viva_vegas_grls (viva_vegas_grls) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-10-04 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | bronte bale-kellerman, grant kellerman |
I pledged my undying love! I think that entitles me to a little nookie now and then
Who: Bronte and Grant
Where: Kellerman Residence
When: Monday Evening - October 4th
With Brenna out for the evening Bronte had taken charge and prepared a little romantic dinner for two. The dining room table had been set with two place settings of the good china, each with a wine glass. The light had been dimmed to a low glow to give the room a more romantic feel as Bronte put the finishing touch on the meal she'd spent hours preparing in the kitchen. Hopefully Grant would make it home at his usual time and not be late and thus chance ruining Bronte's whole evening.
Maybe it was the whole 'being-engaged' thing, but Grant was actually showing more emotional maturity lately. Sure, he still loved to be silly and sweetly annoy Bronte, but now he put her happiness at the forefront. Coming in from a long day at his new office, he set his briefcase on the kitchen counter, plopping a CD jewel case down on the table and reaching up to take off his tie and unbutton the top of his shirt.
Grant was welcomed into the kitchen by the aromas of the dinner Bronte had prepared. A meal that would consist of Filet Mignon with Mushroom, Garlic Roasted Asparagus and mashed potatoes. And just as he worked on removing his tie Bronte stepped back into the kitchen wearing an apron over the little black dress she wore. Knowing there wouldn't be time enough after he came home to change, Bronte had wisely showered and dress for the evening before hand.
"I had expected you to be a few more minutes." The blond smiled stepping over to her fiance' to welcome him home with a little peck to the cheek.
"Yeah, well..." He raised a comically lecherous brow when he saw what she was wearing. "Bella stopped by with a demo she wanted me to hear, and I decided to call it a day as soon as I was done. I missed my girls." Aw...
"Well," stepping a bit closer Bronte draped her arms around the man's neck to give him a proper welcome home kiss, "why don't you go and wash up while I get dinner on the table. And Brenna's not home." The blond added when she stepped away and over to the stove.
"Have I mentioned how hot I find it when you get the urge to go all Suzie Homemaker? Seriously. Add a French Maid outfit to the mix and you're pretty much living out one of my favorite dreams..." Grant, sometimes, just LOVED to talk. Clearly. Still, he started cleaning up even as he spoke...
"Upstairs with you." Bronte almost demanded of her man with hands set to his shoulders once she stepped behind him to get Grant moving in the right direction. The kitchen wasn't exactly the ideal place for a person to wash up in the mind of the blond, especially with dinner just about ready to serve.
"Fine, fine..." He grumbled, not unlike a child. He listened though, and a few minutes later he came back downstairs in dressy jeans, a black Polo shirt, and his hands and face freshly scrubbed. "Alllllright. So. Care to inspect me before I sit down, my dear?" He asked with true amusement in his voice.
Bronte left her apron in the kitchen, and while Grant had grumbled his way upstairs to clean up she started bringing in the food to the dining room. And once the meal had been set onto the table, Bronte filled each of their glasses halfway with red wine. "I don't think that will be necessary." She smiled softly to him setting the bottle of wine down when Granted entered the room.
"Oh, look at all this. Home-cooked gourmet food, fine wine, a sexy-as-hell woman... is this heaven?" He asked, for a moment looking genuinely concerned. "Did I die and nobody bothered to tell me?" He took a sip of the wine then, and grinned. "No... defininitely alive. No wine this sinfully good could be in heaven..."
"Your trip to heaven comes later." Bronte whispered almost seductively in his ear when she moved momentarily behind him. The blond then took her seat at the table and had a sip of wine while keeping her eyes fixed to her her fiance' with soft, radiate smile.
".....holy CRAP." he blurted out, kind of completely unaccustomed to seeing Bronte acting so... seductive. Usually? She was like a damn terminator, even when letting her guard down! Maybe being an engaged woman was having a calming effect on her as well, hm? "You know, you keep being all Super!Sexy, and I might not be able to wait long enough to ENJOY the meal you worked so hard on..."
"You'd rather just skip to the champagne and strawberries I brought for dessert?" She inquired trying to keep her slight amusement at his reaction from showing.
"You. Bronte Bale. You are just an evil, diabolical tease of a woman. You know that, right?" He asked with a rather pleasant tone, smiling sweetly. "Anyway. Bring on the meal. And tell me how your day was. Because mine? Was interesting."
The blond just smiled ever so sweetly to her man then. "Why don't you start with the interesting day you had, cause mine was anything but." Bronte told him holding a hand out for his plate to be filled with the delicious meal she fixed for them both.
He handed her his plate gratefully as he began. "Well... most of it was spent looking into a potential new act. Around lunchtime, Bella came to see me. Said she met someone who could really be a potential star. And gave me a CD to listen to. These guys are REALLY good, Bronte. So I spent all day digging up any info I could on them."
"Nothing negative I hope." Bronte commented piling equal parts of the Filet Mignon with Mushroom, Garlic Roasted Asparagus and mashed potatoes onto his plate. The way Grant was praising the band anything negative about them could only be detrimental to their success.
"No... nothing negative... just interesting. Turns out the singer is another werewolf. Full-blood, like your family. From a Russian family that mostly vanished a few years ago." So he didn't know the WHOLE story, but hey, having some underground contacts DID help.
Now that immediately caught Bronte's undivided attention. "What's his name?" The blond inquired passing Grant's plate back over to him. There was a chance she wouldn't recognize the name, but there was more of a chance that she would. Especially upon hearing he was a full blood and not a mongrel(bitten were).
"Well, he goes by Chris Stryker out here, but from the intel I got, his real name is Christopher Stakhanova, and his family is from Moscow." He said casually, like it was no big deal (had his life really become THIS entrenched in the supernatural?), and dug into his food, groaning pleasantly. "GodDAMN this is good, babe..."
"The name's not ringing any bells." Bronte said almost sounding disappointed by the fact. It would've been nice to have another of her kind in the city to befriend seeing a good majority of her family were back in Los Angeles. "Just don't over-stuff yourself. Need to save a little bit of room for dessert." Bronte found herself reminding Grant with a playful smile as she filled some of the food onto her own plate.
"When I contact him, I'll see about having him meet up with you. Maybe he'd feel more comfortable around someone like himself." He ate a bit more of the food, looking to Bronte with his jaw gaping a bit. "How the HELL did you learn to cook like this?!? Your brothers couldn't make toast if they teamed up on it. This is amazing..."
"My brothers, like most men," yes, Bronte was clumping the majority of males together here, "are culinary challenged. They can't boil water without burning the pot." She opined to her house-mate and fiance'. "Besides, I need to have something I'm good at to keep you coming home every night." The blond added with a straight face.
"Oh, I can think of QUITE a few other talents of yours that keep me coming back." He said, laughing with an almost-blush. "And as I think of those talents, I'm once again back to wanting to forgo everything else and carry you upstairs..."
"Finish your dinner, Kellerman." Bronte told him with a curving of a smile along her lips. Once they had both finished eating, Bronte stood up and started clearing off the table.
"Feel like letting the dishes sit for a while, love?" He asked, arching one brow in a manner that was charming, lusty... and fittingly for him, kind of comical. "I'm thinking I kind of wanna show you the talents *I* have..."
"I'm thinking you might need to be a little more persuasive than that." Bronte countered with a curve of a challenging smile.
"I proposed to you!" He laughed, rolling his eyes. "I pledged my undying love! I think that entitles me to a little nookie now and then, you know?" Oh my god... these two really were snarky goofballs together...
"So, you're saying that by pledging your love for me and slipping a ring on my finger entitles you to certain wifely duties on my behalf? " Bronte questioned with a smirk and crossing of her arms over her chest.
"Wifely duties. I like the sound of that. I was gonna go more with 'mad boning', but I think yours sounds far classier. Let's go with that." He said with a nod, trying his best to keep a straight face.
"How about we go with you taking one of the extra bedrooms tonight." Of course that would never work its way into reality, but Bronte was determined not to let Grant get the better of the moment.
"Oh, how you wound me with your words, Bronte Bale. You truly are the devil come back in female form." He clearly took her threats SO seriously, too, since he was already wrapping his arms around her.
"What was it you were saying about wanting to show off certain talents of your." Bronte practically purred with her hand coming to rest lightly at his shoulders when Grant drew her into the embrace of his arms.
"Exxxxxxxactly. Let's go, then." He said hurriedly, starting to lead her up the stairs...