Fic: Sometimes It's Better (7)
Title: Sometimes It's Better (Not to stick bits of each other in each other) - 7
Characters: Cook/Katie, Naomi/Emily
Rating: M (for language)
Words: 1189
Summary: Cook goes to apologise
Disclaimer: Not my characters
A/N: This is unbeta'd so any mistakes are all mine. Title from Hot Club de Paris 'Sometimesitsbetternottostickbitsofeachotherineachotherforeachother'
Cook begins to get a bit nervous on the walk over to Katie’s. He’d been intending to wing it like usual, but he’s still pulling a blank and he’s at the end of Katie’s street now. He can already feel his balls twitching at the kicking they are undoubtedly about to receive if he doesn’t come up with something fast.
He flicks the tip of his fag down the drain at the end of her driveway when he gets there and looks up at her window, only to see Emily with a panicked look on her face and shaking her head rapidly. Cook can’t help but wonder what they put in the water round these parts, because everyone seems to be completely barmy. He takes a few steps towards the door, before Emily’s hissed “Cook!” makes him stop and look up again.
“Look, Em, I got it yeah, she’s mad at something, so I’ve come to sort it, alright? Don’t you go ripping my bollocks off an’ all.”
“Cook, will you just fuck off?”
Oh, all right, he gets it. She’s still jealous that he’s been boning Katie. “Listen, equal opportunities, yeah? You had your shot already and now I’m just spreading the love -”
“And some STDs,” Emily interrupts.
“Nah, not anymore, all cleared up now. Anyway, everyone gets a turn, but if you like then I guess I’ll let you go again. Only if Blondie joins in as well though, and I want -”
“For fuck’s sake, Cook! I do not want to shag you,” Emily lies. (Cook knows it’s a lie cause she looked left and that guy off the telly said it was left for lying. Or actually, it might have been right. Either way, it’s definitely a lie.) “But if you don’t piss off before my dad sees you then he will strangle you.”
Cook’s smile falters. Shit, he thinks, as he makes a hasty retreat.
---
He slides down against a wall a few houses down. He’s not scared or nothing, but dads are fucking mental about their little girls, Cook knows that from experience, and not just with Jonny White. Fuck, he’s seen Katie’s dad, and he does not fancy that one bit.
He lights another fag. He should just walk away, and if it were anyone else then, yeah, he would probably have just gone home for a wank instead. But Katie has fucking great tits, and alright, she’s a bit of a laugh as well, and she’s worth sticking around for.
He’s almost made up his mind when Emily finds him.
“Alright?” She asks, sitting next to him.
“Yeah, you know me kid, fine and dandy.” He nods his head in the direction of their house. “She still mad?”
Emily smiles. “No, she’s calmed down. You know Katie.”
Cook wiggles his eyebrows in response and Emily groans. “I asked for that didn’t I?”
He grins and passes her his fag. “You should go to Naomi’s. She’s gonna burn that fucking house down if she’s not careful, and last thing I need is to find another place to live.”
“Oh Christ,” Emily mutters, standing up. “I fucking told her. Low heat for ten minutes.”
---
Cook had watched her go before fishing his phone out his pocket and hitting redial. “Nae-kins! Need a favour,” and he swears he can fucking hear the eye roll on the end of the line.
“What?” She answers eventually.
“Emily’s dad, yeah? He likes you, don’t he?”
Naomi snorts. “Better than her mum does.”
“Right, well how’d you go about that then?”
“I got Jenna so mad that I’m fucking her daughter so it’d be impossible for anyone to hate me more. It was pretty easy really.”
Cook rubs at his forehead. “I don’t think me shagging Emily as well is gonna help the situation. Fuck, man. Dads are a nightmare. Mums are easy right, you just gotta flirt with them a bit, let her know that you’d still slip her one and you’ve got her.”
“I don’t think Jenna would appreciate me doing that.”
“Naomi, are you deliberately missing the point here? Katie’s dad is going to break my fucking neck if I go in there, and if I don’t, then Katie is going to rip my fucking balls off.”
“Mmm, quite a dilemma,” and there’s silence while she thinks it over and it’ll be ok, because Naomi’s the clever one; she’ll have some brainy plan that he can use. “Oh. I’m going to have to go Cook, Emily’s here.”
“What? Wait, what am I gonna do?”
“Just…don’t swear,” she says before cutting him off.
Don’t swear. Fuck, how’s he going to manage that?
---
On reflection it wasn’t great, but his neck was still attached to his body, so, it could have been worse.
Cook had decided that Naomi’s advice was sound, and the best way to go about not swearing is probably just keeping his gob shut at all times, so he did. Katie’s dad gave him some fucking weird grin and shook his hand so hard that Cook’s knuckles turned white.
He said some things then, not that Cook can remember what they were, he was too busy concentrating on the hand clasped tightly on his shoulder and nodding, but it went something along the lines of laying so much as a finger on Katie and being torn apart slowly limb by limb.
That’s about the moment that Katie finds them both and she doesn’t do a very good job of hiding her smirk at the fix he was in. The fingers on his shoulder only dig in harder and it isn’t til Katie raises her eyebrows that he remembers that he was meant to be here to apologise for something.
“Right, yeah, well I’m sorry, right?”
“And?”
“Eh…and I’ve still got that twenty if you fancy a quick one down Keith’s?”
Katie stares and crosses her arms, while her dad is about to pull his arm out the socket. Fuck, what does she even want? He runs through a quick list of things that Katie likes. There’s only one thing he can think of that doesn’t involve sex - which the mention of is likely to get him ripped to shreds - and he really doesn’t want to say it, but those fingers are gripping harder with every second that passes and Cook doesn’t have a choice now.
“Alright, we can go shopping,” and it’s like a magic word, as the fingers loosen their grip, Katie’s pissy face leaves and instead she smiles and kisses his cheek.
---
She takes him up to her room after some further awkward family chat, and he practically races up those stairs to get away from her dad and flops himself down on the bed.
He grins. “We get make up sex now, don’t we?”
She doesn’t say anything, the saucy little minx, just straddles him and tugs fiercely at his shirt.
It strikes him, as they get down do it, that it’s only been this morning since they were last at it and Katie’s gagging for it. That’s the power of the Cookie love. Addictive.
Part 8
Characters: Cook/Katie, Naomi/Emily
Rating: M (for language)
Words: 1189
Summary: Cook goes to apologise
Disclaimer: Not my characters
A/N: This is unbeta'd so any mistakes are all mine. Title from Hot Club de Paris 'Sometimesitsbetternottostickbitsofeachotherineachotherforeachother'
Cook begins to get a bit nervous on the walk over to Katie’s. He’d been intending to wing it like usual, but he’s still pulling a blank and he’s at the end of Katie’s street now. He can already feel his balls twitching at the kicking they are undoubtedly about to receive if he doesn’t come up with something fast.
He flicks the tip of his fag down the drain at the end of her driveway when he gets there and looks up at her window, only to see Emily with a panicked look on her face and shaking her head rapidly. Cook can’t help but wonder what they put in the water round these parts, because everyone seems to be completely barmy. He takes a few steps towards the door, before Emily’s hissed “Cook!” makes him stop and look up again.
“Look, Em, I got it yeah, she’s mad at something, so I’ve come to sort it, alright? Don’t you go ripping my bollocks off an’ all.”
“Cook, will you just fuck off?”
Oh, all right, he gets it. She’s still jealous that he’s been boning Katie. “Listen, equal opportunities, yeah? You had your shot already and now I’m just spreading the love -”
“And some STDs,” Emily interrupts.
“Nah, not anymore, all cleared up now. Anyway, everyone gets a turn, but if you like then I guess I’ll let you go again. Only if Blondie joins in as well though, and I want -”
“For fuck’s sake, Cook! I do not want to shag you,” Emily lies. (Cook knows it’s a lie cause she looked left and that guy off the telly said it was left for lying. Or actually, it might have been right. Either way, it’s definitely a lie.) “But if you don’t piss off before my dad sees you then he will strangle you.”
Cook’s smile falters. Shit, he thinks, as he makes a hasty retreat.
---
He slides down against a wall a few houses down. He’s not scared or nothing, but dads are fucking mental about their little girls, Cook knows that from experience, and not just with Jonny White. Fuck, he’s seen Katie’s dad, and he does not fancy that one bit.
He lights another fag. He should just walk away, and if it were anyone else then, yeah, he would probably have just gone home for a wank instead. But Katie has fucking great tits, and alright, she’s a bit of a laugh as well, and she’s worth sticking around for.
He’s almost made up his mind when Emily finds him.
“Alright?” She asks, sitting next to him.
“Yeah, you know me kid, fine and dandy.” He nods his head in the direction of their house. “She still mad?”
Emily smiles. “No, she’s calmed down. You know Katie.”
Cook wiggles his eyebrows in response and Emily groans. “I asked for that didn’t I?”
He grins and passes her his fag. “You should go to Naomi’s. She’s gonna burn that fucking house down if she’s not careful, and last thing I need is to find another place to live.”
“Oh Christ,” Emily mutters, standing up. “I fucking told her. Low heat for ten minutes.”
---
Cook had watched her go before fishing his phone out his pocket and hitting redial. “Nae-kins! Need a favour,” and he swears he can fucking hear the eye roll on the end of the line.
“What?” She answers eventually.
“Emily’s dad, yeah? He likes you, don’t he?”
Naomi snorts. “Better than her mum does.”
“Right, well how’d you go about that then?”
“I got Jenna so mad that I’m fucking her daughter so it’d be impossible for anyone to hate me more. It was pretty easy really.”
Cook rubs at his forehead. “I don’t think me shagging Emily as well is gonna help the situation. Fuck, man. Dads are a nightmare. Mums are easy right, you just gotta flirt with them a bit, let her know that you’d still slip her one and you’ve got her.”
“I don’t think Jenna would appreciate me doing that.”
“Naomi, are you deliberately missing the point here? Katie’s dad is going to break my fucking neck if I go in there, and if I don’t, then Katie is going to rip my fucking balls off.”
“Mmm, quite a dilemma,” and there’s silence while she thinks it over and it’ll be ok, because Naomi’s the clever one; she’ll have some brainy plan that he can use. “Oh. I’m going to have to go Cook, Emily’s here.”
“What? Wait, what am I gonna do?”
“Just…don’t swear,” she says before cutting him off.
Don’t swear. Fuck, how’s he going to manage that?
---
On reflection it wasn’t great, but his neck was still attached to his body, so, it could have been worse.
Cook had decided that Naomi’s advice was sound, and the best way to go about not swearing is probably just keeping his gob shut at all times, so he did. Katie’s dad gave him some fucking weird grin and shook his hand so hard that Cook’s knuckles turned white.
He said some things then, not that Cook can remember what they were, he was too busy concentrating on the hand clasped tightly on his shoulder and nodding, but it went something along the lines of laying so much as a finger on Katie and being torn apart slowly limb by limb.
That’s about the moment that Katie finds them both and she doesn’t do a very good job of hiding her smirk at the fix he was in. The fingers on his shoulder only dig in harder and it isn’t til Katie raises her eyebrows that he remembers that he was meant to be here to apologise for something.
“Right, yeah, well I’m sorry, right?”
“And?”
“Eh…and I’ve still got that twenty if you fancy a quick one down Keith’s?”
Katie stares and crosses her arms, while her dad is about to pull his arm out the socket. Fuck, what does she even want? He runs through a quick list of things that Katie likes. There’s only one thing he can think of that doesn’t involve sex - which the mention of is likely to get him ripped to shreds - and he really doesn’t want to say it, but those fingers are gripping harder with every second that passes and Cook doesn’t have a choice now.
“Alright, we can go shopping,” and it’s like a magic word, as the fingers loosen their grip, Katie’s pissy face leaves and instead she smiles and kisses his cheek.
---
She takes him up to her room after some further awkward family chat, and he practically races up those stairs to get away from her dad and flops himself down on the bed.
He grins. “We get make up sex now, don’t we?”
She doesn’t say anything, the saucy little minx, just straddles him and tugs fiercely at his shirt.
It strikes him, as they get down do it, that it’s only been this morning since they were last at it and Katie’s gagging for it. That’s the power of the Cookie love. Addictive.
Part 8