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Priestly is an amazing cook. Not only is he amazing, he's absolutely tireless, cooking breakfast for everyone in the Compound kitchens, donating pretty much his entire Saturday to the Winchester lunch and dinner shifts. He's a saint, and he ought to be rewarded.
It's not that Brooke doesn't try. She rewards him pretty much every day, for being so sweet, for being such an amazing boyfriend, for being so damn pretty. But she's never really tried showing him how much she appreciates his cooking apart from stuffing her face with it, and that just doesn't sit right.
So Brooke doesn't feel bad when she steals one of the Winchester aprons - it's for an excellent cause, and she will totally wash it after. If all goes to plan, the apron will totally need it. And she doesn't feel bad about locking herself in the Winchester storeroom and stripping off all her clothes.
The apron is just big enough to cover the important bits, but only just, and all it will take is one tiny tug of the apron string to send it falling to the ground. It's perfect.
Breathing out a contented sigh, Brooke unlatches the door and tosses her hair over her shoulders. Priestly will need to come get more onions soon - she knows because she hid the ones he'd laid out next to the cutting board - and sure enough, those are footsteps heading towards the store room right now.
Brooke throws out a hip, facing the opening door with a dazzling smile.
[ooc: Brooke's not flashing your pup but it's a very near thing. Use your own creativity to get your pup to the storeroom :D]
It's not that Brooke doesn't try. She rewards him pretty much every day, for being so sweet, for being such an amazing boyfriend, for being so damn pretty. But she's never really tried showing him how much she appreciates his cooking apart from stuffing her face with it, and that just doesn't sit right.
So Brooke doesn't feel bad when she steals one of the Winchester aprons - it's for an excellent cause, and she will totally wash it after. If all goes to plan, the apron will totally need it. And she doesn't feel bad about locking herself in the Winchester storeroom and stripping off all her clothes.
The apron is just big enough to cover the important bits, but only just, and all it will take is one tiny tug of the apron string to send it falling to the ground. It's perfect.
Breathing out a contented sigh, Brooke unlatches the door and tosses her hair over her shoulders. Priestly will need to come get more onions soon - she knows because she hid the ones he'd laid out next to the cutting board - and sure enough, those are footsteps heading towards the store room right now.
Brooke throws out a hip, facing the opening door with a dazzling smile.
[ooc: Brooke's not flashing your pup but it's a very near thing. Use your own creativity to get your pup to the storeroom :D]