[ frank has always been good at getting hurt, especially if it meant saving others from the trouble. is it any surprise that holds true now even when he's getting what he wanted? or, what he didn't even know he wanted until he was getting it, more accurately. she tastes like bourbon and try though he might to stifle the sound against her mouth, he issues a low moan at the way her fingers catch against his scalp. it doesn't have to be complicated. it echoes in his mind even as he knows every word to be a lie. his fingers work under her shirt anyway, his own callouses sliding over the base of her spine while he opens his mouth to her. it's easy to lose himself here, and to forget why he'd been trying to stop it.
a sharp intake of breath can be heard over the din of the rain as she bites into his lip and his mouth opens even wider in invitation, his other hand finding her shoulder and roughly holding on. his tongue darts out to meet hers willingly and active thoughts about feelings or relationships are easily pushed aside. maybe they can just stay like this a while, and it can be uncomplicated. that doesn't make either of them a bad person; but maybe everything else they've done does. those things don't have room in this space either, he's decided without thinking about it. ]
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a sharp intake of breath can be heard over the din of the rain as she bites into his lip and his mouth opens even wider in invitation, his other hand finding her shoulder and roughly holding on. his tongue darts out to meet hers willingly and active thoughts about feelings or relationships are easily pushed aside. maybe they can just stay like this a while, and it can be uncomplicated. that doesn't make either of them a bad person; but maybe everything else they've done does. those things don't have room in this space either, he's decided without thinking about it. ]