[ he isn't sure how, but somehow he's lulled back to sleep. probably by her warm and pleasant weight. the rain has the opposite effect on frank, and he's having a hard time pulling himself back into waking though he's acutely aware of her now. each place they touch is searing hot, his breath thready and wanting against her ear. he doesn't intend any of it, not even the way his body starts to react to their proximity in the early morning, something that doesn't register in his mind as he dozes on. all he wants is to somehow be closer to her, even if that's a near impossibility, but one broad hand drags down to palm her waist in a way that's less than subtle.
even asleep he appreciates the way they fit. not to mention, it's much easier to ignore all the reasons they shouldn't do this when he isn't fully conscious. very slowly, her stirring is starting to bring him around, a tiny smile gripping his lips in a twitch as the rain slowly filters in past the veil too. raindays were sacred, and he cherished each and every one. as the last of the pleasant warmth leeches from his body and releases him into the waking world, frank hears a voice ringing loud and clear as day into his ear. "Morning, sleepyhead.." it's what finally gets to him, that brief smile dropping as he jerks away from her in a more reactionary way than he'd meant to.
it's just jess, his inner voice soothes. and then - wait for it - jess? what is she...? and then, finally, he starts to recognize what state he's in, their thighs still pressed tightly together so he knows she couldn't have missed it. his eyes light on hers in brief panic, knowing she'd let him pull away entirely, but a stubborn part of himself wants to remain. to see what she'll do with that information. it's not like she didn't already know he was attracted to her before, right? maybe it doesn't have to be as weird as he's building it up to be. ]
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even asleep he appreciates the way they fit. not to mention, it's much easier to ignore all the reasons they shouldn't do this when he isn't fully conscious. very slowly, her stirring is starting to bring him around, a tiny smile gripping his lips in a twitch as the rain slowly filters in past the veil too. raindays were sacred, and he cherished each and every one. as the last of the pleasant warmth leeches from his body and releases him into the waking world, frank hears a voice ringing loud and clear as day into his ear. "Morning, sleepyhead.." it's what finally gets to him, that brief smile dropping as he jerks away from her in a more reactionary way than he'd meant to.
it's just jess, his inner voice soothes. and then - wait for it - jess? what is she...? and then, finally, he starts to recognize what state he's in, their thighs still pressed tightly together so he knows she couldn't have missed it. his eyes light on hers in brief panic, knowing she'd let him pull away entirely, but a stubborn part of himself wants to remain. to see what she'll do with that information. it's not like she didn't already know he was attracted to her before, right? maybe it doesn't have to be as weird as he's building it up to be. ]