Who: Candy Quackenbush and Eliot Spencer. What: Cleaning up the house. When: Monday morning, while the girls are still with grandpa Nathan. Where: Eliot's ranch. Warnings: Very muchly.
Candy and Eliot had dropped the girls off at Nathan's, and they'd driven around on his motorcycle for a while. She was surprised by how addictive she found the speed, the rush, and was excited at the prospect of having a bike of her own. She held onto Eliot's waist, and enjoyed the speed and the adrenaline.
She wasn't surprised when he turned to her and asked her for some time alone. She knew he needed it; his family was important to him, and he'd been upset about Parker before they left. They were parked at a gas station, and she just kissed him on the cheek, sending him off along the road before going to make her glyph. She did the summoning dance behind the main building of the gas station, sitting and having a soda while she watched the light solidify into the craft. She lifted the door and climbed in, flying back to the ranch. She'd come to think of it as home already in the short time she'd spent there, and hoped that it wasn't a trust misspent. She stripped out of her clothes and deposited them into the hamper as usual, and crawled into Eliot's bed to sleep.
In the morning when she woke up to her alarm, she stretched and took a shower, drying her hair before grinning impishly. She hoped Eliot would come home that day, or she'd feel somewhat foolish for what she had planned, but she wanted to do something to cheer him up. It was something they often joked about, the difference between their ages, especially since they were - well, Candy didn't know what they were, but it was an intimacy beyond just sex, at least for her. She kept that in mind as she parted her hair in the middle, forming two pigtails, braiding them and securing them with black elastic bands. Moving to her closet, she pulled out her formal school uniform. Taunton hadn't had a dress code, the school she'd gone to before that had been very rigid, like many British schools. She wiggled into the black and red plaid skirt and white button-down shirt, chuckling a little to herself. She tied off the white shirt so it showed a bit of midriff before putting on white kneesocks and black shoes with a low heel.
Moving downstairs, she chuckled a little at herself, glad for the mundane housework she had planned. It would keep her heart from thudding out of her chest. Making coffee and bringing in the paper had her a bit more calm already.