Title: Miss brown
Genre: original fic
Resume: Miss Brown cook dinner for her friends.
Beta: the so awesome and sexy woman frakkin_addict
Disclaimer: this original fic is own mine. Reference to people alive is pure accident.
Notes from the author: this fic is for the sublime thrace_adams who asked me for a original happy fic. Thanks so much ma chérie for asking that, it was a pure pleasure to write it, you been my muse. This is also for candy_belle , tartan_tarte and teach. You know why:)
Miss Brown enters the store with a sweet smile on her face and the company of the door’s crystal bells in rhythm with her steps. In the icy display, a beautiful variety of fish and sea food stand proudly before her. The voice of the fish merchant echoes through the shop: “Miss Brown! What can I do for you today?”
The fish merchant is a large man, with big hands and deep, dark eyes. When he speaks he has this delicious Mediterranean accent that brings you to the place where the sky is bluer and where spices flavor the air. For a moment Miss Brown forget the grey sky and the rain outside.
“Good afternoon Mister Fotopoulos, I need your best and freshest fish.”
“Ho! But my fish are always fresh, Miss Brown!”
Miss Brown smiles; she likes to play with him.
“I know Mister Fotopoulos, it’s just that tonight I’m cooking for few friends and I want it to go perfectly.”
On the offended fish merchant’s face, sparkles in the eyes and a smile suddenly appears. With his bonhomie back, the fish man claps his hands and declares with a joyous voice, “Dinner with friends? That’s the life! For you I have these delicious and most tender fish. I reserve these just for my better clients, especially the beautiful ones.”
Miss Brown feels happiness tickling her skin. Minutes later, she exits the store with fresh fish and seafood packed in her bags. She’ll keep with her the promise of spices and the blue sky from places she’s never seen.
When Miss Brown enters the fruit grocery she can’t restrain a delicate laugh that dances off her lips and exits like the wind from her mouth. At the sight of the apples and citrus her mind flies away to return to a certain Sunday afternoon, not so long ago, when she and her best friend had tried to cook pies. The result was not what she’d been expected, but the delirious moment they had was better. Miss Brown likes to smell fruit. She picks up a basket of raspberries, apples and grapes. Then she picks mangos because she likes the colour of the flesh. At the line for the cashier, she takes an orange and smell it until it’s her turn to pay. When she leaves, Miss Brown has the world in her bags.
The door of Miss Brown’s flat is blue. Miss Brown doesn’t like her door, but she thinks it’s not the door that is important, but the person who welcomes the visitors. Since four o’clock in the afternoon she’s been cleaning her home, cooking and singing loudly. Miss Brown is happy; in a few moments good friends will arrive. The wine and beer will flow, the laughs and the conversation will explode, and the food and music will be delicious. Inside Miss Brown’s heart, a flame of love burns with intense desire: Miss Brown knows that Marc will be there tonight. Marc, the beautiful Marc, the sexy Marc. When the thought of Marc appears in her mind, Miss Brown blushes. The last time she saw him, he had kissed her goodbye on her cheeks, almost on her lips. It was like the world had spun in a brutal storm around her and the stars that night had sparkled just for her.
At six o’clock precisely, the doorbell rings. Excitedly, Miss Brown looks at herself in the mirror beside the blue door
for one last time. She thinks she is gorgeous. When the blue door opens, her friends are there with their joy and love. One by one Miss Brown welcomes them in her arms. Then, Marc is there in front of her with flowers and wine. Miss Brown feels fire consuming her body. Marc’s smile lights his beautiful face. He kisses her on the cheeks, almost at her lips.
Miss Brown has a dinner tonight with her friends. The conversations are frenetic, laughs and happy yells fly in the air, foods and wine caress their mouths and good music makes their bodies move. Marc’s intense green eyes look at her and she feels suddenly so alive. Miss Brown is beautiful, and in her glorious happiness, she knows what love is.