You guys really rock! Thank you for the nice reviews! As I said, they motivate me and here's the second chapter containing the date! Well...half of it. Because it turned out so long, I cut it into two parts. Don't worry, in this half Mira is facing the fish. What I forgot to say at the beginning of the first chapter: I'm from Germany (no Nazi), so I'm sorry for possible mistakes. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, bla, bla

Chapter 2:

The green haired man was humming when he made his way back to the guild hall. It was a little before six pm, so he was just in time.

It had taken him some time to decide for an outfit and the way he wanted to wear his hair. In the end he had decided for a white button down, black pants and his normal boots, hair being open for once. He had heard that Mira had a soft spot for nice hair. You could definitely say that his hair was nice, as he took good care of it.

He ran a hand through spoken of green strands and opened the door to the guild hall. Mira was standing in front of the bar, wearing a beautiful dress that matched her eye colour perfectly. Freed smiled and kissed her hand, what caused her to giggle. Yes, he had a soft spot for old-fashioned politeness. Cana winked at him, she was sitting on a desk and had a barrel of alcohol between her legs, hugging it like it was her greatest treasure. Well, it was probably. Sometimes Freed wondered how she was able to stay in shape when she spent most of her time drinking things that contained many calories. And how she could still walk straight...

"Well, my lady, shall we go then?"

Mira nodded and – to Freed's great, but definitely positive – surprise took his hand into her much smaller one. As they walked out together, the wizards in the guild cheered again, only this time, there wasn't a single fight in the whole room.

Freed guided his date to the nearest forest and then to a small, perfectly round glade.

"We're there. I thought we could make a picnic here..."

"Oh, that sounds great!"

"Yeah...I cooked something."

Mira looked at the basket he was still in his hand and smiled impressed.

"Wow, I didn't know you were able to cook! That's great!" She sat down on the blanket Freed had put onto the grass.

"I used to cook for my team members of the Thunder God Tribe and they always liked it, so I assume you will too." Saying this, he opened the basked and placed several portions of fish on the blanket, every one made a different way. Mirajane frowned. This fish had wings. She had heard of it before, Natsu and Happy told her about it. They said the fish was gross and the worst thing they had ever eaten in their lives. Considering that Happy loved every fish (Apart from the winged one), it had to taste terrible Still, Mira decided for giving it a try.

"Looks good. This is the famous winged fish?"

"Yes. Some say it tastes gross, but that depends on the way of making it. When you prepare it in the right way, it's actually really yummy."

"That sounds good", Mira said and took the glass of wine Freed handed her. She wasn't as much into alcohol as Cana, but she indeed welcomed some wine every now and then. After she had clinked her glass against Freed's, she took a sip and decided to try the fish. She put some of every different prepared one onto her table and took the fork to try it. It was actually...

So. Terribly. Gross.

Mira's cheeks turned a light green, about the colour of Freed's hair, and she had a hard fight to not throw up immediately. But first this wouldn't be ladylike at all and second it would hurt Freed's feelings. So she swallowed it and forced herself to smile.

"Mh...tastes good."

"Yeah? Then I'm glad. Natsu and the others didn't really like it." He took a bite too and nodded satisfied. Mira stared at her plate. There was still so much left...how was she ever supposed to eat this up?! Another tiny piece of fish found it's way into her mouth. She tried to place it as near to the oesophagus as possible, munch it by pressing it against her palate (It was at least soft) and swallow it quickly. This made it a little better. After a few minutes there was only a little bit left on her plate. The problem was that she really couldn't take more. This was enough. Really. But what could she do with the rest? Not eating it would seem impolite and- then she got an idea. She put some of the fish on her fork, smiled sweetly and leaned closer to Freed.

"Open your mouth", she nearly purred, holding the fork in front of his mouth. Surprised, he did so. Ha! There the disgusting fish disappeared between his (actually really well formed) lips. With the smile on her face widening, Mira continued feeding him until there was nothing left. Maybe there was still some of the evil (Well, not really evil. Simply the way she was when she was younger) Mira left inside her.

Freed blushed a little and smiled.

"Thank you. You want me to return the favour?"

Uh...

"No, thank you, I'm full now. Besides I'm not allowed to gain weight, as I'm a model." She pet her tummy, when she suddenly spotted a piece of fish in the corner of his mouth. Huh. Usually she would lick it off...but it was still the disgusting meal after all. That's why she put a hand to his soft cheek and wiped it off with her thumb .Freed was caught off guard still. His cheeks flushed a deep red that made a nice contrast to his hair. Maybe it was good that she hadn't licked over the corner of his mind, she didn't want to make him faint...

"There was some fish."

"Um...y-yeah..." He did look really cute when he was helpless, Mira had to admit. She leaned back, supporting herself with her elbows.

"So, Freed...why did you ask me out?"

He frowned a little, leaning back as well.

"Because I like you? I thought that was obvious, because I 'stare at you like Happy stares at fish'"

Mira grinned and touched the tips of his hair that spread on the ground just next to herself.

"Many men look at me like that, I'm a model."

"Yeah...and I guess many men ask you out, huh?" He could barely suppress a soft shudder at the gentle pulling of his hair tips. (Author's note: Oh my, I think everyone loves this)

"Yes. It can be really annoying sometimes, because mostly they are stupid idiots that want to get me into their beds."

"Oh..." He fell silent. Hopefully she didn't think of him as such a man. Deep in his thoughts, he pulled at the grass beneath the blanket, when he suddenly felt something soft on his thigh. It was Mira's head.

"I hope you don't mind?", she asked with innocent eyes. He was one hundred per cent sure that this was a very well played role.

"No...make yourself comfortable."

"Good." Saying this, she closed her eyes. Freed watched her for a while and then started to stroke her hair. It was soft and silky, yet thick beneath his hand.

So...in the next part, one of Freed's questions will cause Mira to get a great idea. Or disastrous, however you want to put it. Remember: Reviewing makes me proofread the second part of this a lot quicker!