The Fic Without a Title

I had spent the afternoon cleaning myself up and preparing for tonight. Despite my dislike for the Dom, I couldn’t help but want to dress nice for him. When I was finished getting ready I took a look in my floor length mirror. I stood in a black hoodie over my dark red t-shirt, wearing one of the tightest pairs of skinny jeans I owned. I had debated for a while as to whether or not I would wear them, deciding on the former as my own little test for Frank. If he wanted me for my body, there was no way he’d be able to keep his hands off me all night. If he had the decency and self-control to respect my space, I might- might- give him a chance. If he jumps me, Mikey’ll rip him to shreds.

I smirked, watching the corners of my eyeliner rimmed eyes tilt upwards. I had smudged it just to my liking, showing off my eyes without making myself look like a panda. (Which I had accidentally done on more than one occasion…) I had even taken the liberty of brushing through my hair, untangling most of the knots. It was still rather messy and unkempt, but in a good way. A hot way.

Once I was satisfied with my looks, I grabbed a comic book and clomped up the stairs. Settling myself on the couch, I grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over me. I had been comfortably nestled into my spot for all of 30 seconds before there was a knock at the door. I groaned inwardly, not wanting to get up. Logically, my next action was to yell for Mikey.

“Mikey, your boy is here. Stop screwing with your hair and get the door!” He grumbled but stormed past me, yanking the door open. I ignored his rude greeting to Frank, now absorbed in my comic book. Seconds after Mikey had run back to his room, Frank came in. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch.

“Hey.” I muttered, barely glancing up to acknowledge his presence. Frank seemed to feel very awkward. It made me happy.

After another ten minutes I set my comic book down, throwing off the blanket and stretching. I could feel Frank’s eyes on me, and even with my back turned I could practically see his eyes widen. When I turned back he had averted his eyes, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

“So, Frank, is there anything I should know before I start cooking?” I asked, letting one of my hands rest on my hip.

“I’m a vegetarian, if that’s what you mean.” He shrugged a little.

“Okay. Vegetarian lasagna work for you? If it doesn’t, too bad, it’s what we’re eating.”

My comment earned a soft chuckle from him. “Lasagna sounds great. Do you cook often?”

“Kinda. My mom and I usually cook together, but she’s away on a business trip right now. So it’s just me. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go start dinner now. Don’t break anything.” I gave him a little flick of my wrist and sashayed out of the living room.

Within minutes I had the pasta and vegetables cooking. I had started to dice up tomatoes for the sauce when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

“Smells good.” The Dom over my shoulder murmured. I pulled a face, shrugging him off.

“Don’t touch me, okay? I thought you were Frank for a minute.” I glared at my younger brother.

“Sensitive much? Geez, I just complimented your cooking. I was only going to tell you that Pete should be here soon. Do you need any help with the food?”

“No thanks, I’ve got it. Besides, you couldn’t cook an edible meal if your life depended on it.” I smirked a bit, turning back around to stir the pasta.

“I am wounded!” Mikey feigned hurt, pouting at me. It was then that the doorbell rang.

“Get your ass outta here and go greet your mate.” I laughed, shoving him playfully. As he left, I called after him, “And no sex before dinner!”

“No promises!” He shouted back, and I could almost hear him grinning. Rolling my eyes, I went back to the food, only to find Frank standing nearby. His hands were in his pockets, and he was just watching quietly. I raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing, allowing him to watch me work. I could tell he was checking me out sometimes, but not once did he try to touch me. It made me smile.

“You know what Frank? C’mere.” I motioned cheerily, dicing up some onion and basil as well. He walked over, not nervously but with a sense of caution. I grabbed his hand, pulling him closer.

“You’re gonna help me cook!”

Notes

Yay :3

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