Who: Trixie and Frank What: Trixie asks him to be her boyfriend When: Now Where: Frank's room Rating: High Status: Closed
Trixie stopped outside Frank’s door, wondering if she should be coming here at all. Especially with what she had in mind to talk about. Chummy’s words came back to her but she pushed them away. Whatever way the conversation went, she didn’t want to be in public when they had it.
She balanced the bottles and glasses in one hand, and reached out to knock on the door.
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Frank walked to the door and opened it, beaming when he saw Trixie. “Hello!” he said, happy to see her. He reached out instantly to take the bottles and glasses from her. “Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let her in and moving to lay the bottles and glasses on his night stand. “It is very good to see you.”
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Trixie smiled as she closed the door, feeling a little nervous. “You too. Freddie is being fractious again, so I thought I would come to see you. I love him dearly, of course, but at times like this I’m rather glad I can leave him to his mother. I brought Advocaat and fizz, to convince you to let me in.”
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“I hardly think you need to bring anything to convince me to let you in,” he said, smiling warmly. “But I can’t say that I mind you bringing alcohol. It just makes you coming here to see me even more wonderful.”
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She felt something flutter in her tummy at his words, but just smiled and moved over to pour them drinks.
“I’m very glad.” She handed him a glass and hesitated for a moment before taking a seat on the floor. “How are you today?” She took a long sip of her drink, feeling quite nervous.
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He took the glass from her. “Thank you,” he said. He took a sip and smiled.
“Oh, I have been well. I got some new clothes, as you can see,” he said. He was wearing some dark pants, a black t-shirt and a jacket over the t-shirt.
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Trixie nodded, taking the excuse to run her eyes over him gladly. “I see. Very snazzy. You look handsome, as usual.” She raised her glass to him, then took a long sip.
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“Thank you. And of course, you look as beautiful as ever,” he said, taking a sip of his drink also. “How are you?” he asked.
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She ducked her head. “Well. I’m very well. Glad to have some peace and quiet.” She glanced around, trying not to let her nerves show. “But I might have to be careful when I tell the others where I was.”
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Frank furrowed his brow at her words. “Do they have an issue with you spending time with me?” he asked. He hoped that that wasn’t the case. He didn’t know if she would take their disapproval over getting to see him, even if she was there now. Perhaps she was trying to break it to him gently that she wouldn’t be seeing him much anymore.
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Trixie shook her head. “Not like that. Chummy… did tease me about coming to see you here, and whether it was proper.” She managed a laugh, though she was studying his reaction carefully. “She seems to think we’re an item.”
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Frank shook his head at that and grinned. “We do spend quite a lot of time together. But you could have any man you wished, I can’t imagine myself to be so lucky.” He took another sip of his drink and then paused. “I am not….. in the way, I hope.”
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She shook her head. “Goodness, not at all. No.” She sipped her drink again. He hadn’t reacted with derision. Or outright refusal.
“We have been together quite a lot,” she agreed. “You are the closest male friend I have ever had.” She finished her drink and debated getting another before she continued. She decided against it, as she would likely down it in one and it wouldn’t be a good idea.
“This is real.” She looked up to meet his eyes. “For me, at least, all of it is real. I know I said before the flirting was just for fun, but now… I don’t know if it is anymore. I like you, Frank, very much, and I think… I think what we have is deeper than friendship.” Her hand was gripping her glass tightly as she finished, her heart racing.
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Frank blinked, and then blinked again. Was she actually saying this? That she wanted more than friendship from him? He could hardly believe it. “I….. Oh, Trixie. I….. like you, too. I just…. never thought you would want more than friendship from me so I didn’t dwell on it. I didn’t allow myself to think about it because I didn’t want to ruin what we had. But I would be completely crazy not to like you. You are the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful person I have ever known.”
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Trixie smiled, feeling relief flood her entire body. She set down the glass and smiled up at him. “Really? Frank, I’m so -” She laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t know how it took me so long to realise it. Chummy and Patsy had to point out you were already my boyfriend. I hadn’t noticed at all.”
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He smiled the widest smile he ever had, just feeling so completely happy right now. “I… I never imagined that you could ever want me as more than a friend. It seemed too good to be true. It still does. I meant it when I said you could have any man you wanted and that you… like me….. It feels like a dream.”
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She laughed, moving closer to him when he smiled. “You’re wonderful, Frank. You’re so bright and you’re a good person. You are. You made mistakes but you’re still so good, really, and I - I’ve completely fallen for you. Because you’re very handsome too, especially when you smile.” She reached out to touch his chest.
“And I really think it’s time you kissed me, don’t you?”
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“I’ve completely fallen for you too, Trixie. And I know that I don’t deserve you, but I’m going to do my best to make sure that one day, I will.”
He chuckled when she said that and shifted closer to her on the floor. He was nervous about kissing her, despite having kissed many girls. But well, it had been a few years for him and it had only ever meant something with Brenda.
He cupped her cheeks and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
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Trixie slid her hands up to his shoulders as she returned the kiss, smiling against his lips. She pulled back slightly.
“Mmm, worth the wait.” She kissed him again, firmer this time, her hands sliding over his shoulders.
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Feeling more confident now, he slid his arms around her and kissed her back with passion and intensity. Her lips were so soft and he could do this, forever.
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Oh, he was good at this. He tasted like advocaat but even better, and he held her close to him. She never wanted to stop.
She pressed closer, her hand sliding down his back.
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He pulled back after a few moments, panting and rested his forehead against hers. “I feel so happy, I could just….. burst.” He couldn’t stop smiling.
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Trixie laughed breathlessly, nodding. “So could I.” She kissed his cheek, nuzzling close. “I feel as though I downed the entire bottle of Advocaat.”
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He moved back to look at her and leaned in to kiss her again, fiercely this time, fingers sliding through her hair.
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She gave a soft noise against his lips, moving closer to him. His fingers in her hair felt incredible. Her hands moved around his waist and she turned slightly so she was facing him more.
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He moved in closer to her, deepening the kiss and letting out a soft groan against her lips. Oh, she was completely wonderful and she tasted amazing.
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She’d had plenty of kisses before this, of course, but never felt this burning need before. She wasn’t just doing this for a bit of fun or because it felt good - though it was fun and it felt wonderful - she was doing this because she needed to. She needed him. She had to keep kissing him, she couldn’t stop. She would never get enough.
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He slid his hands up and down her back as they kissed. He could certainly get used to this. He felt a need for her, too, but he wasn’t going to ever push for more than she was comfortable with. And he was perfectly content with just kissing for now.
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She moved even closer, pulling back to breathe and leaning against him.
“Goodness.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, grinning. “We should... move to somewhere other than the floor. I plan on kissing you for a long time and it isn’t exactly comfortable.”
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He smiled when she leaned against him and he nuzzled his head against her.
“That is a good idea,” he said. He moved back and got to his feet, holding his hand out to her, with a grin on his face.
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She took his hand and used it to pull herself up, leaning forward against him as she got to her feet.
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He gave her a quick twirl and then dipped her when she got to her feet. He grinned and pulled her back toward him, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
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She laughed, resting a hand on his chest as she straightened up. “So very dashing.” She kissed him, slow and intense. She forced herself to pull back again and took a deep breath.
“Before we get distracted…” She glanced around, her eyes landing on the bed. Well, perhaps Chummy was right, and this wasn’t very wise. She glanced back at him. “If we lie down, do you think we could agree to keep it to kissing?”
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He smiled at her, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing over her cheek. “Of course. I would never do anything more than what you feel comfortable with,” he said. He took her hands and led her toward his bed. He lay down and moved to give her space to lie down next to him.
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She smiled, climbing onto the bed beside him. “A perfect gentleman,” she said, sliding a hand over his cheek as she settled beside him. She was very glad she was wearing slacks. This felt so very naughty, getting into bed with a man. It was thrilling.
She kissed him, fierce and deep, her fingers sliding back into his hair.
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He moved closer to her, a hand moving to rest to wrap around her as he returned her kiss with all the passion and intensity he felt for her, moaning softly against her lips.
Her fingers in his hair felt so good and he never wanted this to end.
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It was so intimate, kissing like this. Their bodies were pressed together and his arm wrapped around her felt wonderful. And the sound of his moan made her tingle all over.
She didn't know exactly how long they kissed for, only that when she finally moved back for air she was breathless and her lips felt swollen. His looked swollen, too. He was dishevelled in the most wonderful way.
"Now you're my boyfriend," she said. "Whatever the others say, you can't have been my boyfriend before we had kissed."
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He panted when she broke the kiss. He smiled widely at her words. "I am most certainly enjoying being your boyfriend. I feel like the luckiest man alive that you want me to be your boyfriend. I can hardly believe still that you want me. The real me."
He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers, hand moving to stroke her cheek.
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She smiled, running her hand along his side. “It must be the real you. Always. I find him far more interesting than any pilot or lawyer or doctor ever could be.” She kissed his cheek, nuzzling closer to him.
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"It will be. I will be real with you because that is who you want. I just never imagined anyone wanting..... me. I am so glad that you do." He slid his arms fully around her and ran his fingers through her hair, holding her close to him.
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She smiled, curling against him. "I do. I want you, Frank." She sighed, then smiled. "Though all this kissing is thirsty work. Celebratory drink?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
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“Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea,” he said. He moved back, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he did and held a hand out a hand to her to help her sit up, also.
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She took his hand and pulled herself up, moving to retrieve their glasses. She poured the drinks and handed him one before climbing onto the bed again. She hesitated, then nudged his knee with hers.
"I think if I sit here, and face the same way, it'll make drinking easier...
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He nodded and moved so that sitting back on the bed, his head leaning against the headboard and he took a sip of his drink.
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Trixie settled between his legs, leaning back against his chest. She sipped her drink and sighed.
"Ahhh. I could get quite used to this." She tilted her head back so she could smile at him.
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He slid his free arm around her waist and smiled warmly. He just had this warm feeling inside him that he didn’t think would ever go away, as long as she wanted him.
“So could I,” he said. “It is the best I have felt in such a long time.”
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Trixie nodded. "Absolutely."
She rubbed the arm draped around his waist, settling back into the crook of his arm. "We fit. It's quite nice, really."
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“I haven’t felt like I’ve…… belonged, in such a long time. You give me that feeling,” he said. “That I belong in this world, in my skin, that I have a place here.” He nuzzled his head against hers. “Thank you.”
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She rested her cheek against his head.
"Good. Because you do belong here. With me."
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He smiled again and took another sip of his drink. “These do taste delicious, but they are nothing compared to the taste of your lips, I must say.”
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Trixie laughed slightly, taking another sip of her drink. "Well, any time you want another taste you only have to say."
She leaned her head back, meeting his eyes and pursing her lips.
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He grinned and eagerly leaned forward to press a firm kiss to her lips. He pulled back and moved quickly to set his drink down so he could kiss her easier. He leaned in closer to her, cupping the back of her head and kissed her, full of passion and fire.
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She shifted too, setting her drink down. But even now it was awkward. She broke the kiss and turned around to face him, still kneeling between his legs.
"Better," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss him.
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He moved so he could run his hands along her arms as they kissed. “Much,” he murmured against her lips.
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She crawled even closer to him, then just climbed into his lap. It was simpler. And she just wanted to be close to him.
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His fingers slid along her neck and he deepened the kiss, getting swept away in the moment with him. His body was starting to react but he ignored that for now, focusing on the feel of her lips pressed against his.
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She moaned against his lips, his fingers on her neck making her shiver. He was so wonderful, and kissing him felt so good. They fit, just like she had said before. Especially like this. Her hands slid along his sides and around to stroke his back as she pressed against him.
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He groaned hotly against her lips as her hands slid along his side and across his back. His hands moved to grip the back of her top as he started to grow more aroused. He shifted slightly, hoping that she wouldn’t notice his arousal. He didn’t want her to feel in any way pressured. He just couldn’t help the way his body was reacting.
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Trixie broke away to catch her breath, panting heavily. She pressed her forehead to his.
“Goodness. That is very distracting.”
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He panted hard too and leaned his forehead slightly back against hers.
“Yes, it most certainly is,” he said. He shifted slightly again and took a breath, trying to calm his body down. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone. The last woman had been Brenda. But he could wait as long as Trixie needed, because he knew she was worth it.
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She exhaled as she shifted back, feeling warm all over. And definitely aroused. She hadn’t felt it this intensely when she had kissed other men. She rested her cheek against his shoulder and let her body relax, her hand still sliding over his back lightly.
“Do you think we ought to stop?” she murmured against his shoulder.