Aloha, friends. This almost made it into my next 'Deleted Scenes', butI decided to include it in the main story. It gives you and intro to Monique's parents, who will be in the last chappie also. They were fun to work with, especially Mama J. Also gives a bit more backround on the Brickster. And it's fluffy as double thick toilet paper.I think. Anyhows, here ya go...
P.S. THANKS! to Bill Ponder, a.k.a. continentalline, for kinda giving me the idea for Brick & Monique.
Don't Touch My Monkey - Chapter 6
Monique's House, same night
"Then, you stiff armed a defensive end, and shot a bullet to Andre Washington, in the corner of the end zone…" Mr. Jenkins said dancing around an end table, tossing a pillow across the living room to the blond giant seated on his sofa. "…then the clock ran out, and that was that, ballgame, let the fat lady wail."
"Lamar! Don't you throw things in my house!" Mrs. Jenkins shouted from the kitchen.
"Hush, woman! We're talkin' football!" He shot back. "I can't figure out how she does that…" he grumbled, sinking into his easy chair.
"Yeah, Mr. J, that was one of my better games. State Championship and all." Brick shrugged, putting the pillow down. "I just saw Dre get open, and threw the ball."
"Shoot, you did more than just throw the ball, big boy. You won that game…" Mrs. Jenkins stated, walking in the room with a tray holding four bowls of homemade peach cobbler. "You called the plays, didn't you?"
"Some…" Brick replied, taking a bowl from Monique's Mom. "… Coach Barkin gives me some freedom. He still sends a lot of plays in though. Thanks, Mama J. Dinner was awesome."
"Yeah, my catfish is the bomb, I admit it." Mama J smiled. She liked this boy. Polite, and he seemed to honestly care for her daughter. "But wait till you taste this cobbler, it's my grandmama's recipe."
"Yeah, Brick, it's good. Bon-diggity good…" Monique chimed around a mouthful.
"Monique's a good cook too. You gotta hold her biscuits down, they so light!" Mr. J chipped in, nodding at the boy.
"Daddy…" Monique whined, embarrassed.
"It's true…" her father insisted. He liked Brick too. Reminded him of his self, sort of.
"I bet." Brick smiled at Monique. He turned back to her Father. "Hey Mr. J, I watched those tapes you gave me of your days at LSU. You were an awesome linebacker. You ran the show!"
"Yeah, woulda gone pro, if it hadn't been for my trick knee…" Mr. J said, nodding.
"Uh-huh. You got one letter from the Steelers, and ten million from law firms all around the country. Good thing I was there to set you straight." Mama J confirmed.
"Yeah, Daddy, good thing Mama was there, or you'd be in a wheelchair right now." Monique giggled.
"Hush child! Worse than yer Mama, I swear." Mr. J grunted. He turned to Brick. "I coulda gone pro, boy."
"No doubt. Coach Barkin is going to use some of your formations next season. He was so stoked to get those tapes." Brick answered.
"See! You women don't know, you just don't know…" Mr. J nodded.
"Oh, I know alright, ya big dummy…" Mama J stated, remembering. She turned to the kids.
Bernice Hamilton stood before a bulletin board in the halls of LSU, scanning the class listing.
'Tenth in his class, you go big boy!' She thought to herself, smiling.
"Hey hot mama, you lookin' sharp. You gonna braid my hair before the Clemson game?" came a overly-smooth voice from behind her. She spun around.
"Maybe…" she replied, looking at Lamar Jenkins. She shot her shapely hip out. "You gonna buy me dinner?"
"Sure, woman. Don't I always? Nobody braids like you, girl. Stays nice and tight, whole game." He responded, smiling wide. He was a senior, she a junior, and they had been semi-going out for weeks. He liked her, a lot. He was hoping that, soon, they would take it to the next level. He wanted her as his steady.
"Don't you forget it. You need it done now, lookin' all straggly." Smirked Bernice.
"What? I got strays? Shoot…" he said, his hands reaching up to pat his cornrows down.
"Don't touch it, big boy, you'll just make it worse…" Bernice said, moving in to fix his doo. "Why don't you just cut it low for football season? It will grow back…"
"No! I like my rows, and so do the ladies…" he joshed.
"Uh-huh. Whatever. Come over tonight, lemme run a pick through it, trim it up some. I want you looking tight."
You 'want me looking tight'? Whussup with that?" his smile widened.
"You're tenth in your class, big boy. Interviews, big law firms. You need to get a haircut." She purred, fixing his hair.
"Shoot, I'm goin' pro…" he said. He had no idea he would blow out his knee in the game this weekend. "Got a letter from the Steelers."
"Well, whatever. You need a backup plan too. Good thing you're book smart. You'll be a good lawyer, and you need to look the part." She stated.
"Yeah, well…" He gushed, flattered. "… thanks for lookin' out for me. But I got skills, girl, gonna take it to the show."
"Hmph. You need a back-up plan too. You answered any of those law firms?" she chided.
"Yeah, yeah, I did like you said. Got a meeting with Prudential next week." He replied, smirking. "Ain't gonna matter much, when I'm in the NFL."
"Maybe. Just be at my place, you need to ice down your knee too, and I can handle that and your hair at the same time. Understand, big boy?" Bernice stated, leaving no room for any lip.
"Yes ma'am." He smiled. "Thanks, Bernie. You always take good care of me. I like that."
"Don't you forget it, ya big dummy." She smiled seductively. "… 'sides, you can't take care of yourself. School, football, and such. You need a good woman. Behind every good man, is a good woman, they say. And she's probably holdin' him up."
"Smart enough to grab on to you…"Mr. J broke in, scooping cobbler into his mouth. "Best play I ever came up with…"
Brick and Monique smiled, looking at each other. She pushed a large spoonful of cobbler in his mouth, catching the overflow with her spoon, like a mother feeding a baby, shoveling it in.
"Ya big dummy…" she said, smiling, unconsciously using her Mother's words. "Can't even feed yourself. Open up, here comes the airplane, into the hanger…"
She fed him another spoonful. Mama J watched, smiling at her husband. He winked back at her, knowing.
"Still say I coulda gone pro…" he jested.
"You did. Professional big daddy…" Bernice smiled, letting her love show.
"Ooh! Time for 'Agony County'! Turn it on, daddy!" Monique cried.
"Yeah, Mr. J, Monique's got me hooked…" Brick said.
"Hope so…" he replied, tossing the boy the remote. Brick deftly caught it in one big paw. "… how's you're knees, boy?"
"Never mind that, Lamar. Brick, when you gonna bring your Daddy over for a good meal? I know you boys don't eat right." Mama J asked.
"Mama, have you noticed the size of my man? And his Daddy isn't much smaller. They eat good, trust me." Monique giggled.
"He said he'd be glad to come for dinner, Mama J. He just has to get a night off from the brokerage. Stocks are a full time thing for him." Brick smiled. He was proud of his Dad.
"Well, I'm gonna make fried chicken, Louisiana style, tomorrow night. Men like fried anything. Tell him that, and see if he doesn't jump." piped Mama J.
"Hush! It's starting…" Monique cried. "Bruce may tell Monica he loves her tonight…"
"Maybe he will…" Mama J stated, watching her daughter latch onto her big blond boyfriend. "Maybe he will. Let's go to the den, Lamar. Come on, help me clean up."
"His knees are good, Bernice…" Lamar said, smiling. "… I can tell."
"Come on, ya big dummy… let's leave them be." Mama J quietly grinned.
The happy parents disappeared into the kitchen.
The Possible House…"I can't believe to said that to my Dad…" Kim replied, smiling. She was on the phone with Ron, even though she had spent the whole day with him. "Weren't you scared?"
"Ah, yeah, beyond all belief, KP. I was freaking out. But he was cool, not cool like your Mom, but cool. He knows I love you. It's something we have in common, yerDad andI,that's all." Ron replied.
Kim surged, her heart racing. Her Ron loved her enough to stand up to her Dad. He was most def the man for her. He was in trouble next time she had him alone, big trouble. She was going to… rock his world.
"Wow. Ron, you've gotten so… confident. Me like…" she smiled, a sultry look on her face.
"Yeah, well, I am the Monkey Master. And, more important, I've got a bon-diggity girlfriend. Whom I've seen nekkid on two continents."
"Really…" Kim grinned. "What's she like?"
"Well…" Ron began, playing along. "…she has long pretty red hair, and a sweet pair of legs…"
"Oh…tell me more…" Kim purred.
"She has beautiful green eyes that can hypnotize with a glance…" Ron continued.
"She sounds very nice…" Kim smiled, biting on her finger coyishly.
"… and she's got a tight bootie you can bounce a quarter off of…" he went on, nonchalantly.
"Ronald Stoppable! Naughty boy…" Kim snickered.
"…and the tastiest little round pointy ti –
"Ron!" Kim giggled, hugging herself.
"What? … with tiny pinkish brown nip –
"Ronny!" Kim laughed, blushing.
"I'm just sayin', KP. She likes it when I bite –
Kim squealed girlishly, laughing so hard her tummy hurt. "Ronald Dean! Do I have to come over there and smack you?"
Ron thought about it. "Naw, it's late. Maybe tomorrow. So what's this I hear about you struttin' around town with some handsome, suave blond stud?"
"Oh… yes, him…" Kim stated, catching her breath. "Well, the rumors are true. He's a dashing adventurous type, you know, saves the world repeatedly, has a place in Japan, likes exotic pets…"
"Woo, if I swung that way, he sounds fabulous…" Ron lisped.
"He is. He's got a to die for boyish grin, and cute big ears… and that's not all that's big…" Kim smirked.
"Do tell, Kimilia…" Ron laughed, manly.
"… yes, he's a master chef, but he doesn't use recipes, he prefers to create. Have you heard of the Naco, by chance?" she asked. "His."
"Oh they're so good…" Ron agreed whole-heartedly.
"You should try his hand tossed pizza wraps… Pizzaco's, he calls them. I enjoy his large sausage." She smirked, low in her throat. She enjoyed toying with him.
"Hmm, uh, yeah, well…" Ron stumbled.
"I can take a whole wrap in my mouth at once. Most couldn't, but, well, anything's possible for a Possible." She teased huskily.
"Oh-k… KP…" Ron stammered, his own voice lowered. "Stop."
"What? He's a good cook, trust me. Plus, he's an animal in bed. Many simian-like qualities, which are quite enjoyable…" Kim breathed. "He calls me his 'Princess', and says a royals wishes should always be satisfied. Which he does. Over and over again, please and thank you…"
"… god, I am going to… next time…" Ron grunted.
"What Ronny?" Kim innocently asked, smiling.
"You… are bad, KP." Ron growled roughly. "I want you, right now. Damn."
"Sorry my Monkey Master, you'll have to wait…truly sorry…" Kim toned softly. "But the feeling is mutual. I love you… you make me feel like I can do… anything."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. You make me feel… like a man. Not a 'grown up', but like a man. Thanks, KP." Ron honestly admitted. "That was nice. Silly-nice."
"Oh, Ronny…" she sighed. "… I wish you were here. I'm too sore to… you know, but I still wish you were here. Just to hold me…"
'Kimmie, hang up the phone…' she heard in her mind. She immediately pressed the end button on her phone, her sleepy eyes glowing blue.
'Ronny… ?" she thought, grinning sleepily.
'Hi KP. I guess distance isn't a problem anymore…' Ron sent.
His mind embraced hers, holding her close. She got up off her bed, and took her PJ's off, climbing under her bedding naked.
'…night Ronny… I love you.' she thought, smiling warmly.
'Night KP… you're the best, love you." Ron smiled in his bedroom, climbing in bed, also bare. 'I really love you. You're my best friend. Always.'
She held him close through the Power. 'Always, my Ronny. Always.'
Rufus rolled over, in his habitat in Ron's room, getting a tickle in his belly. His dream-mind smiled contentedly, his sleeping body mimicking his thoughts. His boy, and His girl. He loved them. He loved everybody, her birth people, his birth people. Even his girls birth brothers. Even their pack, their other boys and girls too. He just loved. Period. Peaceful, loving goodness echoed through his tiny brain.
"Hnk, always…" he mumbled, smiling his goofy mole rat grin.
Back at Monique's...
The handsome actor spoke, his voice a rough whisper.
'Monica… I want you to, be my…' Bruce stated, longing.
'Yes?' Monica stated. Her eyes went hungry. 'What?'
Monique hugged Bricks big arm tightly. "He's gonna ask her…" she sighed.
"Yah… I think he is…" Brick replied, his hand on her thigh, squeezing.
'My wife… will you marry me?' the dark haired actor versed.
'YES!' claimed the perky blond woman on the TV. '… oh Bruce…'. The picture faded to commercial.
"Oh my god…" Monique breathed, climbing onto Bricks lap, snuggling.
"Wow…" Brick breathed, cuddling her tightly. His hand wrapped protectively across her bottom, squeezing lightly, tenderly.
"That's so…" Monique stated, cupping his chin.
"Yeah…" Brick whispered, his lips meeting hers, eyes closing.
They kissed deeply, lost in the long embrace. Monique put her hands around his thick neck, moaning softly as she sucked on his tongue. When they finally parted, Brick looked into her almond eyes.
"Mo, I think I…" he started, stopping shyly.
"What, Brick… tell me…" Monique said, ready to hear what he had to say.
"Yah, I don't wanna scare you…" He stated.
"You don't scare me, Brick. You don't scare me at all." She answered softly.
"I think I love you, Monique. I've never had as much fun with any girl. I've never been able to just… be 'Brick'." He admitted timidly.
Monique beamed, touching his face. "Brick… that's so sweet. I like 'just Brick'. You… I… we… I love you too, Brick Flagg. Big boy. My boy."
He smiled his real smile at her. He reached up and undid the cross and chain he always wore around his neck. His Mom had given it to him on his thirteenth birthday, just months before she passed. He fastened it around Monique's neck.
"Looks good…" he grinned wider.
"Brick, this was from your Mama. I can't take –
"Yeah you can. Take it. Don't argue. Just… wear it for me, Ok?" He quickly replied, he face serious.
She smiled, drawing in a deep, happy breath, her bosom swelling proudly. She kissed him again, lovingly, and then hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Brick. I love it. I love you."
He rubbed her back, smiling again as she latched on to him. "Love you, babe."
She pulled back, her face glowing. Giving him a quick kiss, she whispered, smirking. "Let's go eat the rest of the cobbler, It's even better when it's cold."
Brick grinned. "God, I love you."
He stood up, the small smiling girl cradled in his arms, her hands wrapping around his neck, and headed to the Jenkin's kitchen.
end - How long will Monique make wait Brick wait to get the the next level? How strong is Ron's power getting? Does cold cobbler taste better than warm? Will Bruce and Monica make it? Was Mama J's catfish baked or fried? Tune in next time to learn these secrets and more, on 'Don't Touch My Monkey'! Only a few more chappies left... THANKS!