oorah | ( OPEN ) Frank Castle

[ it's endearing to her how much of a good listener he is, the way he pulls back to stare at her even after distracting him with her lips. the expression on his face is everything to her right now as she memorizes every feature and the way his eyes tell her how much he's enjoy this... it's even becoming too much for her. letting out a loud almost frustrated moan, she tilts her head back. she wasn't about to be the one to be first again this time, especially after cumming once already. ]

Yeah? [ she questions back at him, doing her best to maintain her ferocity with her hips while trying to keep her own orgasm at bay. inhaling deeply, she hangs her mouth open for a bit before speaking to him once more. ] Fuck, Frank...

[ she'll have to tell him plainly otherwise he'll hold out all night if he has to, even as his eyes darken noticeably and he's moving back against her now with no restraint whatsoever. his fingers continue to move gently over the line of her waist despite the rough way they're both coming together now. he grunts in reply to her question, surging forward in an attempt to get her to tighten up on him even more. he wants to struggle, he doesn't want to have to think at all. ]

Don't stop, Jess. [ he hisses even as he starts feeling lightheaded. things are coming to a head for him, but her dominance is more important to him now than either of their pleasure, especially his own. ]

[ goddamn, his stubbornness could rival her own, though she shouldn't be so surprised. she might even be a little impressed by it all. everything is becoming a blur, now, especially after he says her name again. ]

I want it, Frank-- [ despite being in the dominant position here, she's the one begging for him as her hand tightens at all his actions indicating for her to do so. she mouth is releasing a steady stream of moans now as one hand braces the couch behind him for support as she comes crashing down on top of him. ] I want your cum so fucking bad!

[ he nods, beyond earnest as she starts to tell him what she wants. a weak moan spills from him at her beg, airway constricted enough that it barely ekes out. the fact is he'd do anything for her right now, is thinking of nothing else, in fact and it's exactly what he'd wanted in turn. that scream has his hips speeding up, drilling up into her as blunt nails dig into her backside at last. ]

Yeah? [ frank pushes out breathlessly, face turning red as she chokes him out. he never would have imagined in a million years this would get him off, but he's realizing anything jessica does will get him there, and it's no coincidence that the entire scene has a proprietary tinge to it. ] You want me to... come inside you... right now?

[ he just barely gets the words out in any recognizable way, not used to speaking so plainly during sex but too far gone to care. besides, she said she liked hearing him, didn't she? frank pushes up against her grip one final time and comes explosively inside her, still in the throes of his own orgasm as two fingers press unsubtly to her clit. he wants her to come to, right now, all over again, while he's still inside her. ]

[ if she wasn't already at her limit, hearing him talk to her like that pretty much just pushed her over the edge, and at the right time, too. anyone else it might not have that big of an effect on her, but coming from him not only is it incredibly attractive, she feels a little privileged to witness it for herself. it's definitely something she'll be thinking about for awhile, even after this moment has passsed.

before she can even respond, she can see that familiar look on his face just as he begins to release himself inside of her. almost immediately after, with the additional help from his thumb, that familiar sensation rushes over her and everything about her suddenly tenses up, eyes shutting tightly as she comes. her hand gives one last final squeeze in the midst of it all as she moans loudly for him. her hips thrust downwards hard on him a few more good times before she stops just at his base, rolling forward gently with him still inside of her as she slowly begins to loosen up. ] Jesus, Frank... [ she whispers to him breathlessly, giving him a pretty exhausted look as she drops her hand from his neck. her forehead leans against his as she attempts to catch her breath in this pretty damn near perfect moment with him. ]

[ he gulps air greedily into his lungs the second she lets go, hand lifting to catch hers so that his fingers wrap around her palm. the wet fingers of his other hand wipe against her thigh and gently hold on as she presses her face against his. frank lets out a satisfied little sigh though his breathing is still harsh. he's smiling softly now even as drowsiness starts to set in. he'll fight it as long as he can to bask in the moment with her. ]

That was... [ he trails off, not knowing what to say there. in place of the words, the hand not entangled with hers lifts up to bury in her hair as his lips fit to jessica's in a soft wrap-up of everything he feels for her. the hand holding hers braces against his chest while they kiss, though he has no delusions of it being sustainable in the moment. ]

[ there's a small, almost innocent sounding laugh she makes when he says that, but it's quickly silenced as soon as his lips press against her own. her free hand comes to grab onto his forearm and she kisses him back with absolutely no qualms, tilting her head to the side a bit. when it breaks she gasps for air while focusing her gaze on him for a minute, before pulling his hand that's holding her hair back to her cheek where she rests her face. there's a small, content smile on her lips as she turns to kiss his palm, before falling limply against his body. ]

I don't normally like to admit when I've been proved wrong, but... [ she pauses, head resting on his shoulder while facing his neck, still catching up with her breathing. ] You handled me pretty well.

[ he laughs, a gentle chuckle rolled into her ear as his arms fold across her back, one hand still playing in her hair as he holds her against him. he's already scared she'll leave again, but he can't deny himself this anyway, a tiny shiver causing a quiver through his midsection. ]

Next time maybe you'll take my word for it.

Yeah, well. Not a whole lot left to prove in that department anymore. [ using a hand, she idly traces her fingers over his chest, scars and all, thinking about how the last time they did this she was afraid to even touch him. it's amazing what a few weeks can do. she presses her forehead against the side of his neck, closing her eyes. ]

No? [ he's a little surprised at the praise, not sure how she could be impressed by him of all people in this category. but he's not interested in pursuing it further and he freezes up a little as he remembers the question he'd wanted to ask her both times they'd been intimate now but had gotten too swept up in the moment. his skin grows hot under her touch, a steady flush climbing up his throat as he tries to force himself to bring up the difficult subject, knowing full well it's his fault for letting it go so long as is. ] Hey, Jess... can I ask you something?

[ she can't help but tense up a bit and reopen her eyes when he says it, looking more annoyed than she actually feels. releasing a sigh against him, she continues her movements against his skin with her fingers. ] You just did.

Right, um. [ a promising start as his eyes close, reveling in the feeling of her fingers mapping his skin, but he needs to focus now. it keeps eluding him. ] Are we... I mean, do you usually, uh.

[ he swallows, tasting bile. this is beyond awkward. probably best to just spit it out, if he can manage it. his fingers dig into her back like he's scared of her bailing when she hears it. ]

Is this going to be a... exclusive type thing between us or - I'm not, I told you I didn't expect anything and I meant it, it's just, we haven't used anything the past two times and that's probably my fault for not being prepared and for getting swept up... Not that I think. I mean, I know you're being safe, uh. Otherwise?

[ what the fuck are words right now he is so nervous he wants to die thanks for asking ]

Edited (one letter eddittttt) 2019-02-25 05:48 (UTC)

[ okay.

okay.

excuse the fuck out of her???

her head retracts back and she furrows her brows because... wow she's kind of confused, and offended? can they not have a nice post sex cuddle moment, frank? peeling herself off of him she stares at him with the most unamused fucking expression. ]

First off, holy shit. Second, uhhhh... what the fuck? Third, can you make up your mind on what the hell it is you want this to be? Fourth, because yes, somehow in that one line of questioning you've managed to get this many different responses out of me, why did you not say anything--I don't know, when I put you inside of me? TWICE?

[ now that she's pretty much voiced all her concerns, she starts to feel a little... embarrassed. clearly she wouldn't be letting him cum in her if she wasn't on some type of birth control, but he's not wrong. he has every right to still ask. to still question. it's a valid concern. but if this made him feel uncomfortable... she puts her hands in her face and groans. ] Oh my God...

Sorry, sorry. [ he sounds almost panicked, tone pitchy as she pulls back from him. his hand closes around her thigh, not wanting her to get up though he knows logically he's not strong enough to keep her anywhere. his face is red now too as he glances away, though his eyes flick back to catch hers every few seconds. ] I didn't... I wasn't really thinking things through.

[ to say the absolute least. frank chews his lips, wishing he were amy degree of smooth in this arena. ]

On the third thing, I want what you want. [ that isn't strictly true, but it's close and she'll be able to see the sincerity in his gaze as he forces it to steady some, his other hand cupping her throat, his thumb idly stroking at her collar. she can shove him off and away, of course, but there's something like awe in his eyes even still when he looks up at her. ] I think you've gleaned by now I'm kinda old-fashioned. [ it sounds hopelessly self-loathing. ] But if you want to... see other people like this, that's up to you.

[ he's just definitely not going to. and obviously if she is going to bang other dudes, they should probably put on a raincoat, yes??? l o r d. ]

Am I the worst person in the world at this or what?

Oh my God. [ she says again while picking her hand up from her hands, only this time more outspoken. ] Seriously?? [ he's still... inside of her. this is just making it so much more awkward for her. ] You're really doing this, aren't you?

[ she just sits there for a minute, taking it all in. the more she thinks about it, the more annoyed she gets until finally she clenches her teeth together and stands up abruptly, pushing aside any limbs that may have been grabbing at her. ] Of course I'm not seeing anyone else, idiot. No, no--I take that back. I'm the idiot, right? I just go out and sleep with a bunch of men at once without a condom because that's me, drunk and stupid Jessica Jones. [ she scoffs and shakes her head, raging her clothes up into a ball in her arms. boy did this feel familiar. ] And for the record, asshole, the only reason why I'm here, hooking up with the same guy more than once is because I like you, Frank. Yeah, that's right. Fucking ironic, isn't it? I wanted to use you for sex and actually developed feelings for you, how fucked up is that? [ wow, she's really going... to town on this. apparently this is what happens when you confuse and offend the shit out of her. ] So you can imagine how this implying we shouldn't be together and then implying we should back and forth bullshit is really kind of driving me insane.

[ god. she just stands there and stares at him a minute, lips pressed together tight as she stares down at him. this was a mistake, she knows that now. her feelings got the better of her and her judgment. throwing her pile on the couch, she begins to dress herself. ]

[ jesus christ he knows how to fuck things up gOOD. frank looks horrified when she gets up, but lets his hands fall away from her without trying to reach back. he can imagine this isn't pillowtalk she wanted, and he asked in the most awkward way possible, but he did really need to know. and now he's confused again. frank tracks down his boxers with his eyes so he can pull them back on and lean against the couch, not wanting to get in her way though he doesn't intend to let her leave without saying more - it just felt wrong to be naked while she's getting dressed. ]

You're not stupid. [ it's soft, but insistent. he's frustrated that they keep misunderstanding each other and he wishes she had just told him this from the beginning, but maybe she didn't know. he certainly didn't intend to have feelings for her himself beyond friendship, but he's pretty good at the whole unrequited thing. maybe that complacency is what led him to fuck this up so many separate times. ] And I really... am an asshole.

[ so she's got that right. he folds his legs and finds it hard to keep his eyes off her, tracking each sliver of flesh before her clothing covers it again. ]

You told me we couldn't be together. I... I really like you, Jessica. [ enough to terrify him and he doesn't bother covering the expression. ] I didn't mean to imply anything, but that.

Don't-- [ she sounds so inconvenienced by his admittance. ] Don't do that. Don't tell me that.

[ she's so frustrated getting her clothes on is proving to be difficult, so she just kind of stops for the time being. ] I said I shouldn't want this, and you agreed. Said that I shouldn't expect anything from you. And then you keep asking and saying shit that makes me feel otherwise. The most frustrating thing about it all is that it shouldn't matter and I shouldn't care, but... [ she trails of, unsure of what exactly is going on right now. logically, she doesn't want this--shouldn't. maybe that's why she came here, to prove she could still do this, despite it all. but emotionally she's already invested and somehow the idea of being exclusive with him doesn't sound terrible to her, and that brings out an irrational fear in her. so yeah, she shouldn't want it. but for some reason she does, without even knowing how it could. she turns her head briefly, before looking back at him. ] This isn't gonna work, is it?

[ it's only as she goes on that he realizes how severe the communication breakdown really was. he sits up, trying to implore her not to leave with his gaze alone, but when she stops dressing he takes his opportunity to try and keep her there. ]

Why? 'Cause we care? [ frank shakes his head, unwilling to accept that. ] Even if you decide to walk out that door right now, that's not gonna change, Jess.

[ he gets that now- took him long enough. ]

Look, I think you misunderstood me and I just wanna clear the air 'cause... I'm not used to talking about this stuff. I'm bad at it. I was married to the same woman for fourteen years and now she's gone and- I said don't expect anything from me because I don't know what I'm capable of, like this. [ he gestures between the two of them. he hadn't gotten past one night with beth before he got her shot, so. this is seriously new territory for him. ] And I'm... I'm the fuckin' Punisher, alright? I can't make you any promises, not because I don't want to, just 'cause...

[ he might not live through the week? he might get her hurt? all of the above and more. but he's not done talking. ]

You told me not to let you go, though, and I can do that much. [ so please stay. ]

[ she rolls her tongue on the inside of her cheek, annoyed at the accuracy of his first statement. still, regardless of how true it may be, that's what she does. she swallows it all and pretends like it doesn't exist and moves on with her life. because she has to, because it's what best for everyone else.

it isn't until he continues speaking, though, for her to realize how selfish she's being. his words are a slap in her face--a good one, it's a wake up call. even if it's not entirely her fault for not fully understanding him, she feels like she should have known. now she's the one who feels like the biggest asshole. pushing her hair behind her ears she looks down as he talks, taking it all in, really listening to everything he has to say. she owes him that much. ]

I'm... [ she clears her throat, trying to push the words out. ] Clearly not good at this. I'm an asshole and... [ god, what does she even say to all that? her gaze bounces back up to meet his. ] You're fine--it's fine. I understand. [ and maybe that last part is a big of an exaggeration, but she gets it better, at least. understands where all this is coming from. ]

[ he reaches out to try and catch her wrist and drag her back down onto the sofa, a gentle look in his eyes. it doesn't seem "fine" to him, but he's glad he got the chance to say his piece. she hasn't understood him from the beginning and he knows that's his fault, he leaves things out he thinks are obvious or just hard to vocalize. ]

What if we just agree to be assholes that are bad at this - together? [ an almost bright suggestion, some amusement creeping back into his voice. ]

[ she doesn't resist his pull and allows herself to be seated beside him, still not too sure what she's doing. his response earns him a slight smirk from her as she looks over at him. ]

Yeah? You still want to be around my crazy, messy ass?

Edited (I'M SICK AND DELIRIOUS AND CAN'T TYPE) 2019-02-25 19:20 (UTC)

Hold on, let me think about it. [ he pushes in for a kiss, brief but full of emotion, before pulling back to tip his forehead against hers, tongue darting out to chase her taste across his lips. ] Getting warmer.

[ before she can respond, frank's stomach growls loudly. it might be time to finish his dinner now that he's worked back up an appetite. ]

[ she kisses him back briefly before he pulls away, wishing it were longer. just a bit. he gets another smile from her, before shooting him a dramatic scowl. ] Big mistake.

[ when his stomach growls she glances down to where the noise emitted from. ] That's not surprising, considering you barely touched your food. Go finish it. [ she nods towards the kitchen, grabbing her tank top as she pulls it over her head. it's the only other article of clothing she's wearing other than her panties. yeah, her underwear was the only thing she managed to put on in a rage. ] Bathroom?

[ he watches her pull her shirt on before leaning in for another kiss. this one lingers just a bit. he points to the right, the only door in the place besides the front. ]

You're sticking around a while? [ just confirming before he gets up to obey her. he really is hungry, but it's not worth missing her slipping out the door. he doesn't think she would after the understanding they came to, but he still has to doublecheck before losing sight of her. ]

[ standing up she begins walking in the direction he points, calling out to him over her shoulder. ] I don't know, do I need to go pick up condoms? [ it's said in jest, but... if that's still something she's worried about she's more than willing to go. ]

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