Who's Stanford [Stanley x OC x Stanford]

9

Ford prepared his kitchen, having to look through all the cabinets to find a baking dish. He'd taken off his tan coat and the black belt on his chest, the sleeves of his red turtleneck rolled up to his forearms. When he took the knife from the sink, Ford jolted at the sound of the door opening and flung the knife in the intruders direction. But when he turned to see who it was, he saw the knife stuck in the door with Lucile just barely out of the way.

"Wow. You really know how to romance a gal." She said in a dry tone, placing a grocery bag on the table before pulling the knife from the door.

He let out a sigh of relief seeing she wasn't hit in any way. "Please accept my deepest apologies, but you really shouldn't be walking into the house without any warning" he said, taking the ingredients out of her bag.

"I haven't knocked on Stans door in like 20 years, usually I don't have to worry about knives being thrown at my head." Lucile took a second, watching him prepare the vegetables for a second. "I'm gonna go swipe some alcohol from Stan's room" she kissed his cheek and walking upstairs to the bedroom. Searching through all his usual hiding spots until she found a bottle of wine under his bed. A tag around the cork saying 'in case of hot date'. Lucile laughed and rolled her eyes. "Stanley Pines you shining liquor Angel."

As she walked back to the kitchen, Ford was cutting open the peppers and emptying out the insides. "Any allergies I should know?" He asked, skilfully working his knife.

"No allergies, I'm at the mercy of your chef mastery" she popped open the wine bottle, taking out 2 glasses and filling them both. She sat at the table, sipping her wine watching him dreamily. "You're good at this... how often are you cooking for women?" Lucile said with a lighthearted chuckle.

Ford shrugged nonchalantly, moving towards the other vegetables and mincing it all. "It's my mother's recipe. When I went off to college she wouldn't let me leave until she knew I could take care of myself" he stuffed the peppers with all the ingredients, placing the baking dish in the oven.

The woman smiled, taking a sip of her wine and sliding Fords glass closer to him. "Stan didn't tell me much about his family... I'm guessing he was the troublemaker?"

"Yeah... that's one word for it. Stanley was a complete menace." He said with a grimace. The wine was bitter in his mouth, but Lucile didn't mind it so he kept his complaints to himself.

"Still is." She added playfully. Her expression softening up as she looked into her dates eyes. "But he's had it rough, he missed the hell outta you"

Ford looked back at her a little shocked, in disbelief his troublesome twin brother actually had someone like Lucile to back him up. "Let's not talk about Stanley. Estranged brothers don't make for good date talk." He muttered, taking a prolonged sip from his glass of wine. "So... I've met your daughter, do you have more children?"

"God no. Getting pregnant with Grenda was hard enough, more kids would be great but at my age that ship has sailed." Lucile laughed, but her smile had a twinge of sadness to it.

He moved his chair closer toward Lucile, resting his hand on top of hers. "That's a shame... you're a good mother."

She smiled at his reassurance, resting her head on Fords shoulder. "Thanks, that means a lot"

The pair was quiet for a second, Ford gently caressing her head as he thought of what to say. "What about Grendas father?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"He's not in the picture. He hasn't been all her life." She spoke quickly, trying not to speak much about her ex husband.

But Ford frowned, sucking air through his teeth. "That's troubling. A child needs a father."

That sentiment made Lucile furrow her eyebrows. "I guess..." She muttered, all the while she couldn't help but think about what Stan had told her about his father. Bad things about how he kicked Stan out of hen he was only a teenager. If that was the kind of father her ex husband would be to Grenda, then she'd rather Grenda grow up with only a mother.

"But if he can't be bothered, at least Grenda has you" he added, smiling as the ovens timer went off. "I'll serve up the food."

"Such a gentleman" she said teasingly. Watching as Ford stood up and took the backing dish out of the oven. He placed the food on two separate plates and took them to the table. Lucile cut a piece from her pepper and savoured the taste. "This is really good Ford!"

Ford smiled at how she enjoyed his cooking, eating his own food finally satiating his hunger. "I'm glad you think so, it's been awhile since I've cooked for someone"

The woman hungrily scarfed down her food, hungry after such a long shift at her job. She stopped hearing him talk, wiping the food from the corner of her lips "Hm, well I'm flattered Stanford." As she spoke she intertwined her fingers with his, comfortably holding hands.

Fords felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he looked at his date. He could wait for her to make all the first moves, but what kind of man would that make him? He his throat and spoke as confidently as he could. "Lucile, is it too forward to ask if I could kiss you?"

Lucile raised an eyebrow at the request, but smiled. She cupped his face in the palms of her hands, and pressing her lips against his. Kissing him tenderly as she moved so close to him their thighs were touching. Eventually pulling away, Lucile looked into his eyes and wiped the saliva off his lips with her thumb. Finally answering my his question. "Not at all, but it's cute that you asked..."

The pair spent the whole night together, before they knew it the sun was rising, sunlight peeking into Fords study. He'd passed out on the study's couch with Lucile on top of him, their body covered by a blanket. He looked down at the sleeping woman, in slight disbelief of what he actually did the night before.

"Wow..." he managed to slide off the couch without waking her up, dressing himself before kneeling down to her level gently stroking her cheek. "Lucile, wake up" he said in a soft tone.

"Mmm... Ford?" She groaned, covering her eyes from the sunlight and sitting up on the couch. Using the blanket to cover herself as she picked her clothes up from the floor.

Ford sat down beside her, sliding his boots onto his feet. Picking his glasses up from the side table so he'd be able to see properly. "Stan should be bringing Grenda back soon."

"Yeah yeah... I'm getting up" Lucile muttered tiredly. Looking around the floor for the last piece of clothing. "Have you seen my shirt?"

Ford look at the floor, thinking back to the night before. "Kitchen probably. I'll get it for you, and put on a pot of coffee while I'm at it." He leaned in gently kissing her cheek and standing up.

"Such a gentleman Ford..." She teased the man as he left the room. She got dressed and sat on the couch, taking a calm breath for the first time in awhile. Feeling a little bare without her shirt, she picked up Fords coat from the table and used it to cover her chest. Feeling something in the pocket of his coat, she pulled out a crumbled piece of paper. Staring down at drawing he'd done of Lucile, the speech he'd planned was scribbled along the free space. She smiled and her cheek flushed seeing it. "Aw..." she whispered to herself, burying the paper in her skirts pocket.

The peaceful silence was cut short by a familiar voice yelling throughout the house. "What did you say poindexter?!" Lucile stood up, recognising Stan must've come home.

She quickly rushed into the kitchen when she heard Ford yell back. "Oh get a grip Stanley!"