Do I Want To Know?

Chapter 17- Confessions

   Nancy never thought kissing could make her feel the way it did when Frank kissed her. Sure, an exciting fling would make shivers go down anyone's spine, but kissing Frank was different. His kiss wasn't asking for more, it wasn't eager in the way it had been with other guys.

   Even when they kissed in the hotel room, it felt as though they were the last two people on Earth. Frank kissed her like he would never get to again, slow and loving, like the only thing he cared about in that moment was her.

   His hands reached up to hold the sides of her face, hers trailed from his neck to his chest, clinging to the front of his shirt. His thumbs caressed her cheeks, and his tongue begged for entrance to her mouth. Nancy was happy to oblige, parting her lips as their kiss became heated, more passionate.

   They both forgot where they were, as their bodies seemingly melded together in that dingy amusement park bathroom. Nancy's heel slipped on the tile and her back hit the edge of the sink, taking Frank with her. Neither of them cared, barely coming up for air, even as Nancy's lungs burned for it.

   Frank's hands found the sink, caging Nancy's body as he finally pulled away from the kiss.

   His kiss wasn't asking for more, but she still felt his hot breath on her neck.

   It was just right.

   Frank was almost panting against her, managing to leave kiss after kiss down the front of her throat.

   It was messy, and it was carnal, but it wasn't meaningless. It was the result of two people dying for each other, mind, body, and soul, but getting only a glance for too long.

   It was love.

   Nancy's brain felt fuzzy like it did when his mouth was to her ear in the security booth, and Frank's subtle groans vibrated through her body. Nancy couldn't stop the sighs that left her lips either when Frank's warmth pulled away from her skin. The fabric of her turtleneck was blocking the path of his kisses, and Nancy forced her head, that had tilted back some, to look down at Frank.

   He slowly sank down onto his knees in front of her, his hands sliding from the cool ceramic sink to Nancy's hips, until he held her thighs outwardly and gazed up at her.

   Frank was blushing from his neck to his ears, and his face was just as so. Somehow, a button on his shirt had come undone, and his collar was crooked. His chest heaved, desperate for breath and for her, and the look he gave her was a mix of everything he had ever wanted to tell her.

   "Frank..." Nancy sighed, the first word spoken between them since they kissed. She couldn't think straight, not with Frank's fingers inching toward her knees, toward the hem of her skirt. It was long enough to hide him under, and Nancy had a brief thought that maybe that was exactly where he wanted to go. It sent a rush through her, picturing Frank's head under her skirt and between her thighs.

   Frank had to be thinking something similar, the blush on his face growing darker.

   "Is... Is this okay?" He stumbled through his words, pushing the fabric up to her knees,

   "Yes." Nancy breathed out, but of course it wasn't. It was crazy. Frank was crazy for even considering it.

   Crazy, and stupid, and everything to me.

   Frank was supposed to be the nervous one, the one who thought everything through. Nancy liked to take risks, but even she thought she was crazy too, for not caring.

   Her eyes darted to the unlocked bathroom door, and for a moment, she faltered. Not even for the obvious reason.

   Nancy remembered how angry Frank looked when he walked in, and how she had been crying just minutes before all of... this happened.