Prompt: Meeting at a convention
Fandom's: Teen Wolf and Secret Circle
Pairing: Bonnie and Stiles
Author: Paper-City-Girl
She was beautiful. Stiles Stilinski had no doubt about that. He didn't know her name and he didn't know if she even lived anywhere in the northern California area but what the twitchy, hyperactive teen boy did know, was that her Jedi costume, though not related to any character he could tell, looked amazing on her.
Her long dark hair fell into a braid down her back that covered by a shawl. Her dark left hand was placed on her lightsaber as if she could use it to actually hurt someone. Her equally- to about everything about her -charcoal colored eyes scanned the sea of dorks and geeks alike.
Stiles hadn't even noticed he was walking towards her until he had tripped over one of the many Doctor Doom capes, and propelled himself into her. The girl had landed onto the floor , catching herself with her hands so her face didn't greet the floor like the rest of her did.
"I'm sorry!" Stiles cried, getting off her and the floor quickly wanting to help her up. But as she turned onto her but and glared at the pastey white teen dressed in a batman costume she glared at the outstretched hand.
"Its fine," she huffed, getting off the floor and checking out her lightsaber.
"I'm sorry," Stiles apologized.
"I saw you and you look really beautiful, and I hadn't even realized that I was coming towards you until I tripped over a Doctor Doom cape-I mean, it's 2014, who still likes Doom?" Stiles rambled, using hand gestures that resembled him badly imitating karate moves in the air; and mumbling at the end. red stained his neck and all the way to his mask, and no doubt under that.
The girl smiled lightly at him.
"Do you do that a lot?" She asked.
"What fall over myself?" Stiles questioned, "Yeah," he answered and she nodded.
"I actually meant fall over random strangers you think are beautiful and then go on a tangent," she laughed before sticking her hand out.
"Bonnie," she introduced herself.
"Stiles," he greeted, taking her hand and smiling. His face was still bright red and under the gloves of his costume he could feel his palm getting embarrassingly sweety.
"Hey Stiles, two things," Bonnie said to him, flashing him a grin that made his pupils dilate.
"Yeah?" He answered her. God she had to be more beautiful than Catwoman and Ivy put together.
"One," she started, "Shouldn't superheroes know not to give their real names an-,"
"Stiles isn't my real name," the boy told her and her perfect eyebrows shot up.
"It's just what everyone calls me," he explained and Bonnie nodded.
"And two," she held two finger up, "Would you like to get something to eat?"
Stiles felt his mouth go dry and instead of verbally answering he nodded.
"Cool," her head bobbed along as she grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the sea of losers.
She turned to him, "You in the mood for anything specific?" Stiles licked his lips. Really all he wanted was the taste of her lips on his and to know what she sounded like when she moaned.
"No," he replied easily and she turned back ahead.
"Okay then," she uttered, "I know this great dinner around the corner." And Stiles grinned. He was at comic con and had met- and somehow landed -a date with a beautiful Jedi. He was so telling Scott whenever the next time he saw his werewolf friend.