

[happy_dsign]

"Or we'll finish up early and head to dinner," Daphne countered, taking his hand and lacing her fingers with his. "It won't be as much fun if you're not enjoying it, anyway."

[more_than_that]

"Hey, I'll be standing around with a perfect excuse to stare at your legs and butt, and not be considered creepy for it. That counts as fun in my book," Wilke teased, dropping a wink on her at the same time.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Okay, so it won't be as much fun if you're not next to me," she amended, smiling up at him. "It's a date, after all."

[more_than_that]

"Then we'll see what happens and go from there?" Wilke concluded, raising an eyebrow at the end to make it a question.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne nodded and kissed him softly. "Sounds good," she murmured, as the cab pulled to a stop in front of the Rockefeller center. Daphne just stared out the window at it for a moment, comparing the sight with the mental image she had from television shows. "Wow." The tree seemed even bigger in person, somehow.

[more_than_that]

Wilke laughed softly at her response and reached over to touch her shoulder. "Impressed, huh?" he spoke and signed, knowing it was a losing battle before she looked back at the tree again. "Want to get out for a closer look?"

[happy_dsign]

Daphne smiled sheepishly and nodded, then opened the door. "Yeah, I guess we probably should." She climbed out of the car and waited for him to follow, staring at the sight of Rockefeller Center all done up for Christmas.