Hunger

June (part 3)

Frankie returned home with so many bags and boxes, she needed Harry's help to carry it all in. He laughed when he saw her loading it all out of the car. 

"Looks like you've had a good day," he chuckled as he leaned in and kissed her, before grabbing a lot of the garment bags in one go. 

Frankie looked at him with amazement, as he swiftly carried all the bags into the house, only to return to get more things. She carried a couple of bags inside, and placed them in the dressing room he had presented her with when she moved in. She couldn't fill a room like that in any way, but it was kind of him to make it possible for her to do so, should it ever become relevant. 

She returned to the sitting room, where Harry was on the phone with his assistant, who was booking the trip for him. He was asking for privacy all around. In the airport, on the plane, everywhere they would go. Frankie appreciated it, and she knew it wasn't only for her sake. Harry needed to be able to go away on holiday and be himself, not constantly looking over his shoulder for the next photographer. He finished his call and sat down on the sofa, patting on the cushion for her to sit next to him. Frankie sat down, forgetting everything about the Brazilian wax she had a few hours earlier, and she winched loudly and jumped back up. 

"Argh!" She grimaced and then started laughing uncontrollably. 

"What happened?" Harry asked, confused but amused by her laugh. 

Frankie sat down gently again and had to control her laughter, before she could explain what had happened. "I had a Brazilian wax today..." She had to laugh at the absurdity of putting herself through something like that. 

"You what?" Harry chuckled. "A Brazilian? Isn't that the one where..." He gestured towards his crotch in the same swooping motion, as she had done when Abi suggested it, which made her belly-laugh, as she nodded. 

"Very much so. I am smooth as satin, but sore as a fresh wound," Frankie rolled her eyes at herself. 

Harry laughed and pulled her closer, so he could hold her. "Why on earth did you put yourself through that?" He asked. "You didn't do it for me, did you?" 

Frankie shook her head. "No, it seems like that's what girls do when they go on holiday. I guess it's because of the bikinis and stuff. But yeah, I might not make it a habit." She giggled and leaned into his arms. 

Harry put his arms around her, and let her lean up against him between his legs. He kissed the top of her head. "I hope you know, that you never have to change yourself for me, Frankie. I don't want you any other way." 

She sighed and felt her cheeks redden. It was a little silly now that she thought of it. He never commented on anything like that, and he only ever praised and admired her. In reality it would be for herself she did things like that, and there were definitely things she wanted to do for her own self-confidence, but a Brazilian wax was maybe not on the top of that list. Going on the Pill however, that might be something she wanted to do for herself. She cleared her throat and took the plunge. 

"I was thinking of something, " she started. "How would you feel about me going on the Pill?" She was sitting with her back against him, so she couldn't see his face, and it felt like it took a while for him to answer. 

"Well, I think that is up to you. It's your body, Frankie. I can't decide for you. If you want to go on the Pill, I'll be behind it in every way." He kissed the top of her head again. It was such a comforting gesture, and she felt safe right there in his arms.

"And if I asked you to take STD-tests with me, would you?" She felt a little nervous asking him, but they needed to be safe and responsible, and they had both had other sexual partners, so checking was the sensible thing to do.