Monday, September 2nd, 2013 Who: Lucas and Frankie What: Spending time together When: Evening Where: Frankie's room Rating: Likely NC-17 or something like that Status: Closed/incomplete
It wasn't that Lucas wasn't a romantic. He had always been able to come up with ideas that would make his girlfriends laugh, smile, coo in delight. He was funny and charming and sweet. He just didn't want to get married. What was so wrong with that?
They'd been having a good time together, he and Frankie. He was contemplating this fact as he carried a small bag towards her small room, humming to himself and swinging his arm like a slow pendulum. Frankie had been good on her word that she wouldn't push him for more, and he'd been grateful for that... but it still smelled like a trap to the lumokinetic. When was she going to turn around and start asking for things he couldn't give? Especially now that they were both tied into a military organization and were training to be, for lack of a better word, spies?
"Oh Fraaaaaaankie," he drawled, forcing the thoughts by the wayside as he leaned against the wall by her door, and knocked with the backs of his knuckles. "Let me in, gorgeous..."