You said what's been said // And I do hope you learned your lesson
Written as a birthday request for
feel_theburn. I'll warn you right now, it's shameless fluff, and inspired by an rp we did a long time ago, but I did my best. Hopefully it's not too bad.
Not entirely sure what time he would be coming home, she could never be positive when he was on a job, Elle ran to the store as soon as she could. She’d finished his last yogurt the night before and she knew he’d be craving it whenever he came home. A few raspberries (it was her favorite), a couple lemons, and five blueberries (she knew that was HIS favorite) later, she was headed home.
Pushing the door open, digging through her purse trying to find her cell phone, she didn’t see him sitting on the edge of the bed until he called out to her.
“What the hell is a Speidi?”
She couldn’t help the quiet gasp that slipped through her lips. Her free hand sparking up just a bit until she realized who’d spoken.
“Relax, Firecracker. It’s just me.”
Nodding, she dropped her hand back down to her side, moving into the kitchen to put the yogurt away.
“When did you get home?” He shrugged, then realized she wasn’t looking at him and shrugs weren’t exactly audible.
“Twenty minutes ago. You didn’t answer my question.” Shutting the refrigerator door, she crossed the room, curling up beside him on the bed; laying her head on his shoulder so she could see what he was looking at.
“When did you start reading US Weekly?”
“Are you going to answer my question or not?” She quickly ducked her head to press a kiss to his shoulder, more to muffle the noise of her laughter than anything else.
“It’s Heidi and Spencer Pratt.” He nodded, and it was all she could do not to laugh again at the seriousness with which he was taking all this. “They’re nobodies, really. Basically they’re famous for being ignorant assholes.” One eyebrow arching, he glanced over at her.
“Is that all it takes to be a celebrity these days?” Without answering, she reached over him to pull the magazine from his hands, flipping through the pages without really seeing what was on them.
“Working on your knowledge of pop culture? I hope you’re ready for the quiz.” Putting on a confident little smirk, he nodded towards the magazine.
“Go ahead. Ask me anything.” She searched his face for a minute, chewing on her bottom lip, before flipping the magazine to a random page.
“Who was Jennifer Aniston married to?”
“Brad Pitt.” Answered correctly, and without any hesitation, she let out a low whistle.
“That’s very good. And who did he leave her for?”
“Angelina Jolie.” Pausing only for a disbelieving laugh, she flipped a couple more pages before stopping. Covering up the caption on the picture, she held it up for him to see.
“Who’s that?” She could see something almost resembling panic (almost) in his eyes, right before he buried his face in his hands.
“It’s the….glittery vampire…guy.” Laughing quietly, she freed up one hand to pat him on the back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll accept that answer.” Flipping a couple more pages, she repeated the process, covering up the caption before letting him look at the picture. “Alright, who’s she?” He stared at it for a minute, squinting like that might make the answer come to him.
“Angelina Jolie?” Clicking her tongue, she shook her head sadly.
“Way sluttier than Angelina.” Growling in the back of his throat, he pulled the magazine out of her hands and flinging it across the room. She watched it fly, open mouthed. “You know you keep doing that and I’m going to get upset.”
“I don’t care.” He spoke, voice low as he pushed her back onto the bed, one hand sliding up a jeans clad thigh. “I can think of something much more interesting to study.” Stretching out on the bed, she grinned up at him before reaching up to run her hands down his chest, and underneath his shirt.
“You don’t think there’s going to be a quiz on this too?”
feel_theburn. I'll warn you right now, it's shameless fluff, and inspired by an rp we did a long time ago, but I did my best. Hopefully it's not too bad.
Not entirely sure what time he would be coming home, she could never be positive when he was on a job, Elle ran to the store as soon as she could. She’d finished his last yogurt the night before and she knew he’d be craving it whenever he came home. A few raspberries (it was her favorite), a couple lemons, and five blueberries (she knew that was HIS favorite) later, she was headed home.
Pushing the door open, digging through her purse trying to find her cell phone, she didn’t see him sitting on the edge of the bed until he called out to her.
“What the hell is a Speidi?”
She couldn’t help the quiet gasp that slipped through her lips. Her free hand sparking up just a bit until she realized who’d spoken.
“Relax, Firecracker. It’s just me.”
Nodding, she dropped her hand back down to her side, moving into the kitchen to put the yogurt away.
“When did you get home?” He shrugged, then realized she wasn’t looking at him and shrugs weren’t exactly audible.
“Twenty minutes ago. You didn’t answer my question.” Shutting the refrigerator door, she crossed the room, curling up beside him on the bed; laying her head on his shoulder so she could see what he was looking at.
“When did you start reading US Weekly?”
“Are you going to answer my question or not?” She quickly ducked her head to press a kiss to his shoulder, more to muffle the noise of her laughter than anything else.
“It’s Heidi and Spencer Pratt.” He nodded, and it was all she could do not to laugh again at the seriousness with which he was taking all this. “They’re nobodies, really. Basically they’re famous for being ignorant assholes.” One eyebrow arching, he glanced over at her.
“Is that all it takes to be a celebrity these days?” Without answering, she reached over him to pull the magazine from his hands, flipping through the pages without really seeing what was on them.
“Working on your knowledge of pop culture? I hope you’re ready for the quiz.” Putting on a confident little smirk, he nodded towards the magazine.
“Go ahead. Ask me anything.” She searched his face for a minute, chewing on her bottom lip, before flipping the magazine to a random page.
“Who was Jennifer Aniston married to?”
“Brad Pitt.” Answered correctly, and without any hesitation, she let out a low whistle.
“That’s very good. And who did he leave her for?”
“Angelina Jolie.” Pausing only for a disbelieving laugh, she flipped a couple more pages before stopping. Covering up the caption on the picture, she held it up for him to see.
“Who’s that?” She could see something almost resembling panic (almost) in his eyes, right before he buried his face in his hands.
“It’s the….glittery vampire…guy.” Laughing quietly, she freed up one hand to pat him on the back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll accept that answer.” Flipping a couple more pages, she repeated the process, covering up the caption before letting him look at the picture. “Alright, who’s she?” He stared at it for a minute, squinting like that might make the answer come to him.
“Angelina Jolie?” Clicking her tongue, she shook her head sadly.
“Way sluttier than Angelina.” Growling in the back of his throat, he pulled the magazine out of her hands and flinging it across the room. She watched it fly, open mouthed. “You know you keep doing that and I’m going to get upset.”
“I don’t care.” He spoke, voice low as he pushed her back onto the bed, one hand sliding up a jeans clad thigh. “I can think of something much more interesting to study.” Stretching out on the bed, she grinned up at him before reaching up to run her hands down his chest, and underneath his shirt.
“You don’t think there’s going to be a quiz on this too?”