Hot in the Kitchen [Pinky]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/plainwhitebackground.jpg] He showed up right on time. He was dressed casually in jeans and a tee shirt. Luckily, he had managed to take a shower before jogging the short distance from his dorm to Pinky's. If the teachers caught him, he guessed he'd be in for a world of trouble. Did he care? Not in the least. He tapped his knuckles lightly against the door and adjusted the collar of his shirt. "Ohh, Pinkyyyyy.." He purred playfully, rocking back and forth upon the heels of his feet. His teeth nibbled along his lower lip. His torso twisted to and fro as he stretched out his muscles. Slender fingers shifted through his spiked hair, attempting to tame the wild strands. His body leaned against the frame of the door as he waited for the pink haired beauty to open it. "You don't need to go and dress up all fancy like for somethin' like this.."

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He chuckled quietly for a moment or so, shifting his hands into his back pockets. His eyes sparkled with mirth as warm, calloused hands ran along the flesh of his arm. He was trying to avoid the teachers that were wandering about. He felt like a fugitive, and he was getting anxious. Generally, he wasn't the type to stay in a relationship longer than a few months. The girl interested him and some part of him wanted to have it last. A quiet yawn left his lips.

He couldn't fathom why she wasn't opening the door. It's not like it took him long to take a shower, throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt. He glanced down at the shirt that clung to him like a second skin. The jeans were another matter. They fit loosely and rested low upon his hips. Slowly, his eyes traveled down towards the black sneakers that he always wore. He didn't look too bad, all considering.

On his wrist, clung a pink bracelet that proudly proclaimed, "boobies!" It wasn't a joke or a product of his crude humor. It was one of those breast cancer things. It had been something he had picked up a while back. It reminded him of something from his past, although he couldn't pinpoint it. His muscles stretched yet again. He wasn't one for patience.

His mind began to wander yet again. He couldn't help but wonder if she had maybe stood him up. The thought was a dumb one that should have never been born. He used one hand to rub the skin of his wrist. His body still ached from its previous shift, but he didn't complain about it. At least not out loud. A wry grin tugged at his lips.

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[pinkythoms]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] As Pinky shook her money maker in the shower, a thick lather of kiwi-scented shampoo bubbled ontop of her bright mane. She had a small, water-proof radio suction cupped to the wall just beneath the shower head, and she was blasting out an upbeat tune--practically yelling out the lyrics. She heard a faint noise--a knock on the door, maybe. Suspicions were confirmed when she heard a familiar, muffled voice penetrate the walls in her dormitory room. Squeaking in excitement, she rinsed her hair quickly and hopped out onto the terrycloth bathroom mat, leaving the shower on. Hastily wrapping up in a large, orange beachtowel, she hustled to the front door and attempted not to drip too much onto the floor. A flick of a lock, and access was granted. "Come in! I'll be out in a second, but you can hang out wherever you want." Her dorm room was one of the more lavish ones--complete with a kitchen, a small sitting room with a plasma television and blue suede couch, a rather large bathroom, and three bedrooms. Only one of the bedrooms showed signs of habitation. Pinky had lucked out this year; seniors had it good. After unlocking the door and welcoming Piscine, she pranced back into the bathroom before he could slip inside. She was fairly certain that Piscine was gentlemanly enough not to invade her bathroom privacy, but she snapped the lock anyway before she jumped into the shower--she wouldn't have minded his presence while she finished showering, but there was teasing, playful side of her that would enjoy denying any mischievous urges the young man might have been feeling. A quick round of conditioner, and a few minutes of simply dancing around underneath the hot water while waiting for AC/DC's "Thunderstruck" to finish playing, and then she ended her shower which had taken quite a while to accomplish--one had to treat shampooing and hair care very carefully when sporting bubblegum locks. She dried off quickly and opened the bathroom door, a cloud of steam rising up behind her as she ran pell-mell into the bedroom across the hall. She had a vague idea of what to wear. "Sorry, I'm running late," she guiltily acknowledged from the bedroom, knowing that Piscine was probably paying apt attention to any noise she was making. "I take really long showers." Black leggings--check; neon green tank top--check; fitted white hoodie--checkerooni. In seconds she was dressed and running back into the living room in frantic search of something. "Have you seen my rainbow socks?" she asked cheerily, bending to look underneath the entertainment center and then the couch. ((I'm glad to see you again, skittledoosie))

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[piscinepatel]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/plainwhitebackground.jpg] A chuckle sounded in his throat as he stepped over the threshold of the door, shutting it gently behind him. As his large frame leaned against the now closed door, his dark eyes flickered around with amusement. The tiger within registered the faint sound of a click. Well, she did say to make myself comfortable.. He wandered toward the kitchen, rummaging around for a cup of some sort so he could get a drink. His slender fingers finally curled around the smooth surface of a cup as he pulled it out and shut the door. He turned to the sink, turning on the water as he allowed the clear liquid to fill his cup. Once it was full, he shut off the water and leaned against the counter. For being a male, he had quite the obsessive–compulsive disorder. Some called him the younger version of a popular television character who was named Monk. He could see why the show had been cancelled. It wasn't a bad show, but he couldn't make heads or tails of it. All he saw was a foreign white dude with an afro who waved his hands around and had a major issue with germs and odd numbers. Then there was the blood tube fiasco. He may have been weird in many respects, but he was not an idiot. Sure, he goofed off a lot, but he also studied harder than he partied. He polished off the rest of his water and refilled his glass yet again, shutting off the water just as he did before. He drank slower than the first glass, that he had downed rather rapidly, while listening to the beating of his heart. His eyes caught the a colorful fabric just as Pinky barreled from the bathroom as if the hounds of hell were on her heels. He grunted in response to her softly spoken apology, moving toward the multicolored fabric. Slowly, he picked up the twin pairs of fabric, holding them delicately between two, slender fingers. "Would these be it?" He queried with a chuckle. He thought it was adorable how she flitted around, trying to doll herself up for what had to be the cheapest date in all of human history. A wry smile tugged at his lips as he moved towards her, offering her the socks with another chuckle of sorts. "I believe these are yours, darling."

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((Good to be back. Ha ha, poor Pi has to be the sweetest guy ever..))
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[pinkythoms]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] His voice was music to her ears, made all the better by the fact that he had her socks. Grasping them tightly in each fist, she returned his embrace and squeezed him tightly around his middle, resting her cheek against his chest. "Much better. I just need to dry my hair and I'll be ready." Sometimes, she was such a girl. His freshly-showered scent caught her, and she gave his shirt a sniff. "You showered just for little old me?" she asked, teasing his lower back with her fingers. Releasing his waist, she hopped on her left foot as she pulled her right sock on, then vice versa, before jetting back into the still-steaming bathroom to make some kind of sense of her hair. A bit of leave-in conditioner, entirely too much volumizing mousse, and an incredible amount of shining spray slicked her long pink tresses down as she flipped her head over and began blow-drying. Not only was Pinky's hair brightly-colored, it was also thick as all get-out and took a while to dry thoroughly--which was why she hardly ever did it. Today was no exception. She spent just enough time under the dryer to give her roots a fluffy boost, and then focused on ringing her eyes with black liner--completing her staple look. "I'm reaaaadyyyyyy," she sang out playfully, leaning against the bathroom's doorway. She paused in thought, and then corrected herself as she hurried back into her bedroom. "No I'm not--shoes." Luckily, on that particular day she had left her Uggs next to the wall instead of scattering them throughout the dormitory as usual. It took little time to pull them on, completely obscuring the rainbow socks she had so frantically searched for. "Alright. I think I'm ready, now." she muttered, placing her hands on her hips and surveying her room thoughtfully. Fairly sure that she was, in fact, done, she hopped back into the living room and pounced into Piscine's arms, wrapping her own securely around his neck and shoulders as she gave him a quick kiss on the nose. "So, what are we doing tonight?" she asked, folding her legs neatly around his hips. She wasn't worried about him dropping her, apparently. ((he totally is x3 he should teach a boyfriend class.))

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[piscinepatel]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/plainwhitebackground.jpg] He chortled quietly. He couldn't always be perfect, but he tried. He simply couldn't fathom why she had chosen to so much when they had only planned to stay in her dorm room. Hell, he'd taken a five minute shower, threw on a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, and tugged on some sneakers that he had owned for years. His idea of brushing his hair was rather typical of your average guy. Run your fingers through it and go out the door. He hadn't liked the thought of being late so he jogged all the way to her dorm, not that it had been a long jog for him. He'd done worse than a few hundred feeet. Both he and his tiger got some sort of a high from movement. He watched with amusement as she dashed to the bathroom. Before he could grunt, she had managed to fling herself into his arms. Luckily for both of them, he had quick reflexes. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to him. His nose gave a faint twitch as her lips pressed against it. He mulled over her question for several moments, debating on what they could do besides just cooking and tasting. Several things came to mind, but one was more pressing than the others. Maybe if they got that one done, they might have time to get to his other ideas. If not, they could always do them another day. He remained silent for several more moments, playfully dragging out the suspense that already filled the air. Even the beast within stirred with its own anxiety. Finally, he allowed words to form and tumble freely past his lips. "Well, I could always help you clean up so you're not scrambling to find things, darling." He mused aloud, deciding to keep his other ideas tucked in a pocket in a far corner of his mind for later use. He swung her around briefly, pressing his lips firmly to hers. If they got done in time, they could sit down and get to know each other a littel better. If not, it could wait a little longer. He didn't want to get in trouble for visiting his girlfriend in the girls dormitories where he obviously didn't belong. He also didn't want her to get in trouble. He couldn't figure out where the insane idea to have their date in her dormitory had come from, but it was certainly an interesting one. It made certain matters easier for him and other matters harder. A wry grin tugged at his lips. He could try and ask her to do several things, but he did have some measure of self-respect and respect for the girl that easily could have neutered him when he made a move on her at the beach. A quiet chuckle sounded in his throat. If worse came to worse, she could still kick him out of the room. He wouldn't try to force anything on her, though. ((Teach it? He'd own the class and be the only teacher. Then he'd be like, "I'm not gay..I'm happily taken..*Deep breath* I think.."))

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She was overjoyed to have company--especially of the male kind. Sure, she may have been breaking the rules by having a boy hanging out in the female dormitories, but she had no room-mates that would tattle on her, and plenty of places to hide Piscine if any nosy people showed up at her door out of the blue. Pinky rarely had visitors in the suite; she hosted many parties on a regular basis, but always had to do so outside of the dormitories, on the beach, or in town. This intimate one-on-one situation was exciting and new to her. Daintily, she lowered her toes to the ground and stood on their tips, relieving her new beau of her slight weight for the time being. "It is a little disorganized in here, isn't it?" she remarked as she cast a glance around the space. At times, she was too scatterbrained to keep things neat--by no means was it gross in the dorm--no rotting food or moldy odors, but things were very much out of place. "That might be a good idea." Returning his kiss quickly, she suddenly darted away and ducked behind a kitchen counter, on the hunt again. Amidst the clanging of pots and pans, she called out to him in a barely audible voice. "I was thinking that we could have fish? I really like fish--which is kind of weird since I sort of am a fish and all that, but it's probably my favorite food and I thought that maybe you'd like it too and I would really love to cook it for you," she rambled in one dreadfully long run-on sentence, as she normally did when excited. After finding the right skillet, she popped up from the counter and continued her one-sided conversation. "But if you don't want fish I could cook pork chops, and I think I might have some beef tenderloin somewhere, or chicken," she contemplated a moment, and then finished simply with a curt nod. All of that talking made her thirsty. Dropping the skillet to the countertop with a loud bang, she maneuvered to the refrigerator and produced from it a pitcher full of lemonade. In a comical attempt at bartending, she flipped a glass twice with both hands before pouring into it, raising the pitcher above her head and taking dreadful aim at the glass. It overfilled, of course, and splashed out in all directions. She seemed unfazed as she took a sip. "And, then, I'm thinking cake." ((he must have written the book on girl-pleasin' xD))

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