Week Six: Saturday, May 11th, 2007
Who: Frankie (and Flint aka Caylem maybe, otherwise it's a narrative) When: Saturday evening while the Spring Fling is going on Where: Kitchens
Frustration... party of one! Yep, that was Frankie in a nutshell. She'd talked to Clove earlier in the evening, and she was missing him more than ever! She understood that he needed to be home with his family, and considering that his family seemed very keen on him dating her, well, she was perfectly happy to have him stay there a bit longer to hear about how great it was that he was dating a kick ass girl like Frankie. Still, she missed him. And it wasn't just the kissing and all that, she missed goofing off with him too. He was so much fun to be around. Who else could she steal bacon from? And who else would argue with her only to tell her what an idiot she was being a second later and convince her that she could put her lips to better use by molesting his mouth? Guh... he had such a great mouth too. It was so sexy when he talked, but it was even hotter when he didn't. DAMMIT!
She whipped the mousse harder, taking out her frustrations on her latest creation. Frankie had spent A LOT of time in the kitchen since Clove left. Being around the heat of the stove was comforting, and working on delicious tasting treats kept her mouth and hands busy. She had been this way for years, and it was probably the reason for Frankie being such a good cook. When she was stressed, she ran to the kitchen. It was actually rare for her to eat many of her creations, she tended to give them away, loving to see and hear the reaction they got from satisfied mouths. However, in the past week, she'd probably tasted one too many of the desserts she'd whipped up. Oops! Good thing she was a ball of energy, or she might have put on some weight. But, flying more lately, and continuing her twice daily runs, ensured she kept off the pounds. So, she could afford a little nibble or two here and there.
In fact, the mousse looked fantastic, so she dipped her index finger into it for a taste. The second the fluffy, smooth chocolate touched her tongue, her eyes closed and she gave a little whimpering moan. "Fuck me... that's good.." she whispered to herself, her hand leaving her mouth and moving to push some stray hair back out of her face. She'd definitely be making this for Clove when he returned.