Lay Your Heart in my Hand - A Borrowed Time Oneshot

Lay Your Heart in my Hand - Gianna/Francesca

Every time Gianna went to the Walsh home, she felt like she was walking through some kind of strange punishment for her own life choices... Well, not her choices, but the way that her life had turned out. She wasn't unhappy, but it was still sometimes hard to see people live lives where they didn't have to work constant overtime just to make ends meet... But it didn't feel right to resent them, they'd never been anything but kind...

Especially Francesca... She'd been... Very kind... and Gianna felt rooted to the ground when Francesca opened the door to let Esme in, looking over her to where Gianna was standing, making her face feel hot.

"Gianna Russo, you certainly are a sight for sore eyes." Gianna tried to ignore the way that her cheeks flushed at the way that she said that, at the tone that Francesca seemed to always have with her. She watched as Francesca squeezed Esme's shoulder, letting her go past her into the house. "Hey honey." She said, and Esme paused, looking over to her with a wide smile as she did. It made Gianna's heart feel warm, she liked knowing that Esme had more adults in her life that she could trust... That was something that she needed.

Gianna hadn't meant to drop the ball on that, but she could acknowledge that she had... She'd let terrible people back into Esme's life and hadn't even noticed that she was being hurt.

Francesca turned her attention back on Gianna, giving her a smirk that made her knees feel weak... She didn't know what she was supposed to do with that feeling, how she was supposed to handle it. She cleared her throat and returned the smile, folding her hands behind her back. Gotta get out of here.

"So..." Leave. You're being weird, leave. "Uh... I'll be back tomorrow to get her." She said, turning on her heel.

"Wait, Gianna." Well, she hadn't gotten out of there quick enough... Now she had to try to remember how to act like an adult and not some nervous kid with a crush on her babysitter or some shit... God, why did Francesca have to be so pretty? Why did she have to care?

"What's up?" She asked, her voice cracking over the word 'up'. Francesca gestured for her to come closer, but Gianna stayed rooted in her spot... She wasn't sure which way to go with this.

"Do you have to get to a shift at work?" She asked, leaning against the doorframe. Gianna shook her head with a small smile. No, for the first time in two weeks, she had a night to herself... She was probably gonna go home, take a nap and maybe use her vibrator a couple times before sleeping more... That sounded like an ideal night.

But she wasn't going to say that much out loud.

"No, it's my night off, but I don't want to hover-." Francesca reached out, stroking softly down her arm with an almost haunting smile, one that made Gianna shiver. She didn't know whether she wanted to press into the touch or lean away from it, but either way... She was stuck. She was fucking captivated. Who wouldn't be?

"Nonsense. Come on in, I could use someone to talk to you." She said, and Gianna nodded, swallowing heavily as she looked down to where Francesca's fingers were dancing across her arm, reaching towards her hand... it was making her heart race, which was ridiculous... She was over 30, nothing should be making her heart race anymore.

"Okay... Well, if you're sure that you wanna talk to me." Gianna said, which prompted Francesca to let out a chuckle, linking their fingers together so that she could easily pull her inside. It was such a stark difference, the softness of their skin... Gianna's was worn down into softness, like leather, worn from years of working... Francesca's was soft and smooth, hands that knew luxury. Hands that could probably shop at Whole Foods...

"I like talking to you, Gianna. This shouldn't be something that surprises you by now." She said, and Gianna sighed, letting herself be led up to Francesca's room... She never used her study, despite having one, not that Gianna minded... She preferred being in here, it was calming, the lighting was warm, and Francesca seemed to glow when she was in her own space. Like a beacon of light.