PawPaw #3, Vanilla Cutard #2 + gummy bunnies + whipped cream + fresh peaches
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: A Professional
Prompts: PawPaw #3: they grow up so fast, Vanilla Custard #2: You're Mister Thick Thick Thickety Thickface from Thicktown, Thickania. And so's your dad. + whipped cream + gummy bunnies (500themes #55: faceless and nameless) + fresh peaches (You get the job done, whatever that job might be, with combined assertiveness and patience brought to you by the Mars/Saturn conjunction. Venus aspects Pluto tonight to stimulate chemistry, even a soul-to-soul connection.)
Rating: PG13 for sexy talk
Words: 210
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Paul Robinson
Summary: Yay for found pieces! I can't even remember when I wrote this. XD Firebird gives Paul a scare.
"Paul, I want to have sex."
There was not a single thing that his fifteen year old charge could have possibly said that would have scared Paul more. He choked on his own gasp of fear and spent the next ten seconds coughing his lungs out. "With me?"
Firebird scoffed. "Of course not. Why would I settle for having sex with you when there are several esteemed professionals in my city?"
"That's a relief... I guess," Paul said, unsure if he should be insulted or not. "Don't you think you're a little young to be thinking about sex?"
She looked at him for a long moment. It was that haughty Blaze stare; the one they used to remind lesser mortals of their place. "No."
"Ok," Paul shook his head. "And you want to...hire someone?"
"That's what they're there for, isn't it?"
Oh god, did he really have to be the one to deal with this? "Well, yes, but usually a girl would be more comfortable doing...that...for the first time with someone they know. You know, somebody you like."
"Someone I like?" It was Firebird's turn to shake her head in confusion. "That narrows it down to someone I'm related to. Or you."
He paled. "Okay, so a professional, then."