Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-02 14:06:00 |
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Current location: | Frank and Remmie's Home |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | fransisco ortiz, ~remmie ortiz |
Oh Dear...
Who: Remmie and Frank
Where: The Beach House
When: Monday Evening, January 31
Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, Remmie was in the kitchen humming softly along to the current song playing on the radio. The teen knew Frank would be, hoped in fact, home very soon and she wanted to surprise him with dinner. Granted it was going to be quite the simple fare as Remmie hadn't the culinary talent the doctor possessed. The mergirl had cooking grilled cheese sandwiches down to a science, or at least to where she wasn't burning them to almost a crisp. The table had been set for two with a bowl of salad in the center of the table. The salad she hadn't made, but personally bought from the grocer and just transferred it from its plastic container into a bowl at the start of her cooking up a couple grilled cheese sandwiches. And while she would have her usual water with dinner, Remmie sometimes, actually, most of the time drank like a fish, the teen wasn't quite sure what Frank would be wanting to drink that night so she was waiting til he arrived home before setting anything out for the man.
When Frank walked through the door after having a long day at work (then again, when were twelve hour work days *not* long), he could immediately smell the grilled cheeses cooking in the kitchen. Pleased that he also wasn't smelling burned food, he walked in and smiled when he saw Remmie putting together a dinner for them. "Remmie, thank you for cooking dinner," he said, walking over and giving her a slight hug. "What's the occasion?" Not that there had to be one, but he was curious.
"Frank!" The teen practically beamed when she turned at the sound of the voice and saw her guardian walking toward her. "Welcome home." The girl said happily while returning his hug. "I am that obvious?" She inquired with a sheepish style smile once Frank released her from the hug. She didn't take to cooking dinner all that often so Remmie wasn't really surprised that the man guessed there was an ulterior motive behind her doing so that night.
"Not too badly. I'm just a good guesser," he pointed out to her. She really didn't cook that often, but he didn't want to tease her too badly. "So, what is the occasion?"
"Valentine's Day." The teen replied with a smile turning back to the stove. Scooping the sandwich out of the pan, Remmie set it on the plate with the other three, and then quickly turned the burner off. "Are you hunger?" Asking politely as she moved to the table to set the plate of sandwiches down near the salad. "And I wasn't sure what you would be wanting to drink with dinner. So I waited before putting out a drink for you."
"Valentine's Day?" Well, now he understood why parents feared their children dating, didn't he? Or he would soon enough. "I am hungry, and water's fine with me." He had actually been drinking a lot more of it since taking Remmie in. Not that it was a bad thing. "What do you want to know about Valentine's Day?"
"If a woman wanted to do something special for you on that day, what would be the thing you like best for her to do for you." Remmie talked as she moved to get Frank some water to go with his dinner. "The television says women like jewelry and chocolate, but doesn't let anyone know what men, or boys, like getting from girls." Well, Remmie did know one thing Donovan liked, and that was "getting lucky" with her, but the teen wanted to give him something more then that for Valentine's Day.
He tilted his head at her for a second, lost in thought. "What would I want?" he muttered to himself. It had been so long since he dated anyone (his job sort of completely ATE his social life), that he really wasn't sure. "I'd personally be happy with spending the day with my girlfriend uninterrupted, but that's me." He smiled slightly. "Some guys enjoy a home cooked meal." Although she might want to look up a more complicated recipe than grilled cheese for that. "What sort of hobbies does this boy have?"
"So you would want to get lucky with a girlfriend on Valentine's Day." Remmie asked innocently enough as she took a seat at the table. "Donovan plays football." Though Remmie was a bit unsure if that was a hobby that Donovan had. From what she had learned it was more a sport then a hobby.
He had taken out a bottle of water and taken a sip when she said that, and nearly choked on it. He ended up having to take a few deep breaths before he could talk again. "Get lucky?" he asked. "Um...maybe? I wouldn't want her to feel pressured into it, though." Ugh, this talk.
Concern creased her features when Frank started coughing after taking a swig from his bottle of water. "Does the water taste bad?" Not that she thought water could have a bad taste if it came in a plastic bottle. Remmie wasn't quite connecting what she had asked to Frank's almost choking on his water. "But that is what men like getting the most on Valentine's Day?" In the mergirl's mind that had already been a given as she liked getting lucky with Donovan as much as he liked doing it with her.
"The water's fine. You just caught me off guard," Frank said, taking another breath to calm himself down. "Well, men like getting that, yes, but they prefer to get it willingly. Just...don't do it simply because it's a special day and you feel obligated. Do it because you want to." Not a fun conversation to have.
"So, dinner and sex are what human males like getting most on Valentine's Day." She asked casually just for clarification for herself. Reaching for one of the sandwiches, Remmie nibbled on it while awaiting a response from Frank. With the sex part, Remmie would be readily accommodating, it was the dinner part she'd felt she probably would have a problem with. The holiday was still days away so maybe she could experiment on Frank with making a proper dinner that consisted of more then grilled cheese sandwiches.
God, it was so awkward to talk about this. "I suppose, yeah," Frank admitted. "If you're worried about the cooking part, then the two of you can always go out to eat. I suggest making reservations in advance, though. Restaurants tend to book up quickly around this time."
"I think I would like to try and cook dinner for Donovan myself." The teen told him. It might have disastrous results, but Remmie was wanting to at least try. "Can I do it here?" Remmie asked after taking a drink of her water.
He nodded. He actually had to work that night, so it was fine with him. "Just...keep the sex to your own bed, OK?" he requested. He'd rather not find used condoms in his bed, thanks.
"Yes, Frank." Remmie agreeing to his request with a smile. And really it hadn't ever occurred to the teen to have sex with Donovan any place other then her own bedroom. "Thank you, Frank." She added with her smile seeming to brighten a bit more, and if they weren't in the middle of dinner Remmie very well could have rushed the man to give him quite the hug. He was the best human she had ever met, and Remmie loved living with him while she stayed among the humans.