Someone's In The Kitchen

[Amorentia]

Sara POV

I loved when Peni's mind and mine met on the same wave length, the both of us sneaking to the kitchen for a late night snack.  The upside to Peni sneaking in with me was it meant brownies, a treat that required actual cooking and there for something I could not handle on my own.  Giving her a helpful smile, I asked, "Want me to help?"

Tossing me that same patient loving look I so often see adoring Blaise's face when I ask the same question, she replied,  "How about you stand there and look cute and entertain me while we try not to set my kitchen on fire."

Laughing I responded, "I can do that" batting my lashes, I gave her my prettiest most innocent smile as my middle finger shared with her my inner thoughts, "Hows this?"

 "Perfect"  she said with a grin, moving forward to kiss my extended digit before turning away to pull down various ingrediants.

With my hands on the counter across from her, I popped myself up on it as I bargained, "Can I lick the bowl?  Ya know, as my reward for being cute and not setting the kitchen on fire?"

Peni POV

"Of course," I opened the frige to get out the milk and eggs. Marcus was up in bed watching the game while I can down to make brownies and bring him a beer. I was watching the time. It would be a matter of hours before the babies started their night time feeding routine, that usually invovled Bliss because all the crying would wake her up to. It was nice to have some Sara time. 

As I cracked the first egg, the back door. Jalil walked in looking at his phone.

"How was your date?" I asked as his thumb texted away. He shurgged as observed, "You're home early."

With a smile he came over to give me a kiss on the cheek. Instantly I dodged out of the way saying. "You know the rule... sanitize before kissing me with skank breath."

For all I loved my brother, I knew where he'd been when we came home from a date. He laughed. Sara tilted her head musing about the Night Stand, "We should sell a product for that...like burning desire..but as a mouth wash..that kills cooties."

My brother just laughed giving with good natured sarcasm, "You all are very funny."

"So who is she?" I laughed. "Twinkie? Baby Ruth?"

Jalil leaned against the counter taking by Sara answering, "7-5-2. Seven when I saw her. Five when we were alone. Two when I was done with her."

Again, for all I loved my brother, he was a dog. His treatment of women was disappointing. I shook my head, "I'm glad you're by brother. Or we would have issues with her being horrible."

Reg POV

"I wouldn't have issues...I married horrible...and he still my best friend," I caught the tail end of thier conversation as I entered the room to Sara's laughter and her, "Hey horrible!" 

Playing along I responded,"Hey, jackass" It was nice catching two of my favorite girls without thier prospective other halves draped over them.  My eyes stopped first on Peni, taking in the innocent sexiness of her night clothes that so contradicted with her sometimes wild and wanton ways.  But the short hem of her shorts displayed her well toned legs to prefection, the baby doll waist of her top highlighting the fullness of her breasts, the cut of it giving just a hint of the treasure underneath.  Her wild hair flowing freely over her shoulders gave her that just out of the bed look that always makes a guy think about getting her back into it.  All in all, the package she presented was something any man would be tempted to unwrap.

Hearing J's voice, I turned as he said to Sara, "Then I'll kiss you, since my Sister has no love for me."

Peni laughed, "I love you with all my heart for all the dirty dog you are."

Sara looked at J with that pretty blush creeping up her face as she responded,  "On the cheek like a good dog" pointing to her cheek.  It only took me a second to take in every inch of her.  The buttons of what could only be Blaise's white shirt were mostly undone, allowing for an interesting play of shadows where her cleavage began and the buttons were fastened.  The way the loose fabric clung to thier roundness reminded me instantly of thier weight and texture.  The shirt was open again over the smooth plain of her stomach, the swell of her hips disappearing beneath the little shorts she had on, adorned in lip prints that were just asking for trouble in my mind. J moved to kiss her cheek, blocking my view.

Laughing as I finished my inspection, I turned, surprising Peni with a kiss on her cheek near the corner of her mouth, With mischief in my eyes, I told her, "I am a bad dog"

Peni moved away with a small smile, "Down, doggie."

J went to sit on the counter by Sara and I laughed once more explaining,"I haven't been trained, I don't follow instructions well," I placed a quick kiss on her forhead as proof before leaning against the counter with a grin, 

Picking up where they apparently left off, Sara said to J,  "So...7-5-2...How does a girl drop that drastically?"

Obviously weighing the situation, he glanced between Sara and Peni before finally saying, "Sometimes you use a girl up so much her property value drops dramatically," knowing I speak dog fluently, he said to me,  "Know what i mean."

Grinning, I nodded,"I do"

Always inquisitive, Sara asked me, "Did my property value drop?"

Laughing, knowing I needed to answer this delicately, I decided to continue with J's real estate reference, "Your ..uhh...your like that house on the steet everyone wants to live in, so your value increases based on demand" 

Her head cocked to the side, her eyes slightly narrowed as she asked, "Why does that not sound like a good thing?"  "That sounds like a compliment to me. It definitely compliments Blaise. You're in high demand."

Jalil POV

My phone blew up. Thoia was relentless. Half-Japanese and half African America, I couldn't help picking up her fine ass. I named her after the R. Kelly song.  Maybe I should have named her after Crazy Bitch cause she calls my phone all day every day over and over again. How one night, and into the next day, spawned such feelings of love that she couldn't live without me seemed impossible. I thought it might be time to change my number again.  

I told the room, "Sometimes I wished I had a wand so I could oblivate some people sometimes so they forget they met me."

Scrappy took the phone from my hand answering, "Hello?" She was quiet for a moment. "No, I'm sorry, he's not here right now, he just put our kids down to bed, but this is his wife can I help you?" Completely bugging I just stared in disbelief. It worked. Thoia hung up. Scrappy smiled,  "Problem solved."

"Your property valued just doubled, Scrappy." I told her though laughter taking my phone back. Either she was going to call back again tomorrow in full cursing mellow drama or run screaming. But either could be a permenate end. I owed Scrappy one for that.

"We missed the wedding, I'm hurt," Reg looked up at my Sister. Gaming was someting I understood. But it always got me a bit seeing him scamming on Peni. But I knew she could handle herself. Marcus could more than handle him. Then I was back up. As long as it was in good fun, I just sat back.

"I did, too." Peni gave Sara a teasing smile. "I'm sure Blaise is going to be bummed Jalil got her to the isle before he did."

"Fuck you both," Sara said.

Player man grinned at me, "Apparently J missed the honeymoon, he was playing with 7-5-2."

"If I'd known I had this waiting at the honeymoon I'd have left 7-5-2 at the club I found her in," I leaned close to Sara giving her a suggestive look. Interesting thing was, as much as I played around with flirting with her, I wasn't really trying to get her. It was strange how she'd somehow gotten into that zone where I respected her. I can only name a few woman in that zone. My Mother, Step Mother, and Peni made up most of the club.

"See what happens when the dogs away?" Sara smirked.  "You miss your bone"

As Reg and Peni laughed, I slide a bit closer playing, "Maybe we should go make up for it."

"Skank breath...," Peni sang. "and other bodily fluids I love you too much to let you contract before my brother cleans up."

Sara gave me the hand, "I don't do sloppy seconds...sorry."

"Does Blaise know that?" Reg asked, sending us all laughing again.

Reg POV

Cutting her eyes in my direction, she let her finger tell me exactly how she felt about my comments before turning to Peni "So, Peni..." she began like I wasn't in the room.

"So, my Sara..." Peni said with a smile as J began,  "So Reg....."

Laughing, I took a turn, "So, Peni... OK...Sara, now you say so J.." I got her back on my side with a grin.

"So, J..." she said with a laugh,  "Anyway...where are the brownies?  I have a sweet tooth"

Apparently just remembering she was supposed to be cooking, Peni jumped up, putting them in the over before reaching between her legs to get out a stack of spoon, scrapping some mix onto each one and passing them around the group before just giving Sara the bowl.

Me being me, I had to push it, moving to stand between Peni's long, slim legs, I pulled the drawer back open, explaining, "I need a different spoon" before just standing there, pretending like I was looking for one in particular.

Peni was quick to catch onto my game, planting a foot against my chest and propelling me backwards.  She pulled a set of spoons from the drawer, holding them out with a smile.  I grinned back teasing, "I just wanted to get a good one."  I knew I was forgiven when she let me take the spot beside her, dropping an arm over her shoulders.

She gave me a smile and her words seemed to have a double meaning as she said, "You got a good one." I had to agree, I didn't just have a good one, I had a little bit.

I glanced over to, seeing Sara scooping the batter out of the bowl with her finger, noticing again that J was at her side.  He was spending alot of time in that position lately, more than was needed for gaurd duty.  My mind picked through all the moments he seemed to be around that wasn't nessary and as they added up, I began to smile.

Sara POV

J went to dip his spoon back in the bowl and Peni cried out,  "Hey, no skanky double dippy."

Laughing he said,  "Come on." 

Hugging the bowl, I loved how they all thought seconds were somehow an option, "I did not say I was sharing, I have a strict no sharing rule" I laughed, licking the mix off my finger with a smile. 

Of course it was Reg who had to take it there, saying "Now she remembers the rule"

"That's fine, I'll just sit here and watch." J said with a smile making me blush as I tried to pretend I wasn't listening to him.

Peni helped when she said, "When it's most convienant"

Giving her a dry look, I loved how she seemed to forget she had her own set of rules to follow, pointedly I said, "Hey kettle"

She smiled, "How's it going Pot." looking over at Reg she added,  "And you Black?"

J made the connection, chuckling, "That gives new meaning to the pot calling the kettle black."

Reg glanced his way, asking "What does that make you?"

Looking at J's constantly ringing phone, I gave him a word of his own, "I think your calling" All we needed was a the and the phrase would be complete.

J looked at the phone, picking it up and no part of me was stupid enough to think it wasn't some chick.  It's what made guys like J so prediactable.  For all that I loved his doggy charm and appreciated the way he looked after me, no part of me was fooled into thinking he was Mr. Nice guy.  Eternally the player, every line out of his mouth had to be questioned and then still taken with a grain of salt.  Guys like he and Reg had a pattened way of knowing the lines to work to make the girls roll over and give up whatever they were after.  Having taken the crash course in broken hearts Reg style, it wasn't hard to see through the game J laid down. The consolation was seeing how much harder he laid it at everyone else's feet.  Like Reg, gaming was like breathing for him, they couldn't do one without the other, but unlike Reg, he didn't use it as a weapon. At least not against me, but I'd seen the tightness behind Tori's eyes, I knew it was something he was capable of.  Letting go of the train of thought, I watched him hop off the counter, opening the phone and moving into the other room. 

Looking over at Peni wide-eyed, I teased, "I think we just broke up"

"I'm sorry." she said with a smile, "Do you need a hug. Oh, wait. I have to call Marcus first."

Laughing, I responded,  "I think that's on the banned list"

Reg POV:

Somehow I was back in the spotlight as Peni asked, "So Mr Black. Do you have a system of sluts? A Little Black book or a rolladex of hoes?"

Looking over, I aswered honestly, "No, I usually have a strict 'I'm not calling you after this, but thanks' talk with my girls"

Peni laughed, "Is that before or after you shoplifted the punnani?"

 "Do I look stupid?" I asked with a grin, "After..usually as I'm ducking the shoes that start flying in my direction"  I laughed, remembering the many occassions I'd found myself in that sexact situation.

Peni was laughing at me, Sara rolling her eyes as she said sarcastically,  "Little Bit is such a lucky girl"

Grinning I told her, "I know"

Peni shook her head at me, "If she doesn't beat you to the door. I'm sure she'd be able to knock him out and just to make it out first."

I knew better, we weren't running and I knew the reason, telling her, "We're cool...we're doing our thing, it's good"

She laughed, asking, "So what does that mean?"

That was the question, wasn't it? I was never so glad to see someone enter a room as I was to see Jalil enter now,  "It means it's J's turn to answer a question" I said with a grin.

Jalil POV

Scrappy pipped up, "I've got one!  J, what's up with the nicknames?  I mean, each girl has her own, so, if your going through all the trouble of remembering all the nicknames anyway, why not just remember the names?  By the way, I'm heart broken that your cheating on me and have wrecked our marriage."

Scoring some game for fun I put my hands on either side of the counter saying, "I'm sorry, Scrappy. Should I take you and make it up to you?"

Her lips turned into a succulent pout as her long lashes fluttered as she teased, "Too late now, you broke my heart, we're over. I'm moving on."

"I'll get you back. You'll see." I backed up off the counter laughing. That was something I would never do if she wasn't in the zone. I would have stayed their, pressing the closeness.  "The names... I'm horrible with names. It's easier than calling everyone, 'hey, you.' I go with something I can remember them by."

"Like 7-5-2," my Sister threw in.

Early in my gaming I tried real names. Mixing up Lisa, Angela, Pamela, and Marie's didn't help my game. So I changed up my tactics. For all some ladies wanted to tout it was corney, as soon as they got their own special tag, they melted.

"See," I said honestly. "I didn't lie when I told her she would be unforgetable to me."

"Ok, so, you pick one name based on something they make you think of?" I answered her question with a nod.

Peni POV

Reg leaned over to me asking, "What does he call the ugly ones?" 

I tried to think over some of the names I'd heard him throw around. "Buttaface. Bertha. Et - you know E.T, Mona for the the Divinici painting....what else J?"

"7-5-2," Jalil kind of cringed at just the thought of the girl he just nailed and left probably still wondering where the hell he's gone.

"I swear." I toled him. "You should be really glad I'm your sister."

Jalil  got that charming smile that was always dangerious. When his dimples peirces clear through his cheeks, all women were in trouble. "See that's my problem. I just can't find a girl that's as wonderful as you, Sis."

I looked down trying not to blush saying, "Nice try." But it was sweet to hear.

Then I felt Reg moving closer as he kissed my cheek saying, "Your not my sister." I gave him my "back off" look as I pushed his chest once again creating space between us telling him, "You're not my husband."

"Thank God...,no offense," Reg laughed. "J, answer Sara's question"

"Lucky Peni," Sara said. Knowing Sara, and Reg, and their history. Just knowing Reg, I added, "I couldn't agree more." Reg is great as a friend. But he really, really, really sucks at relationships. He'd nothing close to anyone I would ever be interested in - even if I wasn't married. My husband, Marcus, on the other hand, was everything I could have ever dreamed of and more. There was no romantic comparison between the two.  

Sara looked up at Jalil continuing questining, "Okay, so then why Scrappy?  Cause I was Sweetie..why the change?"

[Amorentia]

Dec. 4, 2009 at 10:51 AM

Peni Clearwater written by Amorentia. Marcus Flint written by shtteredprncess. Sara Black written by shtteredprncess. Blaise Zabini by Amorentia. Reg Black written by shtteredprncess. Jalil Clearwater written by Amorentia. Tori "Little Bit" Young written by Amorentia.

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