Christine (spaghettitoes) wrote in spaghettific, @ 2011-01-14 16:32:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | alles was zaehlt awz, frank, rating: pg-15 |
AWZ: Florian and Frank
Title: Frank – The Big Reveal
Fandom/Characters/Pairings: AWZ, Florian/Frank
Word Count: 791
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Florian admits his feelings for Frank and makes a surprising discovery.
Warnings: A very basic view of gender identity
Disclaimer: I don’t own AWZ and have nothing to do with it but the piggy bank is still gathering pennies so we live in hope.
Author's Notes: Oh the confusion with names! I still refer to Franziska as Frank, even as a girl so I’ve done that here because hopping back and forth between the reality and the lie is difficult – just as her! Re-write of how Flo finds out Frank is a girl, not that flashing boobies wasn't fun but I wish Flo had reacted differently. I’m not digging into the whole world of possibilities this story presents which is a shame but you can’t have everything. Birth genders used from the start – might be a tad confusing but just go with it.
Florian was a messy kisser, not unappealing, just uncoordinated. In fact, as Frank worked her hands out of the jumbled mess of his sweater she observed how much his kissing was like his hockey game; he wanted to be everywhere, do everything – he wanted to be the star. Digging her hands into his hair she held his head with a gentle but insistent grip, slowing his frantic to and fro as he tried to kiss her from every angle their noses would allow.
There was some resistance at first, Florian slid a hand over hers and tried to softly pull it away but the urge to take control ebbed as Frank held him still and kissed him firmly.
Florian allowed the gentle subversion of his control as Frank made it clear that his tongue would not be allowed to dart and jut so wildly either. Though he wouldn’t say it to Frank, or anyone, there was something enjoyable in yielding his control. He wouldn’t be pushed or bullied but Florian smiled a little as he realised that if someone was set on holding him down and forcing pleasure upon him he really didn’t mind an awful lot. There was a crucial difference, he noticed, between having an overbearing father forcing him into a career he hated and having a mate from the hockey team force their knee between his. Even more so when that knee became a thigh pressing onto what was, undeniably, an erection.
For all of his compliance Frank still found it necessary to hold Florian in place, one hand lost in the rich chestnut hair while the other held to his arm, guiding him back into the sofa and trying to feel the subtle muscle bulk through t-shirt and sweater. There was nothing she could do about the occasional, clumsy roll of hips and erection against her thigh and had little desire to stop how Florian wriggled and whimpered pleadingly beneath her.
Anxious to feel more, Florian reached up and gently held Frank’s waist, pulling carefully until his friend conceded, lowering from her knees and pressing the length of her body against his. Florian’s eager hands ventured up to Frank’s chest as his hips curled up to meet the heat bearing down on them.
Florian froze uncomfortably, uncertainly. His brain stuttered for a moment as he tried and failed to understand what he was feeling. Or rather, not feeling. He edged his hands up cautiously and quickly pulled them back the instant they touched the full curve of Frank’s breasts.
The tentative bump of his hips against hers was the last straw and Frank stopped, looking down at Florian in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“You um…” Words and Florian had never been close friends but now they failed him completely. Dragging himself from Frank’s grip he crawled back nervously, mouth flapping open and closed - his confusion inaudible and inelegant.
Frank pulled way, trying not to look annoyed as she sat back on her feet but Florian’s worsening flailing was trying her patience.
“Where’s your…I thought…Don’t you…?” Florian was in fact pleased to have progressed from vague sounds to actual words.
Frank realised that Florian’s waving hands were less general and more in the direction of her groin. After a pause for a moment’s doubt her chin dropped and she looked up at Florian with incredulity, “Dude, I’m a girl. I thought you…”
“No!” There was no ignoring it, Florian Wild had screamed. A scream akin to something a Victorian lady might make when informed what was expected of her on the wedding night. All embarrassment was erased by Frank’s newly uncovered gender.
“What’s wrong?” Frank asked with a cheeky smile, “Isn’t this….better?”
“No!” Less scream-like, more pouty-child-refused-a-toy. This Florian found more comfortable and it seemed to fit his face easier.
“You really thought I was boy? After the kiss, after…” She pointed to the doorway as though she could watch his arrival again, “Really?!”
“Yes!” He nodded emphatically and there it was, like a cog had finally slotted into place and his brain connected with something, something vital, “I did all this research and thinking and soul-searching! I…I had a fucking revelation and you tell me you’re a girl?!”
Stepping closer to the door Florian plucked his coat from the back of a chair and stuffed his arms into the sleeves awkwardly, his eyes never leaving the floor as he thought with a careful patience that was new and alien to him.
“I’ll call.” Florian mumbled in the general direction of the carpet but Frank assumed it was for her, “I just need to think.” He turned and shuffled towards the door with a very quiet, “Maybe Lukas.” That Frank was rather sure wasn’t intended for her ears.