[ there's no real sacrifice here for her, because at the end of the day she's still getting what she wants. rough is just her natural, more preferred way. she's just not that used to enjoying these slow and tender moments because there's not a whole lot of that going on in her life anymore. until now, until him. she's actually enjoying this a considerate amount, but again, doesn't want to think too much into why.
her eyes are locked onto his, and the touch of his thumb against her clit actually surprises her, as evident on the look on her face and the sound that breaks past her lips when he does so. her grip tightens against his cheek, getting lost in the moment when he kisses back and she returns it with just as much lust.
she shakes her head briefly when he says her name, biting onto her lower lip and furrowing her brows as he does so because goddamn, she never knew someone simply saying her name could turn her on so much. her breathing is staggered against his lips as her pace quickens... just a little more, nothing like before even though her whole body is practically screaming for him. all his movements are increasing as well, causing those rare moans to become more and more frequent. ]
Don't... [ her lips grab his own in a brief and ferocious claim before sliding down past his cheek to his ear. she repeats the same words he just said to her earlier. ] Don't stop... please.
[ he tries to memorize the way her features arrange when he says her name, still looking at her like she's everything to him in this moment. he's trying to remember her every reaction to his every movement, really, what works and what doesn't. it's occupying most of his brainpower now, releasing a soft grunt or another pent up noise against her face every so often. frank has no cause for complaint when she speeds up this time, grappling for her waist so he can keep giving as good as he gets.
that kiss carrying one word freezes him to his core, however, his hand stretching open to stop touching her and his body going rigid beneath her. his first assumption is he's done something wrong despite every sign to the contrary and he doesn't relax until she follows it up, coughing out a brief burst of laughter at his own expense. Oh. that can be arranged.
he grins against her cheek, kissing there once before latching back onto that sensitive spot just below her ear as he scrambles for purchase against her to gain even more leverage. he's determined to do it without trying to flip their positions, even if it might take some pressure off his injuries to be on top - it's obvious by now they both prefer this. his thumb slots back in against that bundle of nerves once he's level with her, his pubic bone grinding against her for that much more friction as she keeps up and often surpasses his slow and steady pacing. ]
Okay? [ he rasps against her ear, confirming that's what she wanted even while a telling tremor racks his body, causing him to quake a moment beneath her. though he's obviously close, he's content (and then some) to ride that edge until he sees her over it. even in this moment, her comfort and fulfillment is paramount to his own. ]
[ it's almost too much for her, the way he looks at her and how obviously attentive he is to her words. she can tell he's thinking, his brain hasn't shut off since this whole encounter has started, and here she is just trying to forget everything and shut it all down. he was making it hard to do that, though. he grins at her after her approval and she can't help get a feeling of satisfaction from that.
she holds off on answering and simply lets her body do the talking, grinding down into his own thrusting motions while nodding pretty meekly at him. despite everything mentioned, she still has a hard time fitting into the role of being vocal about how he's making her feel. telling him to do something is one thing, telling him he was making her feel amazing was something else. she lets her head hang for a moment, really basking of the combination of everything she's feeling and experiencing right now. ]
Frank.
[ she begins instead, moving to position both her hands on either side of his face, thumbs resting on his cheek bones. him rubbing his thumb against her, combined with everything else, is really hurrying this along, despite her wanting to keep going. her eyes lock onto his once more, head returning to maintain it's close position to his. ]
[ he can tell he's overwhelming her, he just can't tell if it's strictly a good thing or not. she told him not to stop, and he wouldn't wittingly disobey, but he does ramp down his own intensity just a bit - his thumb moving in slower, lighter circles and his hips rocking in shallow, short strokes. this is honestly his sweet spot, he could stay here a long damn time if she wanted him to, and she doesn't seem ready to let go yet. he's not sure he is either.
the tender way she holds onto him only cements it as the right choice, a pleasant shiver working its way up his spine as he presses his lips to her forehead, basking in their closeness while he has it. the way she says his name is something he hasn't heard in years, but ironically that's why he keeps saying her name, why he focuses so intently on her. why he stays present even when most people would be miles away. frank can't afford to slip backwards, for jessica's voice to morph into his wife's. he picks out the differences, no matter how small. jessica's voice is deeper yet breathier, but there are only so many ways to say a name like his and when she says it again, he has to take a minute.
his nose presses to her cheek as he takes a deep breath, pace stuttering though his body's urgency hasn't waned. he just needs a mental moment to remind himself where he is and why, and the sharp pain in his side is a pretty decent reminder. ] You make that sound real good. [ he praises idly, like he wasn't losing his mind a second ago. frank kisses her softly, something almost apologetic in the act even as he presses down on her clit. a part of him hopes she'll tear her mouth away for another outburst, though he won't hesitate to swallow it either. if she hasn't picked up on it yet: he could do this all night. and as promised: he won't give in until she explicitly tells him to. ]
[ the thought had crossed her mind, actually, about whether or not it was difficult from him to try not to think about his past. she wanted to give him something familiar for him to work with, yes, but not if it meant being too familiar. if it was, he was doing a really good job not indicating it whatsoever or maybe she was just really good at making him forget... for the time being, at least.
frank is a very tentative lover, which isn't what she initially expected going into all of this, but to his benefit he was... really good at it. especially when he speaks to her, that's the part she can't get past. he's not even saying anything dirty, he's just simply talking to her and each time it chips away at whatever barrier she has around her. part of her wants to tell him to stop and the other part wants to tell him to keep talking but she doesn't, because she doesn't want to take away the organic feel of it all.
she can feel her hips instinctively grind forward into his thumb when she rides down on top of him while trying to stay within a reasonable speed. she's getting close--really close--making it somewhat difficult for her to consciously make an effort to stop herself from going all out on him again. even if its naturally what her body wants, she's still really enjoying where they're at right now. obviously.
either way, even if she wanted to suppress herself, she's at the point now where her gaze doesn't break away from his own, hands still holding onto his face. she's obviously trying to convey with her expression just what was about to happen. she wants him to be right there with her... not cum as the same time as her because that's a little too corny for her, but she wants to feel that satisfaction of bringing him past his limit, too. her chest is heaving and she's pretty much strictly breathing through her mouth now. it only takes a few more good downward thrusts and grinds before she throws her head back, neck replacing her spot at his lips and lets out a loud and throaty moan. ]
Oh, Shit!
[ she breathes, eyes closed while riding that wave of euphoria that's hitting her right now. ]
[ he is tentative, even downright nervous when it comes to anything like this. he's only been with one woman between maria and jessica and he's already told her how that had gone. it isn't just about his own curse, though. he's worried he won't be enough for her, that she'll find him lacking in some way. still, he lays himself out for her and accepts her scrutiny despite those fears. he doesn't hesitate to be vulnerable because it's who he is — and furthermore, what she'd asked for. the deeper truth is it'd be difficult for him to deny her anything when it came down to it. that's how quickly he forms attachments to people.
frank picks up what she's telegraphing easily, since he's already keyed into her every minutia of action. he's right there with her in every sense of the word, his head in her hands, his body between her thighs, and his spirit hers to manipulate. his breathing picks up with hers even if he has no intention of doing anything but watch her come undone. his body doesn't know that, meeting her at every downturn with an upward lift of his hips, never wanting her to find herself on a ledge without support for coming down. ] That's it, that's it. [ he whispers urgently against her throat, his lips catching on her flesh in not-quite-deliberate kisses. his thumb bears down on her in hopes of keeping her right there for the duration, helping to draw out her pleasure from all angles. in that interest, his free hand palms at her chest roughly, pinching at her nipples to add to sensation as he keeps himself stable so that she can come apart in full. ]
Yeah. [ he murmurs heatedly, scattering more kisses down her collar as she rides out her orgasm astride him. it's exactly the front row ticket he signed on for. he'll wait for her to be fully sated, watching her expression carefully so he can pick out the moment it shifts into something more lackadaisical. he's throbbing near painfully inside her now, but he won't let go yet. in fact, he'll be looking for his opportunity (if she'll allow him) to pull out. ]
[ her body remains suspended in mid-movement only making his continued motions further along that intense feeling she was currently experiencing. she can feel herself tighten up around his cock while practically dripping from how wet this whole session has made her, his words echoing through her head, gruff tone and all. there's a clear indication that she's coming down off of it, because her moans go from being steady and consecutive to little breaths and whimpers here and there.
when the sensation wears off fully and she becomes too sensitive, her hand comes to grab his wrist that's rubbing her clit and she pins it above his head, her own head making her way down to him again. she'll give it to him, she's pretty impressed he hasn't cum himself by now, and it only keeps her that sexual attraction she has towards him right at the surface, despite her orgasm. ]
You really gonna hold out on me, Frank? [ she teases him, already thrusting back down on him and speeding up to match his pace by this point while leaving a trail of sweet little kisses on his jawline. she stops at his ear and breathes heavy against him. ] You've been so good to me so far.
[ his eyes widen, mouth falling slack in a soft gasp when she pins him down. okay, that should not be so hot. there's no struggle, but he does tighten his forearm just a little, enjoying her strength weighing him down more than he knows is probably healthy. there's absolutely no way he could fight against this anymore even if he could match her physical strength, the way she bears down on him and keeps swirling her hips has him throwing his own head back as wave after wave of pleasure passes over him. ]
Fuck. [ he grunts, eyes closed tightly as his other hand comes up to dig into her back. his own hips barely nudge against hers, he doesn't need the added stimulation in order to be thrown forcibly off the edge. he's forgotten about all of his concerns, all of the thoughts finally, blessedly leaving his mind as she milks his orgasm from him. her voice and her body and her whole person surrounds him now, to the point where he literally can't get away, and he finds startlingly that he doesn't want to — that he enjoys being under her thumb more than anything else they've explored during this encounter. his temple slots in against hers and he bites down on his own lip again, all pain forgotten as he finally gives into his anatomy, his cock jerking one final time inside her as it spills his hot seed. ]Jessica.
[ another bitten back whisper in her ear as he shakes beneath her, cheek flushed and hot where it rests against hers and his breaths coming in pitchy, swift pants. ]
[ there's a satisfied grin that crosses over her lips as she watches and takes note of every facial movement and reaction he has to this. much like him, she keeps her hips going even after he has stopped to carry him through his orgasm, pleasantly surprised by his sudden grip at her back. he definitely didn't have to worry about doing that to her, she actually welcomes it and returns the favor by gripping onto his wrist just a little tighter.
she hunkers down low to him, maintaining her closeness to while brushing her lips up against his own. ] There you go... Just what I wanted. [ her voice is hushed and calls out to him again, this time in the form of a moan as their heads touch one another. ]
I'm here. [ another whisper and a surprisingly gentle tone in her voice. finally, her body comes to a stop and she wants to drop herself on top of him. instead, after a few minutes of them breathing heavy and leaning up against one another, she kisses his forehead before sliding herself off of him. it isn't until now when she feels some of his cum exit with the pullout that fully grasps onto the fact that... he actually did that. which she's absolutely fine with, because she's obviously preventing, but after everything she just kind of assumed he was a pull out kind of guy.
she takes her spot beside him on the bed and curls her small frame up against his side, laying her head on his shoulder. she doesn't say anything, just stares blankly at the wall in front of her as the sex fog is begins to clear out from her mind. now came the part where she began processing what just happened and all those feelings she shoved in the back of her mind. she maintains her silence, not knowing what to say, but she's here and doesn't show any signs of leaving, so. that's something. ]
[ he lets out a particularly growly groan when she holds him down tighter, unseeing eyes blinking open in time for her to drop those words against parted lips. he's completely blissed out now, body giving one last jerking shudder before his flaccid cock slips free of her at last. his eyes shutter at that kiss to his head, a tiny smile curving his lips as he slips back down the bed to reclaim his pillow. in a moment, he'll notice the (mostly harmless) blood on his sheets and the fact that yes he came inside her. but he tried to pull out and was forcibly prevented from doing so - he won't feel that bad about it, in other words. he knows no one's crazy enough to want his kid (ever again.)
the way she settles in next to him is more than welcome, of course, and he takes a moment just to enjoy the feeling before lazily draping an arm around her and burying his face in her hair. he's fine with the silence too, for now, going over tiny details of everything that just happened and plucking out his favorite moments. some of them were even in that rough, almost violent start they'd had, though predictably most are in the latter half. he likes this softer side of jessica jones, he feels beyond privileged to be privy to her. ]
[ the movement of her brows lowers softly when he puts his arm underneath her, a lost expression on her face then when he digs his face into her hair. she's so unsettled by everything. ultimately, she got what she wanted and it was pretty great, but she gets a little anxious when it flashes back in her head. this isn't what was supposed to happen.
the scent of their encounter lingers in the air and she brings a hand up to rest on his chest, making sure it wasn't covering any of his wounds. her eyes, still half furrowed, continue to stare towards the wall. and at the risk of sounding incredibly stupid, she finally speaks, already knowing the answer to her question. ]
Uhhh. [ he starts just as dumbly, trying to determine if she's serious. calloused fingers draw an idle pattern against her arm as he releases a near-silent but fully-contented sigh. ] Do you really want me to answer that?
[ he's not sure he can and beyond that, she probably wouldn't like his answer if he tried. he's not naive enough to think otherwise. ]
[ she wants to say 'no' and move on from the topic entirely. she should, but she doesn't. instead, her eyes scan his chest now and after a moment of silence, she continues. ]
[ it earns a dry chuckle as he nudges his crooked nose against her cheek, starting to turn in towards jess a little in anticipation of the nap he's considering. but that question is near nonsense for him. ]
This? [ he's not sure what she could be referring to, at least not in context. and out... ] I don't do "this."
[ that gets a more hearty laugh as he curls in against her side fully now, one leg folding over hers and one heavy arm snaking across her tummy, calloused fingers pushing softly back and forth just below her bellybutton. ]
Touché. [ he concedes, his deep voice rumbling against her ear. ] I did this, but I don't do this.
[ do you feel him???? he doesn't sound torn up about it either way though. ]
I guess I do this with you. [ frank amends, slightly soberer even as his eyelashes flutter against her pulse. he looks disgustingly comfortable. ]
[ another tease, as she rolls onto her back to accommodate the shift of his body against hers, letting a free hand rest above her head. her eyes look at the ceiling now and she swallows. ]
I don't do this. I mean, I do, obviously, but. [ there's a small pause as her other free hand comes to trickle her fingertips over his hand, shaking her head slightly before she continues. ] Not like this.
I dunno. Do you? [ he challenges lightly. he still has no idea until she says what's next though, brow furrowing against her skin though he's too embedded to lift his head. the tickle of her fingertips against the back of his hand has superficial shivers climbing his spine and he thinks he could fall asleep just like this, for a while anyway. just a few minutes. ] ...Now I feel special.
[ his heart picks up a little though he's still lethargic, nearly boneless against her really. he's afraid to dig deeper into her statement so he tries to just rest, but now he feels nerves fluttering under his skin, tying his tummy in knots. it's a mix of pleasant and un-. what is she saying, exactly? ]
That's the problem, Frank. [ her head turns to where shes facing him now, eyes bouncing back and forth over his features. her hand moves from his hand up his arm until she's brushing the back of her fingers against his cheek. ] I'm not supposed to feel special, and neither are you. That's not really how these things are supposed to work.
[ everything that comes out of her mouth sounds combative to whats happening, but her heart is racing, especially now that her eyes are on his. ]
[ his head slides back a little so he doesn't have to cross his eyes to meet hers, but then he almost regrets it for as vulnerable as she looks. did he do something wrong...? ]
I thought this was what you wanted. [ sex, he means. he really is thick sometimes, but especially after all that - if she expects him to be thinking his clearest she's got another thing coming. ] I'm not... I don't expect anything here.
[ though he'd very much like to do that again, and this right now is nice. ]
Yeah. [ ultimately, he was right. this is what she wanted, but. when he says it, his answer is the reaffirmation she needs to shove her feelings away again. you know, because that's how she deals with things.
she doesn't even realize it but there's a sad expression on her face. but it's fine. everything is fine.
she turns her head back to where she's staring at the ceiling again. she should probably go then, right?? god, this was stupid. she was stupid. she clears her throat, bouncing her fingers against his arm a few times. ] I'm gonna go.
[ frank doesn't like that sad look, not at all. though it's not surprising, her announcement has his own features falling. but he nods shallowly, leaning in to press his lips against hers one final time, fingers digging into her hip lightly before he unwinds and lets her disengage as he pushes himself with a pained grunt to sit up. ]
[ jesus christ, she thinks to herself, listening to him get up. she really is a piece of shit. let's just use his body when he's halfway dead. sounds like a great fucking plan, jess.
her hands rub her forehead briefly as she gets up with ease. like, she should probably clean herself up but all she wants to do right now is get out as quick as possible. ]
No, it's fine.
[ she starts to pick up her clothes piece by piece, putting them on one at a time. ]
[ well, whether she lets him or not, he's getting up anyway now. there's no way he's laying in this bed alone. he wrinkles his nose at the bloody sheet but just covers it with his quilt so she hopefully won't see it as he checks out his side stealthily. it doesn't seem to be actively bleeding or anything so that's good, standing is hard but he's used to it. he hooks his foot in the band of his boxer shorts and kicks them up so he can catch them in his hands and pull them on. his jeans are by hers and he gestures a bit helplessly for her to grab them...? if that's cool. ]
Is, uh... [ he holds his pants in his hands when she gives them over, looking at her curiously. maybe he should just leave it. ] Can I text you again sometime?
[ he feels dumb, but elated all at once, like he's back in high school again or some shit. ]
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[ sure, frank. just kick her while she's down and feeling bad about it. she quickly grabs it and hands it over to him while picking up and putting on her own pants. she's trying to be quick about it but not... quick enough to give any indication she was in a huge rush. but he could probably tell, regardless. ]
Yeah, sure. I guess. [ she doesn't know. she shakes her head, fingers running through her messy hair while she looks for the rest of her clothes. she spots her panties, and takes note of her pants she already put on. cool. god, she's a fucking mess. she quickly snatches them up and goes for her bra that's laying right next to it, and then her shirt after that.
leaning down by the bed, she grabs her socks before moving to sit on the edge of it to put them on, one by one. boots and coat and then she can be done. ]
You got my jacket? [ she avoids eye contact now, heading for her boots. ]
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her eyes are locked onto his, and the touch of his thumb against her clit actually surprises her, as evident on the look on her face and the sound that breaks past her lips when he does so. her grip tightens against his cheek, getting lost in the moment when he kisses back and she returns it with just as much lust.
she shakes her head briefly when he says her name, biting onto her lower lip and furrowing her brows as he does so because goddamn, she never knew someone simply saying her name could turn her on so much. her breathing is staggered against his lips as her pace quickens... just a little more, nothing like before even though her whole body is practically screaming for him. all his movements are increasing as well, causing those rare moans to become more and more frequent. ]
Don't... [ her lips grab his own in a brief and ferocious claim before sliding down past his cheek to his ear. she repeats the same words he just said to her earlier. ] Don't stop... please.
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that kiss carrying one word freezes him to his core, however, his hand stretching open to stop touching her and his body going rigid beneath her. his first assumption is he's done something wrong despite every sign to the contrary and he doesn't relax until she follows it up, coughing out a brief burst of laughter at his own expense. Oh. that can be arranged.
he grins against her cheek, kissing there once before latching back onto that sensitive spot just below her ear as he scrambles for purchase against her to gain even more leverage. he's determined to do it without trying to flip their positions, even if it might take some pressure off his injuries to be on top - it's obvious by now they both prefer this. his thumb slots back in against that bundle of nerves once he's level with her, his pubic bone grinding against her for that much more friction as she keeps up and often surpasses his slow and steady pacing. ]
Okay? [ he rasps against her ear, confirming that's what she wanted even while a telling tremor racks his body, causing him to quake a moment beneath her. though he's obviously close, he's content (and then some) to ride that edge until he sees her over it. even in this moment, her comfort and fulfillment is paramount to his own. ]
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she holds off on answering and simply lets her body do the talking, grinding down into his own thrusting motions while nodding pretty meekly at him. despite everything mentioned, she still has a hard time fitting into the role of being vocal about how he's making her feel. telling him to do something is one thing, telling him he was making her feel amazing was something else. she lets her head hang for a moment, really basking of the combination of everything she's feeling and experiencing right now. ]
Frank.
[ she begins instead, moving to position both her hands on either side of his face, thumbs resting on his cheek bones. him rubbing his thumb against her, combined with everything else, is really hurrying this along, despite her wanting to keep going. her eyes lock onto his once more, head returning to maintain it's close position to his. ]
Fuck, Frank...
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the tender way she holds onto him only cements it as the right choice, a pleasant shiver working its way up his spine as he presses his lips to her forehead, basking in their closeness while he has it. the way she says his name is something he hasn't heard in years, but ironically that's why he keeps saying her name, why he focuses so intently on her. why he stays present even when most people would be miles away. frank can't afford to slip backwards, for jessica's voice to morph into his wife's. he picks out the differences, no matter how small. jessica's voice is deeper yet breathier, but there are only so many ways to say a name like his and when she says it again, he has to take a minute.
his nose presses to her cheek as he takes a deep breath, pace stuttering though his body's urgency hasn't waned. he just needs a mental moment to remind himself where he is and why, and the sharp pain in his side is a pretty decent reminder. ] You make that sound real good. [ he praises idly, like he wasn't losing his mind a second ago. frank kisses her softly, something almost apologetic in the act even as he presses down on her clit. a part of him hopes she'll tear her mouth away for another outburst, though he won't hesitate to swallow it either. if she hasn't picked up on it yet: he could do this all night. and as promised: he won't give in until she explicitly tells him to. ]
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frank is a very tentative lover, which isn't what she initially expected going into all of this, but to his benefit he was... really good at it. especially when he speaks to her, that's the part she can't get past. he's not even saying anything dirty, he's just simply talking to her and each time it chips away at whatever barrier she has around her. part of her wants to tell him to stop and the other part wants to tell him to keep talking but she doesn't, because she doesn't want to take away the organic feel of it all.
she can feel her hips instinctively grind forward into his thumb when she rides down on top of him while trying to stay within a reasonable speed. she's getting close--really close--making it somewhat difficult for her to consciously make an effort to stop herself from going all out on him again. even if its naturally what her body wants, she's still really enjoying where they're at right now. obviously.
either way, even if she wanted to suppress herself, she's at the point now where her gaze doesn't break away from his own, hands still holding onto his face. she's obviously trying to convey with her expression just what was about to happen. she wants him to be right there with her... not cum as the same time as her because that's a little too corny for her, but she wants to feel that satisfaction of bringing him past his limit, too. her chest is heaving and she's pretty much strictly breathing through her mouth now. it only takes a few more good downward thrusts and grinds before she throws her head back, neck replacing her spot at his lips and lets out a loud and throaty moan. ]
Oh, Shit!
[ she breathes, eyes closed while riding that wave of euphoria that's hitting her right now. ]
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frank picks up what she's telegraphing easily, since he's already keyed into her every minutia of action. he's right there with her in every sense of the word, his head in her hands, his body between her thighs, and his spirit hers to manipulate. his breathing picks up with hers even if he has no intention of doing anything but watch her come undone. his body doesn't know that, meeting her at every downturn with an upward lift of his hips, never wanting her to find herself on a ledge without support for coming down. ] That's it, that's it. [ he whispers urgently against her throat, his lips catching on her flesh in not-quite-deliberate kisses. his thumb bears down on her in hopes of keeping her right there for the duration, helping to draw out her pleasure from all angles. in that interest, his free hand palms at her chest roughly, pinching at her nipples to add to sensation as he keeps himself stable so that she can come apart in full. ]
Yeah. [ he murmurs heatedly, scattering more kisses down her collar as she rides out her orgasm astride him. it's exactly the front row ticket he signed on for. he'll wait for her to be fully sated, watching her expression carefully so he can pick out the moment it shifts into something more lackadaisical. he's throbbing near painfully inside her now, but he won't let go yet. in fact, he'll be looking for his opportunity (if she'll allow him) to pull out. ]
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when the sensation wears off fully and she becomes too sensitive, her hand comes to grab his wrist that's rubbing her clit and she pins it above his head, her own head making her way down to him again. she'll give it to him, she's pretty impressed he hasn't cum himself by now, and it only keeps her that sexual attraction she has towards him right at the surface, despite her orgasm. ]
You really gonna hold out on me, Frank? [ she teases him, already thrusting back down on him and speeding up to match his pace by this point while leaving a trail of sweet little kisses on his jawline. she stops at his ear and breathes heavy against him. ] You've been so good to me so far.
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Fuck. [ he grunts, eyes closed tightly as his other hand comes up to dig into her back. his own hips barely nudge against hers, he doesn't need the added stimulation in order to be thrown forcibly off the edge. he's forgotten about all of his concerns, all of the thoughts finally, blessedly leaving his mind as she milks his orgasm from him. her voice and her body and her whole person surrounds him now, to the point where he literally can't get away, and he finds startlingly that he doesn't want to — that he enjoys being under her thumb more than anything else they've explored during this encounter. his temple slots in against hers and he bites down on his own lip again, all pain forgotten as he finally gives into his anatomy, his cock jerking one final time inside her as it spills his hot seed. ] Jessica.
[ another bitten back whisper in her ear as he shakes beneath her, cheek flushed and hot where it rests against hers and his breaths coming in pitchy, swift pants. ]
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she hunkers down low to him, maintaining her closeness to while brushing her lips up against his own. ] There you go... Just what I wanted. [ her voice is hushed and calls out to him again, this time in the form of a moan as their heads touch one another. ]
I'm here. [ another whisper and a surprisingly gentle tone in her voice. finally, her body comes to a stop and she wants to drop herself on top of him. instead, after a few minutes of them breathing heavy and leaning up against one another, she kisses his forehead before sliding herself off of him. it isn't until now when she feels some of his cum exit with the pullout that fully grasps onto the fact that... he actually did that. which she's absolutely fine with, because she's obviously preventing, but after everything she just kind of assumed he was a pull out kind of guy.
she takes her spot beside him on the bed and curls her small frame up against his side, laying her head on his shoulder. she doesn't say anything, just stares blankly at the wall in front of her as the sex fog is begins to clear out from her mind. now came the part where she began processing what just happened and all those feelings she shoved in the back of her mind. she maintains her silence, not knowing what to say, but she's here and doesn't show any signs of leaving, so. that's something. ]
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the way she settles in next to him is more than welcome, of course, and he takes a moment just to enjoy the feeling before lazily draping an arm around her and burying his face in her hair. he's fine with the silence too, for now, going over tiny details of everything that just happened and plucking out his favorite moments. some of them were even in that rough, almost violent start they'd had, though predictably most are in the latter half. he likes this softer side of jessica jones, he feels beyond privileged to be privy to her. ]
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the scent of their encounter lingers in the air and she brings a hand up to rest on his chest, making sure it wasn't covering any of his wounds. her eyes, still half furrowed, continue to stare towards the wall. and at the risk of sounding incredibly stupid, she finally speaks, already knowing the answer to her question. ]
What just happened?
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[ he's not sure he can and beyond that, she probably wouldn't like his answer if he tried. he's not naive enough to think otherwise. ]
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Is this how it always is, with you?
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This? [ he's not sure what she could be referring to, at least not in context. and out... ] I don't do "this."
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I think you just did.
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Touché. [ he concedes, his deep voice rumbling against her ear. ] I did this, but I don't do this.
[ do you feel him???? he doesn't sound torn up about it either way though. ]
I guess I do this with you. [ frank amends, slightly soberer even as his eyelashes flutter against her pulse. he looks disgustingly comfortable. ]
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[ another tease, as she rolls onto her back to accommodate the shift of his body against hers, letting a free hand rest above her head. her eyes look at the ceiling now and she swallows. ]
I don't do this. I mean, I do, obviously, but. [ there's a small pause as her other free hand comes to trickle her fingertips over his hand, shaking her head slightly before she continues. ] Not like this.
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[ his heart picks up a little though he's still lethargic, nearly boneless against her really. he's afraid to dig deeper into her statement so he tries to just rest, but now he feels nerves fluttering under his skin, tying his tummy in knots. it's a mix of pleasant and un-. what is she saying, exactly? ]
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[ everything that comes out of her mouth sounds combative to whats happening, but her heart is racing, especially now that her eyes are on his. ]
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I thought this was what you wanted. [ sex, he means. he really is thick sometimes, but especially after all that - if she expects him to be thinking his clearest she's got another thing coming. ] I'm not... I don't expect anything here.
[ though he'd very much like to do that again, and this right now is nice. ]
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she doesn't even realize it but there's a sad expression on her face. but it's fine. everything is fine.
she turns her head back to where she's staring at the ceiling again. she should probably go then, right?? god, this was stupid. she was stupid. she clears her throat, bouncing her fingers against his arm a few times. ] I'm gonna go.
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Let me walk you out.
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her hands rub her forehead briefly as she gets up with ease. like, she should probably clean herself up but all she wants to do right now is get out as quick as possible. ]
No, it's fine.
[ she starts to pick up her clothes piece by piece, putting them on one at a time. ]
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Is, uh... [ he holds his pants in his hands when she gives them over, looking at her curiously. maybe he should just leave it. ] Can I text you again sometime?
[ he feels dumb, but elated all at once, like he's back in high school again or some shit. ]
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Yeah, sure. I guess. [ she doesn't know. she shakes her head, fingers running through her messy hair while she looks for the rest of her clothes. she spots her panties, and takes note of her pants she already put on. cool. god, she's a fucking mess. she quickly snatches them up and goes for her bra that's laying right next to it, and then her shirt after that.
leaning down by the bed, she grabs her socks before moving to sit on the edge of it to put them on, one by one. boots and coat and then she can be done. ]
You got my jacket? [ she avoids eye contact now, heading for her boots. ]
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