[ it almost feels like intimidation, the way she stares at him, like she does other people when she's trying to figure them out though. turn it around on her, start to ask her the big questions, though, and watch how quickly her gaze diverts away. ]
I don't know. [ it's indifferent, but it's honest. ] Just being alive... My whole existence has killed and ruined so many peoples lives. Every time I try to do the right thing... [ well, she carries her eyes back up to his because he knows, that much she does understand about him. ] I should be dead, I should have died in the car crash that killed the rest of my family. But I'm here, so. I just keep going until I don't have to anymore.
[ his heart goes out to her in an instant, forgetting about his circumstances in light of hers. survivor's guilt, it's a very real thing. he'd carried it for a long time, but it didn't do anyone any good in the end — it certainly couldn't bring them back. impulsively, a hand comes up, brushing some hair off her face. he rolls his lower lip into his mouth and frowns, wishing he had the answers for her. but it's not like he has any for himself, so how could he? ]
I guess that's why I do it, too. You can't bring them back, but you can live. That's all either of us can do. [ feels fucking lame in the end, but that's all he's got, really. lame platitudes and dumb jokes. ]
[ her brows lower somewhat when he touches her, not because she doesn't like it but because it makes her feel like she immediately needed to throw her guard up. if this were a simple hook up she wouldn't think anything of it. she knew there would be similarities there which was the whole reason why she picked him out; she could use him and he her and there would be no questions or ties. it would be... should be easy, right? just two pieces of shit who occasionally need a body to lay up against.
but she was realizing their similarities weren't just there for her to use and take advantage of. it was starting to make an emotional connection between them, and feelings that weren't just... fleeting, intense feelings of passion. it's something she didn't expect to and doesn't want to have to deal with. ]
I shouldn't be here. [ she shouldn't, but just like how they both live, here she is. ]
[ he drops his hand like she burned him, rubbing his fingers together where they rest against his side. frank would never try to keep her anywhere she didn't want to be, but she doesn't turn away or start leaving so he frowns again, trying to get a grip on what's happening. ]
You don't have to go. [ he says then immediately isn't sure why he said it, biting down on his lip and tasting blood, but he can ignore that for at least a few minutes. he assumes they're not sleeping together because of something he said, or maybe what she did. he points ahead to the screen suddenly. ] We could... finish the movie?
[ his question causes her brows to furrow while she releases the smallest of laughs out of her nose. something about it and him just felt so... out of place and innocent. she licks her bottom lip, barely looking over her shoulder towards the film then back at him. he looks so disappointed, whether it be at her or himself.
there's a long pause. she doesn't know what to say to him, but apparently she's not smart enough to leave, either. ]
Is that really what you want? [ and she takes a cautious step forward towards him. maybe if they just stop talking... ]
[ she advances on him just a step, but it's enough to get his heartrate going again. he remembers their text exchange and slowly shakes his head 'no.' he's seen the movie a million times, what he hasn't seen is her. maybe it's a mistake, but it's one he'd been willing to make since she propositioned him the first time, despite his lame answer that had been slated as rejection. ]
If it means you don't leave. [ frank clarifies, a gentle smile tugging up his broken lips, even as it reveals the cut he'd worried open, blood shining brightly in the dim lighting of the space. he's not like her, not this way. it isn't hard for him to admit this is more than sex for him, because it always will be. it's up to her if she can accept that. ]
[ it feels like she's being called out on her bluff, and she swallows her saliva (and denial) hard. there's a part of her that wishes he would have called it off, agree that she should be on her way. instead his response all but confirms that as far as his feelings go they're, yet again, in the same boat.
she takes note of the blood but unsurprisingly it doesn't bother her as her hand comes to rest on the side of his cheek, thumb moving to brush away the excess at the injury. ]
[ his breathing stutters at the sudden touch of her cool hand, lips parting to allow her to collect the blood on her thumb and take it away. the reasons they shouldn't do this is a growing list, but he'd already admitted he didn't want her to go. his heavy gaze bounces down to her lips and back to her eyes like ping-pong. ]
Well. I thought maybe... we could have that drink. [ this time he's obviously talking about her meaning of the phrase. ]
[ it's somehow the wrong answer and everything she needs to hear to move forward all in one. it's coy and pretty witty and while she appreciates it, there's no real reaction from her other than the inevitable lean in.
she's light at first when their lips connect, more so than usual. not that she's a gentle kisser in the first place, but something about his appearance paired with her abilities makes him feel fragile to her. the hint of iron doesn't bother her as her other hand makes way to his neck, using this to pull herself into his chest now, still maintaining her careful demeanor. ]
[ his lips tremble when hers cover them and his hand comes up to gently encircle her bare upper arm. if he minds the carefulness, he certainly doesn't show it, in fact, a tiny noise ekes into her mouth as she pulls herself against him. maybe it's only surprise or because his front is a roadmap of sutures and bruising he's putting off addressing, but it also feels pretty nice, too. she does. he returns the kiss just as gently, closing his eyes as he leans into her without ever trying to take it over, he seems to enjoy her direction in this arena already. ]
[ it's not much, but him returning affection excites her enough to lay off the daintiness a little and proceed further, having no issues taking control of this situation. with a head tilt she adjusts her lips on his slightly, pressing into him a bit more ferociously while hands simultaneously move down his chest to the rim of his jeans where his shirt is tucked in. it takes everything in her not to just rip it off, but she's doing her best to be patient right now, allowing their lips to familiarize themselves with one another before grabbing a hold of his shirt fabric and untucking it from his pants.
she doesn't even see the immense damage as she pulls it up and over his chest, too inconvenienced that she has to break their kiss in order to completely pull it off of him. once she does, however, she gets a full glance of just what she's working with and takes a step back. ]
Jesus Christ--look at you!
[ it sounds more hostile than it's actually meant to be, but that's jessica jones for you. she's more annoyed than anything, because clearly he is in no position to be... put in any kind of position. and she's really, really turned on right now. ]
What exactly am I supposed to do here when you look like this? Why the hell would you even invite my freaky super hero strength ass over here to have sex with you when clearly--
[ maybe she's not giving him enough credit but, holy shit she honestly feels like she could have accidentally killed him. she knew he was damaged but had no idea the severity of it, and he gave no indication that it was even an issue. ]
Does your dick even work right now? Is it still there??
[ as the kiss deepens, he's able to pick out her unique taste beyond the whiskey and immediately find himself addicted to it. frank's other hand comes up, cupping her face as he allows her to tug his shirt up. he should really say something before — yeah, no, apparently it's too late. cool cool cool cool cool cool.
"gave no indication" was definitely not how he'd describe... any of their conversations, but she also seemed hellbent on taking his refusal personally, so yes, maybe... this was a bad idea. the whole thing. just from kissing her, there's an obvious situation going on through his jeans, so he doesn't even bother answering the second part of that. ]
I'm fine. [ if it comes out a little defensive, well. but in his defense, 'alive' is pretty close to fine in his dictionary. frank turns away from her to grab his shirt off the floor, which only puts the wounds at his side on display and he grunts tellingly on the way back up. at least there's no blood (this time.) ] Sorry.
[ he worries the fabric between his fingers and shakes his head, mortified. he really should've known this was ill-fated but he'll try one more time anyway. ]
Don't guess you'll buy it's not as bad as it looks?
You just grunted picking up your shirt, and I think I might have got a good look at your kidney when you did it, too.
[ the look on his face and his immediate reaction to cover himself up isn't... what she wanted, but she can see why. with her own reaction. the last thing she wanted to do was make him feel uncomfortable around her of all people.
she tilts her head back and sighs. ]
Just--stop, would you?
[ she's trying to be a little more compassionate, but she still comes off a little annoyed. her hands grab his and she manages to pry his shirt from him with little struggle. ]
Hey— [ he exclaims (meekly) as she steals his shirt away from him. what she says gets a confused-puppy stare and he fjords: ] Then why'd we stop?
[ she probably can't like, throw him around, but he's obviously pretty damn sturdy. his condition is testament to little else. frank takes a step towards her this time, one bruised hand closing over her wrist with enough of a grip this time that she'll know he won't fall to pieces if she presses. his head dips to brush lips against hers, gently at first but then firm and questing though he's never been rough in bed and if she wants that she'll likely have to wait. he can still keep up, he's not a total lost cause. ...is he? ]
[ part of her feels fucking horrified when he gives her that adorable ass puppy stare because it increases the rate of beats in her otherwise normal and still heart. she's thankful when he leans into her, not just because she wants him really bad, but because he won't be able to see the redness that's beginning to fill her pale cheeks. yes, please--stop talking, stop giving her those looks.
there's no hesitation on her end as her lips comfortably fit between his own, hands gripping onto either side of his neck. she does question herself a lot, running over various scenarios in her head of how this would work. typically, she goes with the rough route because she's in it for herself. slow sex usually comes with investment and passion and the only things she's invested and passionate about in life are whiskey and a guy in harlem, despite her best efforts to give that one up. either way, it's definitely not with the random dudes she'd bring home.
but she's willing to go slow,.. with him. for him. and that thought leaves her a little unsettled. she had questioned and pushed the idea in her head on him that he couldn't handle her, never expecting it to be the other way around.
briefly she breaks the kiss, breathing heavy against his lips while maintaining their closeness. ]
[ he feels the heat of her face against his anyway, enjoys the feeling of her hands around his throat. frank is unshy in pressing the line of his body against hers, the sparks of pain it inspires not deterring him in the least. he's grinning as the kiss breaks, he's insufferable that way. he kisses her shortly a few times, hungrily, but in a way that takes no effort to sustain. his other hand bites into her hip and he starts walking her backward toward his little bedroom - it's thankfully only a few paces away. ]
[ she wants to be snarky, mention how she's only been after him to do this for the last few days, but the way he grins at her and leads her away from the TV into his room causes her mind to go blank. she smiles and shakes her head while looking down. ]
This is... so lame. [ she says, mid-chuckle between the two statements as she brings her head back up. ] You're lame.
[ everything about this and him is so different than what shes grown accustom to. ]
[ if she thinks he's bad off now, a few days ago he really might not have been able to get it up, truthfully. now, he's obviously not having that problem as he gently nudges her up against the doorway on the way inside. ]
I think you like it. [ he postulates. his lameness, and he laughs too as he presses his forehead against hers and his hands skim downwards to unfasten her jeans. he likes things slow, but he can tell she's even more impatient than he is and he's trying to find a steady balance between them. it's not related to how much he wants her, he tells himself, even as his breathing shallows out against her face. ]
I think you want me to. [ she starts to run her hands down his chest but immediately backs off at the first touch of damaged skin. she said it doesn't bother her, and it really doesn't, but she still doesn't want to unnecessarily hurt him. instead of using her whole hand, her fingertips begin to trickle down him where she left off. ] Take a hardened girl, try to soften her up a little bit...
[ her teeth bite down to her lower lip gently, and hips can't help but instinctively lurch forward at the feel of his hands start to work on her jeans. she, too, begins to mess around that area on him with her own hands while attempting to deal with the buckle on his belt. ]
[ when he feels that tickling touch down his front, it lights up his nerves, makes him want to do something uncharacteristically... aggressive. maybe if he's softening her up, she's doing the opposite to him. he pauses in his task to toe off his boots, stepping on one then the other so she won't get snagged when she goes to pull his pants off. one big, hot hand presses against her belly as he tugs at her jeans, making sure their pelvises brush once before he's pushing them down with her panties unceremoniously.
slowly, he's pushing her tank top up as he leans down to kiss her neck, enjoying drawing this part out just a little. as his hand roves up over her bra, his mouth skips down, lips brushing at the base of her ribcage. ]
Even if I'm wrong about that, I'm pretty sure I have a good understanding of what you want, regardless.
[ her head cocks slightly, scrunching up her nose while staring confidently at him. she follows his lead in kicking off her own boots, finding it easy to get lost in the moment and forget about little nuisances like that while maintaining her balance. soon after she's repeating the process with her clothes this time.
its a welcomed surprised when she feels his lips against her neck, and she moves her head back against the door frame behind her with a tilt to expose the flesh of her neck to him. he might be taking his time and enjoying these little moments with her, but it only makes her work faster with her hands at the that belt buckle, following up with his button and zipper. her strength had spoiled her, it made her impatient in situations where she had the ability to rip away whatever obstacle was in her way.
she pushes his material down of both his pants and undergarment as far as she possibly can, not even phased by the continued trail of bruisers and lacerations. she is, however, gentle when she props her leg up on his hip and pulls him closer to her--if she even could--her own hips propelling forward once more at her own attempt to tease him. ]
[ there's a shallow exhale, maybe from how tender that shot to the ass still is. it doesn't slow him down long, not when she pulls him in and he feels surrounded by her, by her warmth, her skin not feeling cooler against his anymore. frank gasps against her throat for an entirely new cause, even as both arms sneak between the wall and her body to unhook her bra. he's not 100% sure how he's going to get their socks off yet, but he's working through it as he grinds his pelvic bone against hers. just that feels too damn good and he releases a low, shuddering grunt against her ear as the bra comes undone at last and he's able to guide it off her arms to the floor.
he'd usually prefer her guiding all these movements, and he thinks she likes that too, being in control. but the last time he'd tried she'd panicked at the state of him and he wants to get things moving past the point of no return before he gives himself over. allowing himself another indulgent roll of his hips, he pushes his little sound of pleasure against her lips this time, palming her hips as he once again walks her backward, towards the bed this time. ]
[ she had fully expected to be the one to lead this situation, but he was doing a pretty good job of surprising her and holding his own. despite her reservations and objections towards it all, there was definitely some kind of spark there. for her, it just felt nice to feel wanted, like her existence mattered to someone again.
her hands come to fully rest on top of his chest while he starts leading her again, and it isn't until they come to a stop at the foot of the bed that she really comes into her own. it takes little effort to push him back onto the mattress, and she's unable to really get to see his expression afterwards as she's too busy pulling off the rest of whatever clothes are left on the both of them, socks included.
when she comes back up she gets a good look at his whole exposed body to her and it's... rough. she can't keep count with the number of scars and cuts painted over by the black, blue, purple, and yellow bruises on his body, not including the various gashes. she feels guilty, briefly, like she talked him into something that he shouldn't do, but... when her eyes land on his own and she can see the way he's looking at her, she's reminded of his words from earlier: maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
she feels surprisingly light as she crawls on top of him, legs positioning himself around either side of his his. wasting almost no time, her hand offers him a soft stroke before holding him still as she guides her body down on top of his length, causing her eyes to close and lips to part as she lets out a moan.
it's gentle at first, because that's the natural progression of things, but the more her hips move the more excited she becomes. her hands reach down and grab his, slapping them on her sides. she arches herself a little, grabbing onto his forearms before tilting her head back down in his direction. ]
I won't stop unless you stop me or tell me to, so don't be stupid.
[ all of his best-laid plans go out the window when she pushes him down, and the sting in his side from even the gentle nudge does nothing to abate his own excitement. if anything, his heart rate picks up that much more, enthused to have someone he trusts at the helm (i.e. anyone but himself.) there's a relief when his back hits the mattress like yes, that's where he belongs, under her and looking up... he wanted to do more for her, but maybe if he does what she likes here- his brain is short-circuiting anyway. there's no chance for him to overthink it as a soft, grateful smile tugs up the corners of his mouth when she takes off his socks, then her own. he lays out flat for her and relishes her climbing over him, something vulnerable in his gaze as he looks up - and maybe something reverent, too.
he trembles once, a ripple effect from her brief grope, but he's been ready for her a while and even though it's fast he really can't find the cause to complain. frank has no qualms about her moving his hands, and his calloused fingers bite into the soft flesh of her sides before one hand moves to cup her ass appreciatively. in the distant back of his mind, it strikes him that they're doing this unprotected, but his eyes and hands are so full of her he can't dig deeper than that.
the words she drops in his ear are forceful and as unyielding as the rest of her and that's truly his undoing, head arcing back against the pillow as he exposes his throat to her in an unmistakable show of submission. there are so many things he wants to say, but he bites into his lips to hold them at bay when he has no idea how they'll be received. he enjoys this, a lot as she'll be able to feel him fill out even more inside her, staying prone for her, letting her take what she wants. but eventually it's too much for even him and his hips begin a slow grind against hers again, out of joint with the fast pace she rides him with. ]
Don't... stop. [ he manages, barely pushing out the words between his teeth before his eyes are blinking closed against his will. he wants to keep watching her, it's all he wants in the world and so he forces them back open after some (a great deal of) effort. he's not stopping her, even if she's rougher, even if it hurts. it all blends and melds for him into one experience he wouldn't trade for the world. ]
[ her whole body rolls in tandem as hands dropping down to grab a hold of his thighs, digging into him as she braces herself. she hasn't forgotten about his condition, but she warned him and he told her not to stop, so that's exactly what she's gonna do. that's what pieces of shit like them want, isn't it? not to be treated special, just be treated the same as anyone else? besides, she's getting to that part where the pleasure is overriding her logic, anyway.
there's something satisfying about seeing his reaction beneath her and how there's the faintest look of struggle as he stares, and it only drives her further along. she wants to see him need her--really need her. she wants to drive him hard into his climax, and just as her hips begin to pick up speed once more, she feels him move into her at her off beats and it causes her lips to part and hang open a little longer than before while releasing a surprised little moan, eyes shutting tightly. ]
Jesus, fuck--
[ after about a minute of relishing in it, it looks as if she gets frustrated as her hands move to the wall above his head, fingers curling and nails digging into the drywall. her body is angled in a better way to grind at him now, obviously very quick and rough at this point. one hand moves from the wall and grabs him beneath his face by the jaw, teething gritting together as she speaks in a low tone. ]
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I don't know. [ it's indifferent, but it's honest. ] Just being alive... My whole existence has killed and ruined so many peoples lives. Every time I try to do the right thing... [ well, she carries her eyes back up to his because he knows, that much she does understand about him. ] I should be dead, I should have died in the car crash that killed the rest of my family. But I'm here, so. I just keep going until I don't have to anymore.
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I guess that's why I do it, too. You can't bring them back, but you can live. That's all either of us can do. [ feels fucking lame in the end, but that's all he's got, really. lame platitudes and dumb jokes. ]
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but she was realizing their similarities weren't just there for her to use and take advantage of. it was starting to make an emotional connection between them, and feelings that weren't just... fleeting, intense feelings of passion. it's something she didn't expect to and doesn't want to have to deal with. ]
I shouldn't be here. [ she shouldn't, but just like how they both live, here she is. ]
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You don't have to go. [ he says then immediately isn't sure why he said it, biting down on his lip and tasting blood, but he can ignore that for at least a few minutes. he assumes they're not sleeping together because of something he said, or maybe what she did. he points ahead to the screen suddenly. ] We could... finish the movie?
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there's a long pause. she doesn't know what to say to him, but apparently she's not smart enough to leave, either. ]
Is that really what you want? [ and she takes a cautious step forward towards him. maybe if they just stop talking... ]
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If it means you don't leave. [ frank clarifies, a gentle smile tugging up his broken lips, even as it reveals the cut he'd worried open, blood shining brightly in the dim lighting of the space. he's not like her, not this way. it isn't hard for him to admit this is more than sex for him, because it always will be. it's up to her if she can accept that. ]
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she takes note of the blood but unsurprisingly it doesn't bother her as her hand comes to rest on the side of his cheek, thumb moving to brush away the excess at the injury. ]
And if I stay? What then?
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Well. I thought maybe... we could have that drink. [ this time he's obviously talking about her meaning of the phrase. ]
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she's light at first when their lips connect, more so than usual. not that she's a gentle kisser in the first place, but something about his appearance paired with her abilities makes him feel fragile to her. the hint of iron doesn't bother her as her other hand makes way to his neck, using this to pull herself into his chest now, still maintaining her careful demeanor. ]
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she doesn't even see the immense damage as she pulls it up and over his chest, too inconvenienced that she has to break their kiss in order to completely pull it off of him. once she does, however, she gets a full glance of just what she's working with and takes a step back. ]
Jesus Christ--look at you!
[ it sounds more hostile than it's actually meant to be, but that's jessica jones for you. she's more annoyed than anything, because clearly he is in no position to be... put in any kind of position. and she's really, really turned on right now. ]
What exactly am I supposed to do here when you look like this? Why the hell would you even invite my freaky super hero strength ass over here to have sex with you when clearly--
[ maybe she's not giving him enough credit but, holy shit she honestly feels like she could have accidentally killed him. she knew he was damaged but had no idea the severity of it, and he gave no indication that it was even an issue. ]
Does your dick even work right now? Is it still there??
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"gave no indication" was definitely not how he'd describe... any of their conversations, but she also seemed hellbent on taking his refusal personally, so yes, maybe... this was a bad idea. the whole thing. just from kissing her, there's an obvious situation going on through his jeans, so he doesn't even bother answering the second part of that. ]
I'm fine. [ if it comes out a little defensive, well. but in his defense, 'alive' is pretty close to fine in his dictionary. frank turns away from her to grab his shirt off the floor, which only puts the wounds at his side on display and he grunts tellingly on the way back up. at least there's no blood (this time.) ] Sorry.
[ he worries the fabric between his fingers and shakes his head, mortified. he really should've known this was ill-fated but he'll try one more time anyway. ]
Don't guess you'll buy it's not as bad as it looks?
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[ the look on his face and his immediate reaction to cover himself up isn't... what she wanted, but she can see why. with her own reaction. the last thing she wanted to do was make him feel uncomfortable around her of all people.
she tilts her head back and sighs. ]
Just--stop, would you?
[ she's trying to be a little more compassionate, but she still comes off a little annoyed. her hands grab his and she manages to pry his shirt from him with little struggle. ]
It doesn't bother me, looking at it.
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[ she probably can't like, throw him around, but he's obviously pretty damn sturdy. his condition is testament to little else. frank takes a step towards her this time, one bruised hand closing over her wrist with enough of a grip this time that she'll know he won't fall to pieces if she presses. his head dips to brush lips against hers, gently at first but then firm and questing though he's never been rough in bed and if she wants that she'll likely have to wait. he can still keep up, he's not a total lost cause. ...is he? ]
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there's no hesitation on her end as her lips comfortably fit between his own, hands gripping onto either side of his neck. she does question herself a lot, running over various scenarios in her head of how this would work. typically, she goes with the rough route because she's in it for herself. slow sex usually comes with investment and passion and the only things she's invested and passionate about in life are whiskey and a guy in harlem, despite her best efforts to give that one up. either way, it's definitely not with the random dudes she'd bring home.
but she's willing to go slow,.. with him. for him. and that thought leaves her a little unsettled. she had questioned and pushed the idea in her head on him that he couldn't handle her, never expecting it to be the other way around.
briefly she breaks the kiss, breathing heavy against his lips while maintaining their closeness. ]
You really are the worlds most stubborn man.
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I'm willing to test that if you are.
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This is... so lame. [ she says, mid-chuckle between the two statements as she brings her head back up. ] You're lame.
[ everything about this and him is so different than what shes grown accustom to. ]
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I think you like it. [ he postulates. his lameness, and he laughs too as he presses his forehead against hers and his hands skim downwards to unfasten her jeans. he likes things slow, but he can tell she's even more impatient than he is and he's trying to find a steady balance between them. it's not related to how much he wants her, he tells himself, even as his breathing shallows out against her face. ]
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[ her teeth bite down to her lower lip gently, and hips can't help but instinctively lurch forward at the feel of his hands start to work on her jeans. she, too, begins to mess around that area on him with her own hands while attempting to deal with the buckle on his belt. ]
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[ when he feels that tickling touch down his front, it lights up his nerves, makes him want to do something uncharacteristically... aggressive. maybe if he's softening her up, she's doing the opposite to him. he pauses in his task to toe off his boots, stepping on one then the other so she won't get snagged when she goes to pull his pants off. one big, hot hand presses against her belly as he tugs at her jeans, making sure their pelvises brush once before he's pushing them down with her panties unceremoniously.
slowly, he's pushing her tank top up as he leans down to kiss her neck, enjoying drawing this part out just a little. as his hand roves up over her bra, his mouth skips down, lips brushing at the base of her ribcage. ]
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[ her head cocks slightly, scrunching up her nose while staring confidently at him. she follows his lead in kicking off her own boots, finding it easy to get lost in the moment and forget about little nuisances like that while maintaining her balance. soon after she's repeating the process with her clothes this time.
its a welcomed surprised when she feels his lips against her neck, and she moves her head back against the door frame behind her with a tilt to expose the flesh of her neck to him. he might be taking his time and enjoying these little moments with her, but it only makes her work faster with her hands at the that belt buckle, following up with his button and zipper. her strength had spoiled her, it made her impatient in situations where she had the ability to rip away whatever obstacle was in her way.
she pushes his material down of both his pants and undergarment as far as she possibly can, not even phased by the continued trail of bruisers and lacerations. she is, however, gentle when she props her leg up on his hip and pulls him closer to her--if she even could--her own hips propelling forward once more at her own attempt to tease him. ]
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he'd usually prefer her guiding all these movements, and he thinks she likes that too, being in control. but the last time he'd tried she'd panicked at the state of him and he wants to get things moving past the point of no return before he gives himself over. allowing himself another indulgent roll of his hips, he pushes his little sound of pleasure against her lips this time, palming her hips as he once again walks her backward, towards the bed this time. ]
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her hands come to fully rest on top of his chest while he starts leading her again, and it isn't until they come to a stop at the foot of the bed that she really comes into her own. it takes little effort to push him back onto the mattress, and she's unable to really get to see his expression afterwards as she's too busy pulling off the rest of whatever clothes are left on the both of them, socks included.
when she comes back up she gets a good look at his whole exposed body to her and it's... rough. she can't keep count with the number of scars and cuts painted over by the black, blue, purple, and yellow bruises on his body, not including the various gashes. she feels guilty, briefly, like she talked him into something that he shouldn't do, but... when her eyes land on his own and she can see the way he's looking at her, she's reminded of his words from earlier: maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
she feels surprisingly light as she crawls on top of him, legs positioning himself around either side of his his. wasting almost no time, her hand offers him a soft stroke before holding him still as she guides her body down on top of his length, causing her eyes to close and lips to part as she lets out a moan.
it's gentle at first, because that's the natural progression of things, but the more her hips move the more excited she becomes. her hands reach down and grab his, slapping them on her sides. she arches herself a little, grabbing onto his forearms before tilting her head back down in his direction. ]
I won't stop unless you stop me or tell me to, so don't be stupid.
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he trembles once, a ripple effect from her brief grope, but he's been ready for her a while and even though it's fast he really can't find the cause to complain. frank has no qualms about her moving his hands, and his calloused fingers bite into the soft flesh of her sides before one hand moves to cup her ass appreciatively. in the distant back of his mind, it strikes him that they're doing this unprotected, but his eyes and hands are so full of her he can't dig deeper than that.
the words she drops in his ear are forceful and as unyielding as the rest of her and that's truly his undoing, head arcing back against the pillow as he exposes his throat to her in an unmistakable show of submission. there are so many things he wants to say, but he bites into his lips to hold them at bay when he has no idea how they'll be received. he enjoys this, a lot as she'll be able to feel him fill out even more inside her, staying prone for her, letting her take what she wants. but eventually it's too much for even him and his hips begin a slow grind against hers again, out of joint with the fast pace she rides him with. ]
Don't... stop. [ he manages, barely pushing out the words between his teeth before his eyes are blinking closed against his will. he wants to keep watching her, it's all he wants in the world and so he forces them back open after some (a great deal of) effort. he's not stopping her, even if she's rougher, even if it hurts. it all blends and melds for him into one experience he wouldn't trade for the world. ]
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there's something satisfying about seeing his reaction beneath her and how there's the faintest look of struggle as he stares, and it only drives her further along. she wants to see him need her--really need her. she wants to drive him hard into his climax, and just as her hips begin to pick up speed once more, she feels him move into her at her off beats and it causes her lips to part and hang open a little longer than before while releasing a surprised little moan, eyes shutting tightly. ]
Jesus, fuck--
[ after about a minute of relishing in it, it looks as if she gets frustrated as her hands move to the wall above his head, fingers curling and nails digging into the drywall. her body is angled in a better way to grind at him now, obviously very quick and rough at this point. one hand moves from the wall and grabs him beneath his face by the jaw, teething gritting together as she speaks in a low tone. ]
You sure about that??
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