Hunger

March (part 3)

Frankie texted Abi while Harry ordered a car to pick them up and take them back to Cheshunt. She wrote quickly and missed a few words and letters.

'cming home. bringng H. what do i do?'

Abi replied almost immediately.

'I'll head over to Gina. Do exactly what you feel like 😉'

Frankie wasn't sure what she felt like doing. The idea of going back to their place and possibly getting undressed, was freaking her out. She wasn't comfortable with the thought of letting him see her naked yet, and there wasn't any pressure or hurry to do so, she knew that. But she still felt silly for panicking about it. In her eyes there was nothing pleasing or enticing about seeing her without her clothes on. She could very quickly point out her trouble areas, but a body disclaimer wasn't exactly a turn-on either. 

Harry hung up, and picked up where he left off. He kissed her again, this time with more intensity. There was no doubt that he liked her, and that he wanted to kiss and touch her. They had good physical chemistry. He was an excellent kisser, probably the best she had experienced, and he seemed just as intoxicated by her kisses as she was by his. She felt herself getting carried away with the feeling of his lips against hers, but she tried to maintain some control, so she didn't end up in a situation, where she was completely vulnerable. But kissing should be fine, she could handle that. 

The ride back to her flat was a lot of handholding, finger lacing, longing looks and soft smiles. They would have to remain in control, until they were in her flat. Harry leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear: "Is Abi okay with me coming up?" 

She nodded at him. "She went to Gina's, so the flat is empty." She regretted saying it at first, because Abi coming home could have been her excuse to not have sex with him. But as she thought it, she felt wrong for needing an excuse to not sleep with someone. It wasn't rational of her to think like that. She knew very well, that she decided what she wanted to do with her body. And if she wasn't ready to have sex with Harry, then nothing would happen. He was the perfect gentleman, and she was sure, he would never pressure her to do anything against her will. 

Harry poked her nose with his index finger. "Where did you go?" He asked, referring to her getting lost in thought. 

She giggled and blinked a few times. "Sorry, I get all up in my head sometimes. I'm a bit of a thinker and a worrier." The corner of her mouth curved into a small smile. 

"You know I don't expect anything from you, right?" He whispered, cupping her cheek in his hand. 

Frankie smiled and leaned against his hand and nodded softly. His hand was warm against her cheek, and it was such a comforting feeling. 

***

They hurried up the stairs next to the off-licence, and Frankie quickly unlocked the door to her flat. She threw her keys on a small chest of drawers next to the door, and turned to face Harry, who was getting rid of his coat. He closed the distance between them, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, as she walked backwards leading him towards the sofa. They spent a good while kissing, before she offered him a drink and gave herself a moment to regain control. Kissing him was passionate and exhilarating, igniting a spark of excitement and desire in her core. She needed to steady herself, because she could very easily overstep her own boundaries. She had had a few one-night-stands, and they always left her feeling like crap for allowing someone into her intimate, personal space, showing herself vulnerable to someone, who didn't need or want that from her.

She fetched a couple of drinks for them, and Harry leaned back on the sofa and drank his, while looking at her. She sat in a position that allowed her to hug her own knees, looking up at him between sips of her drink.