"to burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."
- Federico García Lorca
Staying out of trouble is not Frank Castle's strong suit. But is Jenavieve Howlett more trouble than The Punisher can handle...
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"you're everything a big bad wolf could want." - Little Red Riding Hood, Valen
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In the morning I wake, still wrapped up in Frank.
His scent floods my nostrils.
His face smooth with sleep, I stare at him in wonder. Then I close my eyes as I breathe him all in, trying to ingrain his smell to memory, as well as the sound of his heartbeat. He's truly a gorgeous specimen.
It will be hard to walk away from him.
I hear a change in his breathing and look up at his face as he wakes.
"Mornin'." he says, his voice even huskier than usual. He's sexy as sin, without even trying. I can't get enough of him.
"Good morning, Frank." I purr.
He leans in and kisses my lips. I grab his face and roll back onto the mattress, pulling him on top of me. His body hovers over mine while we make out.
We finally break apart and he looks down at me warmly, stroking his finger down my cheek. A gesture from him I've quickly come to love.
Frank climbs off the bed and moves about the room and my green eyes watch him intently. His body, the movements of all his muscles, his mannerisms.. I commit him all to memory.
He heads to the bathroom, sending me an inviting smirk before he enters. I smile wickedly and crawl off the bed, prancing to the bathroom to join him for a round of shower sex. His body dripping with water is a whole other sight to behold.
"Where are you headed next?" Frank asks me as he sits on the edge of the bed, putting his shoes on.
"I don't really have a destination. Just.. west." I answer, buttoning my jeans. "What about you?"
"South." he replies. "Do you have to go west right away? I don't know about you, but I could eat."
"Food?" I clarify, teasingly.
He smirks, laughing under his breath. "Yes, food."
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Climbing out of Frank's van, we head inside the local diner and order breakfast.
Frank orders pancakes and coffee, and I get the same. If it's good enough for Frank, it's more than good enough for me.
I'm thankful that this diner is quiet in the way of patrons. I feel a little conspicuous sitting in the window in the daylight, but every time I look at Frank or hear his voice, everything feels okay.
Our food soon arrives and we dig in.
I watch Frank, as he goes about eating his pancakes, pouring the syrup, drinking his coffee. Then my eyes fall on the chain around his neck. The chain that dangled in my face multiple times last night. The chain with a wedding band hanging from it.
