Do I Want To Know?

Chapter 27- It's Us

   As cliché as it sounds, love is a funny thing.

   That's all Nancy thought as she stared up at Frank and played with the tuft of hair by his ear. It's all she thought as she grinned at him, and he awkwardly rolled off of her to dim the lights. That one sentence ran through her mind while she turned onto her stomach, laid a hand on her cheek, and followed him to the light switch with her eyes. He dimmed them just enough for the ambience, and yet she could still see him.

   Then she waited for him to come back to her, eyed him up and down as he walked maybe two feet toward the bed, and yet it felt like miles. He could've gotten there in a second and it still wouldn't have been fast enough for Nancy.

   Frank gave her this embarrassed little smile while he looked down at her, kneeled on the bed and held her face between his hands. He kissed her gently, nervously.

   And all she could think was that love was such a funny thing.

   It wasn't the first time Nancy had done something like this. She had been with Ned so long it just sort of came naturally after a while. She had gone through the motions then, and Ned knew what he was doing, so it had been good, for what it was.

   But then there was Frank.

   Oh, Frank.

   His kiss found courage, deepening, and soon his tongue was pushing past her lips, and her teeth. She let him explore every inch of her mouth with no deterrence, and she shifted up onto her knees so her arms could hug his neck again. Nancy pulled him down, and went with him until her back hit the bed again, her head inches below the pillows.

   She could feel his hands trembling as they trailed down her sides, tugging up on the crooks of her knees so he slotted neatly between her thighs. She could taste the inexperience on his tongue as it danced with hers, and yet she burned for him, the feeling of his hips against hers sending sparks downward until she was throbbing.

   Forget technique, Frank barely needed to touch her before she was putty in his hands.

   Because love was so funny like that.

   Nancy felt her head spinning by the time he finally pulled from their kiss. She looked up at him again, only this time in much dimmer lighting. She could still see the blush dusting his cheeks, traveling down his neck and up to his ears. Her fingers ghosted the sides of his neck, playing with the collar of his t-shirt.

   "You're beautiful." Frank whispered, in a breath of awe. Nancy felt her own face heat up at those words. She could imagine it was beet red, and that her fiery locks of hair were sprawled carelessly beneath her. She wasn't wearing anything fancy, and yet he still gave her that look that had her heart pounding, and more warmth pooling in her stomach.

   "You're driving me crazy." Nancy found herself saying. Frank smiled a little. It was crooked, sheepish. Nancy loved it.

   Frank leaned down, pecking her cheek with an innocent kiss before he moved to her jawline instead. Nancy gripped the collar of his t-shirt tighter only slightly when he kissed the skin of her neck, which was feeling extra sensitive in that moment.

   His kisses were light, and loving, and they pulled a sigh from Nancy easily. It didn't feel anything like the ones he left on her in the bathroom, but she still tilted her head backwards, aching for more.

   "Nancy..." Frank murmured against her skin, before planting another kiss on her neck.

   "Hm?" She hummed back, and felt his voice vibrate through her as he spoke once more,