Closer to Love 💚

Chapter 1

"Franny! Stop looking at yourself in the mirror and let's go!"

Francesca rolled her eyes as she looked in the mirror once more to check her raven hair and top before looking at her childhood best friend, Margaret. "Don't fucking call me Franny! Mags!"

Margaret groaned, "our parents hated us when they named us. I'm convinced."

Francesca laughed, "they might have. Come on." She followed her childhood friend from their hotel room in Glasgow. They walked a few blocks down to a club. After getting in, they got drinks and found a spot to sit.

"Do you have to move to LA?"

Francesca shook her head at her friend, "you know that I do. It'll be fine! Only a few hours flight to Seattle Maggie."

Margaret nodded and sighed, "I know." She finished her drink quickly before standing up.

Francesca shook her head, "no. I'll go get us more. You sit." She went to the bar, "two whiskey's please!" She looked over at Margaret while she waited for the drinks to find a man talking to her. Margaret was gorgeous, long blonde hair and big amber eyes. She was the polar opposite of Francesca with her raven hair and bright blue eyes. Francesca grabbed her drinks and turned, running head first into a man, making him spill his drink on his shirt.

"Fuck."

She laughed, "I'm so sorry." She watched him look from his now wet shirt up to her to display dark blue eyes.

"Are you laughing at me?"

She shook her head, "sorry. I can't understand you with that accent." She smiled as he laughed, "I'm kidding. Can I buy you another drink?"

The man shook his head, "no. It's fine. Really."

"If you insist." She walked past him back to Margaret. She looked back to see him watching her from the bar as he got another drink.

"Who is that?"

Francesca looked back at Margaret, "I don't know. Cute though. What about you, I saw the guy you were talking to." She watched Margaret shrug, "ugh. Come on! Have you had one hookup while we've been in the UK?"

Margaret laughed, "not all of us are sluts Fran!"

Francesca feigned offense, "I'm not a slut. I like sex. I'm not in a relationship. I have a weakness for accents. Don't be jealous I'm forward and you aren't." She finished her second drink, slamming it back on the table, "besides, it's only been 2."

"Only 2 what?"

Francesca felt her face turn red as she saw Margaret stifling a laugh. She turned to see the man from the bar standing at the table, "now that's none of your business. I really am sorry about your drink."

He shook his head, placing his new drink on the table before holding out his hand, "it's fine. Dance with me to make up for it."

She gave a small laugh but nodded and grabbed his hand, "sure." Once they were on the dance floor he placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her body to his, making her squeal. She felt the cold wetness from his shirt transfer to hers as she saw him smirk. "I see. You just wanted my shirt wet too."

He shrugged, "if I have to be miserable then so do you. I'm Richard by the way."

She chuckled, "Francesca. How am I supposed to warm up now?"

He chuckled, leaning in to her ear, "body heat."

She nodded, placing her arms loosely around his neck as she pressed and rubbed her body against his. She turned around, her back to him as she felt him place his right hand on her stomach, still keeping her body against his. He brought his left hand up, moving the hair from her right shoulder as she felt him press his lips to her neck. She moaned softly as she closed her eyes, bringing her right hand up to his head to keep his mouth on her skin; her skin that was now on fire. She felt him hard against her before she turned back towards him, crashing her lips into his as he brought his hand up to her hair. She heard him moan as her tongue danced aggressively with his.

He pulled away, keeping his hand in her hair, "come home with me."

Francesca nodded at the statement. As if he already knew the answer; he didn't ask, he commanded. She would normally need more to agree to go home with someone she just met, but she knew there was something about this man she just met that we wanted more of. "Let me just tell me friend." She saw him nod as he followed her back to Margaret. She leaned down, kissing her friend on the cheek, "make that three. I'm not coming home tonight." She saw Margaret roll her eyes, but nod as Francesca grabbed Richard's hand and followed him out of the club.

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"A hotel?"

Richard laughed at her as he opened the door to his room, "yeah. I don't live here. Only visiting as well. That a problem?"

She shook her head as the door shut behind them. She barely had him pulled back to her as he flipped on the light and she kicked off her shoes, his tongue urgently invading her mouth. He pulled away, removing his shoes and she let out a giggle, "fuck."

He turned back to her, "what?"

She shook her head, running her hands through his hair before running her fingers through the small streak of gray above his forehead. She smiled, "nothing." She removed her top as she watched him smirk, biting his lower lip as he surveyed her breasts.

"Franny."

She shook her head as she watched him remove his own shirt, "don't call me that."

He chuckled, approaching her as he undid her jeans, "are you going to leave if I do?"

"I might." She hovered her lips over his as she felt him pull her jeans down as she undid his.

"Hmm." He took a step back, letting his pants fall as he looked over her body in just her panties, "oh Franny. I'm so glad you spilled my beer on me."

She laughed, crashing her lips into his as he guided them both to the bed. She quickly removed her panties, tossing them on the floor before pushing him to his back. He pointed to the nightstand and she reached over, grabbing a condom as she felt his hands on her breasts. She pulled his underwear off with his help before straddling him. She rolled the condom on and wasted no time as she lowered herself onto him, eliciting moans from them both.

He felt her grab his hands, intertwining their fingers as she held them above his head as she continued to grind on him fervently. She hovered her mouth over his, letting out small giggles as she pulled away whenever he tried to kiss her. She laughed as he let out a small growl as she crashed her lips back into his, releasing his hands as they went straight to her hips, following her movements on him as he moaned. "Franny."

She grunted, her movements becoming more aggressive as she heard him panting and she knew he was close. She leaned back, letting him take her fully into his view as she rocked on him, sending them both over the edge and she watched him throw his head back, but not removing his hands from her hips as he held her in place through her own orgasm.

Francesca laid out of breath next to him once they finished. "Richard Madden."