Frankie Morales-Fire

Chapter 5

T/W: Some sexual content.

I'm cooking dinner when I hear a knock at the front door. Nova is sitting happily in her high chair, playing with a handful of Cheerios and occasionally tossing them to the floor and then peeking over the side to see where they land.

I turn the burner off and hurry to the door. I check it first. It's Frankie. I open the door.

"What do you want?" I demand. Frankie gives me a look before slipping inside the house.

"Well, just make yourself welcome, Morales," I growl. I shut the door and hurry back into the kitchen and continue on with our dinner preparations.

"Hiya, Nova!" Frankie is by her in a second. She rewards him with a grin and then stretches out her arms for Frankie to pick her up. He looks over at me.

"Go on," I say. Frankie releases Nova from her high chair and lifts her up into his arms. As much as I don't want to admit it, but Frankie looks downright content to be holding a baby.

"You sure you haven't done this before?" Frankie looks somewhat confused until I gesture towards Nova resting contentedly in Frankie's arms.

"I never said I didn't know what I was doing, Grace," Frankie growls at me. "I only said I didn't know shit about babies."

"That's pretty much the same thing, dumbass," I retort. Frankie grins.

"Look at us," he says. "Already acting like we're a family by calling each other stupid names and arguing about everything."

"Bite me, Morales." I stir the spaghetti sauce.

"You can deny it all you want, Luna, but I know you like me," Frankie says, grinning. I look at him. His dimples are showing through his patchy facial hair. I can't stop myself, I grin, too.
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Nova is asleep and Frankie and I are actually, believe it or not, cuddled up on the couch, a movie on. I nestle back into Frankie's embrace. It feels so-right. Frankie begins kissing my shoulders and neck.

Goosebumps break out all over my skin. Frankie brushes his lips over my bare skin and I can feel-heat beginning to build deep inside me.

I squirm away from him, putting some distance between us. I hear Frankie sigh softly. I look over.

"I'm sorry," I say softly. "But I'm not ready for that."

"I understand. I think I do anyways. I just need you to be upfront with me about what you do want." I slide back over to Frankie and lean in, capturing his lips with mine.

Frankie gently takes my face in his hands and just stares at me. I can feel a hot flush creeping up my neck on to my face.

"Why are you just staring at me, Morales?" I snap. Frankie chuckles softly and releases me. I lean against the back of the couch.

Frankie reaches out to begin massaging my leg, down to my foot. I gasp as his fingers gently knead my foot.

"Oh, my god, Frankie! That's gonna turn me on if you don't stop." Frankie grins wickedly.

"Maybe that was my intention." I kick out at him, catching him in the thigh.

"Ow! Jeez! That hurt!" Frankie glares at me. I laugh.

"You little wench!" Frankie growls.

"'Wench?! Where the hell did THAT come from, Old Timer?"

"Hey! I'm NOT that damn old!" I giggle and launch myself at Frankie. I land right on top of him.

"Ooh, I see how you want to play this, you little bitch!" Frankie snaps. He wraps his arms around me and I struggle against him, kneeing him in the gut.

I feel him jerk as my knee makes contact with his lower abdomen.

"That was a dirty play, Grace!" Frankie growls.

"Well, duh," I snap. "That was the whole point." Frankie looks at me in disbelief. I laugh and squirm off of him and push myself up off the couch and try to escape.

Frankie twists around and struggles to get up and chase after me. I run behind the couch and am laughing. Frankie is slowly prowling around close by, trying to catch me.

"I WILL get you!" he snaps playfully. I stick my tongue out at him and then flip him off.

"You keep flipping me the bird, missie and I'm gonna cut that middle finger off," Frankie threatens.

"Go screw yourself," I snap. Frankie laughs.

"I'd rather screw you, little missie."

"Stick it up your ass," I say, grinning.

"I'd like to stick SOMETHING up your ass."

"You nasty old pervert." Frankie's face grows intense.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of, Luna Grace." I start to run in the opposite direction, but Frankie moves quickly, capturing me in his arms. We just stand there for a few minutes, breathless.

Frankie slowly turns me around, gazing hungrily at me.

"I know you said you aren't ready and I respect that. Just at least kiss me with as much passion as you can muster. Please."

I lean in to capture Frankie's lips with mine, kissing him hungrily and greedily. I feel Frankie's hand come up to my face. He caresses my cheek.

Suddenly there's a sharp rap on the front door. It sounds again and again. I hurry over, wishing whoever it is would stop rapping that loudly before they wake up Nova.

I unlock the door and pull it open. It's-Frankie's-buddies. They don't look happy, either. In fact, they look downright pissed.

"Frankie," I say. He hurries over to the door.

"What the hell are you all doing here?" Frankie demands, looking just as pissy as his buddies. "I TOLD you to NEVER bother me while I'm here!"

"There's a-problem," one of the guy's says, giving Frankie a pointed look. Frankie sighs in frustration.

"Yeah, okay. What the hell." Frankie leans closer and gives me a quick kiss.

"I'm sorry about this. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Okay. And, Frankie?" He looks expectedly at me. "Don't get yourself killed or I'll find a way to bring you back and kill you myself." Frankie gives me a wink and a little salute as he walks out of the house to join his buddies.