Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

From Mr. Stevenson's point of view, the scene before him was jarring and beautiful all at the same time. Jarring in the sense that his brain new objectively what he was looking at. His daughter's best friend in her bra not in the voyeurish kind of way as if he found some compromising photos while snooping through her phone, or if he had snuck a peek at her changing through the slat in the door, but a voluntary disrobing of her clothing by him. Beautiful in the sense that the soft, fair skin of her almost-bare back paired amazingly well with the light green hue and lace of the fancy lingerie. Something he hadn't seen the likes of in his home as his daughter and wife always sought after simpler clothes. The kind of femininity he'd so long desired to see on his wife he now saw, albeit only partially, across the graceful back of a teenager. In addition, the bright pink of her skin, although painful, made her freckles light up and played nicely off of her hair. He felt his mouth go dry and he swallowed. He was about to start applying the lotion again when he heard her protest. His eyes widened as she reached behind to unhook the bra. 'Oh my god.' He thought to himself. 'Don't stare. Don't stare. It'd be creepy..' he couldn't help it. His eyes fixated on the way the clasp came loose, the way the straps fell over her arms. The sound of the fabric as it separated from hidden bosoms. All of it was otherworldly to his senses. Never had he imagined he'd find himself here, in this situation, with her and not to mention that, up to this point, it was all coming from a place of innocence. He heard her apologies and he smiled warmly, watching her reflection now instead of her undressing. OH, don't worry about it sweetheart. It's fine. I promise. His words fell off as he saw the front of the bra cups. He had only guessed at how opposite it would be to the drab sports bras and flesh colored underwear of the other women in his life - but he didn't imagine it to be so 'her.' He tried not to look at it, but as he applied the rest of the aloe to her back and shoulders, he glanced at it a time or two when he imagined he wasn't looking. Soon, he was done, the red heads glistening shoulders covered in a thin layer of aloe. He stepped back You're welcome, Brooke. I'm sorry you got all burned up. He was holding his hands out, palms still damp with blue fluid as she explained where she was headed. I'll get you a glass of water. He waited till she was in the bathroom and started toward the damp towel to wash his hands but stopped. It was impeded by the green bra that had been on her less than a minute before. He bit his lower lip. If he picked it up to move it, that would be considered.. normal.. right? He used the very tips of his forefinger and thumb on one hand and moved it out of the way, wiping his hands off on the towel. Something about feeling the weight of the piece intrigued him though. He glanced back at the bathroom door, and after drying his hands off on his jeans again, he picked up the bra with both hands this time. Running his thumb over the fabric. It was still warm from being tight against her chest. 'If I could only get Claire to... how is it that a teen has sexier underwear than..' He sighed, setting the bra back down and picking up the wet towel to throw it in the wash. He felt frustrated. Frustrated at the fact that he now knew Brooke out-dressed his wife underneath her clothing. He left and got a tall glass of ice water from the kitchen, as well as a cloth he wetted in cool water and rang out. He returned to Sam's room to find Brooke laying down in the large shirt, trying to nap. He set the glass down on the nightstand quietly and the cool cloth on her forehead gently. He wasn't sure if she was asleep yet, but did his best not to wake her. He busied himself for the next few hours by finishing more chores around the house and writing some emails for work. He wrote a quick note on the counter, explaining that he was heading to pick up Sam from practice and would be back soon, just in case she woke up while he was gone. Hey Dad! Sam said, obviously winded from her practice, looking in the backseat with a questioned look on her face Where's Brookie? Hi, Honey. He said kindly. Brooke got a nasty sunburn so she's sleeping it off at home. She was still asleep when I left. So DON'T jump on her when you get back home! I know how roughly you two like to wake eachother. Oh, bummer. she said with a frown. I was looking forward to the mall trip. Sucks that she got burned. What was she doing outside for so long? He smirked She was bugging me while I was cleaning out the shed. Sam rolled her eyes What a weirdo. Soon they were back home and Sam walked quietly into her room, sitting on the edge of the bed. She saw the cool rag and noted it as a signature 'dad' move. He was always good about little details like that. Hey Brookie. She said gently. How ya feeling? She asked, moving a strand of red hair away from her face.