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Fall in the Fall (Frank)

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Author: robinrunsfiction (on ao3)

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Running along, you were keeping up a quick pace, feeling especially good. You decided to add an extra mile to your run this morning since you had a quiet weekend ahead, and things felt so good. You turned up a side street you didn't normally run.

You had been running for a few years now, and you were in the middle of training for another race. Most mornings you passed the same runners also out on their morning runs. One person who always intrigued you was the guy with the tattoos that always had music blaring from his headphones. He usually gave you a nod, as opposed to the warm wave and hello most runners greeted each other with, but you didn't think much of it. Everyone has their own style you thought. You never saw him at any local races, but he was out as often as you were and you had gotten used to seeing him and started to look forward to it.

This morning was a cloudy and cool. The sidewalks were starting to get covered with wet leaves from the recent rain.
The next thing you knew, you were skidding across the sidewalk. Your toe had caught a rise in the sidewalk you couldn't see for the leaves, and sent you flat out.
Your arm took the impact of your fall as you sat up and checked the damage. There was quite the scrape, but nothing was broken.
"Woah, are you ok?" You heard someone ask from behind you. You turned to look and it was tattoo guy, pulling off his headphones. You could feel your cheeks getting as red as the scrape on your arm.

"Yea thanks. You didn't actually see that right?" You asked with a grimace.
He chuckled and smiled as he ran his hair through his hair. "Yea, I did. It was pretty impressive."
You groaned in embarrassment, but then laughed at the situation. What more could you really do when a cute stranger saw you wipe out?
"Do you have a long way back home?" He asked.
"Yea, I'm over 3 miles out right now," you said glancing at your GPS watch.
"My house is just up the road, come on, I'll help you get cleaned up," he said offering you a hand up.

You took his hand with your good arm, noticing how rough his fingers were. It sent goosebumps up your arm.
It was only a couple blocks and you were up to the small house. When you walked in, you couldn't say you were surprised by all the guitars and music memorabilia that covered the walls. It matched the tattoos covering his arms.
"Sweet place," you commented as you followed him into the kitchen.
"Thanks," he said wetting a paper towel in the sink and handing it to you. "So umm, I realize I didn't even introduce myself, I'm Frank."
"Nice to meet you finally, I'm (yn)," you replied taking the paper towel and dabbing it on your arm, cleaning off the wound.

"I'll go grab you some band aids, hang on," he said as he left the room before returning with some large bandages.
"Thanks," you replied opening the package. "Uh, do you think you could help?" You asked unable to apply the large band aid with one hand.
"Oh yea," he said, seeming to snap out of some kind of trance. Wait, was he staring at me? you wondered.

He took the bandage and applied it gently, rough fingers brushing against the soft skin of your arm again, more goosebumps forming.

"Thanks," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you were now standing so close.
"No problem," he replied almost as quietly, his hand lingering on your arm. You looked up and met his eyes. Without a thought, you both leaned in, lips meeting in the middle.
When you separated you were blushing like when you first realized he saw you fall.
"You wanna go running with me sometime?" He asked.
"That would be great," you replied with a smile.