Fox Wiley (todd_wiley) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-07-19 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | aim log, fox, frankie, kindle, thread |
Friday - June 27th, 2008
Who: Frankie, Fox and (later) Kindle
When: Evening
Where: The Boston Apartment
What: Fox tells Frankie about his talk with Vinnie and things get interesting.
Fox had promised to tell Frankie when he talked to Vinnie, but since she was busy thursday night, he waited until Friday to head back to the apartment. Knocking on the door, he wondered if it'd be Vinnie or Frankie who answered. At least after the conversation yesterday, he wasn't so worried about Vinnie slamming the door in his face.
Frankie wasn't expecting company. She'd been lounging on the couch, reading a book in a pair of flannel pants, white tank top, and fuzzy pink slippers. There was also an open bottle of wine, with Frankie sipping happily at her first glass of it. Upon hearing the knock at the door, she put the bookmark in place and hopped up to get it. On the other side was Fox. Frankie lit up like a Christmas tree and jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Laughing as she lauched herself at him, Fox caught her around the waist, supporting her weight and leaning down for a quick kiss. "There's the most beautiful woman in Boston." Taking his eyes past her face, he took in the lounging clothes and couldn't help the response in his pants. Frankie was just sexy no matter what she wore. And it didn't help that he could see through that top.
Frankie smooched him back as she moved back onto her own two feet. "Only in Boston?" she teased, totally unaware that her top was somewhat thin. Oops! She grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him inside. "Vinnie will be gone for a while. I was just reading and having some wine... trying to relax. Work was hell today."
Fox let her lead him into the apartment, closing the door behind them and admiring the view she gave of her luscious ass. "Wanna talk about it?" Since Vinnie wasn't around, he kept his eyes where they were, deciding he could tell Frankie about his talk with her brother later.
"Oh it's nothing to talk about," she said in a dismissive tone, flopping down on the sofa and leaving plenty of room for him to join her. "Just a long day, you know? Feet are killing me and all that. Made good tips at least."
Smiling, Fox sat on the other end of the sofa, reaching down to grab her tired feet and pull them into his lap for a massage. It was what good boyfriends were supposed to do, right? Massage their girlfriends' aching feet? Either way, the look on her face as he pressed his thumbs into her arches was worth it. "With your ass, I'm sure you did," he teased.
The fuzzy slippers fell from Frankie's feet and were replaced by warm, talented hands. She sighed happily as Fox began to rub them. Yes, this was EXACTLY what good boyfriends were supposed to do. "I will give you all my tip money.. earned by by sexy ass.. if you do this after every one of my shifts..." she gave a little moan as he hit a sore spot and worked out the knot.
Fox chuckled. "You can keep the money babe. I just want use of that mouth." Of course, he didn't say what for, but he had a few ideas. "Though having to do this after your shifts means I may as well move in." Somehow, he had the feeling Vinnie wouldn't like that. Feeling a stiff muscle, he set his hands to working it loose.
"My mouth, eh?" she said with a raised eyebrow. "I suppose I could nag you in exchange for foot rubs. Sounds like a more than fair trade." Frankie really wasn't the nagging type. She was stubborn, but often when she didn't get her way, she just stormed off rather than trying to break a person down until they caved. "I'm thinking Vinnie would kill us both if you moved in here."
Fox smirked and tweaked her big toe. "Not quite what I meant, smartass." Switching to her other foot, he nodded. "Yeah. Probably. I stopped by yesterday to talk to him." It seemed like as good a time as any to bring it up.
Frankie's eyes went wide, and her muscles tensed. Fox probably noticed all the way down to her toes. ".... you did?" she asked hesitantly.
Fox felt the tension and kept up his rubbing. "Mmhmm. And in case you missed it, I don't have any new burn marks and you're brother's fine."
Frankie was quiet for a few moments, processing what Fox was telling her. "So... it went... well?"
He wasn't sure if well was the right word, but they both kept their hands to themselves, no one was hurt, and most everything was out in the open. "Yeah," Fox nodded. "It went well."
A smile cracked across Frankie's lips and her eyes twinkled. "Really?" she responded hopefully. "So... no injuries at all?" A quick scan of his form revealed that he was intact, and she hadn't noticed any limping or flinching when hugging him. Vinnie wasn't injured either, at least not that she'd noticed in the brief time they'd spent in a room together since yesterday.
Fox shook his head, pressing his thumb into a tight spot he felt near her heel. "Nope. Maybe pride on either side, but that's fine." He wouldn't mention how her brother seemed to like the idea of Roasted Fox.
Frankie's smile grew. She was so happy to hear that the boys talked. Not only because they managed to do so without hurting each other, but because Fox cared enough about her to try and make peace with her family. She didn't want him rushing off to see her papa though, fuck no, but talking to Vinnie was so sweet of him. "You know... you're kinda awesome as a boyfriend. I think you're lying about this being your first time."
Chuckling, Fox slipped the slippers back on her feet and tugged her to his side. "Nope. Only you, babe." He shuddered lightly, thinking about some of the women he'd been with before. None of them would be worth the trouble he was going through for Sparky.
Frankie kept her legs draped over his lap, but she scooted close to him and let him hold her in his arms. Resting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes. "Good. I like being the only one."
Smiling softly, Fox pressed a kiss to her temple and just held her. It was kinda nice. Odd for him, but nice. He was slowly getting used to Frankie putting him in new situations, and he was learning they weren't all bad.
Frankie sighed as she relaxed into him. Fox was new to relationships, but it didn't seem like it at all. He made Frankie feel safe and wanted and beautiful and just... good all around. He was also exciting and sexy just crazy enough to make her feel a little less insane. "I think you need to stay a while and help me drink that bottle of wine. And if you have too much, I'll just have to force you to spend the night."
Fox glanced at the bottle. "Just one bottle of wine?" Hell, even drinking the whole thing himself wouldn't get him properly buzzed. But if the punishment for being drunk was spending the night, Fox would play the best drunkard ever.
"Well, I have more bottles, but I was only planning on having a few glasses to unwind." She leaned up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before scooting away from him and getting up from the couch. Frankie's fuzzy slippers shuffled across the floor to the kitchen where she fetched another glass before rushing back to Fox. "For you, sir."
Fox watched as she scampered across the tile in the slippers that should have made her fall on her ass. Not surprisingly, she moved with a fair amount of grace for the pink fuzzyness. "Thanks, babe," he smiled, taking the glass from her with one hand and tugging her back into his lap with the other.
"I think you earned it." She gave him another quick kiss on the cheek before adding, "Actually, I think you earned a lot more, but you can't have the rest just yet."
The smile that slowly spread over his mouth was definitely dirty in nature. "So when do I get the rest?" He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then moved to her jaw and neck with soft kisses.
She kissed his shoulder, pressing her lips more firmly to his flesh now than in the previous quick peck. "One week from tonight." Only one more week of waiting. THANK GOD!
Fox wrapped his free hand a little tighter around Frankie's waist. One more week seemed like an eternity but it was right around the corner. He wondered if he riled Frankie up, just how far she'd let him go tonight. Fox had so much fun teasing her, and it would be so easy with her brother not here.
Sadly, Vinnie would be returning tonight, so any fun that Frankie and Fox had would need to be within reason. She could be quite loud, and it would suck if Fox's visit to see Vinnie went to waste. She wanted them to be on good terms, and that wouldn't last if Vinnie heard the two of them doing something. "Behave yourself, mister. I'm not the only one who lives in this apartment, remember?"
Fox nipped her ear, murmuring, "Yeah, but we're the only ones here right now, right?" Pulling back, he reached for her glass of wine to pass it to her, then grabbed the bottle to fill his glass and top off her own.
Frankie whimpered lightly as she felt his teeth graze her flesh. Fox was far too good at teasing her. "Yeah... but I don't know how long that will be the case."
Fox set the bottle back down and sipped from his glass. He wasn't a big wine drinker, but it wasn't bad. "Well, we can drink then use whatever time we have left, or we could make use of the time and drink later." He shrugged, his eyes teasing. "I'll let you choose." But that didn't mean he'd play fair. With the hand not holding his glass, he lightly drew circles on her back, just above where that sensitive spot was.
Wasn't bad? It was a damn good bottle of wine! Fox just didn't appreciate it the way she did. Good thing he appreciated Frankie. His fingers on her back made her heart speed up. She struggled to think momentarily. When her focus returned (somewhat), she leaned in to kiss his neck and then slid out of his lap. "I vote for both," she told him, taking her glass and the bottle with her as she walked off to her room.
Taking a moment to himself as she walked off, Fox grinned and stretched, mentally patting himself on the back. "Damn I'm good," he muttered under his breath. Standing, glass in hand, he followed his fiery sprite down the hall to her room. He waited just inside the door to see what she had in mind.
After setting the glass and bottle on the nightstand, Frankie climbed onto her bed, leaving her slippers on the floor. Her feet curled up under. "You just gonna stand there?"
"Wasn't planning on it." Kicking the door closed, Fox strode to the bed, sitting on the edge next to her. His half full glass was placed on the floor. If things worked out like he wanted, he'd find a use for it in a little while.
Frankie rolled her eyes at him as he kicked the door shut and joined her without even touching her. "These lips are feeling pretty damn lonely. Think you could fix that?'
So much for a seduction. The woman wasn't even letting him go at his own pace. That suited him just fine. Reaching a hand out, he wrapped it around her neck, tugging her mouth forward for a hard, hot kiss.
While Frankie expected a kiss after her request, she didn't quite expect that kind of kiss. She let out a little squeak as she was pulled into him to have her mouth ravished. Hands on his chest at first, they quickly slid up around his neck, fingers teasing in his hair as her lips and tongue eagerly attacked his.
Considering it'd been awhile since the last time he was with her, he didn't want to just kiss her mouth, he wanted to own it. Fox shifted her legs so that she was straddling his lap. Jeans could be damned inconvenient, and they certainly were now, but Fox was too busy with her tongue to worry about it much.
Straddling was fine by Frankie! She didn't object in the slightest to having her legs wrapped around Fox's body, and she could hardly wait until she was able to do so with zero clothing between them. Her lips pulled away from his so they could trail down his throat, giving a little lick to his Adam's apple. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you sleep next Friday."
Fox dropped his hands to grab and squeeze her ass, tugging her further down onto him. "That's fine with me. Who needs sleep when they've got you on him?" Giving a slight tug to her hair, he pulled her head back to ravage her throat with his hot mouth.
Frankie's chest pressed forward into his, her back and neck curving as he kissed her throat. "I want you so bad," she muttered, her fingers scratching through his hair as she held him to her throat. "A week can't past fast enough."
"No kidding," Fox growled against her, nipping her neck. A hand released her ass, sliding up under her white tanktop to glide over her stomach. His fingers brushed just under her breasts.
She soaked up the attention, giving off a surge in heat as his fingers teased. Frankie put her hands to his chest suddenly, pushing him back just enough to grab the edges of her tank top and pull it off. She did so with impressive speed. Wings flapped twice behind her to stretch now that they were free, while her arms wrapped around Fox once more.
Fox grinned at her desire to strip, of course, he wasn't going to complain. Glancing down at his own attire as she clung to him, he asked, "Want me to stay this way or what?" Giving the choice, it'd always be skin against skin, but he was willing to make some concessions for Frankie.
Frankie grinned wickedly. "Yeah... I want you to stay just like that. I've seen you shirtless too many times," she teased.
Rolling his eyes, Fox sighed. "Fine fine. I get it. I turn you on when I've got a shirt on." Still smiling, he tugged her forward to bite and suck on her lower lip.
Giggling, Frankie clung to him like a monkey. "I think you're sexy when dressed. You'd look so good in a tux. I'd pay money to see it." Her giggles turned to moans as he paid homage to her lip. Frankie kissed him a second later. Actually, it was a series of quick, teasing kisses. "FYI, you turn me on... no matter what you have on, even when it's nothing at all."
Fox chuckled, releasing her lip. "So what's it do when I," he paused, stroking a finger right between her wings. "Hit your hot spots?" He loved not playing fair.
Frankie's hips jerked forward, her fingers clutching him all the more tightly as he teased the spot he knew drove her mad. "Makes me wish I had a time machine... so we could fast forward a week. You drive me crazy... in a really good way."
Fox hissed as she thrust against his already straining fly. "Makes two of us." Glancing up at her, eyes bright blue, he leaned forward, dragging his tongue over her neck as he pressed her closer to his chest.
"I'm gonna spend a full week in bed with you starting next Friday. No sleeping, no food, just you and me naked and sweaty." She gave little whimpers as he licked at her neck. "Very sweaty."
"Mmm, we could start now," Fox baited her. He knew and understood why she wanted to wait, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to drive her insane every waking moment. Dropping his head, he flicked a tongue over a tight nipple, keeping her arched just right for him to lick.
"We can't," she whispered. They were driving each other insane. It was torture. Frankie actually felt a bit better when he wasn't around to touch. When he was close, she couldn't help wanting to rip his clothes off. It was a very strong desire right now, especially when he licked her. Frankie's skin flushed and grew hot, even though she shivered in response.
Fox groaned a bit against her skin, nipping her neck. "I know sex is off the board for seven days." He tensed slightly, thinking about how damn good it would be to finally have her wrapped around him. "But I can still get you off." His teeth caught her nipple, tugging it into his mouth as he rubbed his tongue against her.
Frankie felt herself giving in. Fox was very good at chipping away at her resistance. She arched her body toward him, seeking out more of the attention his mouth was giving her. Then the spite heard the damn door. Son of a bitch! Frankie abruptly pushed Fox away and scrambled out of his lap. "Where did you park your bike?" she whispered as she looked around for her tank top.
Fox rolled his eyes and reached out to Frankie, tugging her back into his lap. He knew exactly where the tank top was, and he had no intentions of passing it over just yet. "Right out front," he answered. Hell, what did he care? One, there was no guarentee it was her brother, since his - girlfriend? - also lived here. "We've talked, Sparky, and are kinda cool." Fox went back to nuzzling her neck, his hands stroking her chest. If they were quiet, this could work.
"You won't be cool if he walks in here with me topless and you sporting wood," she countered, prying herself out of his grasp again. Frankie found her top and hurried to put it on. A second later, she grabbed the glasses and bottle of wine and hid them in her closet. What else? Lights, more lights. Frankie switched on all the ones in her room.
Rolling his eyes, he leaned back against the mattress, watching as Frankie flitted around the room to set things to "rights". It was kinda funny. Just to annoy her, he slid one hand down the front of his jeans, grasping his erection as much as he could with the little room he was given. He wasn't quite willing to give up what they had been doing just yet.
When Frankie glanced back at Fox and saw that he had his hand down his pants, she shot him a death glare. "You're such an ass," she groaned. If she'd had something in her hand, she would have chucked it at him. Instead, she messed with her hair and clothes so they didn't look so rumpled and put on her slippers once more. With that accomplished, Frankie rushed out the room to see who was home. If she was lucky, it was Kindle.
Fox laughed as she raced through the doorway, leaving it cracked behind her. Rearranging his equipment so it was more comfortable, Fox tugged his hand out of his pants and settled it behind his head. He'd wait for Frankie, since he didn't really care who was home now.