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| Happiness I've Known; 5/23 - Night - (Frank/Rachel) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 10 2014, 10:17 PM (373 Views) | |
| Diamondback | Mar 1 2014, 11:06 PM Post #16 |
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Why torture yourself when life will do it for you?
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He was pulling in air like his lungs were starved or it and she could feel the pounding of his heart. Too hard, too fast. Grey eyes locking on hers when she turned them to him. Saw...so much swirling there in that look. Things she'd never expected from anyone, things that made her heart turn over in her chest. Things that made her sorry, because she knew she'd helped put them there. Not on purpose. Never on purpose. Somebody who cared about her that much, worried about her that much, she'd never really had that. At least not in so long it wasn't more than a faint memory. Since she'd barely been out of school, she'd been on her own and she'd never been great at thinking things through. Not then, not now, either, if she was honest. So she ended up scaring him and pissing him off and all Rachel had to give him for that was the assurance that she was okay. Chimera hadn't flattened her with a jet, she hadn't splattered them all over Alaska trying to land in an ice field. She was right here, right now. Maybe she was clumsy with it, because she saw that flicker in his eyes. Something darker there, maybe, but she kept on all the same. She whole. In one piece. She was okay. They were both okay. “Yeah,” he said like he was trying to get himself to believe it. Maybe she should kiss him again, or try something else that might convince him. But she could still feel his heart hammering like it was trying to burst out of his chest as his hands stroked down her arms, then up again. Though light again now, like he was back to thinking she might break on him and so Rachel just stayed where she was. “Yeah.” Lowering her arms a little, she rested her palms on each side of his neck, one thumb stroking that ridge right at his jawline. Feeling the tension and not know what to say or to do to ease it the way she wanted to. Her hands and her body, she could use those. Knew exactly how and with Frank it meant something. More than she had words for, but Rachel still just stood there, feeling the beat of his heart and watching his eyes. “Stay that way. Please,” he asked her those strong hands stopping on her upper arms and eyes searching for something in hers. Swear to god her heart actually squeezed in her chest. "Okay," she agreed with a nod, a little bit of a smile ghosting at the edges of her mouth. "Okay," Rachel said again, voice soft, because it mattered to him and so it mattered to her. Because she mattered to him. Maybe she'd be mad at him again later, when their ideas of 'okay' ran head on into each other, but that was later and this was now. And now, she wanted to kiss him again, and so she did. Leaning back into him and mouth on his and not wanting to let him go and knowing that was more than okay. As far as she was concerned, that was everything. |
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| Constrictor | Mar 4 2014, 10:58 PM Post #17 |
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There you go again, giving a fuck when it ain't your turn.
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How fucking much could a person want something? Frank didn’t know. He hadn’t ever had much reason to think about that. Hadn’t ever wanted anything that much - not for a long time, anyway. He’d learned enough about how things ended up not to bother wanting them when they still seemed good. But he wanted this all the same. Wanted Rach to be okay. Wanted her to want that for herself. Wanted her to stay that way, whatever the fuck happened tomorrow, or next week, or whenever things went like they would. He wanted it so fucking damn much, sometimes it felt like it didn’t mean anything anymore, because the world spilled out of focus and nothing made any fucking sense at all. Like right now. Couldn’t even think, couldn’t really even feel anything, apart from that, and the way his heart kept slamming into his ribs, as though that might fucking help anything at all. It wouldn’t though, and he knew that, but fucking thing wasn’t getting the message, even when she’d slid those slender, gentle fingers up to his neck, brushing over his jaw like that was enough to soothe away all the tension the muscles were holding. It almost was, too. Or normally, it was. And tonight? Fuck, tonight, he didn’t even know. Her hands, the way she was looking at him, green eyes turned up and worried maybe, or maybe just trying to understand, or maybe... fuck if he knew. Fuck if he could figure out any of it. She was okay. She needed to stay that way. Add a please to that, because fuck. Fuck. Fuck. There had to be a way to make that happen. "Okay," she agreed with a nod, a little bit of a smile ghosting at the edges of her mouth. Some sort of knot eased around Frank’s ribs then, let out one notch of tension from his jaw. Not enough to smile, not just yet, but something eased, all the same. "Okay," Rachel said again, voice soft, and it was there, wasn’t it? Whatever it was he’d been looking for, even if he still didn’t have a name for what it was, except she looked, or sounded, or somethinged, like she meant it. Most beautiful woman in the whole damn world, and she didn’t even know it, even when she looked at him that way. Probably would have told him he was stupid, or something, if he’d told her. She did things like that. She kissed him then. She did things like that too, fuck knew why, but she did, only this time there was something even more. Just soft, when she leaned in. Maybe it was nothing for the romantics, the stories, all of that crap, but she leaned in, put her mouth against his, and her body against his, and a whole sailboat full of knots he hadn’t really thought he’d had undid all at once while he let his lips part and kissed her back. It was surreal, was what it was. Only it didn’t feel like anything but real, when he drew his hands up along the outside of her arms, let his fingers stroke over the tops of her shoulders and along her collarbone, as lightly as he might have run them over feathers. She was okay. She wanted to stay that way. When Frank stopped, pulling back enough to look at her again, he was smiling, though he only half realized that. Somehow, it was easy to do though, though it was still a breath that was still more than a little disbelieving that he let out like the start of a laugh as he shook his head. “You’re something else, Darling,” he told her, saying it like the straight up compliment that it was. “Something special.” Nothing made less sense than the fact she was here, with her arms wrapped around him, where he could hold her, touch her. Draw one forefinger down the line of her breastbone, starting at her neck, tracing the soft skin exposed by the unzipped stealthsuit, just because he wanted to, and maybe she actually wanted that too. Yeah. His heart had slowed again, though it still felt like it might burst at any time, just from whatever it was that had flooded into it again. Something soft and warm and sitll not exaclty familiar, though maybe one of these days he could even get used to it. No way that that deserved anything but a smile, for being the luckiest damn loser on the face of this earth, so Frank didn’t fuck around with giving that, before he tipped his head down to kiss her again. One of these days, maybe. Yeah, that almost sounded good. |
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| Diamondback | Mar 6 2014, 01:26 AM Post #18 |
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Why torture yourself when life will do it for you?
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Okay. He wanted her to stay in one piece, she didn't exactly hate the idea. Never had, no matter what ideas Frank had in his head. Maybe she didn't always go about it the smartest way she could, but she also didn't all the things that drove him nuts on purpose. A big part of her life had been spent surviving and doing that the best way she could. Frank, though, he cared about her. Loved her. She mattered to him and what he wanted, what he needed, mattered to her. So it wasn't such a hard thing to agree to, not if that's what he needed from her. If it was, that's what she wanted to give him. Wanted to take that tension out of him that was sending his heart into overdrive, that was putting that look on his face. It wasn't a hard thing to say. Not a hard thing to agree to. Sure, they'd probably butt heads over it again, but if she could do something to help keep that look off his face, it wasn't much for him to ask. It wasn't much for her to give. God knew, she'd have been willing to give him a lot more if he'd asked. He never did, though. Never asked her for anything, never expected anything from her, even when he should. What the hell had she ever done to deserve someone like that? Not nearly enough, Rachel knew that as she kissed him. Wrapped her arms around him and tried to tell him with that all the things she didn't know any words for. Felt him start to relax again as he kissed her back. Felt the world spin around them as they stood there. Just them. Rachel and Frank. Her body fit to his, his fingers skimming so carefully over her shoulders, along the ridge of her collarbone. For just that long it really did feel like everything. When he pulled back, Frank was smiling again, letting out a breath or maybe a try at a laugh as he shook his head. “You’re something else, Darling,” he told her, saying it like the straight up compliment that it was so that even she couldn't manage a wisecrack to answer it with like she might've any other time. “Something special.” Another thing she knew she'd never earned. A word nobody else would ever think to put to her. Nobody but Frank, who somehow saw something special in a girl who threw fake diamonds and sometimes thought she was a hero. And sometimes knew damned well she wasn't. "I love you," she told him again, slight crease between her brows and voice solemn because those words seemed too easy. Too common, but she couldn't find any to replace them with. Stopped trying as his fingertip slid along her skin, tracing a line from her neck down between her breasts and all the words turned to a softly hummed, "Mmmmmm," of pleasure and contentment. His hands on her felt natural, right. Her own hands stroked back down along the sides of his heck, over the lines of those broad shoulders. Fingers traced lightly over the lines that harness had left, head tiling back and eyes closing as he kissed her again. Rachel stopped looking for the words, then. Ran her palms down instead, over the hard planes of his chest as she pressed in against him. Deepened the kiss as something warm and soft at the edges bloomed in her chest, spread to her stomach. Made her heart race again and sent a shiver down her spine. No words for any of that, all of that, but maybe right now she didn't need them. Maybe they weren't important and maybe this was enough. Because she was his girl, in a way she knew she hadn't been anybody else's. Even Steve's. For as long as she got to be, she was and if she couldn't figure out how to tell him, she could try to show him. |
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| Constrictor | Mar 12 2014, 12:17 AM Post #19 |
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There you go again, giving a fuck when it ain't your turn.
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The hell had happened to make this night into something full up with things he should have been rank fucking impossibilities? He’d been picked up and squeezed by a Hulk and survived. That might have been even weirder than seeing Judd surviving hitting on Blanche like he had, but fuck if Frank wanted to think about that too much right now, and anyway, he half thought the strangest thing of all was staring him right in the face right now: Rachel Leighton, letting him get a straight up compliment in without giving him deflection or shit for it. She was, though. Something special. Probably should have come up with something better than that, something more like the kind of words she deserved - big words, fancy ones, ones that didn’t have to be shared with some fucked up euphemism that didn’t even get at half of just how she was who she was, and what that meant to him. But it was the words he had, and there wasn’t anyone else in here, so Frank guessed they were his. Or hers, like everything else he’d had that he’d wanted to be worth a damn. "I love you," she told him, forehead crinkled up in a little frown thing that made her look for just a moment like the little girl it still seemed like she was sometime. Serious, solemn, innocent or something, and he’d be fucked before he knew just what it was exactly, though it probably said something fucked up about him that it looked as appealing - as outright sexy - as it did. Nah, scratch that. No probably about it, it was fucked up, but he wanted to touch her then, run his finger down from her collarbone, over the narrow line of bare skin she’d left when she’d unzipped her stealthsuit, and so he did, and she hummed, just about straight out purred, when it brushed between her breasts, and... yeah. Felt like something good, even if it shouldn’t have been, and that wasn’t even anything to do with the way her hands felt like magic when they moved over his neck and out to his shoulders. Not that, though that was good too, but this was... something else, the way it felt. Something special, just like her. Warm, and soft, and way too damn precious to risk thinking too hard about, but it felt like it was all that mattered, right now or forever or both. For once in his life, Frank Payne not only knew what he had to do, he actually did it, leaning down to kiss her. Softly at first, as that gorgeous face tilted back to meet his and he closed his eyes and slipped his other hand higher up her back to support her, but soft wasn’t really the word for what Rach did with it, opening her mouth and pulling him closer, trapping her hands and one of his between their bodies as she pressed in, just about moulding herself against him in a way he wouldn’t have wanted to put words to even if he’d been able. One of his hands - the freer one, slid up through the silky strands of her hair to cradle the back of her neck, while Frank worked the other one upward too, working the pad of his thumb in light circles across the bared skin of the inner slopes of her breasts. Perfect skin. Perfect breasts, but even if they hadn’t been, they were Rachel’s, so they would have been anyway. “I love you too,” he said, breaking the kiss and pulling back just so he could look her in the eye and tell her that, because it didn’t feel like there was anything more important he could say, or anything he needed to say more, and often. Smiling too - and it might have surprised Frank to see just how much he was smiling right now, and not even a trace of bitter irony to it, except that he knew what he was looking at. His girl. Hell, tonight she was his girl. Even he couldn’t doubt that, and when you had something like that, how the hell could you care about what might come after? Not for a little while, anyhow, he told himself, bending back down and kissing the side of her neck, down to the line of where her collarbone met her throat. Bringing his hands around as he did, slipping just under the edges of the stealthsuit, easing it open a little further and starting on sliding it all back toward her shoulders, running fingers and palms over her skin as he did. Not that he had anything against that stealthsuit, of course, even if she had jumped right back on the pink as soon as the word had gone out. It helped keep her safe, whole, all of that, so yeah. Good, as far as it went - but right now? Yeah, wouldn’t say no to seeing her out of it, all the same. |
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| Diamondback | Mar 15 2014, 02:38 PM Post #20 |
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Why torture yourself when life will do it for you?
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Words weren't something she'd ever been all that great at. Not even when she'd wanted to be, maybe especially then. Not even when it really mattered. Like it did now, when she wanted to tell Frank all the things she felt, all the things he made her feel. When she wanted to find the words big enough to really make him understand. What he meant to her. What this meant to her. There'd never been words like that in her life. She'd never needed them. What was the point? They hadn't had a place and she didn't know what they were now. So Rachel gave him the ones that she did have. She loved him. Loved him when he looked at her that way. Loved the way he touched her, like he was doing now when it wiped out everything else. Made her feel like that something special he kept telling her she was. Loved him for believing that and for making her want to believe it herself. Loved him for who and what he was: a good man, whether he'd ever believe that or not. She knew the difference. Spent most of her life knowing the difference. Hard learned lessons, but sometimes you didn't get to choose and sometimes you were too young and stupid to realize there was a choice at all until it was too late. And sometimes - now and then - even she could manage to figure out the right choice. And make it. Want to make it, because it felt like the most right one in her life. Like the way he touched her felt right. The way he kissed her felt right as it washed everything else away. Everything but right now and his hand moving over her bare skin and the quick, steady tripping of her heartbeat as it moved into double-time. Her palms moved over broad shoulders, broad chest, corded with muscle from all the years carrying around that harness and those heavy coils. Familiar shape of him under her fingers, just as familiar as the feel of his hands on her, one at the back of her neck, light support holding her there as she kept her mouth on his, body against his. Other sliding feather soft along the exposed skin where she'd unzipped her stealth suit. Anticipation sent the prickle of goose bumps along her skin and drew out something from her that was between a moan and that same hum of pure contentment. “I love you too,” Frank told her, pulling back and grey eyes meeting her own green ones as her lashes lifted. Smile on his face that Rachel wished she could manage to keep there somehow. Easy and just...Frank. Smiling. Nowhere else she'd rather be. Not now, not tomorrow. Not any time that she could imagine. Didn't really know how to tell him that, either. At least not without starting another one've those old fights she didn't want tonight of all nights. Things like future and forever, what the hell did she really know about any of that, anyway? There was here and now and that time she'd thought about before. Already more than she'd probably ever earned the right to. Easy to let the rest go as Frank bent his head, mouth moving along the side of her neck, down to her collarbone, as she drew in a breath and tilted her head, green eyes closing again. That same, electric quiver ran down her spine and one of her hands settled at his hip, fingers curling in as Rachel fit herself against him. Those same big, gentle hands slid into the open front of her suit, opening it up and pushing it back as his palms brushed over her. Hot. She could feel her skin flush everywhere his fingers touched and god that was hot. It definitely got her hot. Bringing her arms back, a light, slow, shrugging roll had the suit slipping off her shoulders, then a tug at the sleeves and her arms slid free, one after the other. Could've done it in her sleep she'd changed in and out've these things so many times, but it wasn't sleep she was thinking about now. All that was there was Frank and the the feelings he always set alight. That slow, sweet, aching burn in her body, but more than just that. So much more and maybe she couldn't find the words for it, but words weren't all she had. Bare to the waist, she curved her palms over his sides, following a slow path over his sides, fingers tracing lightly along his ribs, brushing in to follow the dips and valleys at the edge of his abdomen down to his waist. Then turned her head to kiss him again. Long and slow and that was a type of burning, too. Hot and sweet and so, so right. The most right thing she'd ever had and that really was everything right now. |
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| Constrictor | Mar 19 2014, 12:47 AM Post #21 |
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There you go again, giving a fuck when it ain't your turn.
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She was like a drug, no question. She was a drug in all the ways that might have counted. Frank had seen enough users over the years, run with some of them - because that was the way the life took some people - to get a sense of that thing that was driving them, the way want and love and need all tangled up together, binding up all those pieces into some urgent whole. He’d seen it, ubt until this, until Rach, he didn’t think he’d ever really understood it. But forget the fucked up wasting, the shit people would do to keep it coming, all of that judgement. Forget that, it didn’t matter. At the core of that was what was important, and that was the drug - the scent, the sight, the sound and feel of her, coming together into something that was some impossibly beautiful reward just to be next to. Her skin so soft and perfect he still sometimes worried about breaking it just by breathing too near to her, warm under his lips and his palms as he kissed her neck, spread the open stealthsuit back toward her shoulders. Helping her - or maybe just stealing the opportunity to keep touching her as she shrugged herself out of that, because it wasn’t like she needed two extra sets of clumsier fingers than her own to get it off, but she didn’t seem to care, and he certainly didn’t, not with the way she nearly seemed to shiver under his touch. Like she liked it. Hottest damn thing he’d never imagined in his life until she came along. Maybe not at the start - who the hell knew what she’d been thinking back a year or more ago, when she’d started this? Not him, or at least with what he could have guessed, he didn’t want to know - but after that, and right in this moment here that was all that mattered just now, when he could kiss her, wrap one hand around her back the moment she got free of her sleeves while the other stroked and teased at her breast. She moved like she didn’t want him to stop, lithe and hot and tender, hands skimming over his sides with a touch that was soft but sure. All the way down, coming to rest at his waist, and then she was tilting her face up, moving in to catch his for a kiss Frank felt all the way down to his fucking heels. An electric current, but one like he’d never felt anywhere other than kissing Rachel, and that was saying something, because he’d been electrocuted just about every damn way a person could be over the years, but never like this, except with her. Never hot and sweet and warm and so damn good like shouldn’t have been possible with half your clothes still on. Deepening that kiss, he shifted his hands around slowly, pulling her closer, whether that was possible or not. One hand wrapped around her shoulders, the other settling at her hips, cupping the firm rounded swell of her ass. Tinier than she looked - hell of a lot tinier than she acted most of the time, but stronger too, and... something else. Something he couldn’t find a word for, except that there already was a word and it was Rachel, and that was all it needed. That was all he needed. That, and a way out of standing here in the middle of the room, even if he was kissing her, but that part, that was easy enough. Strong, yeah, she was strong, however you wanted to think of it, but there still might as well have been no weight to her as he picked her up of her feet, shifting his hands again to make sure she was cradled, steady, before he started heading in the direction he was fairly sure was toward the bed. Might have helped if he’d stopped kissing her long enough to take a look where he was going, but Frank wasn’t sure right now that he ever wanted to do that. |
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| Diamondback | Mar 22 2014, 05:30 PM Post #22 |
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Why torture yourself when life will do it for you?
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The stealth suit slid off her arms and fell to her waist and that was all the thought Rachel gave it. Frank's hands were on her, his arm around her, pulling her in against him, skin to skin, and that was all she cared about. That and the way his other hand moved to her breast, sending another shudder through her as she drew in a breath. Nobody had ever touched her like that. Made her feel like that. Soft and electric and ready to melt against him. Into him. He touched her, held her, like he had to have his hands on her. Like he needed to. Like he couldn't get enough of her. Made it easy for her to let go and just want him. Love him. Need him. Touch him like she wanted to, palms sliding down his side, fingers tracing the dips and hollows. Familiar paths that never got old, that she never got tired of exploring. Kiss him the way she wanted as her hands settled at his waist as she pressed in with her whole body. Hot and restless, that's how he made her feel. And yeah, soft, too. Soft in a way she'd never quite let herself be, until he came along. Because, with him, that was okay somehow. Frank could growl and grumble, scowl and glare with the best of them and all that wasn't just a front. Stubborn as a mule and would fight like a demon if it came to that and not blink. Rachel knew that. Knew what he could do, what he would do if he thought that's what had to happen. She knew him, knew that Frank - Constrictor - but she knew this Frank, too. The one that was there when the walls went down. Just Frank and Rachel and that's all she wanted. Now. More than just now. Taking the kiss deeper, one arm went around her shoulders and Frank moved the other one to cup her ass, pull her in tighter, and she leaned into him, against him. Kissed him like she might never get enough of kissing him as her whole body sparked and caught fire, one leg bending and sliding up against his. Always. Like the first time. Just as strong, just as hot. Strong hands that held her, touched her, like she was made of glass. Lifted her up like she didn't weigh anything at all, held her like he did everything else with her. Careful. Gentle. Never breaking the kiss the whole time, and she curved an arm around his neck, other hand sliding through his dark hair, holding him to that kiss that was sending shocks and shivers through her body and down to her toes. Didn't care where they were going, but she guessed the bed. There weren't that many places in these rooms. She'd finish getting that stealth suit off him when they got there. And then hers, and then she'd do everything she could to show him exactly how he made her feel. Exactly what he meant to her and always would. |
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| Constrictor | Mar 27 2014, 03:53 PM Post #23 |
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There you go again, giving a fuck when it ain't your turn.
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Christ on a fucking cross - you wouldn’t think, on the face of it, that there was anything out of the ordinary hot about a leg snaking around your own, would you? All just part of the same old dance, that just about anyone could pick up enough to not completely fucking embarrass themselves if they tried even a little. But when Rach did it, one slim thigh sliding over his as she found a way to press even closer, it was just about as hot as anything else Frank could remember in his life. Like that. More of that. That was aobut the sum of his thought processes, as he shifted his hands around, lifted her up, still careful to make sure he had her steady even though fuck knew she probably could have landed a backflip or something like it from here even if he had dropped her, because he had no intention of doing that. Not that some of those gymnastics tricks didn’t have a heck of a lot of insanely hot appeal going for them, mind you, but right now? All he wanted to do was keep on kissing her, keep her kissing him the way she was, soft fingers in his hair, and softer lips on his, and a whole fucking world of soft electric heat in every other fucking part of his body. Take her to the bed, get the rest of these uniforms out of the way, and get on with doing all the things she’d taught him that she liked, all the things he’d ever thought about that he thought she might like too and anything else that came to him that might be a way of showing her how much she was worth (it was everything), and how much she meant to him (also everything). If he... ...fuck. The bed hadn’t looked like it was this many steps away from where they’d been standing last time he’d looked at it, had it? Unless he’d turned into some sort of mincing, circling fuck in the last two minutes, they should have been there already. Opening his eyes again finally to see where he was going brought Frank up short in a big hurry though, pulling back with a quick muttered exclamation of “Hell!”, because turned out he was a little less than two feet away from running them right into the door to the hallway. Fuck knew that was one place he didn’t want to be getting near for as long as he could possibly put it off, but even while shifting his hands a little over her ass and her shoulders, just to make sure he hadn’t done something fucking stupid coming to a dead halt like that, he had to smile. Not just because of that touching, either, though that didn’t hurt any kind a piece. Just might be funny enough that even he could think about laughing about it. “Hell babe,” he told her, breathing heavy in a way that had nothing to do with a workout, because she might as well have been floating in his arms for all she seemed to weigh, “got me so damn twisted up I can’t even walk straight.” Or think straight, but that part had happened a long, long time ago, and he didn’t think he’d ever want to complain about that. |
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| Diamondback | Mar 30 2014, 06:12 PM Post #24 |
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Why torture yourself when life will do it for you?
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If she could've melted into him, she would've. Couldn't quite manage that, though, still being without any kind of powers that'd let her do it. Or any powers at all, for that matter. So Rachel settled for melting against him. Feeling like she was melting from the inside out from a kind of warmth that started in the middle of her chest and spread outward. coated every inch of her from her fingertips to the tips of her toes. Press into him and kiss him as he held her, carried her toward the bed like they were in some old black and white movie. Except this wasn't some script they were working off of. No lines and directions somebody else had written. It was real. Maybe the most real thing she'd ever had. The most real thing she could remember, that was for sure. She wasn't here because she had to be. Or because she should be. Maybe because she needed to be, but it was a completely different kind of need from what that usually meant. Here because she wanted to be, arm wrapped around him and fingers of her other hand running through his soft, dark hair as she kissed him. Thought about wrapping herself around him, and she'd do that, too. And more. Because she wanted to. All of it, because she wanted to. Because she couldn't imagine anything else. Well, she could imagine the bed, and shouldn't they have found that by now? Rachel was pretty sure the room wasn't all that big. “Hell!”, that brought and end to the kiss and her train of thought as Frank pulled up short and she tightened her arm around him reflexively. Frowning, she opened her eyes, turning her head and bringing herself face to face, or close, with the door. Yeah, pretty sure that wasn't right. Looking back at Frank, one brow inched upward and a grin twitched at her lips as he readjusted his hold on her in a way that renewed that determination to wrap herself around him as thoroughly as she could manage. "I don't think it's that bad out there, Frank." Didn't expect him to agree, especially right now, but he was smiling. Looking like he might actually laugh. It looked good on him. It always did. “Hell babe,” he told her, breathing heavy and, still smiling, Rachel dipped her head. Brushed her lips along the side of his neck. Just because the way he sounded, sexy and breathless and hot, made her want to, “got me so damn twisted up I can’t even walk straight.” "Guess I'm doing it right, then," Rachel told him, lifting her head to peer up at him from heavy-lidded green eyes. "Try an about face and I'll see what I can do about the rest." And she kissed him again, slow and deep and that sweet, restless ache he always made her feel spread out further, like she'd grabbed onto a live wire. Held that a few seconds before pulling back again with a whispered, breathless, "Take me to bed, Frank." |
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| Constrictor | Apr 2 2014, 08:24 PM Post #25 |
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There you go again, giving a fuck when it ain't your turn.
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Hell! The fuck did that door think it was doing coming up on him like that? Or yeah, more likely the hell did he think he was doing, two feet from heading right out the door, or into it, like a goddamn chicken with its head cut off. Rach was okay, wasn’t she, after being jerked around when he’d pulled up short like that? She felt like she was okay, to the hands he was shifting over her body, trying to check that not-all-that-fucking-surreptitiously-really. Well… that was a damn lie, actually. As far as his hands were concerned? She felt like the closest damn thing to perfect there’d ever been, especially the way she was moving back against him. Couldn’t be hurt or anything if she was doing that, right? Fuck… that… fucking hell that felt good enough that he could have almost (almost) not have noticed or even minded if he had kept walking out the damn door and into the hall, as long as she just kept on that. “I don't think it's that bad out there, Frank.” That was what she thought, not having to worry about Avengers or any other damn heroes coming by and smacking her over for doing any of half the things that were running through his mind right now. But in spite of that, in spite of just about every fucking thing that maybe should have been on his mind right now, Frank Schlicting (or Payne, not that that seemed like it mattered a damn at this moment) actually felt for once like he might even want to laugh about it all. She had him twisted up enough he couldn’t even walk straight, apparently. Or think straight, at least. Probably not that surprising, because goddamn she dipped her head down and god fucking damn the way her lips were working at his neck, he could just about have given up on anything like self control - or even voluntary motor control, for fucksake - then and there and not even given a damn. Didn’t do it, though, even if the look she had in the most gorgeous green eyes there ever had been had his resolve frayed down to about the last tiny little spider thread. “Guess I'm doing it right, then,” she breathed, and it was hot in a way that didn’t even have anything to do with her look, because there sure as hell had never been a girl who’d looked at him like that at any other point in his sorry piece of shit of a life, and the fact that it was her, Rachel, who was doing it? Jesus fuck. “No damn guessing about it, Babe,” Frank informed her, deciding not to worry if this was going to give him that heart attack after all, because there might not actually be a better way to go. “Try an about face and I'll see what I can do about the rest,” she said then, but before he’d had a chance to do anything of the sort, she was kissing him, deep and slow and hot, and if there was any damn way to make his body turn, or do anything at all that wasn’t meeting her lips, and pulling the rest of her, sweet, smooth bare skin and firm breasts as close against him as he could manage without risking crushing her, it was well beyond what he could manage right now, with blood rushing all kinds of places, but definitely not to his damn feet. Her, and the way she made him feel, like he’d never be able to get enough, and like he’d never need anything more, all at once, and all of that reaching down deeper inside than skin-on-skin should ever have been capable of getting. Lasted even after she broke that kiss, which should have meant he’d be able to breathe again, but didn’t seem like that was going to happen, the way she was looking at him again. “Take me to bed, Frank.” Only one thing he could say to that. Only one line that could sum up what it meant that of all the things she could have asked from him (he’d have done any of them, or tried to, except for walking away when she needed to be looked out for), the thing she was asking was the only thing in the world he wanted to be doing right now. And that line wasn’t even his, but that probably didn’t hurt a damn bit, so Frank just smiled back at her a little, and as he wheeled them around (carefully making sure he was aimed at the bed this time), he delivered it. “As you wish,” he said. |
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| Diamondback | Apr 5 2014, 08:15 AM Post #26 |
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Why torture yourself when life will do it for you?
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Maybe there were parts of her life she'd do over, do different, if she could. Maybe there were parts she wouldn't do at all, if she had a way to go back in time, knowing what she knew now, and skip them all together. It might've made her a better person. Probably would've made her a different person. Well, no, no probably about it. It would've. If she went back far enough, changed the right things - or just changed one big thing - whoever Rachel Leighton would've been, she wouldn't have been her. Wouldn't have been the girl just out of high school, completely on her own, who'd decided that the mercenary life sounded better than being somebody's secretary or working in some diner or fast food place for tips and all the leftover fries she could eat. Wouldn't have been any of the things she was. Might've been some of the things she wasn't and wouldn't ever be. Wouldn't have been the girl who woke up to all this, like some crazy version of Sleeping Beauty crossed with Mad Max. Wouldn't have been the her right here, right now. Lot of things she might've changed, if she'd had the chance, but that one - it wasn't one of them. So maybe she wouldn't have changed any of them after all. Not if it meant there wasn't this. There wasn't Frank and there wasn't here and there wasn't this. Frank nearly walking them into a door and looking like he might actually laugh about it when she pointed out that, no matter what he thought about marauding Avengers or whoever, the hallway probably wasn't that bad. Him accusing her of tying him up in knots when that's exactly what she wanted to do. Because it's what he did to her every time he looked at her that way, held her the way he did. With storm grey eyes that seemed to see straight through her. So if that's how it was, then she was probably doing it right. Even if she said any of that out loud (other than the last part, which she had), Frank Payne would tell her just how crazy he thought she was. Again. “No damn guessing about it, Babe,” Frank informed her and Rachel took that as encouragement. And maybe if he could do a one eighty, they might get where they were going and she could see about the rest of it. Didn't give him time to answer before she kissed him again. Loved the things he did when she did that. The way his hands moved. The way he pulled her in tight, skin to skin, and made her wish they'd finished getting the damned uniforms out of the way before now. Kissed her back and made her think of one thing. Just one, because it was all there was room for when Frank filled up the rest this way. All she wanted, all she could imagine wanting. Just for him to take her to bed. He smiled back at her as he got them turned around. “As you wish,” he said and she let out a soft, amused laugh. Then leaned in to blow in his ear. "I love you, too," Rachel whispered, because that's what that had meant in the movie, wasn't it? It'd been years since she'd seen it, but she remembered. Didn't even really surprise her that much that Frank knew it. Sometimes he'd just come out with things like, make her wonder how it got stuck in his head for later. And god, she did love him. If it'd taken the whole mixed up, sometimes messed up, crooked and twisted road of her life to get to here, then as far as she was concerned it'd been worth it. |
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| Constrictor | Apr 6 2014, 05:05 PM Post #27 |
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There you go again, giving a fuck when it ain't your turn.
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* *Picking up again after an interlude that Frank insisted no one needed to see* * Had he told her lately- -well, yeah, he had. Not even a minute ago, in fact, but damn if his brain wasn’t still fuzzy enough that Frank wasn’t considering saying it again, just to be sure. “I love you, Babe,” he told her again, but between that and craning his neck a little so he could actually see Rachel, as well as feel her pressed against him like she had no objection to being there, he was pretty sure he’d used up the last of whatever kind of stores of energy he’d had left after she’d gotten through with him. Hell… yeah. Still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life, that hadn’t changed, but it was going to be a while before he was going to be anything like capable of doing anything about that, so after finding just enough muscle coordination to smile at her, Frank gave up again, dropped his head back down against the pillow, closed his eyes, and let his fingers try to speak for him in soft movements over her bare shoulder. “I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to kill me,” he informed her a moment or so later, still from behind closed eyes. Felt like he was made of silly putty or some shit right now. Every muscle in his body loose, like he wouldn’t even have a chance in a fight with a jello monster. Or hell, that didn’t make sense, but what could you expect, when his brain was all stuffed full of warm fuzz and hapy. Maybe like he’d already fought and lost some jello monster, and got turned into some quivering blob of meat for his trouble, though it turned out that felt a whole lot better than you’d think from the description. Felt about as good as he could ever remember anything feeling in his life, in fact. Better even. Still, and all.. “Actually,” Frank added after a moment, opening his eyes and searching for Rachel’s with a shit-eating grin he wasn’t even going to try to lose, “do I know better?” Probably shouldn’t complain, even if she had been trying to kill him, he decided, moving his fingers in strokes that were a little longer up and down over her back. Wasn’t like enough people hadn’t tried over the years, and if he got to pick? This definitely would have been the way - and the girl - he’d have wanted to have it done, no damn question about that. Had he told her lately? Yeah. Yeah he had. But definitely already thinking of telling her all over again right now, all the same. |
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| Diamondback | Apr 8 2014, 08:03 PM Post #28 |
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Why torture yourself when life will do it for you?
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Still right there. Arm still around her as her head settled against his chest, Rachel listened to the steady thump of his heartbeat and semi-ignored the strands of disarrayed pink hair tickling her nose. Made an attempt at using what breath she'd managed to catch back up to to blow them out of the way, but that failed so she gave up for the moment. What the hell, it wasn't worth moving for so she stayed just where she was. Comfortable. Content. Words she'd never got to use all that often, but they were the only ones she needed right now, with one leg still thrown over his and her eyes closed. Feeling...the way she always felt with Frank. Happy. Like that word was a fragile bubble that'd managed to wrap itself around her. One that wouldn't be popped back to nothing in a few more seconds because he remembered somewhere else he'd rather be now. He'd still be right there. Frank always was. It'd taken her a little while to get used to that, but it hadn't taken any time at all to know she wanted to get used to it. To him being right there. “I love you, Babe,” he told her again and she smiled and stretched a little, muscles warm and loose and feeling pliant all over. Turning her head a little, she planted a kiss on the warm skin her cheek had just been resting on. "Love you, too," Rachel murmured, titling her head a little more, now that she was moving anyway, to peer up at him through those strands of hair that were in the way. Met that smile on his face with her own before he plopped his head back down on the pillow, eyes closed and fingers tracing light trails over her bare shoulder. “I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to kill me,” and she let out a soft, amused but slightly skeptical snort as she gave up, unwrapped her arm from around his middle where it'd landed, and brushed the stray strands of hair out of her face before they started poking her in the eye. “Actually,” Frank added after a moment, opening his eyes and searching for Rachel’s with a shit-eating grin he wasn’t even going to try to lose, “do I know better?” The corners of her mouth twitched up higher and something warm settled into the middle of her chest and worked it's way outward slowly. "You're still alive," she reminded him, one brow lifting up lazily, "And I happen to like you that way, so you should. Know better, that is." Arm wrapping over him again, back arching slightly as the stroke of his fingers wandered that way, Rachel let out a soft breath that was as much contented sigh as exhalation. "I can work on it some more, though, if you think I should," she told him with a grin and pausing to plant another kiss near his collarbone. "Can't have you thinking I'm not trying hard enough." |
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| Constrictor | Apr 10 2014, 11:47 PM Post #29 |
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There you go again, giving a fuck when it ain't your turn.
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“Love you, too.” Yeah, that sounded pretty damn good, didn’t it? At this particular moment, Frank didn’t even have any trouble believing it could be true, either, but Christ. Most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, draped halfway across his chest, dropping kisses on it even, and smiling back at him like he was something good for her, and what could he do about it? Right now, not a hell of a lot, actually, except drop back onto the pillow and close his eyes. But his fingers kept moving at least half of their own accord, stroking back and forth over her shoulder, down her back a little way, and back up, just because even now, when there wasn’t a single muscle in his body that didn’t feel like it was made of custard, he couldn’t get enough of touching her. Still, if he didn’t know better, he’d think, after that, that she was doing her best to kill him. Kill him in the hottest, most enjoyable way he’d ever had the privilege of having attempted on him in his whole sorry life (and that was a big enough category that Frank liked to think being on top meant something, even if there still wasn’t anything like competition), but kill him, all the same. Yeah, she could snort all she wanted, in that low soft sound that put another little notch of something soft and warm in his chest (maybe it was a heart attack, maybe it was just Rach), but that didn’t matter a damn bit right now either. Just her, the way the pressure points changes as she shifted her weight around and rearranged herself some more on top of him, and the way her skin was warm and smooth under his fingers. And the way she was still here. Best thing of all. But… hell - now that he came to be thinking of it - now that he came to be halfway capable of actually managing a whole thought again - the obvious question kind of raised up all on its own, and had him lifting his head back up, just so he could look at her face properly as he asked it. Did he actually know better? Okay, yeah. That one. That was a good damn smile on her face too. “You’re still alive," she reminded him, one brow lifting up lazily, "And I happen to like you that way, so you should. Know better, that is.” His time to snort softly then, and Frank did it, pulling his other arm back out from behind his head as she moved hers again, and slipping it back over her waist, while she leaned into his fingers like she always did when they found just that spot. Just holding her, close and warm and the nearest thing to absolutely perfect he’d ever come across (which was so far beyond anything he’d ever expected to come across it didn’t even deserve to be in the same thought), feeling her let out her breath. Happy. That was what this was, wasn’t it? “I can work on it some more, though, if you think I should," she told him with a grin and pausing to plant another kiss near his collarbone. "Can't have you thinking I'm not trying hard enough.” Frank laughed again, giving up on stroking her shoulder for a couple of seconds in favor of just pulling her a little tighter and closer to him. “Might have to wait a while before that, Babe,” he told her. “I don’t think it recharges like it used to. Not after something like that, especially.” He might be a few things, and some of them even seemed like they were things she liked - hell, loved, because yeah, that felt like it didn’t need to be doubted right now - but that wasn’t going to magically turn him into a Super Soldier any time now or the future. She’d just have to make do with him, limp limbed but still wanting to hold her close as he could all the damn same. |
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| Diamondback | Apr 14 2014, 06:15 PM Post #30 |
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Why torture yourself when life will do it for you?
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Oh come on, if she was trying to kill him, she was pretty sure Frank would've noticed before now. So that got what it deserved. A snort that said she wasn't even close to buying into that one. Then a little pointing out the obvious. He was still alive and that was exactly how Rachel happened to like him. Alive and warm and next to her, just like this. Fingers tracing lazy paths on her skin that spread out and made her warm all over. Not minding that she was still invading his space and sprawled half over him. Wanted. This is what being wanted felt like, when it was more than just sex. So yeah. He should. Frank should know better. He sent a snort right back at her, and Rachel half smirked at him, her green eyes on his gray ones as he wrapped his other arm around her. Slid it around her waist as she managed to brush the stray hair out of her eyes. At least for now. Right now, right this second, she was exactly where she wanted to be. With who she wanted to be with. There weren't many times in her life like that that she could remember and it felt...priceless. It was priceless. Later, if he wanted her to work on trying to apparently kill him some more, well, she could do that. Wouldn't want him to think she wasn't giving it her best shot. That laugh from Frank, that was something else. Something she wouldn't mind hearing more of, just like she wouldn't mind as many more times like this as she could manage to get. The way he pulled her in tighter against him, she'd take that, too. Any time. “Might have to wait a while before that, Babe,” he told her. “I don’t think it recharges like it used to. Not after something like that, especially.” Smile on her face still, fingers drifting lightly up and down his side, Rachel propped her chin against his shoulder. "Okay," she agreed easily, other arm sliding up a little, fingertips brushing at the hair at his temple. "I'll just wait riiiight here." Stretching up a little, Rachel planted a soft kiss on his lips this time, then settled back against him, head resting against his shoulder. "Definitely not going anywhere," she added, eyes closing again and, yeah, still smiling because she couldn't want to do anything else right now. "Tomorrow feels a long way away. I'm not in any hurry." So far, nobody'd called them screaming bloody murder to tell them Blanche, or Sauron, or Chimera or all three were running amok down at the party. Or any more amok than they usually ran. Just in case that kinda luck didn't hold out, she was going to enjoy the time they'd actually managed to get for themselves and let herself feel all of that thing that felt so rare. Happy. |
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