[ the second she fully yields to him, he's enveloping her with both arms, zero hesitation in his frame. he finds the best spot for himself, his back rigid against the bathtub, but he's slept much worse places with much worse people. pick any spiderhole with billy fucking russo for example. her fingers traveling up his leg has the barest shiver tracking through his middle, and he holds her. he holds her like she's precious because no matter what else has happened, she is to him. ]
Copy. [ a gravelly murmur as he recalls his own words to her. i set an alarm for four hours. he doesn't need his phone. he can keep track of the minutes in his head easily. his chin slots in against her forehead as she falls under the tide, gathering her even a little closer with one strong arm around her shoulders and the other still cupping her waist. frank drifts off after the first hour, dozing more than truly sleeping, though the effect is the same. everything but the hands tight around her slacken and he closes his eyes at long last, even unconscious loving the way their bodies fit.
he only shuts his eyes for maybe 45 minutes, though it's enough to leave him a bit disoriented and groggy. he shifts, almost accidentally waking her before he realizes his mistake. frank pushes stubborn, damp hair out of her eyes and watches her sleep. she doesn't look peaceful, but she doesn't look in distress either. she's just... being. complacent. which is something he's never really seen from her before.
around the 3 1/2 hour mark, he wakes her just to be safe. the sun coming up persistently through the trees and shining through the tiny bathroom window cluing him in that it's time. steeling himself, he shakes her shoulder, knowing it'll really hurt if she punches him for startling her. ] Jess? Jess, wake up.
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Copy. [ a gravelly murmur as he recalls his own words to her. i set an alarm for four hours. he doesn't need his phone. he can keep track of the minutes in his head easily. his chin slots in against her forehead as she falls under the tide, gathering her even a little closer with one strong arm around her shoulders and the other still cupping her waist. frank drifts off after the first hour, dozing more than truly sleeping, though the effect is the same. everything but the hands tight around her slacken and he closes his eyes at long last, even unconscious loving the way their bodies fit.
he only shuts his eyes for maybe 45 minutes, though it's enough to leave him a bit disoriented and groggy. he shifts, almost accidentally waking her before he realizes his mistake. frank pushes stubborn, damp hair out of her eyes and watches her sleep. she doesn't look peaceful, but she doesn't look in distress either. she's just... being. complacent. which is something he's never really seen from her before.
around the 3 1/2 hour mark, he wakes her just to be safe. the sun coming up persistently through the trees and shining through the tiny bathroom window cluing him in that it's time. steeling himself, he shakes her shoulder, knowing it'll really hurt if she punches him for startling her. ] Jess? Jess, wake up.