Real Person // Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock // Raw Batter
Title: Raw Batter
Fandom: Real Person
Characters: Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock
Prompt: #22; Splatter.
Word Count: 981
Rating: PG.
Summary: And ... we're baking.
Author's Notes: I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
“Nice going,” Sandra comments calmly, watching the front end of the whisk sink into the blueberry dotted muffin mix. Keanu plucks it out carefully before it gets in too far. He studies the blender.
“I didn’t know when I released it that it would shoot out like that.” Swiping a finger against the batter dunked utensil, he sticks his forefinger in his mouth to momentarily enjoy the sweet, raw taste. Sandra hits his arm.
“You’re going to get sick.”
“Yet I’ll be happy, happy, happy.” he offers the other whisk. Sandra shakes her head and picks up the bowl.
“It’s time to start pouring the batter.” She carries the mixture to the table, sitting down and holding it over the muffin tin. Keanu sits adjacent, alternating licking the two whisks. As she carefully pours batter into the first paper holder, he pauses to watch with a mild interest. Her concentration is key as she smoothes out the top; she doesn’t allow one more drop than necessary to fall. “Okay, your turn,” she says, satisfied with the result.
Keanu balks. “Not. I mixed it all together, remember?” his face protests as Sandra snatches the whisks away before he can react. They plop into the warm, sudsy water with a splash.
“These are your muffins, pal. I’m just supposed to supervise.” she takes her seat at the table, pushing the tin and batter in front of him. “It’s a little tricky but you can handle it. Just pour slowly and keep them all to the same height; otherwise some will bake faster and burn.”
“Doesn’t sound hard at all,” he mutters beginning his first try. The batter leaks out at turtle’s pace with Keanu monitoring every drop. His eyes flick back and forth between Sandra’s muffin and his own dismal effort. As his hand begins to quake with the strain of tipping the bowl at just the right angle, Keanu drops it on the table with a huff. “This is ridiculous. Look at how crappy that is.”
“Actually, I think it turned out good. It’s pretty equal in height to mine. Stop being so critical of yourself.” she stands up as the phone rings and drops a kiss on his crown. The warmth of her lips spills down to spread over his body until it reaches his toes.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, smiling to himself and picking up the bowl to begin on the next one.
“Hello?” Sandra leans against the wall with a small smile. “Oh, hi Jesse. No, it’s fine; I can talk now.” she walks over to the oven, checking to make sure it’s heating up properly. “I had a good time last night too. Aren’t you glad you said yes?” she laughs. Keanu moves on to the next one as she stands over him. “What are you talking about? The restaurant was great.” she puts her hand on Keanu’s wrist. “That one’s good.” she pauses. “No, I was just talking to Keanu. I’m helping him make muffins for a friend.” Sandra covers the mouthpiece. “Jesse says hey.”
“Hay is for horses.” Keanu dodges Sandra’s flying hand with a smirk to himself. The bowl jerks and some batter spills on the tin.
“Be careful K.” she returns to her conversation. “Keanu says hi. No, he’s not burning anything -- yet.” her fingers affectionately ruffle his hair. He pretends it doesn’t chill down his spine. She wanders closer to the door as she listens to Jesse talk, her voice low when she finally speaks. “Tomorrow night? I don’t think I have anything planned--” the crash of metal on the tile cuts her off. “I got to go I’ll call you later tonight, okay?”
“Everything’s fine!” Keanu calls when Sandra comes back in. “Just a little spill.”
“A little spill? Keanu, you’re covered in batter! Take that shirt off.”
“Well, if you insist …” he says peeling it off.
“Ha ha.” Sandra collects the spilled tin off the ground, groaning at the splattered batter on the floor. “Nice. How did this happen?”
“Um.” Keanu holds his stained shirt in his hands, deciding. “My hand cramped from holding the bowl in that funny way and it slipped.”
“I see. Can you get the roll of paper towels?” she kneels down, joined moments later by Keanu and Bounty. “Ah, thank you.” she doesn’t look directly at his naked chest.
“Is it going to hurt the tile? Because I can replace it.”
She laughs, setting down the paper towels to soak up the mess. “No. I think it’ll survive.”
“I’m sorry you had to hang up with Jesse.” he bends over to scoop up the dirty paper towels, hiding the fact that he’s fighting a smile off his face.
“That’s okay.”
“How’s it going with him? Garbage can.” Sandra drags it over, Keanu chucking the whole mess inside.
“Good. I really like him and I think he likes me a lot too. But I think he’s scared of getting close. He’s been married a couple times before, so we’ll probably take things slow.”
Keanu sits back on his haunches. “You think you’re going to marry him? So soon?” a note of panic hits. Embarrassed, he goes back to cleaning up. Sandra laughs.
“I’m not getting married now. And I don’t think Jesse wants to do that anymore.”
“But you’ve considered it with him?” he asks rubbing on an already clean spot of tile.
“No. We’ve had one date.”
“But you will?”
“Do you have a reason I shouldn’t be?” she sounds irritated. Keanu wipes up the last spot.
“No. He’s a good guy, knows his motorcycles. I don’t mean to pry.”
“It’s okay; you’re just protecting me.” she kisses his cheek and stands. “Now what do you say we sit down with a couple spoons and finish off this batter?”
“I thought we would get sick.”
“Live a little. Since when did you get so uptight?”
Fandom: Real Person
Characters: Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock
Prompt: #22; Splatter.
Word Count: 981
Rating: PG.
Summary: And ... we're baking.
Author's Notes: I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
“Nice going,” Sandra comments calmly, watching the front end of the whisk sink into the blueberry dotted muffin mix. Keanu plucks it out carefully before it gets in too far. He studies the blender.
“I didn’t know when I released it that it would shoot out like that.” Swiping a finger against the batter dunked utensil, he sticks his forefinger in his mouth to momentarily enjoy the sweet, raw taste. Sandra hits his arm.
“You’re going to get sick.”
“Yet I’ll be happy, happy, happy.” he offers the other whisk. Sandra shakes her head and picks up the bowl.
“It’s time to start pouring the batter.” She carries the mixture to the table, sitting down and holding it over the muffin tin. Keanu sits adjacent, alternating licking the two whisks. As she carefully pours batter into the first paper holder, he pauses to watch with a mild interest. Her concentration is key as she smoothes out the top; she doesn’t allow one more drop than necessary to fall. “Okay, your turn,” she says, satisfied with the result.
Keanu balks. “Not. I mixed it all together, remember?” his face protests as Sandra snatches the whisks away before he can react. They plop into the warm, sudsy water with a splash.
“These are your muffins, pal. I’m just supposed to supervise.” she takes her seat at the table, pushing the tin and batter in front of him. “It’s a little tricky but you can handle it. Just pour slowly and keep them all to the same height; otherwise some will bake faster and burn.”
“Doesn’t sound hard at all,” he mutters beginning his first try. The batter leaks out at turtle’s pace with Keanu monitoring every drop. His eyes flick back and forth between Sandra’s muffin and his own dismal effort. As his hand begins to quake with the strain of tipping the bowl at just the right angle, Keanu drops it on the table with a huff. “This is ridiculous. Look at how crappy that is.”
“Actually, I think it turned out good. It’s pretty equal in height to mine. Stop being so critical of yourself.” she stands up as the phone rings and drops a kiss on his crown. The warmth of her lips spills down to spread over his body until it reaches his toes.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, smiling to himself and picking up the bowl to begin on the next one.
“Hello?” Sandra leans against the wall with a small smile. “Oh, hi Jesse. No, it’s fine; I can talk now.” she walks over to the oven, checking to make sure it’s heating up properly. “I had a good time last night too. Aren’t you glad you said yes?” she laughs. Keanu moves on to the next one as she stands over him. “What are you talking about? The restaurant was great.” she puts her hand on Keanu’s wrist. “That one’s good.” she pauses. “No, I was just talking to Keanu. I’m helping him make muffins for a friend.” Sandra covers the mouthpiece. “Jesse says hey.”
“Hay is for horses.” Keanu dodges Sandra’s flying hand with a smirk to himself. The bowl jerks and some batter spills on the tin.
“Be careful K.” she returns to her conversation. “Keanu says hi. No, he’s not burning anything -- yet.” her fingers affectionately ruffle his hair. He pretends it doesn’t chill down his spine. She wanders closer to the door as she listens to Jesse talk, her voice low when she finally speaks. “Tomorrow night? I don’t think I have anything planned--” the crash of metal on the tile cuts her off. “I got to go I’ll call you later tonight, okay?”
“Everything’s fine!” Keanu calls when Sandra comes back in. “Just a little spill.”
“A little spill? Keanu, you’re covered in batter! Take that shirt off.”
“Well, if you insist …” he says peeling it off.
“Ha ha.” Sandra collects the spilled tin off the ground, groaning at the splattered batter on the floor. “Nice. How did this happen?”
“Um.” Keanu holds his stained shirt in his hands, deciding. “My hand cramped from holding the bowl in that funny way and it slipped.”
“I see. Can you get the roll of paper towels?” she kneels down, joined moments later by Keanu and Bounty. “Ah, thank you.” she doesn’t look directly at his naked chest.
“Is it going to hurt the tile? Because I can replace it.”
She laughs, setting down the paper towels to soak up the mess. “No. I think it’ll survive.”
“I’m sorry you had to hang up with Jesse.” he bends over to scoop up the dirty paper towels, hiding the fact that he’s fighting a smile off his face.
“That’s okay.”
“How’s it going with him? Garbage can.” Sandra drags it over, Keanu chucking the whole mess inside.
“Good. I really like him and I think he likes me a lot too. But I think he’s scared of getting close. He’s been married a couple times before, so we’ll probably take things slow.”
Keanu sits back on his haunches. “You think you’re going to marry him? So soon?” a note of panic hits. Embarrassed, he goes back to cleaning up. Sandra laughs.
“I’m not getting married now. And I don’t think Jesse wants to do that anymore.”
“But you’ve considered it with him?” he asks rubbing on an already clean spot of tile.
“No. We’ve had one date.”
“But you will?”
“Do you have a reason I shouldn’t be?” she sounds irritated. Keanu wipes up the last spot.
“No. He’s a good guy, knows his motorcycles. I don’t mean to pry.”
“It’s okay; you’re just protecting me.” she kisses his cheek and stands. “Now what do you say we sit down with a couple spoons and finish off this batter?”
“I thought we would get sick.”
“Live a little. Since when did you get so uptight?”