big momma's house
Title: licensed
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: nana/raina
Word Count: 500
Summary: raina's going on a date. inspired by hannah montana.
“So I’m going on a date,” Raina announces, standing in the doorway of Nana’s bedroom. She crosses the invisible boundary and steps on a book the size of a fruit. She wiggles her toes before leaning down to rip it off, and Nana registers this in her head.
“Baby boy names? You’re not pregnant, right?” Raina asks, flipping through the book.
Nana throws her hair back and laughs, clutching her stomach. “Do I look pregnant?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re one of those skinny people that don’t really look pregnant until it’s seven months.”
“Go on your date, Raina.”
“Can you do my makeup first? You’re good at that stuff. You’re licensed.”
Raina watches for any reaction that Nana’s mirrored reflection indicates. Tired of waiting for vital signs(eyes blinking, eyebrows twitching, mouth changing shape), Raina turns on her foot to leave.
“Come sit,” Nana calls out, pulling up an empty chair. Raina switches direction and falls into the chair set out for her. With the biggest brush, Nana splashes her with blush.
“You look good,” Nana says next to all the opened jars and lip gloss tubes.
“You really think so?” Raina says. “I haven’t gone on a date in forever.”
“I’m sure. He’ll gawk at you. He’ll pay for everything. Now go before I-fall asleep on you or something.”
Raina smiles, before exiting herself and leaving Nana standing beside her makeup. After she’s gone, Nana opens her drawers. She picks up the makeup with one hand, and tries snatching up the matching caps. But her hands keep missing them, and she sighs at the bad target practice. A second passes, and she scoops everything up in her arms, and closes the drawer with her knee. On the way out of her room, she trips on an open page of the baby names book. She takes a moment to outline the letters of the name with her toe.
“Sorry if this is an awkward first thing to say, but you’re really beautiful.”
Raina smiles, making her reddish cheeks look realistic. “No, that’s not awkward at all. New to hear, but not awkward.”
“I’m sure people tell you that all the time. Or think it in their heads.”
“We should go to our table,” Raina says, still grinning. “Is Sam short for anything, by the way?”
“No, that’s really my full name. Hey, is that a candlelight on our table?”
“Yeah. It is.”
“Where’s a waiter? I’m going to tell him to remove it.”
“Why?”
“My face will get hot,” Nana stammers, and strokes her glued-on mustache.
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: nana/raina
Word Count: 500
Summary: raina's going on a date. inspired by hannah montana.
“So I’m going on a date,” Raina announces, standing in the doorway of Nana’s bedroom. She crosses the invisible boundary and steps on a book the size of a fruit. She wiggles her toes before leaning down to rip it off, and Nana registers this in her head.
“Baby boy names? You’re not pregnant, right?” Raina asks, flipping through the book.
Nana throws her hair back and laughs, clutching her stomach. “Do I look pregnant?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re one of those skinny people that don’t really look pregnant until it’s seven months.”
“Go on your date, Raina.”
“Can you do my makeup first? You’re good at that stuff. You’re licensed.”
Raina watches for any reaction that Nana’s mirrored reflection indicates. Tired of waiting for vital signs(eyes blinking, eyebrows twitching, mouth changing shape), Raina turns on her foot to leave.
“Come sit,” Nana calls out, pulling up an empty chair. Raina switches direction and falls into the chair set out for her. With the biggest brush, Nana splashes her with blush.
“You look good,” Nana says next to all the opened jars and lip gloss tubes.
“You really think so?” Raina says. “I haven’t gone on a date in forever.”
“I’m sure. He’ll gawk at you. He’ll pay for everything. Now go before I-fall asleep on you or something.”
Raina smiles, before exiting herself and leaving Nana standing beside her makeup. After she’s gone, Nana opens her drawers. She picks up the makeup with one hand, and tries snatching up the matching caps. But her hands keep missing them, and she sighs at the bad target practice. A second passes, and she scoops everything up in her arms, and closes the drawer with her knee. On the way out of her room, she trips on an open page of the baby names book. She takes a moment to outline the letters of the name with her toe.
“Sorry if this is an awkward first thing to say, but you’re really beautiful.”
Raina smiles, making her reddish cheeks look realistic. “No, that’s not awkward at all. New to hear, but not awkward.”
“I’m sure people tell you that all the time. Or think it in their heads.”
“We should go to our table,” Raina says, still grinning. “Is Sam short for anything, by the way?”
“No, that’s really my full name. Hey, is that a candlelight on our table?”
“Yeah. It is.”
“Where’s a waiter? I’m going to tell him to remove it.”
“Why?”
“My face will get hot,” Nana stammers, and strokes her glued-on mustache.