Jungle Fury Fic. - A Friend in Knead
Title: A Friend in Knead
Author: not_a_reptile
Fandom: Power Rangers Jungle Fury
Pairing: RJ/Fran
Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Jungle Fury
A/N: My First Fic.
Summary: Fran needed a helping hand. She got two.
Another Monday morning at Jungle Karma Pizza, and Fran as always was at work early in the kitchen mixing pizza dough. Her bright orange apron was dusted with flour.
She had a ten pound batch of dough ready for the kneading machine.
She dropped the lump of dough into the bowl and lowered the kneading arm.
Then, she hit the start button on the kneader, but nothing happened.
“That's strange” she said to herself. She tried again. Nothing.
She shuffled into the dining room of Jungle Karma Pizza to find Theo, Casey, and Lily, but then she remembered that RJ had sent them to the grocery store to pick up a few things for the week.
RJ sauntered in from his upstairs loft and into the kitchen where Fran was working. He was dressed in his chef coat, as usual, with the zebra-patterned skull cap.
“How's it going, Fran?” he asked cheerfully.
“I'm having some trouble with this kneader,” she said, exasperated.
“What's wrong with it?” he asked.
“It's... not working,” she explained.
“Oh, I see!” he chirped. He flipped the switch on the kneader to see for himself that it was broken.
“I knew sooner or later that kneader would give out,” he mused. “That machine is practically an antique! Until I can get a new one, I guess you'll have to do it by hand,” RJ said.
Fran gave him a distressed look as she pulled the dough out of the kneader. She plopped the lump of dough on the island counter.
“Here, let me show you how to knead dough by hand,” he said warmly.
RJ reached around Fran from behind her and put his large, muscular hands on top of Fran's small, dainty hands. He manipulated her hands slowly and gently into the dough a few times.
Fran, not accustomed to such close contact with a man, blushed.
“Just keep doing like this,” RJ instructed with a soft, warm voice.
“Oh, RJ,” she muttered. “You're so much better than me at this.”
Suddenly, there was a noise.
Theo, Lily, and Casey entered the dining room through the front with the groceries.
RJ stepped back and withdrew his arms from around Fran.
“Why don't you put Casey and Theo to work on the dough?” he said. “I'll start some sauce.”
“Drat,” Fran muttered to herself. “I hate Mondays.”
Author: not_a_reptile
Fandom: Power Rangers Jungle Fury
Pairing: RJ/Fran
Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Jungle Fury
A/N: My First Fic.
Summary: Fran needed a helping hand. She got two.
Another Monday morning at Jungle Karma Pizza, and Fran as always was at work early in the kitchen mixing pizza dough. Her bright orange apron was dusted with flour.
She had a ten pound batch of dough ready for the kneading machine.
She dropped the lump of dough into the bowl and lowered the kneading arm.
Then, she hit the start button on the kneader, but nothing happened.
“That's strange” she said to herself. She tried again. Nothing.
She shuffled into the dining room of Jungle Karma Pizza to find Theo, Casey, and Lily, but then she remembered that RJ had sent them to the grocery store to pick up a few things for the week.
RJ sauntered in from his upstairs loft and into the kitchen where Fran was working. He was dressed in his chef coat, as usual, with the zebra-patterned skull cap.
“How's it going, Fran?” he asked cheerfully.
“I'm having some trouble with this kneader,” she said, exasperated.
“What's wrong with it?” he asked.
“It's... not working,” she explained.
“Oh, I see!” he chirped. He flipped the switch on the kneader to see for himself that it was broken.
“I knew sooner or later that kneader would give out,” he mused. “That machine is practically an antique! Until I can get a new one, I guess you'll have to do it by hand,” RJ said.
Fran gave him a distressed look as she pulled the dough out of the kneader. She plopped the lump of dough on the island counter.
“Here, let me show you how to knead dough by hand,” he said warmly.
RJ reached around Fran from behind her and put his large, muscular hands on top of Fran's small, dainty hands. He manipulated her hands slowly and gently into the dough a few times.
Fran, not accustomed to such close contact with a man, blushed.
“Just keep doing like this,” RJ instructed with a soft, warm voice.
“Oh, RJ,” she muttered. “You're so much better than me at this.”
Suddenly, there was a noise.
Theo, Lily, and Casey entered the dining room through the front with the groceries.
RJ stepped back and withdrew his arms from around Fran.
“Why don't you put Casey and Theo to work on the dough?” he said. “I'll start some sauce.”
“Drat,” Fran muttered to herself. “I hate Mondays.”