Stepfor Wife (Bruce/Effie log)
Effie hummed as she pulled the pie out of the oven, setting it aside to let it cool before putting in the roast chicken, her skirt swirling around her legs as she moved. She looked like a throwback to the ‘ideal’ of the forties, the perfect little house wife every man dreamt of, even then.
At least until she started cursing as she burnt her finger.
Sucking on the wound, she hip-checked the door closed, before turning back to her pie, inhaling the berry sent and turning her focus on the homemade whipped cream. Damon had left a few hours ago, and Effie set out to make her husband(!) a good dinner for when he finished in the lab, dancing around to the pop sounds coming over the radio.
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Dear God. That smell.
It was enough to draw anyone with any measure of sense from whatever rock they were living beneath, which was exactly the effect it had on the scientist. Unable to deny his senses, Bruce almost knocked over his stool as he rose to follow his nose, heading out of the lab. Despite them being on different floors, that smell travelled.
Bruce wondered if Jarvis secretly captured it and was making it pour through the vents in order to get the petite scientist out of the lab. Anyway, Bruce was hooked.
After an inquiry as to where the heavenly scent was coming from, Bruce found himself standing in the kitchen area where his wife currently was.
"What is that smell?" Bruce inquired gently, trying to keep his salivating to a minimum as he approached her. "It's pretty terrific."
When he reached Effie, he stepped up behind her to peer over her shoulder at what she was doing, arms sliding around her gently. Being with her was Heaven in itself and Bruce couldn't have asked for anything better than that. He was lucky. Most couldn't say they had the fortune he had, even despite the drawbacks of her past and lifestyle. He wouldn't have traded any of it.
He loved her as much then as he did when he first saw her. Maybe it was a little mushy, but he couldn't help it. She was his dream wife, and no matter what she would always be perfect.
( Stepford Wife )
At least until she started cursing as she burnt her finger.
Sucking on the wound, she hip-checked the door closed, before turning back to her pie, inhaling the berry sent and turning her focus on the homemade whipped cream. Damon had left a few hours ago, and Effie set out to make her husband(!) a good dinner for when he finished in the lab, dancing around to the pop sounds coming over the radio.
--
Dear God. That smell.
It was enough to draw anyone with any measure of sense from whatever rock they were living beneath, which was exactly the effect it had on the scientist. Unable to deny his senses, Bruce almost knocked over his stool as he rose to follow his nose, heading out of the lab. Despite them being on different floors, that smell travelled.
Bruce wondered if Jarvis secretly captured it and was making it pour through the vents in order to get the petite scientist out of the lab. Anyway, Bruce was hooked.
After an inquiry as to where the heavenly scent was coming from, Bruce found himself standing in the kitchen area where his wife currently was.
"What is that smell?" Bruce inquired gently, trying to keep his salivating to a minimum as he approached her. "It's pretty terrific."
When he reached Effie, he stepped up behind her to peer over her shoulder at what she was doing, arms sliding around her gently. Being with her was Heaven in itself and Bruce couldn't have asked for anything better than that. He was lucky. Most couldn't say they had the fortune he had, even despite the drawbacks of her past and lifestyle. He wouldn't have traded any of it.
He loved her as much then as he did when he first saw her. Maybe it was a little mushy, but he couldn't help it. She was his dream wife, and no matter what she would always be perfect.
( Stepford Wife )