Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Thirteen and Three-Quarters Wh-What?

Wow, look at this bullshit! A Semi chapter that has hardly anything to do with the reader and Filthy Frank? OOOOOOOOH! Well strap up your crabs and untie you panties from that tight wad because this chapter is so that I don't fucking lose it from hating, but at the same time loving to write this story. MAYBE this is also for the fact I want to make some romance with this bland ocxcannon 13-year-old-esque shit that hangs in front of me like a stumpy, limp dick.

Okay so this chapter is basically going to focus on T.J., who at the moment is Julie, as well as Salamander Man. It's what happens the first day they meet, pretty much what's going on when you and Frank are doing that... thing?

Just go to the next chapter if you don't wanna read this.

Okay, now we can start.

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"A dresser huh? And I thought I lived in unusual living-spaces," T.J. said, referring to her 'apartment that had once been a wine cellar'. Salamander Man gestured her in, who incredibly had not been rubbing his nipples for more that 30 seconds. T.J. peered into the dresser, shadowed in nothing but darkness. She could just imagine this becoming an episode plot for Law and Order SVU. But she decided, meh, what's the worst that could happen? If anything popped up( like his unwanted Lycra-dick) she had her mace and prisoner-grade shank on hand. And so, she followed her new-amphibious-humanoid-companion thing, for a couple of seconds, she couldn't see a damn thing. But for a moment, she could feel herself falling, but then realized it was just a step she missed.

The mini heart attack aside, she could hear a *click* and the room filled with light... very slowly.

"Oh god, do you use florescent lights in here?! The hell man?!"

"Nyess!"

"Energy effi-? Okay, I see your reasoning. I'm just not really used to those things flash banging me somehow."

"Nnnyeess..."

"Now that I'm not blinded, I have to say, it's surprisingly clean in here," and she was being pretty honest to a guy for once. The room was about 15 feet by 15 feet. A queen size bed, a mini fridge, and a small TV. She noticed unlit candles were all over the room, and got an idea.

"How about we shut this environment- helping lighting system off, and perhaps light a couple candles?"

"mmmmmmm..... nyes. MMm?"

"Hell yes I'd like to light'em!" She grabbed the lighter that Salamander man had pulled out from some unknown orifice on his body. She lit the candles one at a time, and each candle began to make the room a bit brighter after the florescent lights. With each candle feeling lit, she could slowly feel the tension beginning to build. It was a silent agreement made between her and Salamander man during the long conversation they had over the last couple of hours. Some sort of stuff was going to go down.

As she lit the last candle, she was enveloped in the arms of the Lycra-person. His hand slowly roamed her body, she didn't say anything. She understood what this was. She had gone through it only a few times before. A one night stand. Simple enough, she'd go through with it, give it a perfect ten, and then that'd be it. But she had never done it with a Lycra-person such as this. She wondered what sex would be like with him.

But then Salamander man let go of her. T.J. felt like she was being watched. She looked behind her, Salamander Man is sitting criss-cross on the bed, eyes just looking her over, almost like he's absorbing every detail about her. After about a minute of this, he finally spoke up.

"N- nyess."(What the hell did you expect him to say?!)

" Okay then," she murmured, and crawled on the next next to him.