[ how can she get him worked up like this in seconds? it's as comforting as it is unsurprising that she told no one she was coming here. it really does add to the feeling that he's got her all to himself - and then she says as much, something that truly catches him off-guard. while it didn't take her nearly as long to start making unnecessary sound post reims, he still doesn't think of jessica jones as someone who minces words. everything she says is deliberate and usually rude, so any kindness is to be cherished and reveled in, especially since there's no chance it was said to save his feelings.
frank shifts so he's laying down with his back against the full length of the sofa. then he tugs her down on top of him with a tiny sound of satisfaction when her weight settles over him. rocky is truly displaced then, but his offended huffing goes unnoticed as frank plays back that admission over and over again, memorizing how it sounds. you got me, too. it makes him feel dangerously close to saying something even crazier than his suggestion to leave the world behind. when he kisses her again, it does the job anyway, the contact transporting him to a ratty tent in the middle of the woods no one will ever stumble upon.
hot, calloused hands push up under her shirt, mapping her low belly before resting warmly on her back, arcing his much heavier body up into hers and feeling the tight fit he noticed the very first time they came together this way. there are words at the tip of his tongue, far too many to articulate at the moment, so he tries to bring them out in the crash of their lips and the meld of their hips, quickly forgetting about speaking though there's no hesitation in the loud moan he tucks against her lips. there's something deeply satisfying about being noisy after shutting up for so long, even if for a long time after reims it was by choice. ]
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frank shifts so he's laying down with his back against the full length of the sofa. then he tugs her down on top of him with a tiny sound of satisfaction when her weight settles over him. rocky is truly displaced then, but his offended huffing goes unnoticed as frank plays back that admission over and over again, memorizing how it sounds. you got me, too. it makes him feel dangerously close to saying something even crazier than his suggestion to leave the world behind. when he kisses her again, it does the job anyway, the contact transporting him to a ratty tent in the middle of the woods no one will ever stumble upon.
hot, calloused hands push up under her shirt, mapping her low belly before resting warmly on her back, arcing his much heavier body up into hers and feeling the tight fit he noticed the very first time they came together this way. there are words at the tip of his tongue, far too many to articulate at the moment, so he tries to bring them out in the crash of their lips and the meld of their hips, quickly forgetting about speaking though there's no hesitation in the loud moan he tucks against her lips. there's something deeply satisfying about being noisy after shutting up for so long, even if for a long time after reims it was by choice. ]