SUNLIGHT ━━ frank castle

part viii

2 MONTHS LATER

      Dinah is away the weekend I'm getting the
      all clear for the doctor. Come around so I
      can cook you dinner.
      I miss you.

You and Frank had made sure to keep in touch in the following months of your recovery in Dinah's apartment. Most of the time you were bragging about how you finally had a room and bed all to yourself, sending him a message in the morning about how you were waking up in the softest sheets on the most comfortable bed.

It put a smile on his face and he never wanted you to stop.

You had just put the pasta sauce on simmer when you heard loud knocking on the door over your loud music. You frowned, double-checking the time before turning the music down slightly and going over to the door. When you opened it, there was Frank. Standing there with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Frankie!" You squealed, launching yourself into his awaiting arms. He laughed, catching you mid-air and taking a step back so he didn't fall over. "You're early!"

"Well," He put you down and smiled down at you. "You're either early or late. No in-between."

You properly looked at him, appreciating how good he looked in the black jeans and dark blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up. It was so simple but had your mouth watering at the slutty veins on his forearms that were on display for you. His beard had also grown out making you weak in the knees, with the little, hardly there streaks of grey perfectly positioned making you want to sit directly on his face. Wordlessly you took one of his arms and led him into the apartment, leaving him to close the door with this foot.

You suppose you weren't doing him any favours. Due to not expecting him so early you were in your usual stay-at-home uniform of an oversized shirt and underwear. He was used to it but it didn't stop his eyes from trailing up from your bare feet up your legs and settling on your thighs. Something about you comfortably rustling around a kitchen in this had his blood rushing.

"Well, you get to see me roll out the pasta." You told him, going into the kitchen to busy your hands before turning to him with a slight frown. "I might need your help with that."

"I don't know the first thing about pasta making, doll." You got lost in his low voice, smiling at finally being able to hear it in person again.

"Once I roll it out, I'll need help with how it feels." You explained, pulling out the very, very long mattarello from the lower cupboard making Frank's eyebrows raise. "Doc said I'm not gonna have some feeling in my hands until the nerves that were severed heal again. Might take years with how bad it was."

"I thought you said they were healin' good?" He put down the flowers and wine on the countertop and took a seat on one of the stools.

"They did!" You say, holding your hands up to show him the fresh scarring with a bright smile that had his insides flipping. "The nerves are just a bitch."

He motioned you to come closer and you did. He took hold of both of your hands and gently ran his thumbs over the scars.

"Nothin'?" He asks, bringing them down but still stroking your palms as he sets you with a frown.

You lose your voice for a second, just shaking your head to answer him before finding your voice.

"I can feel a pressure but otherwise..." You trailed off, looking down and squeezing his hands to gain some control over yourself. You swallowed thickly, looking away when you felt a heat blossoming on your cheeks, especially when you caught him with a small smirk.