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February 25: a measure of beauty/ The Incredibles
Title: Measured in Kisses
Day/Theme: February 25: a measure of beauty
Series: The Incredibles
Character/Pairing: Bob Parr/Helen Parr
Rating: PG
Her best days weren’t behind her yet, she told herself, squinting into the bathroom mirror. The skin cream commercial on TV said that elasticity in the skin was the first thing to go with age. She could still reach all the way to the baby’s room and rub little Jackjack’s back without getting out of her own bed in the middle of the night. That wasn’t a problem yet.
She had found a silver hair in with the red last month. That hadn’t been a big deal either. She had even wondered for a moment if she would look as alluring with silvery hair as Mirage did. She couldn’t help but worry about her powers though. Would they start to deteriorate as she got older?
Would she just lose her powers? Become a normal old woman? That wasn’t so bad. She could just buy a cane or umbrella to poke things with from a distance if she wanted to. But what if she lost ALL of her elasticity? What if her body just pooled out to its limit and she became some horrible, hideous, rubber doll thing with no control over her shape, flopping around like an elderly, boneless fish? What would she do then?
Her eyes had gone wide at her imaginings and she realized it when she refocused on her reflection. She had to laugh then, and ran a hand through her wet hair, pulling it back behind her ear to drip on her neck instead of her cheek.
If it came to that, I could get E to make me an outfit that would hold me into shape. Any shape. E could do it. A full-body foundation garment that would have me looking like I did at my peak! She turned to look at herself in profile, sucking in her tummy and arching her back. Curves might be a little softer, not quite as stream-lined, but it wasn’t like she was wearing spandex for a living anymore. Nothing that a little draping of lace wouldn’t be tantalizing on.
She gave herself a stretch, arching her back into a graceful shape that put her head up near the light fixture. She twisted like taffy, her sea-foam green towel twining with her into a peppermint stick spiral. She pulled it as tight as she could to see how long she could hold it. It was more a matter of how long she could hold her breath. The spiraling torso was hard to breath through. Still, a good four minutes ticked by before she started to feel the strain and unwound herself gently.
There. That wasn’t so bad, was it? She smiled at her reflection. There are some laugh lines around the eyes now, but am I really supposed to regret those? I don’t think so.
She sat on the edge of the sink to rub some lotion on her legs. She wished she had brought the radio into the bathroom with her for the shower. Music would be nice. Hm. Well, maybe she could snag the one from Bob’s office.
Keeping her seat on the sink, she sent an arm out to open the door and then down the hall. Her fingers ghosted lightly down the wall to the door and felt around for the doorknob. It opened with a click she could barely hear and she reached a little further for the little radio she knew was on the end table by the lamp.
A hand suddenly seized her wrist and she gasped. Lips brushed against her fingers. Bob must’ve come in while she was in the shower. More kisses began to land in a little trail up her arm and she heard the shuffle of feet on the hall carpet. Her free hand started to smooth her wet hair down some more and tried to arrange the towel a little better around her cleavage.
The kisses had reached her elbow and she felt a light nip there. That always made her squeak and she could feel the soft chuckle against her skin as he heard it. She was fumbling for some lip gloss and managed to get some on, then toss the applicator out of sight as her husband peeked into the crack of the open door.
He looked a little wide-eyed at the sight of her, shower-fresh and draped in only a towel. He was still holding her hand as he smooched his way up her arm. She felt a warm flutter at the silly grin that pulled at his lips, even as he let them press against her skin again. The last set of kisses from bicep to mouth went much more quickly than the others had.
“Fifty-seven kisses from hand to hot mama is entirely too far,” he said, wrapping his own beefy arms around her and kissing her again.
“Are you complaining?” she pretended to huff, setting her hands on her hips. The movement made her towel slip. His grin made his own laugh lines crinkle, but a very boyish blush was turning his ears pink.
“Not in a hundred years,” he chuckled, and the kiss trail started again down her neck. “It’s well-worth the trip.”
Day/Theme: February 25: a measure of beauty
Series: The Incredibles
Character/Pairing: Bob Parr/Helen Parr
Rating: PG
Her best days weren’t behind her yet, she told herself, squinting into the bathroom mirror. The skin cream commercial on TV said that elasticity in the skin was the first thing to go with age. She could still reach all the way to the baby’s room and rub little Jackjack’s back without getting out of her own bed in the middle of the night. That wasn’t a problem yet.
She had found a silver hair in with the red last month. That hadn’t been a big deal either. She had even wondered for a moment if she would look as alluring with silvery hair as Mirage did. She couldn’t help but worry about her powers though. Would they start to deteriorate as she got older?
Would she just lose her powers? Become a normal old woman? That wasn’t so bad. She could just buy a cane or umbrella to poke things with from a distance if she wanted to. But what if she lost ALL of her elasticity? What if her body just pooled out to its limit and she became some horrible, hideous, rubber doll thing with no control over her shape, flopping around like an elderly, boneless fish? What would she do then?
Her eyes had gone wide at her imaginings and she realized it when she refocused on her reflection. She had to laugh then, and ran a hand through her wet hair, pulling it back behind her ear to drip on her neck instead of her cheek.
If it came to that, I could get E to make me an outfit that would hold me into shape. Any shape. E could do it. A full-body foundation garment that would have me looking like I did at my peak! She turned to look at herself in profile, sucking in her tummy and arching her back. Curves might be a little softer, not quite as stream-lined, but it wasn’t like she was wearing spandex for a living anymore. Nothing that a little draping of lace wouldn’t be tantalizing on.
She gave herself a stretch, arching her back into a graceful shape that put her head up near the light fixture. She twisted like taffy, her sea-foam green towel twining with her into a peppermint stick spiral. She pulled it as tight as she could to see how long she could hold it. It was more a matter of how long she could hold her breath. The spiraling torso was hard to breath through. Still, a good four minutes ticked by before she started to feel the strain and unwound herself gently.
There. That wasn’t so bad, was it? She smiled at her reflection. There are some laugh lines around the eyes now, but am I really supposed to regret those? I don’t think so.
She sat on the edge of the sink to rub some lotion on her legs. She wished she had brought the radio into the bathroom with her for the shower. Music would be nice. Hm. Well, maybe she could snag the one from Bob’s office.
Keeping her seat on the sink, she sent an arm out to open the door and then down the hall. Her fingers ghosted lightly down the wall to the door and felt around for the doorknob. It opened with a click she could barely hear and she reached a little further for the little radio she knew was on the end table by the lamp.
A hand suddenly seized her wrist and she gasped. Lips brushed against her fingers. Bob must’ve come in while she was in the shower. More kisses began to land in a little trail up her arm and she heard the shuffle of feet on the hall carpet. Her free hand started to smooth her wet hair down some more and tried to arrange the towel a little better around her cleavage.
The kisses had reached her elbow and she felt a light nip there. That always made her squeak and she could feel the soft chuckle against her skin as he heard it. She was fumbling for some lip gloss and managed to get some on, then toss the applicator out of sight as her husband peeked into the crack of the open door.
He looked a little wide-eyed at the sight of her, shower-fresh and draped in only a towel. He was still holding her hand as he smooched his way up her arm. She felt a warm flutter at the silly grin that pulled at his lips, even as he let them press against her skin again. The last set of kisses from bicep to mouth went much more quickly than the others had.
“Fifty-seven kisses from hand to hot mama is entirely too far,” he said, wrapping his own beefy arms around her and kissing her again.
“Are you complaining?” she pretended to huff, setting her hands on her hips. The movement made her towel slip. His grin made his own laugh lines crinkle, but a very boyish blush was turning his ears pink.
“Not in a hundred years,” he chuckled, and the kiss trail started again down her neck. “It’s well-worth the trip.”