Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

RE You Again? Mike rolled his eyes when she started listing off all of the things she said she'd do if he didn't let her in, breaking into a goodnatured chuckle when she got to the end. You're gonna be the death of me, Brooke Srednicki. He said, pronouncing her Eastern European Hebrew name perfectly. I think I aged 10 years just hearing that! Get in here before you ruin your life. He couldn't help but eye the petite redhead up and down for a moment as she stood there with her duffel and rolling bag. She had really grown into quite the beauty, and he felt he could say and think that without getting into trouble. While there were times when being an assistant principal was a test of one's self-control, Being surrounded by teen girls all day, some of them dressing in things he'd never in a million years let Samantha wear - it was enough to make lesser men throw caution to the wind and do things that'd get them arrested a hundred times over. He'd practiced so hard at maintaining eye contact and stuffing down impure thoughts, that he felt he could objectively look at the beautiful young lady standing in front of him and not struggle at all. You could say he'd become an expert at resisting primal urges. She brushed by him and a shiver ran up his side from the spot where she made contact. Must be the breeze. he thought to himself.. Expert . He shut the door behind her and took her bags from her setting them off to the side. Yeah, she's still asleep. He answered, and before he knew it, Brooke was offering to help him with the laundry. Of course you can help. He said with a smile. He loved that about Brooke - always being a helping hand around the house. The complete opposite of his wife and daughter. He always thought that she'd make an incredible wife one day to any boy from Temple who wanted her. Of course, you're going to have to do more chores than that if you want to earn your keep this summer. I ain't puttin you up for free! He could never let the moment go without a joke with her. Perhaps it was that his wife was so ill-tempered never being one to play around. Or perhaps it's that Sam was so intense all the time, but he felt more like himself around Brooke, more relaxed. More free to make jokes and tease and he loved how she could tease him right back. Soon they were in the laundry room and Mike's self control was put to the test once more as she bent over in front of him, bumping into the front of his black shorts. He cleared his throat, and strained his neck to look out the window, dodging her tight frame with his gaze. Expert . As they began to fold, she pulled out Sam's bra and he wrinkled his nose a bit. Even though he lived in a house of all women, he'd left the underwear buying up to Claire and Sam. That's one thing he just never felt right buying for his daughter. Truth be told, this was because of his relationship with women's underwear if there was such a thing as a 'fetish' to Mr. Stevenson, it was lacey, brightly colored, beautifully made lingerie, and the thought of him buying anything of the sort for Sam made him cringe a bit. He'd try buying things like that for Claire over the course of their marriage, but she'd always ask him how much he spent and then insist he return it. She was all-business, much like Sam, and didn't think stuff like that was 'needed' in the bedroom. This left the Stevenson family with what Brooke and Mike were going through right now a laundry basket full of full-backed underwear in neutral colors. The brightest ones in there were in-fact Mr Stevensons slim fitting boxer briefs. He pulled out a handful and began folding them, smirking as Brooke went on her tirade against his daughter's unmentionables. Fine.. I'll take you girls to the mall. No way you're getting my car and my credit card! He joked, nudging her with his elbow. But good luck getting Sam to spend a whole lot on this stuff. he paused She's like her mom in that regard. Really practical. he felt it inappropriate to go into much more detail than that with the teen in this conversation. Soon, the laundry was folded and he took his and his wife's piles into his bedroom, turning around Go take Sam's pile to her and wake her up. I'll make you all some pancakes. Soon his laundry was put up and he was able to nudge Claire awake. He went into the kitchen and whipped up his famous recipe of chocolate pancakes, waiting on Claire and Sam to get ready and come to the kitchen - he figured Brooke would just wait on them to come down, even though he knew she was more like him - up and at 'em and ready to eat early! Soon they were all back in the kitchen and he leaned against the kitchen counter, surveying his ladies scarfing down their breakfast. He had a satisfied smile on his face. Claire piped up Hey Sammy, I've got to go back to the office, so I'll swing you by camp on the way and your dad can pick you up after, ok? Alright mom. Sam said, already in her soccer gear. Again? Mike replied, the disappointment in his voice unable to be hidden by his normally cheery attitude. A.. Alright. He said, before Claire would have a chance to retort with something snide. Brooke and I will do some yard work. he teased, knowing that of all the things Brooke was good at, manual labor wasn't her strong suit. When we pick you up from camp, we can go to the mall. Brooke said you needed some stuff.