Do I Want To Know?

Chapter 13- Decisions, Decisions

   When Frank woke up, he felt a weight on his hips, like someone was sitting on top of him. He felt hands on him too, resting gently against his stomach, and his eyebrow twitched in confusion.

   Frank forced his eyes open, and they did, his vision blurred slightly from sleep. He blinked a few times to get them in focus, but immediately noticed the hotel room was nearly pitch black. The only light was from the bathroom around the corner, which Joe had probably left on before he went to bed.

   The weight on top of him shifted slightly, and Frank remembered its existence. His head whipped from the bathroom to right in front of him, where there was definitely someone straddling him. It was a woman, that was for sure, he could make out her form in the dull lighting.

   His first thought was that it had to be Callie, for whatever reason, but his eyes slowly began to focus, and adjust to the light.

   Callie's hair was long and straight, but Frank saw shorter, messy waves in the dim glow.

   And he could smell vanilla.

   His breath caught in his throat when he finally put the pieces together. She shifted on top of him once again, and soon their eyes were locked and her face was dangling right over his,

   "N-Nancy...!" Frank let out a harsh, surprised, whisper. She just gave him a grin,

   "Shh.." She rested the pad of her thumb against his lips to silence him while she whispered back,

   "You don't want Joe to hear, right?" Her voice was hushed too, but alluring, and Frank felt his body threaten to shiver at the sound of it. His eyes widened slightly, and shifted to see Joe sleeping on the other side of the room. He knew his brother was a deep sleeper, but he had a sneaking suspicion whatever Nancy had up her sleeve was too devious to try anyway.

   Panic flared up in him for a moment, and he glanced in the opposite direction, where Callie should have been. Her side of the bed was empty, and the panic was replaced with relief, if not a bit of confusion.

   There was no way this was really happening.

   He finally looked back at Nancy, who was still staring down at him with a flirty smile. Frank swallowed a bit, and nodded the best he could with Nancy's thumb still covering his mouth. Her smile widened a bit, and she leaned her forehead against his own. The thumb pressing against his lips slid down, catching his bottom lip for a moment, before her hand found its way to the side of his face. Her other hand soon joined it, and the scene was shockingly similar to the position they were in right before they had been interrupted before. The pounding in his chest fit right in, too.

   "Frank..." Nancy brought him out of his head, caressing his cheek with the thumb that left the ghost of its touch on his lips.

   "Yeah?" He noticed his hands were frozen still at their sides, like he didn't know what to do with them.

   He really didn't know what to do with them.

   "Touch me." Nancy's voice was like an echo, and he almost thought she hadn't really said it, if not for her lips pressed firmly against his. Her hands left his face, ran down his arms, and like a command she tugged them around her waist. Frank felt silk under his touch and realized she must have been wearing some version of a pajama set. He confirmed it when his finger incidentally slipped underneath, and the soft skin of her back met his hand.

   On instinct, his hand slid further up, taking the fabric with it, and at this point Nancy had found the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up some too. Nancy broke the kiss only to let Frank drag her top over her head, and she sat up, looking down at him, chest heaving just a little.