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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 25, 2006 17:44:55 GMT -5
The argument had been something that happened far from often. Brooklynn and her husband would normally shout a few things, then apologise and forget about it. But things had been said this time that had hurt both Brooke and Frank and both had been very upset by the time they’d left his office in the school. Brooke had locked it and walked away slowly, not wanting to catch up with Frank. She’d then arrived back and after much thought decided that, she two, owed an apology. Frank had already done his bit and Brooke had simply questioned him about it without accepting it or apologising herself. It was absolute. She’d acted like a bitch.
But being stood in their kitchen with an apron on and a wooden spoon in hand, she was determined to make up for this. It had always been said that a woman’s place was in the kitchen, but for this woman there was an exception. She knew her cooking was awful, but she’d never set fire to anything so she couldn’t do too badly with a recipe in tow for Frank’s favourite dish, ribs. What could possibly go wrong with them? But when Brooke was pouring a bit of rum into the saucepan of sauce, she’d slipped slightly upon hearing a dog’s bark and with the alcohol spilling onto a flame on the stove, the flame had jumped to a great height and with Brooke jumping back and knocking the saucepan to the floor, the flame had hit the curtain, causing that to burn and the flame to spread. For a few moments, Brooke had even been incapable of doing a thing as she’d simply screamed.
There had however been a reason for this screaming as the apron being worn had been on fire, causing Brooke to pull it off and stamp on it. That fire had gone out and when her senses had returned, Brooklynn had pulled her wand from her robe pocket and stopped the fire, leaving the curtains as there hadn’t been much she could do to them. Forgetting about the ribs, Brooke had headed out of the room, trying to come up with something to tell Frank. He’d be back soon and in one night she’d managed to lose her first case, tell Frank she could live without him while having a huge argument, and finally, she’d burnt down their kitchen. Well bad things did always come in threes.
Glaring at the Great Dane that sat near her as she paced the living room, Brooke’s eyes widened and she lured the dog into the kitchen quickly. Making the poor dog sit on the floor, Brooke smeared some of the sauce that had set on fire around the dog’s face, making the brute look as though he’d been at it, before she stepped back over the spilt sauce and out of the kitchen, shutting the dog in behind her. She’d quickly changed and by the time she heard the door, Brooke was sat on her favourite spot on the sofa, Ange on her lap and a book called ‘Telling the perfect lie every time by Reece Praline’ held in her hands as her eyes scanned it intently. The perfect book for what she’d just done, but how could that raise suspicion? Those kind of books tended to be the only ones she’d read. That and murder mysteries.
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Post by Natasha on Dec 26, 2006 0:21:20 GMT -5
Having shown up to his in-laws in a slightly depressed mood, he had realized only too late that his shirt was still unbuttoned. Keeping his coat zipped up, Frank was just glad that his wife had remembered to zip his pants back up. His mother-in-law always seemed to find a way to ruin their special time together… it had happened a few times before. Like she had some radar for when it was happening. Annoying… And Brooke was supposedly attempting to make dinner. That scared him slightly, but she could have had a lucky night in the kitchen…
Meredith had answered the door, ushering him in slight surprise. She said Sébastién was with the children playing in a back room. Frank had explained that Brooke and he had decided they could spend the night with their children, and though she protested that they were just fine and the letter was a mix up. Frank only nodded when she asked if he remembered how terrible her English could be. Meredith also told Frank some choice things to mention to her daughter when he saw her next, and he wondered if he should bring up the fact that they were arguing at the moment… No, best not.
Walking to the back, he helped pick up some of the toys that the children had played with. Into a bucket they went, and farther back he went, Meredith trailing behind him and talking the entire time. Most of it was about work or how many words Ana was saying or how good Dylan was writing his alphabet and name. Finally, though, they got to the room where his children were and Dylan jumped up and came running for him. Frank picked him up and tossed him in the air before letting him back down. Dylan was getting bigger and heavier each time Frank tried to do that; that, or Frank was getting older. Ruffling up his son’s hair, he was answering his questions of why he was there.
Though Dylan was upset that he couldn’t stay at his grandparents for the night, Frank promised they could do it in a couple days if he behaved himself. Taking Ana from Brooke’s father, he answer a few questions about how Brooke was, and avoided questions from both parents as to why she didn’t come with him. He used the ‘she’s cooking dinner’ excuse, though they both gave him an unbelievable face. Well, that’s what she had said she was doing… Accepting Ana’s bag of goodies, he held Dylan’s hand and walked out to the living room where they gave everyone hugs and kisses and goodbyes. Meredith told Frank to have her daughter visit her when she got some free time.
A short time later, they were back home and walking up to their cottage. Pushing open the door, Frank frowned slightly at the odd smell in the house. As Dylan ran over to Brooke to tell her about how his day with his grandmother was, Frank motioned to Ana as if to explain he was going to go change her diaper. Moving back to her bedroom, he set the baby bag next to the kitchen door to be handled later. After changing the diaper and picking her back up, he was trying to soothe her as she was wiggling in his arms. Walking back out to the living room, he stayed clear of that devil dog that sat on his wife’s lap.
He came in as Dylan was remarking about what had happened with Ana. Sitting down in his chair close to the fireplace, Frank propped Ana up on his knee and glanced around. “Is dinner ready, Brooke?” Pausing, he smirked just slightly. “Your mother wants to see you in a couple days, by the way.” She still hadn’t told him what the note had said, and the more he wondered, the more he wanted to find out.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 26, 2006 8:05:59 GMT -5
Hearing the door open, Brooke simply kept a straight face and looked down at the white terrier laying across her and seeming to be waking up. She had a feeling the small dog could sense when Frank was around as he instantly sat up on Brooke’s lap and stared at the lounge door, ears raised and mouth open with his tongue out as he began to breath quickly. Closing her book, Brooke put it on the spot next to her before beginning to rub Ange’s ears, trying to clam him down so he wouldn’t go for Frank. She knew too well what the small dog was like around her husband.
The living room door opened and the first through it was their lively looking son as he ran towards her. Ange simply lay himself back down on Brooke’s lap and she leaned forward, pulling her son into a hug. “If it isn’t my little Hero. Have you had a nice day today? Been to the park to see the ducks?” He started to tell her about his day and Brooke nodded and smiled. “And how is your Nan and Grandpa?” she asked, patting the spot on the sofa next to her for him to sit by her. Dylan lifted himself up and sat on the edge of the sofa, his legs dangling down to not quite reach the floor. He told her something about his grandmother acting a little odd and Brooke simply nodded before she saw Frank in the corner of her eye as he sat down with Ana on his lap.
“Is dinner ready, Brooke?”
Almost letting out a nervous laugh, Brooke covered that by looking down at the dog and scratching behind his ears as he lifted his head up. “Should be soon.” She said calmly, “Just left it to finish off.” And with that she was once more turning her attention to Dylan. “You tired mate? It’s past your bedtime.” The young boy reluctantly nodded and Brooke pushed Ange off her, for him to only bark and sit himself on the floor, glaring at Frank.
“Your mother wants to see you in a couple days, by the way.”
“How nice. Pity I don’t want to see her.” Brooke said back, not really looking at Frank as she stood up and pulled Dylan off the sofa. She couldn’t pick him up, but she helped him down. “Want mummy to read you a bedtime story?” she asked, bending down to Dylan’s height. After receiving a nod, Brooke stood back up and turned to look at Frank. “I’ll take the kids up to bed.” She moved over to Frank and took Ana from him, holding her on her side, as the small child started to tug at her mother’s hair. “The dinner should be done by now, can you take it up? I’m guessing the kids have already eaten.”
Brooke bent forward and gave Frank a quick kiss, best make sure the kids didn’t have any idea of their parents’ argument, before she turned to look at Dylan and smiled. “Come on, last one up the stairs is a rotten dragon egg.” And with that the little boy laughed and ran for the stairs before Brooke quickly went after him, laughing and holding Ana tightly as the small toddler laughed and gripped onto her mother.
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Post by Natasha on Dec 26, 2006 15:56:34 GMT -5
“If it isn’t my little Hero. Have you had a nice day today? Been to the park to se the ducks? And how is your Nan and Grandpa?”
Bouncing Ana on his knee, he made little faces at her, kissing her cheeks and making her giggle while Dylan told Brooke about his day. That damn Ange was staring at him, too. Waiting to attack or growl at him, Frank was sure. A small smile came to his lips as he thought about changing into his dog form and scaring the living piss out of Ange.
“Should be soon… Just left it to finish off… You tired mate? It’s past your bedtime.”
Raising an eyebrow, Frank glanced at the closed kitchen door where he could hear scratching at the door. Frowning slightly, he wondered why Duke was in there. “Okay…” Ana started to pull on his zipper on his coat, and Frank held her hand to keep her from hurting herself, bouncing her once again. Glancing at Ange as Brooke pushed him off, Frank glared at the dog for barking.
“How nice. Pity I don’t want to see her… Want mummy to read you a bedtime story?”
Letting out a slow breath through his nose, Frank moved his eyes from the annoying dog sitting on the floor to his wife. When she bent down to their son’s height, he tilted his head slightly. Not much difference between them. Smirking, he thought that would end him on the couch for sure. Nodding when she said she would take the kids up to bed, he gave Ana a goodnight kiss before Brooke took her. He motioned Dylan over and gave him a hug and kiss goodnight. Laughing when he wiped it off, he playfully messed up his hair before listening to Brooke.
“The dinner should be done by now, can you take it up? I’m guessing the kids have already eaten.”
His eyes widened slightly from the small kiss. He had been about to voice something, but kept it to himself. Nodding, he licked his lips. “Sure, I’ll go check on it.” Watching as Brooke and Dylan raced up the stairs, Frank pushed himself up from the chair and started to the closed kitchen door. The odd smell hit him stronger the closer he got. Ange was also staying far away from him instead of jumping at him. Okay… not good…
Pushing open the door, he was assaulted with the smell of burning something. Moving Duke back, he groaned as he saw the dog covered in something. Closing the door, he stared at the kitchen and shook his head. “Oh… my god…” His wand out, Frank started to clean it up very quickly, from the sauce on the floor to the curtains being burnt. Into the trash it all went, though he wanted to scream for Brooke. No… no… deep breaths. Moving to the oven, he pulled the ribs out. They weren’t burnt, amazingly, though they needed a few more minutes with more barbeque sauce on them.
After ensuring the ribs were soaked in barbeque sauce, to make sure they wouldn’t burn, Frank put them back in the oven and set the timer for ten minutes. As that cooked, he moved over to the refrigerator, pulling out lettuce and a cucumber and tomato, quickly cutting it all up and making a small salad for each. Into a bowl they went, and behind him on the island they sat. Two wine glasses came down, and he accio’d a red wine over, popping the top off and pouring a little in each. What else would add to the dinner? Thinking it over, he pulled a couple dinner rolls out and put them in the oven as well.
Now… to clean that damn dog up… Taking Duke by the collar, outside they went. After getting him under the hose, Frank accio’d some soap out to him, and began to scrub Duke down. It didn’t take too long, and only twice did he shake everything off onto Frank. After washing the soap out and then drying both the dog and Frank with the wand, they went back inside. The ribs were done by the smell of it, and he pulled them out along with the rolls, setting a couple of the lovely smelling ribs on each plate. Setting each plate and bowl at a stool, Frank took a sip of his wine before setting each glass at each setting. Unzipping his coat, finally, he pulled it off and moved out of the kitchen, pushing Duke out of it as he made his way to the coat rack.
Hanging it up, he started to button his shirt, leaving the top couple done and pulling the tie off. Back into the kitchen to wait, he lit a couple of candles and turned the lights down. As a last minute thought, he turned the stereo on to something soft and jazzy. Rubbing his eyes, he leaned against the counter and groaned softly from the long day and probably long night of groveling he had if he wanted to sleep very good.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 26, 2006 17:09:27 GMT -5
Brooke finally got to the top of the stairs, Ana held tightly by her right arm as she rested her left hand on her hip, breathing quickly. “You beat me champ.” She gasped before she finally caught her breath. Following Dylan into his small bedroom, Brooke turned the light on and looked down at her son. “Right, pyjamas on. I’ll be inspecting those teeth when I get back from putting your sister to bed. Come on, hop to it.” And with that Brooke had headed out of Dylan’s room, across the landing and into the small bedroom that was her daughter’s.
After much soothing and a lullaby, a kiss on the forehead and a quick tidying of the toy covered floor, Ana was asleep and Brooke was heading back across the landing, checking her watch and entering Dylan’s room once more. The young boy was sat on the floor, GI Joe in hand and talking to himself as he was moving the action figure around in the air. “Come on Dylan, up.” She motioned for the boy to stand and when he did, she moved over to him, dropped down so she was at his level and tilted her head slightly. “Breath.” She ordered and when the young boy did, she sighed and shook her head. “In there, Mister.” She demanded, pointing towards the bathroom. “Make sure you actually use some toothpaste or Mummy will have to come and do it for you and she’ll use too much.”
Not satisfied, Brooke ushered the young boy from the bedroom and into the bright bathroom. Handing him the toothbrush, she squeezed some toothpaste out onto it and stepped back, letting her son groan at the amount. “Come on now, quickly.” She said, leaning on the wall to survey him as he reluctantly put the brush in his mouth and screwed his face up before pulling it back out. “Do you want me to come over there and brush them myself as well?” she asked; irritation in her voice. Dylan finally brushed his teeth and after showing Brooke, he was heading back into his room and climbing into his bed.
“Wasn’t so difficult was it?” Brooke commented before pulling her wand from her pockets and dimming the lights. With a swish at one of the books on the shelf, Brooke summoned it towards her and she sat herself on a stool by Dylan’s bed, pocketing the wand. “Tonight we have The Veela and the Goblin” she said before pulling the blue duvet up over Dylan only for him to kick it off again. “Suit yourself.” She muttered, allowing him to get himself comfortable. She’d begun to read and thankfully within about a page Dylan had dropped off. Smiling, Brooke had shut the book, returned it to the shelf and moved back over to Dylan. She pulled the covers back up over him and gave him a kiss on the forehead, smoothing his messy hair back. “Goodnight son.”
After a few flicks around the room, tidying it up, Brooke headed out, now remembering what she had to go back to. She’d not heard screaming yet so if she was lucky Frank hadn’t been too angry about the mess, or maybe he had thought it could have been the dog. However, thinking about trying to find a way of apologising, Brooke headed back into the room and had a quick look around for some cards. Not finding any however, she summoned a game of snakes and ladders towards her and headed out once more. So much for the poker.
Finally on her way down the stairs, Brooke arrived in the living room and she placed the game on the small table in front of the sofa. She then bent down and gave Ange a fuss, anything to hold off going into the kitchen where Frank would be, waiting. But after taking in a long breath, Brooke headed towards the kitchen and slowly opened the door, only to be shocked at the far nicer smell and a dim, candlelit room.
“The kids are asleep and Dylan wants to be toothless by the time he hits the age of 10.” She said quickly, her eyes falling on Frank. She then looked around and was somewhat shocked with the fact that the kitchen was now clean and looked normal. With the exception of… “If you didn’t like the curtains why didn’t you just say?”
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Post by Natasha on Dec 26, 2006 17:36:02 GMT -5
“The kids are asleep and Dylan wants to be toothless by the time he hits the age of 10.”
Turning around from his place of rest, Frank bit his lip as he stared at his wife. The door closed behind her, and he didn’t move just yet. “Yes… I’ll have to look into some different tasting toothpaste or something…” Perhaps something that appealed to children. “He was interested in the car toothbrush that I had found. Sadly it only kept him interested for a handful of brushings.” Rubbing his eyes, he rested against the counter.
“If you didn’t like the curtains why didn’t you just say?”
His body froze, and Frank tried to think through the many responses he could’ve said. Dropping his hand from his face, he frowned slightly at Brooke. “Because you got to them first, Brooklynn.” Pushing himself off from the counter, he motioned to the curtainless windows. “When did you think a good time to mention the burning down of our kitchen was?” Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared at his wife as if there was a reasonable answer.
“I mean, sure, leaving the dog in here to take the blame was lovely. He was a pain in the ass to clean off, too.” Tapping his fingers against his upper arm, he finally sighed and shook his head. His arms dropped and he moved closer to brooke. “I took care of it. I’ll see about getting the counter replaced in a few days.” Walking over to her, he wrapped her up in his arms before she could say anything, kissing her lips and then resting the side of his head against hers. “I’m sorry… I really am. Can we eat without arguing?”
Pulling away from the hug, he held her hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing it before walking backwards towards the stool. Pulling Brooke with him, gently, he pulled the stool out with his free hand and motioned to it. “Dinner is served… and the ribs at least came out. You didn’t do a horrible job, other than the curtains.” Offering a small smile, he squeezed her hand.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 26, 2006 18:08:21 GMT -5
“Yes… I’ll have to look into some different tasting toothpaste or something…He was interested in the car toothbrush that I had found. Sadly it only kept him interested for a handful of brushings.”
Sighing, Brooke nodded. “He just needs to be watched.” She said coldly, shutting the door behind her and leaning on it. “Can’t have him go without brushing them, as much as he is determined to.” She had already, like Frank, tried thinking of ways to get him to brush them without much difficulty, but she was yet to find any way other than standing over him while he did it reluctantly.
“Because you got to them first, Brooklynn. When did you think a good time to mention the burning down of our kitchen was?”
Now she was going to get it. Mouth open, Brooke looked as shocked and confused as she could. “Burning down…?” she muttered to herself as if completely clueless about what Frank was talking about. Frank would probably see straight through her as he knew her too well, but it was worth a try, if only to prevent more arguing. And after all, she’d never meant to set the curtains alight, as well as her apron that didn’t seem to be in sight. In fact, the whole mess had been one big accident.
“I mean, sure, leaving the dog in here to take the blame was lovely. He was a pain in the ass to clean off, too.”
The confused expression remained as Brooke looked down at the large dog that was sat by the back door. He was now clean and Brooke was only glad that he couldn’t talk. “I didn’t…” she continued looking dazed as she brushed some hair from her face, having pinned it up messily before Frank had come home. Frank was then sighing and moving over to Brooke while she stood still, staring at him, not seeming to be registering what was being said.
“I took care of it. I’ll see about getting the counter replaced in a few days.”
Closing her eyes when Frank hugged her, Brooke didn’t really pull him closer, she still had to act shocked. After all, she was supposed to have just found her kitchen burnt. Frank then kissed Brooke and she then stared blankly at him when he pulled away. He mentioned something about not arguing and Brooke nodded, happy to not be arguing with her husband any longer. And he didn’t seem too furious with the kitchen. Perhaps even if she actually apologised properly for earlier it would be better.
“Dinner is served… and the ribs at least came out. You didn’t do a horrible job, other than the curtains.”
Brooke nodded and sat herself down on the stool, turning to Frank. “Look darling, listen.” If Frank knew how difficult it was for Brooke to apologise for anything, he’d surely know just how much she meant it. “I was a bitch towards you earlier. A wife is supposed to be supporting and loving towards her husband and I was just telling you that me and the kids would be happy without you.” She squeezed his hand and looked down. “Biggest lie I’ve ever told. Well, with the exception of a certain gay guy…but, I shouldn’t have said those things.”
“It was just with what you said, then I said, and things just got worse.” It was truly like Brooke to spin all that instead of saying the two simple words. She couldn’t really bring herself to simply say ‘I’m sorry.’ It just didn’t come naturally. “I apologise for what I said and how I acted.” She grimaced slightly, even that was painful.
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Post by Natasha on Dec 26, 2006 18:36:08 GMT -5
“He just needs to be watched… Can’t have him go without brushing them, as much as he is determined to.”
Shrugging slightly, Frank knew all that. But they couldn’t watch him for the rest of his life; he had to learn at some point that he had to brush his teeth. Something to discuss later, though… Why talk about that right then? They had other things that needed discussed that, at the moment, were a little more important than watching their son brush his teeth. He wanted to shave all ready, but didn’t like brushing his teeth… so strange.
“Burning down…?”
Frowning at her, Frank wasn’t falling for that. “Brooklynn, you were the only one here, and you told me dinner was in here. Nice try.” Seriously, why was she even trying to lie to him? Didn’t she do that enough at work? Grunting, he shook his head. She couldn’t be trying to be serious. Closing his eyes, he rubbed them and shook his head once again. “Stop lying, please.” It got old.
“I didn’t…”
Slamming his hand down on the island, he glared at his wife. “Stop that! I was only saying how much of a pain he was to clean! Why can’t you admit it, Brooke?” Clenching his fist, he let it go and let his arm hang down at his side. He wasn’t going to argue about this. She wanted to lie, fine. “Whatever, some magical elf came in and did it instead. Fine.” Taking in a few deep breaths, he got over it and went to her.
Feeling her lack of caring in the hug, and then the blank stare after kissing her, he really wanted to just walk out of the house and go to his office to sleep on the couch. Why… did she have to do that? He was going to have a headache if he didn’t watch it. Right… the office couch wasn’t comfortable. Best to stay here and work with it. As she sat down, Frank moved to sit down as well, pulling the stool closer to hers.
“Look darling, listen.”
Having just picked up his glass of wine, he turned his eyes to look at her. He set it back down before giving her his entire undivided attention. He could enjoy it soon enough.
“I was a bitch towards you earlier. A wife is supposed to be supporting and loving towards her husband and I was just telling you that me and the kids would be happy without you… Biggest lie I’ve ever told. Well, with the exception of a certain gay guy…but, I shouldn’t have said those things.”
Glancing at her hand, he gently squeezed it back. Nodding slowly, his eyes moved back to hers. Well, it was nice to hear this after hearing her tell him earlier no one needed him and his stupid jokes. It had hurt a lot more than he had admitted, and the entire time he was picking up the children he had wondered if she was right, if they all were better off without him. He was glad she said it was a lie, at least.
“It was just with what you said, then I said, and things just got worse… I apologise for what I said and how I acted.”
He knew it was difficult for Brooke to apologize, and even though it would have been nice to hear, he had all ready made her say things she didn’t want to. Reaching up with his free hand, he gently caressed the side of her cheek, moving forward and kissing her lips softly. Parting her lips, he ran his tongue gently over their lips before kissing her and pulling back.
“Brooke, don’t worry about it. We both said things we didn’t mean. Thank you, though.” Smiling, he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb before kissing her lips softly once more. “Would you like to eat now?” Motioning to the food, he gave her a half smile. Letting go of her cheek, Frank moved that hand to pick up his wine, holding it up for a toast. “To a wonderful marriage?” Winking, he waited.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 26, 2006 19:22:24 GMT -5
“Stop that! I was only saying how much of a pain he was to clean! Why can’t you admit it, Brooke?”
She should have known not to try lying to Frank. It was as though he could perfectly read her most of the time. The thing that was irritating was the fact that she was normally a good liar. But it was obvious when Frank’s hand slammed down on the table that he was far from pleased with her. She’d winced slightly and not said anything in reply, really not fancying anymore shouting. Maybe it wasn’t worth her lying anymore.
“Whatever, some magical elf came in and did it instead. Fine.”
Brooke bit her lip and looked away, trying to keep a straight face, when really she was quite worried. “Believe what you want.” She muttered in reply, still looking away. If only her lies could be believed by Frank. Things would be so much easier. But she hadn’t put enough thought into this one so of course it wasn’t going to be believed. It was annoying that she was a top lawyer and she couldn’t have one of her lies believed by her own husband.
Frank had seemed to accept her apology for what she’d said earlier as he kissed her and Brooke could only kiss him back, thankful that the pure difficulty of her apology had paid off. Brooke loved how Frank could be angry one minute and calm the next. He was just good at calming himself down. She could have done with taking lessons from him.
“Brooke, don’t worry about it. We both said things we didn’t mean. Thank you, though. Would you like to eat now?”
Brooke nodded and pulled away from Frank. “You should be thankful. That nearly killed me.” Brooke admitted, laughing slightly as she watched Frank. He was used to her now and sometimes she did wonder why he bothered with her. She wasn’t exactly the easiest person to live with. After all, she had just set fire to their kitchen. “I will risk it.” She said in reply to his question about eating.
“To a wonderful marriage?”
Lifting her glass, Brooke smiled. “May it last until we’re old and wrinkled.” She tapped the top of her glass against Frank’s and brought if down to her lips before taking a sip. Savouring the taste in her mouth, Brooke put the glass down on the surface and swallowed the wine. “Not that the wrinkled part would be any different for you darling.” She laughed and leaned toward him, giving him a quick kiss before moving back to her own food.
“You feel adventurous enough to actually try that?” she motioned to the ribs and grimaced slightly, not really trusting her own cooking. Especially after what she’d just done. The salad however was edible enough and so she picked some of it up with her fork. “And about the kitchen?” she looked up at Frank. “It is going to be sorted by tomorrow. I swear.” She quickly stuffed the lettuce in her mouth, so she could say anything else.
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Post by Natasha on Dec 26, 2006 20:37:55 GMT -5
“Believe what you want.”
It was no use. She was going to keep denying it no matter that he knew she was lying. Fine. Shaking his head, he looked down. Seriously, he wasn’t that big of a dunce. If she wanted to act like he was, though, Frank would let her. It was annoying, though, like trying to scold a child. You had to work around the lies and find the truth. Weren’t they married?! So what if she burned the kitchen? Just saying she did it would’ve been enough. She was fine, no one was hurt, and only thing that seemed to suffer were material things that he could replace. So why was it such a big deal?
“You should be thankful. That nearly killed me… I will risk it.”
Smiling as she laughed, he reached over and squeezed her shoulder gently. Yes, he was thankful; Frank didn’t want to say much at the moment, but he did watch her when she said she would risk eating. “Well, it should be just fine. Hard to ruin ribs…” Glancing down at them, they looked good, especially after the extra roasting time he had given them. It smelled lovely as well. Licking his lips, he turned his gaze back to her face, as lovely as it was.
“May it last until we’re old and wrinkled.”
Raising an eyebrow at this, Frank kept his mouth shut as he could have had a few replies to that. He didn’t want to make her feel bad about herself, though; Brooke could be very vain about her appearance, even if he was just kidding. No, he was in the dog house all ready, no need to lengthen his sentence. After she tapped her glass with his, he took a long sip of the red wine, letting it leave his mouth slowly so he could enjoy it.
Yes, a wonderful, long and happy marriage. The few kinks along the way were expected and helped build their relationship if nothing else. If Frank had anything to do with it, the marriage would last long beyond them being old and wrinkled. He had no plans to marry someone else, and only wanted Brooke; it had been that way since he first laid eyes on her when she was at the lifeguard station. She had worn the swimming suit so well…
“Not that the wrinkled part would be any different for you darling.”
Laughing softly, he kissed her lips as they came to his. It was over too quickly, but he leaned on an elbow and watched her. “Mm… of course not. I’ve had wrinkles for ages, didn’t you know that? All my thinking causes it, so that’s not fair to add to the toast.” With an arm around the back of her chair, Frank glanced down at the food.
“You feel adventurous enough to actually try that?”
Laughing at her question, Frank pulled his arm back and picked one up, raising it to his lips. “Of course, I’m starving. I could eat the whole cow if it were here.” Taking a bite into it, he chewed thoughtfully and nodded slowly as Brooke tried the salad. Setting the ribs down, his fingertips covered in barbeque sauce, Frank picked up a napkin and wiped them off. “Mmm…” Swallowing his bite, he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “It’s edible.” Laughing he went back to his ribs and continued eating. They were good. Very hard to mess them up…
“And about the kitchen? It is going to be sorted by tomorrow. I swear.”
Nodding, he glanced at her while she chewed on the salad. “Okay, dear. It’s not that big of a deal, though. The most destructive part of it has been tossed away… Either you or I can pick out the next curtains that go up, but something without flowers, please.” That was one reason he hadn’t minded that the previous curtains had caught on fire… the less that anyone could salvage of them the better. Who thought that flowers and grapes were good to put on fabric that goes up in a kitchen?
The conversation throughout dinner was light, the music drowning out any words for any ears that might’ve been listening. Soon enough, they were finished with their meal, and Frank sent the dishes to clean themselves while he stood up and moved behind Brooke’s chair, resting his clean fingers on her shoulders. Gently kneading into them, he moved his lips down and gently kissed her ear. “Care to dance?” He wondered briefly if he was out of sleeping on the couch yet.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 27, 2006 10:30:49 GMT -5
“Of course, I’m starving. I could eat the whole cow if it were here.”
Rolling her eyes, Brooke rested her hand on Frank’s shoulder and looked at him with slight pity on her face. “You would have trouble, dear These ribs are pork.” She was struggling to keep the smile off her face as she found it quite funny. But Frank hadn’t tried them yet so at least so he would probably tell the difference when eating them. If he was daft enough to eat them. But he did dig into them and with him not suddenly collapsing on the floor, Brooke thought best to have some. She wasn’t much keen on them, but since she had been trying to make it up to Frank, she’d sacrificed her stomach for him.
“Okay, dear. It’s not that big of a deal, though. The most destructive part of it has been tossed away… Either you or I can pick out the next curtains that go up, but something without flowers, please.”
Brooke’s hand went up to wipe her mouth with a napkin and she nodded. “No flowers.” Her eyes then widened slightly and she grinned. “Perhaps we could go all out and get blinds. Now that would be extravagant.” She joked before taking another bite into the ribs before pulling them back and having some more wine. No, she certainly was not a lover of them. The taste certainly lingered in her mouth. Something she really didn’t like.
After having finished as much of the meal as she could bring herself to, Frank had sent the dishes off to clean and then he’d stood up and laid his hands on Brooke shoulders. As he massaged them gently Brooke closed her eyes and moaned softly. “Mmm…that’s so nice.” She loved it when Frank did that; it was calming and just made her feel better all over. When he kissed her ear, Brooke put her head back to look at him and she smiled.
“Care to dance?”
Brooke turned in her seat and stood up, facing Frank and wrapping her arms around his body, her waist pressing up against his. “I have got a slightly better idea.” She said, swaying her body slightly to the slow music. Reaching up to Frank’s ear, she whispered into it. “Do you know how to play poker?” sucking on his ear lobe slowly before dropping down, Brooke was once again playing with the base of Frank’s shirt. She wanted it off. Well she could wait for a small while. Until she beat him.
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Post by Natasha on Dec 28, 2006 2:07:57 GMT -5
“You would have trouble, dear. These ribs are pork.”
Biting his lower lip, he glanced at Brooke as she laid her hand on his shoulder. “Ah… right… well… I could… okay.” Blushing slightly, he laughed and shook his head. Brooke could be funny when she tried. “Thank you for the information, dear.” It still tasted just as good… Taking another bite, he glanced at Brooke was slightly surprised she was eating them as well. How sweet of her…
“No flowers… Perhaps we could go all out and get blinds. Now that would be extravagant.”
Laughing, Frank nodded, watching her also drink some of the wine. Quite interesting she was drinking so much of it. Perhaps he could do her a favor and pour her some vodka… “Oh, blinds, yes. That sounds absolutely divine.” Shaking his head, he took another bite of the ribs, smirking slightly as he chewed on the tender meat. “What about a dark red, to splash against the… the… what color is that again?”
Frowning as he pointed a finger at the light color walls, he knew it had a funny name, like eggwhite or cream or something. “And weren’t we going to repaint this room?” Glancing around it, he suddenly found he wanted to redo it all. Perhaps Brooke setting fire to the kitchen had been a good thing, in a roundabout way… Picking up his glass of wine, he enjoyed a few sips of it, before setting it back down. Yes, the kitchen could be redone easily enough.
“Mmm…that’s so nice.”
Smiling down at Brooke, listening to her moan, he pushed his thumbs a little harder and deeper into her muscles, feeling the tense areas under them starting to go away. If he worked it long enough, she wouldn’t be able to do anything later but sleep. Seeing her rest her head back, he smiled down at her, kissing her forehead softly. “You are so beautiful… but I told you that earlier, didn’t I?”
“I have got a slightly better idea.”
His eyes widened slightly as Brooke turned around and pressed her waist against his. Smiling, he looked down at her and moaned as she swayed her body. That was hitting the right spots. “Oh?” His eyes were stuck on her body, for the moment, and considered just making it to the bedroom before anything else came up.
“Do you know how to play poker?”
Moaning again as she sucked on his ear lobe, he leaned down a little farther, his body responding quite well to her touch. Then she moved away, and his eyes moved back to hers. Blinking slightly, he nodded, looking down at her hands playing with his shirt. “You… don’t… Haven’t we played before?” His hands moved down from her shoulders to her waist, holding on to it as he pushed against it, smiling. “Why?” Moving his lips to hers, he kissed them, parting them as his hands tugged slightly at her pants. Why in the world would they need to play poker right then? She could tell he was thinking of other things… His hands moved up under her shirt to grasp her hips gently, another moan escaping his lips before he pulled back from the kiss.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 28, 2006 12:53:33 GMT -5
“What about a dark red, to splash against the… the… what color is that again?”
Brooke laughed and shook her head. “That would be cameo silk, darling. Or something of that nature.” Yes, Frank had always seemed to never remember things like that. In fact, Brooke had been quite shocked she remembered it. She took another sip of her wine and savoured the taste. Very fruity, in fact, just right.
“And weren’t we going to repaint this room?”
Nodding and putting her fork down, Brooke smirked slightly. “Yeah, you said you wanted to redo the whole room though. I remember” she looked at Frank, keeping a straight face. “You said that you wanted a whole new, expensive kitchen. You didn’t want cheap and tacky.” Could he blame her for trying? The problem was that Frank probably new that once Brooke got started, the whole house would have been in for a change. When she got the chance to spend money, she violently grabbed it with both hands. She much remembered having just received her first pay check from the congress and since then there’d been no stopping her. It wasn’t as if her and Frank were struggling for money. Especially with the amount she earned.
“You are so beautiful… but I told you that earlier, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but you can never tell a lady that too many times.” Her usual mixed French and American accent faded as she tried to sound very English and posh. This however failed and she ended up only laughing at herself. “Especially when she moves on in years.” Brooke didn’t see herself as old, but she was growing older and the thought of waking up one morning to wrinkles, grey hair and a pair of denchers in a glass by her bed was terrifying her.
“You… don’t… Haven’t we played before?”
Frank was responding perfectly and Brooke just continued playing with the bottom of his shirt and swaying her hips as he moved his hands down to her waist. “Uh huh.” she grinned playfully and pressed up more against Frank’s body. “But remember what we used instead of chips?” she bit her lower lip and watched him, still moving slowly to the soft music in the background.
“Why?”
The kiss had taken her by surprise but Brooke moved into it, reaching up and pressing her lips against Frank’s. Her hands now ran up his back and she pulled him closer letting a gasp escape her lips when his hands slid up her shirt. Frank then pulled back from the kiss and Brooke dropped back down, her heels still catering for her added height. She tugged at Frank’s shirt slightly and smirked. “Because I couldn’t find any cards and where’s the fun in going straight to bed?” she whispered, her eyes searching Frank’s face. “So I brought something down with me.” Pulling away from Frank, Brooke moved her hands down his arms to his hands and backed out of the kitchen, kicking the door out of her way.
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Post by Natasha on Dec 29, 2006 1:32:11 GMT -5
“That would be cameo silk, darling. Or something of that nature.”
Hearing her laugh, Frank smirked and shook his head. “Ah… right.” Interesting that Brooke remembered. However, Frank knew he wouldn’t remember than name, and so he nodded. “Right, a cream of some sort…” Glancing at the walls, he finally picked up his wine and had another sip. Mm… it was good. He’d have to get another cup full…
“Yeah, you said you wanted to redo the whole room though. I remember… You said that you wanted a whole new, expensive kitchen. You didn’t want cheap and tacky.”
Laughing, Frank bit his lip and shook his head. “Right, I said that…” Brooke enjoyed spending money, and they had money to spend. Glancing around the kitchen, he shrugged. “Sure, a whole new kitchen.” Whether it would be ‘expensive’ or not so expensive was yet to be decided. “Of course I don’t want tacky… now if we could get something expensive for cheap, that would be nice too.”
Nodding as he glanced around, he supposed they could shell out the couple thousand for a new kitchen. They both made a fair amount of money, and Frank shelled away a good portion of it each paycheck into a savings account. So, they weren’t hurting for cash if they needed it. “Sure, Brooke, have your way with the kitchen.” He briefly wondered if she wanted to redo their bedroom, but kept his lips sealed. They had just recently gotten a new bedroom set.
“Yes, but you can never tell a lady that too many times… Especially when she moves on in years.”
Smiling at her attempt to sound different, Frank kissed her forehead again. “Well, this lady isn’t moving on in years… Just as beautiful as the first time I saw you.” Smiling softer, he thought back to the beach he had first saw her. “You know, that was the only reason we stayed at the beach, was so I could attempt to get you.” Bending over, he kissed her lips, gently, before pulling back. “Mm… but I think your kissing has gotten better with time.” Laughing he winked at her.
“Uh huh… But remember what we used instead of chips?”
Oh, his mouth was open and his eyes were only for Brooke. Nodding slowly, he couldn’t keep himself from wanting her right then. She was pressing up against his body, making him respond to it. Brooke was good at keeping his attention, or getting it. He knew what they had used before… but he wasn’t very good at poker, let alone strip poker. Swallowing, he tried to think of how to get out of it. “Ah… yes… but ah…” Right… Poker. He wasn’t the greatest poker player, and with his wife… he had a hard time bluffing.
Especially when her hands started wandering… Moaning against her gasp as her hands ran up his back, Frank pushed more against her, gripping her hips gently. Swallowing once more, his eyes were filled with more than just want. And she was tugging at his shirt again! Groaning, he went to give her another kiss but she started talking, so he started kissing her neck.
“Because I couldn’t find any cards and where’s the fun in going straight to bed?”
Frowning slightly, he pulled back and licked his lips. “But if you don’t have any cards… how are we going to play poker?” And there was plenty fun in going straight to bed. Smirking, he pushed against her. “And I could show you how much fun it is going straight… to bed…” Her eyes held him, and he waited.
“So I brought something down with me.”
Confusion lit his face, and he let out a groan as she moved away. “But… but you’re so soft, and warm. Come back.” Taking her hands in his, he tried to pull her back but she was heading to the door. Shaking his head, he followed, gently squeezing her hands as they went out. “Okay, then… what did you bring?” Glancing around, he frowned as the door swung shut behind them.
Pulling Brooke up against him, he wrapped one arm around her waist while pulling his wand out with the other, flicking it at the stereo. The soft music began once more, and after he tossed the wand aside, he took her free hand in his, gently swaying to the music. “What have you cooked up in that brilliant mind of yours?” Moving them side to side with mostly his hips, he pressed up against her more, letting her feel what she was doing to him. And making him live with. How mean.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 29, 2006 6:05:42 GMT -5
“Sure, Brooke, have your way with the kitchen.”
It was amazing just how quickly a large grin formed on Brooke’s lips as she looked at Frank with an expression of pure proudness for her most recent accomplishment. “I’m holding you to that. Want me to make out a contract? I’ve just learned the best charm to seal them so there is simply no getting out of it.” She looked quite menacing now as she leaned into Frank and her bright eyes widened more, focusing on him. “You’ll shrink dramatically, loose all your hair and turn a horrible shade of yellowy orange.” She looked like she was quite enjoying this thought. But the prospect of her husband like that was only worrying. “Best part is, you’ll be stuck like that.”
“Well, this lady isn’t moving on in years… Just as beautiful as the first time I saw you. You know, that was the only reason we stayed at the beach, was so I could attempt to get you.””
Brooke beamed back, “And the only reason I went out with the odd American that night was because I’d been let down only earlier that morning and I didn’t fancy being at home with my mother crying over whatever awful book she was reading.” Brooke hadn’t ever told Frank that but she found it quite funny. If it hadn’t of been for that arrogant git and his lame excuse of having to wash his car, she’d probably still be in France as a single mother with three children from different men.
“Mm… but I think your kissing has gotten better with time.”
Brooke laughed as he pulled away from the kiss. “Well, I’ve had a great teacher.” She replied quietly. Frank himself was a great kisser and what could his wife do but live up to that?
“But if you don’t have any cards… how are we going to play poker? And I could show you how much fun it is going straight… to bed…”
Frank was pushing more against her and Brooke could only smirk, yes, he didn’t really seem up to waiting. “But I can show you how much fun it is to not go straight to bed.” She slid her hands up under his shirt and gripped his waist. “Oh come on Mr Pratt. We can still go to bed.” She spoke slowly in a soft voice almost like a whisper. “Later.”
“What have you cooked up in that brilliant mind of yours?”
He was pressing up even more against her while Brooke simply licked her lips and shook her head. “Down boy...Aw, this is killing you, isn’t it?” and then Brooke reached up, softly kissing Frank’s lips. “Well, it’s one hell of a romantic game.” Brooke then looked up at the ceiling. “But maybe it’s not such a good idea, the kids are only upstairs.” She muttered, frowning slightly. She wasn’t sure about doing anything with them there. Why had she gotten Frank to bring them home?
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Post by Natasha on Dec 29, 2006 19:00:38 GMT -5
“I’m holding you to that. Want me to make out a contract? I’ve just learned the best charm to seal them so there is simply no getting out of it… You’ll shrink dramatically, loose all your hair and turn a horrible shade of yellowy orange… Best part is, you’ll be stuck like that.”
Shaking his head very firmly, Frank laughed and put his hands up. “No… no charm… And you wouldn’t want a bald yellowy orange husband in bed with you. Just… be reasonable with the kitchen please…” He could all ready feel that he was going to regret having given her the option. Rubbing the back of his head, though, he simply smirked. “No, you hold it to me and just do it… Make sure the fridge is nice and stainless steel though.”
Nodding at it, he turned his eyes back to his wife. “A nice, big fridge so I can put all our leftovers in there.” Chuckling, he reached a hand out and gently rested it on her knee. “And the numerous bottles of vodka and Champaign, of course.” He did put a lot of premade meals in the fridge if he had room, quick things to throw together for the kids if they were hungry… And their freezer was always packed with meats and vegetables and anything Frank might need when cooking dinner. They did spend a lot of time in the kitchen, so why not make it their own?
“And the only reason I went out with the odd American that night was because I’d been let down only earlier that morning and I didn’t fancy being at home with my mother crying over whatever awful book she was reading.”
Raising an eyebrow, Frank licked his lips. “Oh?” He hadn’t heard that version of it… “Odd American, is that right?” Shaking his head, he felt oddly jealous of the unknown guy that had let Brooke down. If he hadn’t, would Frank have had a chance? Pausing in his kneading, he thought over the events of their relationship. It truly was a miracle they were still together, after so many times they could have ended apart.
“Well, I’ve had a great teacher.”
Smiling down at her, he ran his fingertips gently along her face. He had expected her to make a smart remark or give him a little slap. “Mmm… a willing student always makes the job easier.” Kissing her lips again, he smirked against them. “We could move this elsewhere and I could show you a few other lessons…” She had shown him enough things over the years that he could come up with things to do with his lips…
“But I can show you how much fun it is to not go straight to bed… Oh come on Mr. Pratt. We can still go to bed… Later.”
Groaning softly, he gripped onto Brooke as she held on to him. Then she said they could still go to bed, and his ears perked up. His eyes hopeful, he nearly picked her up until she said ‘Later.’ She knew that voice always got him, and his moan in response could’ve been enough to knock her off her feet normally. Damn her and her idea of strip poker! “But… but…” He couldn’t think, and no good reason was coming to him. Shaking his head, he laughed softly and knew he had lost. “Fine… later…” Pulling her back against him, he didn’t have to stop that.
“Down boy…Aw, this is killing you, isn’t it?”
Laughing when she told him down, he nodded to answer her question. “You like doing that to me though…” Her lips touched his, and he pressed more against them before she started to talk again. No! Her lips were so soft…
“Well, it’s one hell of a romantic game… But maybe it’s not such a good idea, the kids are only upstairs.”
Glancing up at the ceiling with her, he smiled and turned back to face her. Kissing her lips, he pulled back. “Well, let’s play then, Mrs. Pratt… The kids are asleep, and if anything bad happens we can easily pull a robe on.” It wasn’t like they hadn’t done things like this before. True, as the children got older they would have to be more sneaky about the entire deal. But Ana would sleep most of, if not the entire, night, while Dylan rarely got out of bed. Once he fell asleep, he was a stone.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 29, 2006 19:46:17 GMT -5
“And the numerous bottles of vodka and Champaign, of course.”
Brooke quickly glanced down at his hand and put her hand on top, squeezing his. “We could save our one just for them. Most guys want their own alcohol fridge don’t they?” She shook her head slightly. “Most muggle guys. And you are not muggle so you will not be needing one. So out with the fridge I guess.” She frowned slightly, having just confused herself enormously.
“Odd American, is that right?”
She leaned her head back so she could look up at Frank from her sitting position. She smiled warmly and bit her lip. “I married the odd American didn’t I?” she’d have kissed him then but her was too far out of his reach so instead she laid her hands on his and she squeezed them. “And I am glad the arrogant roach thought he was too good for me. Can’t imagine why he did. But if he hadn’t been too stuck up his own arse, where would that have left us?”
“We could move this elsewhere and I could show you a few other lessons…”
Biting her lip, Brooke shook her head. “Always trying.” She laughed and pulled Frank closer to her. “Anyone would think you’re a deprived man.” Well he was far from, but he still made her laugh. Frank’s moaning was just what she wanted and Brooke nearly lost it herself, but she had to conquer this one and she just stayed taunting him with her voice. He did finally agree to the game and she smirked.
“You like doing that to me though…”
Brooke pulled back from the kiss and nodded slowly. “Love it.” She whispered in reply, running her hands up his shirt once more, before lowering them and gripping his belt, pulling him closer to her. Yes, she could work on his some more, taunting was too fun to give up on. Giving him a slow kiss on his lips, Brooke pulled away and put her finger to his lips. “Can’t deny me it, though.”
“Well, let’s play then, Mrs. Pratt… The kids are asleep, and if anything bad happens we can easily pull a robe on.”
The bright eyes widened before Brooke leaned back up into another kiss, not lasting long before she pulled away from Frank and went to sit down in her favourite spot on the couch, expecting Frank to sit opposite her. She glanced down at the small dog that was sleeping in his bed and she smiled before motioning to the brightly coloured box on the coffee table. “I hit a snake and I loose a piece of clothing. Of…my choice. I hit a ladder and you loose one of...my choice. And vice versa.” She said slowly, thinking up as she went along. She pulled the lid off the box and pulled the board out. Unfolding it, she looked up at Frank and smirked.
“Pick a colour, and prepare to get very cold.”
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Post by Natasha on Dec 29, 2006 20:27:30 GMT -5
“We could save our one just for them. Most guys want their own alcohol fridge don’t they? Most muggle guys. And you are not muggle so you will not be needing one. So out with the fridge I guess.”
Laughing, he shrugged. “Some people use an extra fridge just for alcohol, yes… We could do that.” Interested in how she worked it out, though, Frank merely shook his head. “We can keep it, it’s still a good fridge… I just want a bigger one.” That was one thing he didn’t mind shelling out for.
“I married the odd American didn’t I? And I am glad the arrogant roach thought he was too good for me. Can’t imagine why he did. But if he hadn’t been too stuck up for his own arse, where would that have left us?”
Rubbing her hand back after she squeezed it, he gave her a small smile. Yes, she had married him. “I am glad he thought he was too. Must’ve been a French idiot, yes?” Laughing, he winked at her. “Would’ve left me drowning in the sea, I’d imagine.” He was very happy with his life, and very happy with his wife. He loved Brooke, and couldn’t have asked for anything better. Bringing her hand up to his lips, he gently kissed it.
“Always trying… Anyone would think you’re a deprive man.”
Smirking, he nodded. “Oh, but poor me, I am… Look at you, making me this way and then leaving me to defend it myself.” Perhaps if he let his hands do the talking, he would get her to agree that their bedroom was the best place to go… “And of course I’m always trying. I love you, and I want you, and if I didn’t try, I’d be left out in the cold, right?” Holding her to him, he smiled and kissed her lips.
“Love it… Can’t deny me it, though.”
Moaning as her hands went up his shirt again, he looked down as she gripped his belt. Smirking, he knew she loved doing it to him. As her finger pressed on his lips, he kissed it and then sucked on the tip lightly. “I wouldn’t deny you it, Brooke… teasing is fun.” Kissing her finger again, he smiled at her.
But then she was moving away and sat on her spot on the couch. Glancing at the dog near her, he moved over to the couch and sat down next to her. Kissing her lips once again, he was thinking of just starting with her then and getting her out of her clothes. But then she was motioning to the box on the coffee table.
“I hit a snake and I loose a piece of clothing. Of…my choice. I hit a ladder and you loose one of...my choice. And vice versa.”
Nodding slowly, it made sense. So when he hit a snake, he chose to lose a piece of clothing, and when he got a ladder, she would lost a piece of clothing of his choice. Seemed fair. “All right.” Watching her pull the board out, he moved closer to Brook, putting an arm around her and pulling her body close to his. Kissing her ear, he gently sucked on her ear lobe.
“Pick a colour, and prepare to get very cold.”
Smirking as she told him to pick a color, he grabbed the red one and placed it at the start. “All right, I’m prepared to get you very cold, gotcha.” Nodding, he leaned back once again on the couch, smiling as he had chosen his wife’s favorite color. “So, you prepared to lose, dear?” He was comfortable even if he wanted to forget about the game and get on with the losing of the clothes.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Dec 30, 2006 6:13:18 GMT -5
“We can keep it, it’s still a good fridge… I just want a bigger one.”
Brooke laughed and shook her head. He sounded like a true man. Wanting a bigger everything. “So come Christmas you’re going to want a bigger house the way you’re going. Not just leave it at a fridge.” she said smirking slightly. Yes, that tended to be the way guys worked. But, maybe not this guy however.
“I am glad he thought he was too. Must’ve been a French idiot, yes?”
Letting out a laugh, Brooke shook her head. “I’d watch it if I were you.” She said after having stopped laughing. He had cheek and at least it did make her laugh, though she’d have hit him if she were in a better spot. But Frank probably didn’t mean in it an awful way. He probably just thought that the French man was an idiot. Not all French men. “You weren’t even drowning when I pulled you out, you big liar.”
“Oh, but poor me, I am… Look at you, making me this way and then leaving me to defend it myself.”
Frank’s hands were doing the talking instead of his mouth and Brooke let out a moan as she tilted her head back. Yes, he did obviously want to get her into bed, but she wasn’t going to give up so easily so instead, she pulled Frank closer. Her eyes moved down and she shook her head slowly. “You’ll deal with it.” She whispered, her eyes now moving up to Frank’s face.
“And of course I’m always trying. I love you, and I want you, and if I didn’t try, I’d be left out in the cold, right?”
Brooke had been about to say something before Frank kissed her lips and she parted his, kissing him before pulling back and smirking. “Right…or on the sofa.” Winking, Brooke pulled Frank closer and kissed him once more. He was right. At least he made her feel wanted, that was for sure.
“All right, I’m prepared to get you very cold, gotcha. So, you prepared to lose, dear?”
Brooke sent a glare towards Frank when he picked up the red before she bit her lip and picked up the blue counter. Fine, if he was going to be annoying, she was just going to ignore him….and perhaps set Ange on him later. “I am prepared to win. Not quite poker, but I have lady luck on my side.” She winked and put her counter on the one mark before picking up the dice and rolling it.
She however let out a sigh and moved her counter up two spaces, not quite hitting a ladder. Well this game could take a while.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 1, 2007 16:52:40 GMT -5
“So come Christmas you’re going to want a bigger house the way you’re going. Not just leave it at the fridge.”
Turning his head back to his wife, he laughed. “No, no… unless by Christmas you want to tell me some news that we need another room.” Smirking, he shook his head. “No, I thought I’d give you ideas for the kitchen, and one of those is a bigger fridge. Giving you the green light to spend on nice, expensive appliances, and you shoot it down.” Chuckling, he looked back at the fridge. No, he just wanted more space!
“I’d watch it if I were you… You weren’t even drowning when I pulled you out, you big liar.”
Laughing, he winked at her. Most French men he met had an air about them as if they were better than everyone else “I wasn’t, but you sure did save my life that day.” He could be corny and sweet when he wanted to be. Licking his lips, he glanced around the kitchen. “In fact… we could replay that first night together if you’d like. Go outside and do it, you know?”
He remembered what they had done after he had taken her out to dinner that evening. To say it made him coming back for more was, obviously, an understatement. It had been a nice vacation from work, and Frank had cherished every moment. Back at his base, he had been known to be the one to go out drinking with, but don’t pick up chicks with. Frank couldn’t use a girl like most of his friends would… it just wasn’t right, in his mind. Brooke had been a nice change to the few women he had been with in Europe.
“You’ll deal with it.”
His heart leaped when she reacted to his hands. Biting his lower lip, he moaned with her, though not as loudly, just watching her. Swallowing, he smiled as she pulled him closer. Shaking his head as she ‘told him,’ Frank kissed her lips. “I could deal with it, if you’d let me.” Attempting one last time to woo her over with his amazing handy work, he wondered if it would work; probably not, but at least he could enjoy her reaction once more.
“Right…or on the sofa.”
Laughing, he kissed her lips before pulling back. “So how come I can’t use the whole ‘sofa’ punishment on you? It’s always me who sleeps on the couch.” Running his fingertips through her hair, he offered her a pleasant smile and another kiss on the lips. Gripping the back of her head gently, Frank parted her lips and ran his tongue along them before pulling back to hear her answer.
“I am prepared to win. Not quite poker, but I have lady luck on my side.”
Avoiding Brooke’s glance for a reason as he chose red, he couldn’t keep the smirk off his lips. “Of course you do, Brooklynn. Lady luck is here to shine for you.” Scratching the back of his head, one arm still around her waist, he kissed her cheek before picking up the dice and throwing them. Glancing at the numbers, he quickly moved his red piece forward, not realizing until he was there that he had hit a ladder. Jumping in slight surprise, he glanced at his game board. “Brooke! Hey, look! I got a ladder!” Laughing, he nudged her. “Shirt!” He was not going to waste time.
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