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Step By Step: Fan Fic: A Terrific Ride
Title: A Terrific Ride
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Step By Step
Character/Pairing: Rich/Dana, Frank/Carol
Rating: Soft R/M
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fan_flashworks #148: Up and 1_million_words Thursday Tropes: Love on Four Legs, as in a desk or, in this case, a washing machine ;-)
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,465
Date Written: 5 March, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Dana's eyebrows raise as she slips into the kitchen before the herd can get home. She heads for an apple and a cold glass of milk but stops when she hears her mother's voice. "Frank!" She's sadly grown accustomed to her mother's screeching, but there's something different about her voice today. It seems to warble, almost as though she's being shaken by something.
Dana knows she doesn't want to know. She really doesn't. Perhaps it's the curiosity that killed the cat or the same, impulsive need she's read about that some people have that make them look at a car wreck when they know they don't want to see the damaged and dead bodies. Whatever the reason, Dana follows the voice into the doorway of their basement and stops in her tracks when she sees her mother and Frank.
The rugged handyman has her mother lifted onto the washing machine and -- Dana drops her apple -- is plunging into her along with the rhythm of the shaking machine. Dana's face pales, and she races from the basement, swearing she'll never use that machine again or even step foot into the basement. She hears her mother calling, and she just runs harder until she's behind her bedroom door and it's safely locked to the outside world.
She sighs and drops herself onto her bed. She's got homework to do, but she'll be damned if she's going into the kitchen or setting foot anywhere else close to her mother and her husband. She rolls her eyes as she wonders yet again why on Earth Carol had to choose Frank Lambert, of all lumberjack wannabes, as her next husband. But then she smiles as she thinks of her own boyfriend.
The entire school body doesn't understand what she sees in Rich Halke any more than she can comprehend what her mother has found in Frank, but Dana knows what he does to her. There's just something about his touch that makes her sizzle from head to toe and sends all her good sense out of the proverbial window. Frank must have the same effect on her mother: One touch, and she's putty in his hands.
She could wish for a better father figure. God knows she has, but He chose Frank for her and her mother. Frank has been there, too, for her. He's understood her sometimes better than Carol ever has, and he and Cody had her back that night -- that night she was -- Dana shakes her head forcibly, gulping down the lump that's forming in her throat. She can't think about what almost happened. The important thing is that it didn't happen, and Frank was almost as integral as the crazy Code-Man in making sure she wasn't hurt that night.
Dana smiles, accepting, silently, that Frank isn't really all that bad. She can hear the herd arriving, but she knows Rich will be among all her brothers and sisters. She's lucky her parents let him live under the same roof, even if it is because he's rooming with JT and not her. She'll not let him get anywhere he shouldn't, however, until they're married and she's graduated.
She hopes he graduates, too, but she can't force him through college. He'd damn sure better get an A on that next test in school, however, or there would be no kissing for a week. She sighs, thinking of the punishment of which she warned him. It's going to be as terrible for her as it will be for him if he fails, but she has to enforce the need for good grades on him. His parents certainly never did.
And that's another place where Frank has come in handy, she thinks. He's been more of a father to Rich than his own father ever was, and she knows that's the real reason her parents allow him to live with them. They know he has nothing to which to go home, nothing good, at least, but here, he's loved. Here, they're all loved.
That's something she has to give both Frank and Carol. There are too many parents, like Rich's, who don't care about their children. With as many kids as they have, it would be easy to let one of them slip through the cracks, but Dana knows they don't. They love them all in their own way. Frank even tries to take up "man time" with Mark, and Carol's tried more than once to turn Al into a lady. Dana smirks. Neither's going to happen. Mark should've been born a girl, and Al a boy. But that wasn't to be, and they still love them all the same.
Dana rolls from her bed as she hears feet pounding up the staircase. She opens the door just in time to have Karen drift by her, her head in the clouds as usual. Dana shakes her own head, wondering how Karen missed the brains that runs in their family, and heads to the kitchen. Carol looks up instantly upon her entrance from the dishes she's washing. "Dana, I -- "
"No, Mom," Dana says, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked. I should have known better." She shrugs. "You guys need a little privacy sometimes."
"But in a house full of kids," Carol points out, "Frank has to learn to control his impulses."
Frank does control his impulses, unbeknownst to both ladies. He puts down the towel he's using to dry dishes rather than hit Carol in her butt with it. He still oogles, but his gaze is unseen by both women. He walks up beside her, drapes an arm around her waist, and pulls her close. "That's not what you were saying earlier," he comments, nibbling her elbow.
"Frank!" Carol exclaims, slapping soapy water at him. "Stop that! They don't need to see that!"
"They're old enough now, Carol. They need to start taking lessons."
"Frank Lambert!"
Frank laughs and nips his wife's neck. Dana rolls her eyes again and is just turning away once more when Rich enters the kitchen. She watches as he takes a big bite out of the apple he's carrying, the same apple, she suspects, she dropped in the basement. That thought brings her back to the washing machine and the way Frank and Carol were using it earlier.
Frank's still got her mother distracted. Dana doesn't speak one word more. Instead, she just grabs Rich's wrist and whisks him back downstairs. "Baby, what's going on?" he asks, but she still doesn't answer. "Where's the fire?"
The fire, she knows, is in every woman when touched by her right man and in every man in the arms of a woman. She's careful to lock the basement door behind them, something Carol and Frank should have done had they really wanted their privacy, then leads him on where another load of clothes is washing. She turns, pressing her back against the machine, and drapes her arms over Rich's shoulder.
"Hmm. I like where this is going!" He waggles his eyebrows at her, and she laughs, for once not thinking of homework, her studies, or school in any way. She's only thinking of him. She leans down and kisses him, long and deep, her tongue sliding promisingly against his teeth. Then she pulls his hands to her waist and lets him help her up onto the washing machine.
It's vibrating now, and its vibrations shake her body in a rather delicious way. Rich's hands caressing her back through the thin material of her blouse feel far more delicious. She wraps her long legs around him and pulls him closer. If her mother could see her now, she'd have a fit, but she's not doing anything wrong. This is as far as she'll let Rich get until their marriage. She has a plan for them both, after all, and nothing will deter that plan.
But it doesn't mean they can't have fun along the way. The machine shakes her, and Rich makes her feel like she's flying. She kisses him, drowning out his moans and her own cries that want to leap from deep within her. Yes, sometimes, waiting until marriage does seem like a punishment for them both, but it won't be. Their wedding night will be the most awesome night of their lives, but it'll be worth the wait.
They have to be educated to have the kind of lives she wants for them both, but even so, it doesn't mean they can't have a little peek into their honeymoon. The washing machine starts to rock, and Dana bobs against Rich. She can feel his manhood pressing against her through their jeans, but she stays strong. Still, a moan escapes her, long, low, and sweet. Oh, what a terrific ride their honeymoon will be!
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Step By Step
Character/Pairing: Rich/Dana, Frank/Carol
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge/Prompt:
fan_flashworks #148: Up and 1_million_words Thursday Tropes: Love on Four Legs, as in a desk or, in this case, a washing machine ;-)Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,465
Date Written: 5 March, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Dana's eyebrows raise as she slips into the kitchen before the herd can get home. She heads for an apple and a cold glass of milk but stops when she hears her mother's voice. "Frank!" She's sadly grown accustomed to her mother's screeching, but there's something different about her voice today. It seems to warble, almost as though she's being shaken by something.
Dana knows she doesn't want to know. She really doesn't. Perhaps it's the curiosity that killed the cat or the same, impulsive need she's read about that some people have that make them look at a car wreck when they know they don't want to see the damaged and dead bodies. Whatever the reason, Dana follows the voice into the doorway of their basement and stops in her tracks when she sees her mother and Frank.
The rugged handyman has her mother lifted onto the washing machine and -- Dana drops her apple -- is plunging into her along with the rhythm of the shaking machine. Dana's face pales, and she races from the basement, swearing she'll never use that machine again or even step foot into the basement. She hears her mother calling, and she just runs harder until she's behind her bedroom door and it's safely locked to the outside world.
She sighs and drops herself onto her bed. She's got homework to do, but she'll be damned if she's going into the kitchen or setting foot anywhere else close to her mother and her husband. She rolls her eyes as she wonders yet again why on Earth Carol had to choose Frank Lambert, of all lumberjack wannabes, as her next husband. But then she smiles as she thinks of her own boyfriend.
The entire school body doesn't understand what she sees in Rich Halke any more than she can comprehend what her mother has found in Frank, but Dana knows what he does to her. There's just something about his touch that makes her sizzle from head to toe and sends all her good sense out of the proverbial window. Frank must have the same effect on her mother: One touch, and she's putty in his hands.
She could wish for a better father figure. God knows she has, but He chose Frank for her and her mother. Frank has been there, too, for her. He's understood her sometimes better than Carol ever has, and he and Cody had her back that night -- that night she was -- Dana shakes her head forcibly, gulping down the lump that's forming in her throat. She can't think about what almost happened. The important thing is that it didn't happen, and Frank was almost as integral as the crazy Code-Man in making sure she wasn't hurt that night.
Dana smiles, accepting, silently, that Frank isn't really all that bad. She can hear the herd arriving, but she knows Rich will be among all her brothers and sisters. She's lucky her parents let him live under the same roof, even if it is because he's rooming with JT and not her. She'll not let him get anywhere he shouldn't, however, until they're married and she's graduated.
She hopes he graduates, too, but she can't force him through college. He'd damn sure better get an A on that next test in school, however, or there would be no kissing for a week. She sighs, thinking of the punishment of which she warned him. It's going to be as terrible for her as it will be for him if he fails, but she has to enforce the need for good grades on him. His parents certainly never did.
And that's another place where Frank has come in handy, she thinks. He's been more of a father to Rich than his own father ever was, and she knows that's the real reason her parents allow him to live with them. They know he has nothing to which to go home, nothing good, at least, but here, he's loved. Here, they're all loved.
That's something she has to give both Frank and Carol. There are too many parents, like Rich's, who don't care about their children. With as many kids as they have, it would be easy to let one of them slip through the cracks, but Dana knows they don't. They love them all in their own way. Frank even tries to take up "man time" with Mark, and Carol's tried more than once to turn Al into a lady. Dana smirks. Neither's going to happen. Mark should've been born a girl, and Al a boy. But that wasn't to be, and they still love them all the same.
Dana rolls from her bed as she hears feet pounding up the staircase. She opens the door just in time to have Karen drift by her, her head in the clouds as usual. Dana shakes her own head, wondering how Karen missed the brains that runs in their family, and heads to the kitchen. Carol looks up instantly upon her entrance from the dishes she's washing. "Dana, I -- "
"No, Mom," Dana says, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked. I should have known better." She shrugs. "You guys need a little privacy sometimes."
"But in a house full of kids," Carol points out, "Frank has to learn to control his impulses."
Frank does control his impulses, unbeknownst to both ladies. He puts down the towel he's using to dry dishes rather than hit Carol in her butt with it. He still oogles, but his gaze is unseen by both women. He walks up beside her, drapes an arm around her waist, and pulls her close. "That's not what you were saying earlier," he comments, nibbling her elbow.
"Frank!" Carol exclaims, slapping soapy water at him. "Stop that! They don't need to see that!"
"They're old enough now, Carol. They need to start taking lessons."
"Frank Lambert!"
Frank laughs and nips his wife's neck. Dana rolls her eyes again and is just turning away once more when Rich enters the kitchen. She watches as he takes a big bite out of the apple he's carrying, the same apple, she suspects, she dropped in the basement. That thought brings her back to the washing machine and the way Frank and Carol were using it earlier.
Frank's still got her mother distracted. Dana doesn't speak one word more. Instead, she just grabs Rich's wrist and whisks him back downstairs. "Baby, what's going on?" he asks, but she still doesn't answer. "Where's the fire?"
The fire, she knows, is in every woman when touched by her right man and in every man in the arms of a woman. She's careful to lock the basement door behind them, something Carol and Frank should have done had they really wanted their privacy, then leads him on where another load of clothes is washing. She turns, pressing her back against the machine, and drapes her arms over Rich's shoulder.
"Hmm. I like where this is going!" He waggles his eyebrows at her, and she laughs, for once not thinking of homework, her studies, or school in any way. She's only thinking of him. She leans down and kisses him, long and deep, her tongue sliding promisingly against his teeth. Then she pulls his hands to her waist and lets him help her up onto the washing machine.
It's vibrating now, and its vibrations shake her body in a rather delicious way. Rich's hands caressing her back through the thin material of her blouse feel far more delicious. She wraps her long legs around him and pulls him closer. If her mother could see her now, she'd have a fit, but she's not doing anything wrong. This is as far as she'll let Rich get until their marriage. She has a plan for them both, after all, and nothing will deter that plan.
But it doesn't mean they can't have fun along the way. The machine shakes her, and Rich makes her feel like she's flying. She kisses him, drowning out his moans and her own cries that want to leap from deep within her. Yes, sometimes, waiting until marriage does seem like a punishment for them both, but it won't be. Their wedding night will be the most awesome night of their lives, but it'll be worth the wait.
They have to be educated to have the kind of lives she wants for them both, but even so, it doesn't mean they can't have a little peek into their honeymoon. The washing machine starts to rock, and Dana bobs against Rich. She can feel his manhood pressing against her through their jeans, but she stays strong. Still, a moan escapes her, long, low, and sweet. Oh, what a terrific ride their honeymoon will be!
The End