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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 5, 2007 18:21:14 GMT -5
“What makes you think she doesn’t? Or can’t?”
Rolling her eyes, Brooke thought it was obvious. “She’s an old, bitter woman that revels in walking in to try ruining relationships for other people. Or so it seems. Might as well call her Miss Havisham.” Yes, Brooke knew many English novels and often thought of certain people she knew as the characters. There were two women however that reminded her of some of the traits of Havisham. Those were the Dean herself and her little enemy, the terrifyingly agile Esther.
“Worth all what? Being quiet? Hold on.”
Frank began making his way towards Brooke and she smirked before he realised about the door. Rolling her eyes, she waited for him to return to the kitchen. “Worth resisting hitting her. ‘Do look me in the eyes when you’re talking to me.’ Jesus, I was looking and wanting to tell her what I could do her for, for barging into my home.”
Watching Frank move over to her, she let him moved between her legs and she looked down at him. Ah it was nice being higher up than her husband. Didn’t often happen, but why not make the most when it did? Watching the iced tea make its way over, Brooke shook her head, smiling. What an odd time to want a drink.
“Any job is worth all that if you want it bad enough.”
Kissing Frank back, Brooke smiled against his lips before sitting up slightly straighter. “I just hope that was worth it. It’s not everyday I get lectured as though I’m a child.” She muttered, her eyes searching Frank’s face. What was he going to say to that? Would he say that was how Gabrielle spoke to most people? Because if it was, Brooke wasn’t sure she wanted to be working there anymore. Perhaps it wasn’t worth it and she should go back to where she was respected for being good at what she did.
“Where would you like to go tonight to celebrate?”
Raising an eyebrow, Brooke hadn’t thought about that. In fact, did she even want to go out? Well it wouldn’t hurt. It might be nice. Looking at the ceiling for a moment, Brooke pondered before her eyes moved back down to Frank’s. “How about a quiet drink? Get a sitter for an hour and head to a bar? Something…different.” She smirked and leaned back against the cupboard.
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Post by Natasha on Apr 6, 2007 3:33:59 GMT -5
“She’s an old, bitter woman that revels in walking in to try ruining relationships for other people. Or so it seems. Might as well call her Miss Havisham.”
Shaking his head, Frank frowned at Brooke. “She wasn’t ruining our relationship.” That didn’t make any sense… There had been numerous times they’d been walked in on, though perhaps only once or twice in such an open fashion. He didn’t think it was going to cause them to get a divorce. They were comfortable with one another well enough… it was silliness.
“Worth resisting hitting her. ‘Do look me in the eyes when you’re talking to me.’ Jesus, I was looking and wanting to tell what I could do her for, for barging into my home.”
Thinking over that, he agreed with her. “Yes… but she might look at it as the house is property of the school… and that she was really just barging onto school property. It is our home, but it’s also not…” Shrugging, he sighed and leaned against Brooke for a moment. If she wanted a home to call theirs, with being able to say ‘you can’t come in,’ perhaps they should buy a place in Salem’s Peak. They could get to the school in time, and they’d be able to have their own place.
“I knew she was going to push you over with that… I couldn’t believe she said it, considering it was a little awkward and embarrassing. I think she was just trying to find some way to comment… I don’t know, Brooke. Gabrielle says things sometimes that are taken worse than they were meant.” It was all he could offer. Gently rubbing her thighs, he glanced up at her. It was fun, having her a little higher than him for once.
“I just hope that was worth it. It’s not everyday I get lectured as though I’m a child.”
Smiling softly, he nodded. “And it’s not everyday you actually put up with it. I am proud you kept your mouth shut, dear.” Kissing her lips again, his grin widened against them. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you take it so well… Not even from your mom.” Pulling back, he looked over her face. Perhaps, though, that was because she knew she could argue with her mother about it. Her mother would love her no matter what she had to say in response to lectures.
“How about a quiet drink? Get a sitter for an hour and head to a bar? Something…different.”
Thinking about that, watching her lean back, he nodded slowly. It was different… it had been a while since they last went to a bar by themselves, just for them. Normally it was a group of people and they trailed along. Smiling, he nodded. “That would be nice.” Rubbing her thighs once again, he moved his hands up to the top of her pants. “I don’t suppose you have the stockings on underneath these…?” He could try.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 6, 2007 17:14:08 GMT -5
“Yes… but she might look at it as the house is property of the school… and that she was really just barging onto school property. It is our home, but it’s also not…”
Shaking her head, Brooke didn’t want to come to terms with that. “Well that’s a load of…rubbish. I don’t know why we can’t have just had our own place. And besides, we live here. We have rights. This house may be property of the school or whatever, but a land lady, or whatever she wants to call herself, cannot simply barge in unless it is an emergency. In one fowl sweep she violated several of our rights. I swear, I’ll do some research to prove it.” Brooke was positive she could get Gabrielle for it, but she would only consider it if that woman got under her skin again.
“I knew she was going to push you over with that… I couldn’t believe she said it, considering it was a little awkward and embarrassing. I think she was just trying to find some way to comment… I don’t know, Brooke. Gabrielle says things sometimes that are taken worse than they were meant.”
Who was Frank kidding? Eyes wide, Brooke scanned his face. “It was pretty clear what she meant.” She replied coldly. Oh, no one could have mistaken the devil woman. “It was as though she wanted to show me who was boss from the word go. Wanted to show who was top dog.” Brooke leaned back and shook her head. “Am I going to lose all respect for this career move? Be shunted to the bottom of the pile?”
“And it’s not everyday you actually put up with it. I am proud you kept your mouth shut, dear. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you take it so well… Not even from your mom.”
Pouting, Brooke shook her head. “I didn’t have a choice.” She said, looking down into Frank’s eyes. She then leaned forward, resting her forehead against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. “That woman is going to drive me insane isn’t she?” She asked before laughing to herself and kissing Frank’s lips softly. “I think I’ve finally met my match.”
“That would be nice. I don’t suppose you have the stockings on underneath these…?”
Laughing and glancing down at Frank’s hands, Brooke’s own hands moved to lay on top of Frank’s. “Missed your turn, hun. But…” she then moved to kiss his lips only stopping just short. “…when we get back tonight, I know the perfect way to celebrate.” With that, Brooke kissed his lips softly before pushing him back and jumping down from the surface. “Anyway, haven’t you got work to get back to?” she smirked up at him, her fingers hooking the top of his pants.
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Post by Natasha on Apr 7, 2007 0:43:29 GMT -5
“Well that’s a load of…rubbish. I don’t know why we can’t have just had our own place. And besides, we live here. We have rights. This house may be property of the school or whatever, but a land lady, or whatever she wants to call herself, cannot simply barge in unless it is an emergency. In one fowl sweep she violated several of our rights. I swear, I’ll do research to prove it.”
Listening to her, Frank wasn’t sure how to stop her from going on. She was making too much of a deal of out it… Going on about their rights. They had signed a contract explaining their rights, if she really wanted to ‘research’ it, she could look up the file. Their copy was filed away in the house, somewhere. Frank had once had it all nicely put and knew where it was, but since Brooke took over the room with all the information in it… well, he didn’t know where to start.
“Brooke… you’re just mad because you got lectured. Stop trying to find some way to bring her down a few notches. I don’t want to hear about it from her, or from you.” This was going to be a very trying day for him. Hell, it might be a trying year, he didn’t know if this was going to continue or not. Whatever it was, his head was hurting.
“It was pretty clear what she meant… It was as though she wanted to show me who was boss from the word go. Wanted to show who was top dog… Am I going to lose all respect for this career move? Be shunted to the bottom of the pile?”
Rolling his eyes, Frank was annoyed. Gabrielle talked like that to everyone; you got used to it, or you didn’t. Not really one way around it… and Frank happened to get used to it and worked well with it. So he saw her attitude as something else, and wasn’t as put off by it. Perhaps that was why they got along so well. “This career doesn’t… You teach teenagers. Everyone is at the same spot in the pile…” For the most part, anyway. “Near enough.”
“I didn’t have a choice… That woman is going to drive me insane isn’t she? I think I’ve finally met my match.”
It was cute, even though she was still b*tching, to have her resting against him like she was. Gently holding on to her waist, he kissed her lips back. “Well, that’s a way to look at it. Though that’s bad if she’s in her sixties and you’ve nearing forty.” He couldn’t keep the smirk from springing to his face at that. Was it wrong that he skipped to the next decade since she was all ready thirty?
“Missed your turn, hun. But…”
Missed his turn?! That wasn’t fair… he would have preferred to move up to the bedroom. It would’ve been more private and he could have what he wanted. Then she was moving to kiss him, and he leaned in. She started talking, and he paused.
“…when we get back tonight, I know the perfect way to celebrate.”
She kissed his lips, and he wanted more. But then she was pushing him back, leaving him trying to reach for her. Damn it! Brooke was always doing that. So annoying. Groaning as he looked down, he was sad to see he was all ready reacting to her touch. That was what she got for leaving him hanging. Watching her get off the counter, he simple leaned back against the island, sighing.
“Anyway, haven’t you got work to get back to?”
Feeling her fingers at the top of his pants, he raised an eyebrow. “No… I took off the rest of the day, unless I get an owl with a note. You were going to be the work I had for the rest of the afternoon.” Wrapping his arms around her, he turned with her until her back was to the island. Kissing her lips, he trailed down to her neck. “So does that mean I can get back to where we were?” Grins and pulls back, starting to pull at her paint shirt.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 7, 2007 18:27:59 GMT -5
“Well, that’s a way to look at it. Though that’s bad if she’s in her sixties and you’ve nearing forty.”
“Cheeky get.” Swiping at Frank with her hand, it made contact with his arm before she shook her head. “Nearing forty, my arse. You’re closer to the mark than me.” The cheek of that man. He loved to wind her up about age. Brooke had hated her 30th birthday and had tried to hide the fact that it was when it had come to it. She’d never thought getting older was an occasion to celebrate and here he was adding a decade to her age.
“No… I took off the rest of the day, unless I get an owl with a note. You were going to be the work I had for the rest of the afternoon.”
Smirking up at Frank, Brooke bit her lip as he turned them around and she then leaned against the counter. She knew for sure what he was thinking now. But she really was no longer in the mood. They’d just been walked in on for god’s sake. Kissing his lips back, Brooke wrapped her arms around her neck and reached up to him.
“So does that mean I can get back to where we were?”
Her head back as he kissed her neck, Brooke pondered for a second. “That means…” but then she was saved by a crying that echoed throughout the house. “…that our daughter is awake.” Mood killer of what? Giving Frank a quick kiss on the lips, Brooke pulled away from him and headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She couldn’t just leave Ana in her crib to scream for attention. That would be cruel.
Arriving in Ana’s room, Brooke picked her up and kissed her forehead. “You pick your moments, don’t you?” She whispered in Ana’s ear before headed out of the room with her. Down the stairs and into the living room. “Sorry dear,” she called to Frank. “I think she wants to see her Daddy.” She then moved and put Ana down on the floor by her toys in front of the couch.
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Post by Natasha on Apr 8, 2007 0:59:29 GMT -5
“Cheeky get… Nearing forty, my arse. You’re closer to the mark than me.”
Laughing as he turned, feeling her hand slap on his arm, Frank was happy with that little add in. Of course Brooke had noticed it. Her birthday had been fun to plan. Frank had let Brooke think he’d forgotten, but made a big surprise party with family and friends. Ah… he had a good time with that. “Yes… I am.” She did have him there. But he didn’t get all bent out of shape about his age. Brooke did.
“That means…”
Frank was excited. Pressing up against her, he sucked on her neck, gripping her hips a little as he took in a deep breath. Then he heard the cry, and he stopped sucking on her neck. Loosening his grip on her hips, he sighed.
“…that our daughter is awake.”
Pouting slightly at Brooke before she pulled away, he really didn’t want her to leave him. Sighing, he regretted for just a slight moment having children. Then it was gone and he moved over and took a sip of his tea. Ana probably wasn’t use to seeing her parents during these hours. Frank only hoped she hadn’t been napping for very long… they were trying to get Ana on a good sleeping schedule.
While Brooke went up to get her, Frank moved about and fixed his daughter a drink. Filling a sippy cup up with apple juice, he screwed the cap on and set it aside. Glancing over the kitchen, he shook his head. They had to paint the kitchen… and Ana couldn’t come in. Or Frank didn’t want her to, because of the paint fumes. Pulling out bread and jelly, he started making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he heard feet on the stairs.
“Sorry dear… I think she wants to see her Daddy.”
Smiling, he glanced towards the door. Ana probably didn’t even know he was home… spreading the peanut butter on, he put the two slices of bread together and cut it into four pieces before cleaning up his mess. Sucking on his thumb, he nodded. “Mmkay.” Picking up the small plate of little snack sandwiches, as well as the apple juice, Frank walked out and made a surprised face as Ana turned to him.
She got excited and laughed. “Look who’s up!” Walking over, he sat down next to her and offered her the apple juice. After getting a hug and kiss, he leaned back on the couch and glanced up at Brooke. “Still could…” Smiling innocently, he put his hands behind his head and laid his legs out on the floor, crossing them at the ankles, slowly moving them back and forth while Ana chewed on a quarter of the sandwich and played with some toys.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 9, 2007 16:47:56 GMT -5
Ana was fidgety and as she was waking up more, she began to fiddle with Brooke’s pendant with her tiny hands. She made a few mutters of being hungry and Brooke only smiled and kissed her cheek as she headed down the stairs. Ana was gorgeous and even with her tantrums, Brooke loved the child. In fact, how could she not? Ana was a little angel that she could only smile at, even when she was angry. She could see her daughter growing up to be a little stunner.
Sitting on the floor besides the small child, Brooke pulled a few toys out of the box and passed them to Ana. Frank then came in with a plate of sandwiches and some juice and Brooke smiled up at him, crossing her legs and pointing him out to Ana. The little girl smiled and giggled at her Dad’s face
“Look who’s up!”
Grinning down at Ana, Brooke sat back, leaning against the couch. Frank sat himself down and fussed over Ana and soon the little girl was more interested in the food and a small doll as she was bashing its head on the floor. Shaking her head, Brooke couldn’t help but find this funny. Ana was always interesting to watch.
“Still could…”
Rolling her eyes, Brooke folded her arms and glanced sideways at Frank. “Not with her up. Make the most of time with your daughter.” She smiled an indicated the child as she tried to decide whether the doll’s head or the sandwich tasted nicer. “The best is always worth waiting for.” Brooke unfolded her arms and rested a hand on Frank’s thigh.
Taking in a deep breath, Brooke looked around the living room. “Frank? How long can you see us being here?” There it was, the start of her questions. She didn’t want to stay were she was forever. The place wasn’t big enough for a big family and she just wanted somewhere of their own. Not stuck in a school’s house, not being in control of it. She hated it. “I mean, there isn’t room for another baby.”
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Post by Natasha on Apr 9, 2007 23:01:05 GMT -5
Watching Brooke sitting next to Ana, he had a brief glimpse at the future. She was obviously beautiful, something Frank thought she had acquired from her mother. There were some smaller photos of Brooke that reminded him of their daughter. At least she had her face… and hair. Frank all ready cursed the years he’d have to keep the boys back with a bat. He’d obviously teach Dylan how to use a handful of spells… But that was a ways down the road yet. He hoped.
“Not with her up. Make the most of time with your daughter.”
Eyebrows rose and he laughed softly. Was Brooke telling him… well, that was just ridiculous. He did make the most of his time with his children. Resting a hand on the back of Ana’s head, he gently fussed her hair up, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. Letting his hand fall down to her back, he gently rubbed it and watched her throw the doll around. Yes, just like his wife.
“The best is always worth waiting for.”
With her hand on his thigh, Frank glanced at his wife and gave her a look. Of course he knew that… she had made him know it for how many years now? Long enough… Resting his free hand on top of Brooke’s hand, he gently squeezed it and patted it. “Yes… you keep telling me; I keep waiting.” Sticking his tongue out at her, he tried to use Ana as some sort of shield, as if to say she couldn’t hit him in front of her.
“Frank? How long can you see us being here?”
Frowning, he glanced around where she was looking, a strange foreboding coming upon him. What was she getting at? Rubbing his chin, he licked his lips before moving his eyes back to her face. “Ah…” Being here? “As long as I have a job, babe.” He expected that to be a long time, too. And now that Brooke worked at SWIM, it was obvious they’d both be employed for some time to come. “Or, we… have jobs.”
“I mean, there isn’t room for another baby.”
There that was, brought up again. Biting his lower lip, he moved his arms as Ana quickly crawled into his lap, sitting there with the sandwich in one hand and the doll in the other. Taking a bite of whatever was offered to him, Frank made a face at his daughter before pulling at the doll. Why was she trying to feed him her doll? Spitting it out, making a big to do over it, he stuck his tongue out. “Yuk.”
She was laughing, at least, and seemed to be in the beginning of one of those giggle fits. Glancing to Brooke as his daughter rocked in his arms, he shrugged slightly. An arm up to protect her, he wondered where she was going with this. He thought it was obvious, but… “Well, there would be if we shipped your paperwork out.” Smirking, he winked at her and quickly reached out to keep Ana from tumbling.
Situating her, moving his legs slightly so she rested between them, more support, he glanced back at Brooke. “So… what is your amazing brain cooking up?” Smirking, he leaned back against the couch, moving his feet back and forth. “It being the only thing I’d let you cook.” He couldn’t resist… no matter how bad a joke it was.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 10, 2007 10:05:12 GMT -5
“Ah… As long as I have a job, babe. Or, we… have jobs.”
He’d nearly made a slip up there. Brooke now worked at the school as well. She frowned and folded her arms, taking her hand of Frank’s leg just in time for Ana to climb onto him. If they stopped until they didn’t have jobs, it would be for years. Frank probably wanted to stop in his job for a long time to come and Brooke certainly didn’t want to stop in this house… if you could call it that. In fact, Brooke didn’t think she could manage more than another month there without wanting to rip he hair out. She wanted more room, more space to spread out with the kids. This place was too…concentrated. She’d been alright before, but living where she worked was too much.
Laughing as Ana tried feeding Frank the doll, Brooke watched as Frank fooled about with their daughter. Frank was a brilliant father and Brooke knew he wanted more. But there was a good excuse. There simply wasn’t room. But then Frank made the worst suggestion ever and Brooke simply stared at him.
“Well, there would be if we shipped your paperwork out.”
That was supposed to work was it? “And then where would that go? In our bedroom? There’s no room in the attic. It’s full of stuff we can’t fit down here.” Frank obviously was more occupied with Ana than he was with her and Brooke considered simply giving up and speaking to him about it later, when he didn’t have a toddler in his lap.
“So… what is your amazing brain cooking up? It being the only thing I’d let you cook.”
“I’m not cooking up anything.” Brooke replied quickly, watching as Ana smeared her sandwich over her Dad’s chest. Lovely. “I just…well this place isn’t suitable anymore.” She finally came out with it. “I’m now within walking distance of work. We live where we work and we don’t even own the house, or cottage, or whatever it is. There’s not enough room and I don’t want my kids growing up here.” She spoke quickly, wanting to get it all out. When it was, she looked down at her feet and bit her lip.
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Post by Natasha on Apr 10, 2007 17:37:43 GMT -5
“And then where would that go? In our bedroom? There’s no more room in the attic. It’s full of stuff we can’t fit down here.”
Biting his lip, he smirked and tickled Ana while listening to Brooke. His daughter withered in his hands, laughing and kicking her legs out. So Brooke was saying she was running out of room for her paperwork… “Well, we could get rid of some of the stuff…” There was always the shrinking spell, but Frank didn’t want to keep track of all that. What would Brooke say if he suggested burning the paperwork again?
“I’m not cooking up anything.”
Of course, the moment he took his attention off his daughter, she repaid him with a nice smeared peanut butter and jelly sandwich across the chest. Inhaling quickly and loudly, Frank looked down as the cold jelly started to slide down his partially bare chest. Ana was laughing and clapping her hands, saying something about how silly Daddy looked… Frank just stared blankely at it before glancing at Brooke. She kept talking…
“I just…well this place isn’t suitable anymore. I’m now within walking distance of work. We live where we work and we don’t even own the house, or cottage, or whatever it is. There’s not enough room and I don’t want my kids growing up here.”
He still couldn’t believe Ana had done what she did. Taking her hand, he gave it a gentle thump. “No… do not play with your food.” She made a face at the little lecture and proceeded to pick up a new quarter of the sandwich. Watching her, slightly uneasily, Frank blinked and tried to think up a response. “Ah… so you… you want to move?”
Holding back the onslaught that almost came at him from their daughter, who seemed to think her father covered in peanut butter, jelly, and bread looked good, Frank took in a deep breath. He should have expected she’d want to move eventually… It was true, they didn’t own the place they lived at, and it was a bit small… Stopping Ana once again, he licked his lips, trying to think of a way to distract her.
“Are you hungry Brooke?” Picking up a piece of bread with jelly and peanut butter still stuck to it, he reached over and smeared it on her face. Ana started giggling harder before she stood up and walked to her mother. She didn’t even help him when Ana had done that… "I have some more if you like where that came from..."
Oh, right, the talk of moving. “Well… we can look around, if you feel strongly about it.” He didn’t mind one way or another; Gabrielle wouldn’t mind, as long as he could come at a moment’s notice, it wasn’t a big deal where they lived. It would be the same amount of time if he apparated from one point compared to the next…
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 10, 2007 18:19:42 GMT -5
“No… do not play with your food.”
Looking away, Brooke couldn’t help but smile. She would have congratulated Ana on a great hit, but felt it would be contradictory to Frank’s attempted telling off and he’d probably kill her if she did. Well Ana certainly was like her mother and leaning back against the couch, Brooke looked down, not wanting Frank to see the huge smile forming on her lips. She was angry about the house of course, but their daughter was too brilliant to ignore right then.
“Ah… so you… you want to move?”
She hadn’t said that but Frank certainly could read minds. Looking up, Brooke couldn’t keep the smile off her face as her eyes traced across his chest. Was he not going to wipe it off or anything? Ana seemed to be going for him again, having not been put off by the cross words, but Frank was hopefully more prepared this time. “I guess I do…” Brooke replied slowly, looking up into Frank’s eyes, having drawn her vision away from Frank’s covered chest. Ah, she’d congratulate Ana later.
“Are you hungry Brooke?”
Smiling down at Ana, Brooke slowly looked back up and frowned. “Wha-” But then she felt the horrible stuff being smeared across her face and screwing her face, Brooke’s hand moved up to the food as it slid down her cheek. “you…” she whispered slowly to Frank as Ana threw herself over her mum’s legs and tried to climb her to get to her face.
"I have some more if you like where that came from..."
Frowning, Brooke pulled the bread off and ran her finger over the cold slushy food. Frank was a dead man. He obviously thought with Ana there it would be okay. But no way. And how was it with him telling her not to play with her food when he did so afterwards. Not good parenting there. But did Brooke care at this moment? She just nodded, glaring at Frank, her bright blue eyes scorching his skin.
“Well… we can look around, if you feel strongly about it.”
Putting Ana on the floor, Brooke threw the bread on the plate and her eyes widened as her lips curled into a bright smile. “Brilliant.” She said before leaning over to hug him, only grabbing another piece of bread from the plate and smearing it down Frank’s face and down to his chest, moving to his belly button, the peanut butter and jelly stuck to his chest and Brooke’s lips curled into more of a menacing smirk. “That’s how to do it, Ana.” She said smiling and tapping her finger on Frank’s covered nose. A little more of the food moved onto her finger and she wiped it on his hair.
“I have some more if you like where that came from, hon.”
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Post by Natasha on Apr 10, 2007 18:37:26 GMT -5
“I guess I do…”
Frowning, he gave Brooke a glance while holding Ana’s arm up so she couldn’t drop the sandwich on him. If she wanted something, why did she have to go around it like that? All she had to say was ‘yes.’ Was that so hard for Brooke to do? Be honest and not beat around the bush? Turning back to Ana, Frank was busy trying to fend off his excited and hyper daughter.
“Wha-you…”
Laughing at Brooke’s reaction, Frank almost put his hand on his chest into the muck. Ah, luckily he caught himself. Licking his fingers, some remnants of the sandwich still there, he was glad he had gotten her back for her not helping him. Besides, it was just a little piece. It wasn’t like he’d smeared it all down her bare chest… He would imagine he’d be in trouble if he did that.
“Brilliant.”
Ah, so she did want to look around for a new place. Shrugging, he glanced at her and noticed the smile… Suddenly he didn’t like her leaning in for a hug. Why would she want a hug? He was covered in Ana’s snack… Then he got the cold jelly to the face, and he opened his mouth, pulling in a gasp as she pushed it in down to his belly button. “Brooke!”
“That’s how to do it, Ana.”
Feeling her finger tapping his nose, he shook his head. Opening his eyes as she wiped it on his hair, he let out another gasp and tried to move away. Too late… Oh… Brooke was going to pay for all of this. Ana was giggling and was, from his calculations, a safe distance away. He didn’t even think about wiping the peanut butter and jelly off of him at the moment. All he could think of was what to do to Brooke. And then he had it...
“I have some more if you like where that came from, hon.”
Moving so he was up on his knees, Frank reached out and grabbed her arm, and pulling her towards him. Quickly he moved so he was sitting on top of her, holding both hands together as he wrestled to pull his wand out. Binding her hands together, so he could hold her a little easier, he tossed the wand aside. Frank reached for the last remaining triangle. Pushing her shirt up, he grinned and shook his head, peanut butter and jelly flying. “I do.” Picking up the sandwich, he started to smear it all over her stomach, tickling her as he did so. Ana sat there and watched, still giggling.
Glancing at his daughter, he reached out and took the triangle she had set down beside her. Now he had more… Reaching up farther than her stomach, he smeared the peanut butter and jelly concoction all over her chest, the shirt pushed up farther. Pulling back, he pulled the shirt down and patted it against her stomach before gently tapping her nose with his peanut butter finger. “I think we’re all out.”
He didn't have long to gloat before his daughter moved over and took his hand, slapping his wrist. "Daddy... bad." He stared at his daughter, caught off guard by the sudden turn around of punishment. Opening his mouth, he shook his head and glanced back at Brooke. "You should get in trouble too." Moving down, he kissed her lips before picking up the wand, unbinding her hands. Staying on top of her, he held her arms down once again, his daughter moving away to play with her doll again. "She's taking after you... that's not good." Smiling, he glanced at his wife's hands. "I'll let go if you're nice."
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 10, 2007 19:20:12 GMT -5
“Brooke!”
It was brilliant. Frank was covered and it was just as he deserved. Brooke laughed at his reaction, kneeling and glancing around at Ana who was clapping her hands in enjoyment. She obviously wasn’t used to seeing her parents behaving like kids, but being mature got old very quickly. Brooke pondered over getting more of that stuff, there was some left, and getting Frank back twice as bad. But she wasn’t mean.
She did however regret that as Frank knocked her to the floor and sat on her. Squirming, Brooke knew she hadn’t a chance. She tried pulling her hands from his grasp as Frank went for his wand, but just as she could feel one becoming free, they were bound together and Brooke looked up at Frank and gave him a look of warning. She had a fair idea what was coming next. “You wouldn’t dare…” she muttered, looking up at him. Oh, he looked daring enough to her.
“I do.”
Her shirt was pulled up, and Brooke tried fidgeting, seeing what Frank held in his hand. He wouldn’t…. Oh yes he would. Suddenly the cold sludge was being smeared over her stomach and Brooke still attempted moving as Frank’s tickled her as well. She didn’t deserve this. He’d started it. Laughing, Brooke tried to stop as she still tried throwing her body around. The stuff on her stomach felt horrible and Frank was going to pay for this. She wasn’t stupid enough to let him get away with it. But what the hell could she do?
The smearing stopped for a moment but as soon as Brooke’s shirt was pushed up further, she let out a groan before a scream as the horrible concoction covered her chest. What was Frank playing at? Oh he’d taken it too far and Brooke tried her best to free herself. This was hopeless and she couldn’t think of what she could do to get him back. She was in the worst position possible for revenge.
Then it stopped and Brooke tried to slow her breathing down before Frank pulled the shirt down and patted it against her stomach, the horrible slush pressing against her skin. Groaning, Brooke glared up at Frank. He was a dead man. If she could just get free. Then he tapped her nose and she moved her head as if going to bite his hand.
“I think we’re all out.”
Brooke didn’t have a chance to reply as Ana made her way over and slapped Frank’s wrist. Brooke faintly caught "Daddy... bad." and she smirked. Frank deserved that one and Brooke was pretty shocked Ana had just done that. Then Frank muttered something to her and Brooke stuck her tongue out at him. “You’re the school bully.” She replied, a raised eyebrow. This was really uncomfortable and Brooke found herself squirming. Her skin felt horrible and she couldn’t believe Frank had just done that.
Frank then moved down to kiss her and Brooke tried moving her head, he didn’t deserve it after that, and his face was still covered in what she’d smeared on him. Weren’t they a pair? Finally Frank unbound her hands and Brooke made to move them only to have him grip them tightly. He knew his wife too well.
"She's taking after you... that's not good…I'll let go if you're nice."
Raising an eyebrow, Brooke looked up and Frank. “I’m never nice.” She muttered before sticking her tongue out at him again. She then dropped her head back onto the carpet and frowned. “Now about that house. I deserve one after that.” She tried pulling away once more and failed. He was too strong.
Turning her head to see Ana playing with her doll, Brooke smirked. “Ana honey, Daddy loves juice.” She said as Ana turned around. As if reading her mother’s mind, the little girl walked over, her cup in hand and started to tip it over Frank’s head while trying to feed him the doll once more. Not what Brooke had hoped but good enough.
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Post by Natasha on Apr 10, 2007 23:41:57 GMT -5
“You wouldn’t dare…”
Laughing at that, Frank shook his head. “Oh… no, not me, babe.” He had seen the reaction Ana had to him getting covered. She was definitely enjoying the show her parents were putting up. Brooke deserved this for what she had tried to do… sandwich was in his hair! Peanut butter and jelly! In his hair! It was clean, and she put food in it… All he had done was put some on her face. So he would dare, thank you very much.
Smirking as she laughed and squirmed under him, he held her hands tight and glanced up to watch her. She was bucking him pretty good, and luckily he had a strong grip on her waist with his legs, otherwise he might have lost the battle. She was a hard one to hold down when she got tickled… even tied up, she was a handful.
He knew he should have regretted doing this, because everything would be ten times worse when she got him back. But he was too happy with what he accomplished… The look she gave him should have turned him to stone, though. All he could do was smile and laugh when she attempted to bite his hand for tapping her nose. Now she knew what he thought of it… At least with this she couldn’t do anything back, for a short bit, at least.
“You’re the school bully.”
Leaning down, so his chest was pressed against her, he felt the food under her shirt squish against the shirt. As gross as it felt, he was sure it was a lot worse for her. Moving his chest back and forth slightly to really cake it in everywhere, he finally sat back up. “Here I thought I was the Vice Dean…” Smirking, he blew her a kiss.
“I’m never nice.”
As she stuck her tongue out, he moved his head forward, acting as if he was going to bite it, snapping down quick. “Then I guess I’ll never let you go.” Sighing, he shook his head. She would have to think him incredibly silly to just let her go. He knew her, he had been with her for enough years. This was going to be hell…
“Now about that house. I deserve one after that.”
Laughing at the indignation she had, he shook his head. “You get attacked back for smearing peanut butter and jelly down my chest, and you think you should get a house as payment?” That was funny. Gripping as she tried to pull away, he smiled happily. “I was going to say you deserved one because you want more children.” Winking, he glanced to where Brooke was looking.
“Ana honey, Daddy loves juice.”
His eyes went wide. “No, Ana, not juice. Mommy loves juice.” Giving Brooke a glare, he shook his head and gripped her wrists as Ana got up and came over. “If she does…” He didn’t get to get any more out before he felt the cold apple juice starting to fall on his hair. Yelping, he took the doll in the mouth, gagging slightly on it as he moved aside. Ana tried to follow his head with the apple juice, and instead started to spill it all over Brooke.
Frank had accidentally lost his grip on his wife’s hands… He started sputtering and sat up rather quickly, trying to stop the apple juice from running into his eyes. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if Dylan walked in with his grandparents… What a sight they must have been. And Frank felt absolutely disgusting. “I can’t believe what you started, Brooke.”
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 11, 2007 8:25:04 GMT -5
Frank really was pushing his luck as he leaned down on Brooke, pressing the shirt against her skin and smearing it more over her body. She squirmed and let out an “Urgh…” as he pressed against her. It was horrible, the food squelching again her skin. She couldn’t wait to be free so she could get Frank back and get this stuff off her. Oh he was enjoying this too much.
“Here I thought I was the Vice Dean…”
Rolling her eyes, Brooke kicked her legs up in an attempt to get him off her. “No, you’re a dead man, Frank Pratt.” She muttered, smirking up at him. Oh he would certainly pay for this. She’d not gotten him half this bad and she couldn’t even wipe it off as he still had her hands.
“You get attacked back for smearing peanut butter and jelly down my chest, and you think you should get a house as payment? I was going to say you deserved one because you want more children.”
Brooke had put herself in a spot now. She was planning on replying with a ‘Not yet’, but changed her mind. Not the time to discuss that seriously. This was the time for revenge. “Ana smeared peanut butter down your chest. I simply added to it. Couldn’t have it patchy, now could we?” She’d have simply changed into her animagus form to get from Frank’s grip, but the last thing she wanted was Frank’s body falling on her as crushed cat wasn’t nice. It wasn’t likely she’d have moved in time, so Ana would simply have to do for now.
“No, Ana, not juice. Mommy loves juice.”
Frank’s instant reaction was brilliant and Brooke smirked. Ana could see her Dad on top of her Mum so of course she’d listen to Brooke instead of Frank. Frank’s attempt was humorous though and as Brooke tried to move her head so the juice didn’t hit her, it still did, however the most of it landed on Frank as he had the doll shoved in his mouth. Well done Ana.
Frank however moved out of the way, letting go of Brooke’s hands just as Brooke had the juice in her face. Stopping Ana with the cup, Brooke sat up, pulling at her shirt. This was horrible. But first, she had to get Frank back. Snatching his wand up from the floor (she seemed to have left hers upstairs), and she hid it behind her back for a moment as Frank wiped the juice off his face.
“I can’t believe what you started, Brooke.”
She started? Oh that was it. Getting on her knees, Brooke knocked Frank onto his back and straddled him, before binding his hands with his own wand. She moved quickly as she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold Frank down like he had her. Ana seemed to be back by her toys now and Brooke’s hands moved down to Frank’s trousers as she unbuttoned them and pulled the zip down, opening them up. One hand hooked his boxers while the other scooped the sludgy butter and jelly from his chest. She then moved it down to his boxers and smirked.
“Move now and it’ll go in.” she muttered, trying to hold Frank down with her body weight as her food filled hand moved down to his boxers. If he did make a move to get her off, her hand could move oh so quickly and then he’d be moaning. “I started nothing. I am finishing it however. Maintenant des excuses, ou eux nageront en beurre d'arachide et confiture.” Now there was also a test of Frank’s language skills.
[Translation: Now an apology, or they’ll be swimming in peanut butter and jelly.”]
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Post by Natasha on Apr 11, 2007 23:02:34 GMT -5
“No, you’re a dead man, Frank Pratt.”
Eyebrows rose and Frank gave her a surprised look. “Oh, is that so Brooke Pratt?” Dead man, was he? Shaking his head, he glanced around the area, finally settling on her shirt and letting his eyes rest there for a moment before flickering back up to her face. “See, I don’t see how that’s possible… you’re stuck under me, baby.”
“Ana smeared peanut butter down your chest. I simply added to it. Couldn’t have it patchy, now could we?”
Smirking, Frank sighed and glanced down at his own chest. By rubbing against Brooke, he had thoroughly trashed her shirt and pushed the peanut butter and jelly all over his chest and stomach. It felt gross, but… he figured that Brooke probably felt a lot worse. “Oh, right. Well I just wanted to make you feel part of the group. So… no reason to threaten my life.” Grinning, he tried to pass that off as totally innocent.
Wiping some of the juice from his face, Frank couldn’t believe Ana had just dumped her apple juice of his head. But he couldn’t really punish her… Brooke had said to, and she was just listening to her mother. Or something like that… Frank wasn’t prepared for the sudden fire from Brooke, and when he was knocked to the floor, he was so startled he didn’t even try to stop him. Of course, why would he when she was straddling him? Smiling wide, he moved to hold on to her waist but then he couldn’t pull them apart…
Try as he might, his hands were bound. “Brooke!” Trying to twist around, he needed to get his wand back. Damn her! Feeling her hands on his pants, however, made him stop and look down. Oh? Grinning, he watched with increasing excitement. Well… perhaps all it took was a bit of peanut butter and jelly under the shirt to get her desire back up. Then she was playing with his boxers, and he let out a soft moan. Yes!
“Move now and it’ll go in.”
Eyes widening as he saw her scoop up the stuff off his chest, he looked from her hand to where she was holding. Keeping himself very still, he took in a deep and slow breath. “But…” So she wasn’t all excited… That was such a let down. And he could feel it going down. Okay, focus on not moving… though her hand was still down there. He wondered if peanut butter and jelly was really that bad of a feeling… at least it’d get some attention.
“I started nothing. I am finishing it however. Maintenant des excuses, ou eux nageront en beurre d’arachide et confiture.”
Blinking, he tried to figure out what his wife just said. He got the apology part, and he understood swimming… He figured the last bit had to do with what was in her hand. An apology? She never gave him an apology… but then again, he didn’t want to be in the shower for a long time trying to work out the peanut butter and jelly from everything… Licking his lips, he opened his mouth, his eyes intent on her hand holding his boxers. “I’m so sorry, Brooke. You are right… This house is small. Let’s go look… get cleaned up and see what’s around…”
Inhaling slowly, his eyes flickered up to hers. “Very sorry, I can make it up to you.” A small smile came to his lips, and he inclined his head slightly towards the direction of the bathroom. “I imagine it’d be worth your while…?” He was trying, obviously. As much as it interested him to find out how it felt, he didn’t want to experience it for fear it felt terrible. No… not so keen on that.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 12, 2007 15:58:48 GMT -5
“Oh, is that so Brooke Pratt? See, I don’t see how that’s possible… you’re stuck under me, baby.”
And wasn’t he pleased with himself for that? Brooke watched where his eyes tracked as she squirmed. Her stomach and chest felt horrible and it was ten times worse with Frank on top of her. He just had to cake it in. Well at least Brooke’s mind had left Gabrielle and her ‘visit’ and had moved onto planning revenge against Frank. “Not for much longer.” She replied, looking up at Frank, her eyes searching his face. She’d get the position reversed soon enough. It was just a short matter of time.
It was quite amazing how Frank stopped moving once Brooke had gotten on top of him. He was then letting out a moan as she hooked his boxers. Oh, he thought she wanted to now? After what he’d just done to her? Rolling her eyes, Brooke gripped his hips with her thighs. What an idiot her husband could be at times. Just to think she’d want to after he’d covered her in peanut butter and jelly and then caked it in further. Not exactly something that would be a turn on.
“But…”
Raising an eyebrow as though questioning Frank, she pulled on his boxers slightly to get better entry for the concoction. Part of Brooke wanted to just stick it in there anyway, Frank deserved it. Another part, however, thought that mean and she should at least give him a chance to redeem himself. But since when had she listened to the latter part? Brooke wasn’t normally one to go by the nice, easy route. Where was gain without pain?
“I’m so sorry, Brooke. You are right… This house is small. Let’s go look… get cleaned up and see what’s around…”
It was amazing what a simple threat of sandwich finding a new home made. Smirking, Brooke sat up slightly, still over Frank. Her hand was still near his boxers, just in case he decided to add something he’d regret. Well he wouldn’t try doing anything to her for a while if she did do it. And she really wanted to now. She however didn’t want to deal with the moaning afterwards.
“Very sorry, I can make it up to you. I imagine it’d be worth your while…?”
Beaming down at Frank, Brooke lowered herself down so she pressed against his chest, however horrible it felt under her shirt. “That alone was worth my while.” She replied with. She knew what Frank had meant, but if he thought for one second….well he had to pay. Kissing his lips, Brooke’s food filled hand made contact with his hair as she ran her fingers through it, smudging all the goo in. Oh he’d deserved that. Pulling back from Frank’s lips, Brooke smiled down at him. “I’ll go get ready to look.” She added in a jolly tone of voice.
With that, Brooke jumped off Frank and stood up. She blew him a kiss and started to run towards the stairs. She knew Frank was still tied up, but that was the fun of it. She’d thrown the wand on the floor somewhere near him anyway. He could easily unbind his hands. Well not so easily. But he could. Brooke ran at the stairs, having a fair idea that Frank would want to catch up and make her pay for his new hair do.
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Post by Natasha on Apr 12, 2007 16:31:53 GMT -5
“Not for much longer.”
Laughing at her determination, he shook his head. “I don’t see how you’ll get up unless I let you go.” Sticking his tongue out at her, he smirked. If Brooke thought he’d willingly let her go, then she was crazy… Frank knew how his wife was, knew what she was capable of. She could be scary when things didn’t go her way. Frank definitely didn’t want to deal with what she would have in store for him…
Biting his lip as Brooke gripped her hips to him, he was still somewhat surprised to find himself underneath her. Oh well, she was definitely making it worth his while. Smirking at her, he found this rather fun, now. Not in the mood… obviously! At least he felt a little triumphant for a short while before she turned the tables on him once again… Once he realized her intention, and she was pulling on his boxers, he let out a gasp. No! Not the cold goop!
At least she looked like she was enjoying his apology. She even sat up over him, farther away from his groin even though she was still near his boxers. He was desperately trying to keep his important anatomy pieces from getting covered. Brooke was being unsupportive, and he needed to figure a way to keep her occupied on him versus… well, him.
“That alone was worth my while.”
Letting out a slow breath, Frank visibly relaxed under Brooke. He hadn’t realized how tight his body had gone with the prospect of what she had in her hand going down his boxers. Even with her leaning down on him, and the weird feeling that it caused, he felt better. Kissing her back, he opened his mouth and let out a gasp as Brooke smeared it all into his hair.
“I’ll go get ready to look.”
Pulling his hands, trying to get them apart, Frank watched her stand up. “No! Brooke… baby, come back…” Grunting, he tried to move, finding it difficult with his hands bound. She blew him a kiss and he made a soft moan. “No…” He needed to get up, but his pants were still undone and he was lucky his boxers were still in place. Ana seemed to turn and when her mother left the room.
Licking his lips, he smiled at his daughter. “Ana… Ana, baby, bring daddy his wand.” She got up to her feet slowly, grabbing both her apple juice and the wand. Walking over to him, she proceeded to throw the wand around and dumped more apple juice down on his head, laughing in glee. Sputtering, he sat up quickly and tried to maneuver his hands to grip the wand. Finally pulling it from his daughter, he growled.
Ana started laughing harder and fell back on her butt. Quickly fumbling with the wand, he was able to unbind his hands. Slipping his wand into his pocket, he quickly redid his pants before standing up. She was still laughing at his feet. Scooping her up, he walked up the stairs, heading to their bedroom.
“Brooklynn!” She had left him defenseless against their daughter who still had half a sippy cup full of apple juice. It was unfortunate for Frank that he didn’t realize the reason Ana had started laughing so hard was that a small spell had been let out from all her swishing and flicking when he tried to take it from her. His only hope, at the moment, was that the shower was running. Ana needed a little bath as well, covered in some of the food.
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