[ frank too, holds his breath, knowing she'll figure it out in no time flat if she hasn't already. one of the reasons he likes her so much is how bright she is. he's expecting her to be angry, or at least cross with him. but then she's moving his hand and he can't help but look down, fingers splayed out against the outer half of her thigh while his expression is trapped in stupor. his hand still throbs, but it's nothing for someone like him; he doesn't even register it especially not when she's leaning in -- bridging the gap between them to seal those full, round lips against his. he issues another tiny noise in surprise, but it's instant the way he leans into the contact, eager to soak it up while he can. he's always starved for human contact, remembering the way he had leaned into sarah and kissed her back even though it was exactly the wrong thing to do. this doesn't feel that way. kissing clara feels right. frank had forgotten what it felt like, to kiss the right girl.
his burned hand squeezes her leg as she pulls back, his gaze drunk when it finds hers again. he wants that again, more, but he would never ask. not when he thought he'd been much closer to getting a slap than a kiss in the first place. hesitantly, his other hand finds her hip, a smile curving his lips as she describes herself. ] We must be thinkin' of a different lady. This one's smart as a whip and twice as hot. [ a beat passes as he unsubtly looks her up and down. ] Especially in her pjs.
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his burned hand squeezes her leg as she pulls back, his gaze drunk when it finds hers again. he wants that again, more, but he would never ask. not when he thought he'd been much closer to getting a slap than a kiss in the first place. hesitantly, his other hand finds her hip, a smile curving his lips as she describes herself. ] We must be thinkin' of a different lady. This one's smart as a whip and twice as hot. [ a beat passes as he unsubtly looks her up and down. ] Especially in her pjs.