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It gets frisky this chapter so if you ain't into that just skip to the part I mark off. I'll put a bunch of asterisks (*) where ins safe to read //
The warm water cascaded down my body, rinsing off any soap. I shut my eyes, relishing in the feeling. Eventually, the realization that I couldn't stay in here forever because it wasn't my house set in.
An inaudible groan escaped my lips as I got out of the shower. Frank insisted that I stay another night since we got back so late. I grabbed a towel, not bothering to dry off that well. I forgot to grab clothes.
As I gripped the cold door handle, I bit my lip. This was going to be so awkward.
Frank was sprawled out on the bed, looking at his phone. When he heard the door open, he started to speak, "hey, is there-"
As soon as his eyes landed on me, concealed in only a towel, his eyes widened. Instead of speaking, his mouth just opened and closed, kind of like a fish. I flushed red, going to the Victoria's Secret bag in the corner. As I fished out a matching black set of underwear and bra, I said, "I forgot clothes."
I then walked to the nightstand next to Frank to grab one of his shirts. He stopped gawking by now, just playing with his lip ring. I stopped, looking at him. "You've seen me in less before, why are you freaking out?"
He blushed, scratching his head. "Um- I don't know... well before you were at least wearing something. Now it's just a thin piece of cloth." He sunk back into the pillow, averting his eyes. "Sorry for being creepy.. hormones and stuff.."
The comer of my mouth turn up in a half-smile as I walk to the bathroom. "It would have been creepy if you didn't apologize or if I hadn't chosen to walk around in front of you in a towel."
I dry off a bit better, slide on my bra, underwear, and shirt, and walk back into the room. The room was dim, the only light coming from the lamp in the corner of the room. Frank still looked a tad distressed. I smirked.
I walked to his side of the bed, sitting next to him. His eyes met mine, and I noticed he was messing with his lip ring. I rested my hand on his chest, the fabric of his shirt was soft beneath my fingertips. I said, "Is this better for you?"
He bit his lip. "You're still turning me on, if that's what you're getting at."
I raised an eyebrow, letting my hand trace down his torso. "Oh?"
He nodded. "Definitely."
I hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers, and he quickly sucked in a breath. I moved, now straddling him. My hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. I leaned down, whispering, "What about now?"
He nodded, closing his eyes. As I hooked my fingers on the hem of his boxers, he grabbed my wrists. He opened his eyes, looking at me seriously. "Skylar... you don't have to... don't think that you need to do anything. If you still need time-"
I put my finger to his lips. "The fact that you care enough to ask makes me like you even more. I'm fine Frank."
He looks uneasy, but doesn't stop me when I start to tug down his boxers and toss them to the side. As I lower my head, I watch him brace himself, gripping the sheets. Almost immediately as my lips touch him, his hands are tangled in my hair.
When I lift my head, he makes a sound of protest. I pull the shirt over my head and toss it, hearing a soft thump as it hits the floor. His eyes drink me in, grabbing my waist and flipping us over so he was hovering over me.
He held his weight, bracing himself with his arms on either side of my head. He dips his head, pressing his lips to mine. They moved softly, but with passion. His hand slid down to the clasp on my bra, pausing for a moment as if asking for permission. I say, "do it," against his lips.
As if he were an expert, he unhooked my bra with one hand, sliding it off and throwing it over the side of the bed. His hand brushed over my body, sliding over my boobs and down to the waistband of my underwear.
He pulled back slightly, breathing heavily. "Are you sure, Skylar?"
I nod, my heart racing. "I need to get over my fears." I reached up, tracing his bottom lip before tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him back to me. With my lips millimeters from his, I murmur, "Frank Iero, I'm yours. Completely and utterly yours."
Our lips touch again, and Frank slips off my underwear. I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Slowly, he pushes into me. Memories fill my brain, and I freeze. He pulls away as soon as he senses I'm not okay. "Skylar." His voice is urgent and scared.
I shake my head. "Keep going."
He seems uneasy, but does as he's told. After a moment, the memories fade, and all I see is Frank. I pull his mouth back to mine, my heart beating faster.
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AN: They just had sex, Skylar overcomes her fears and memories of her rape. They're still there, but not stopping her from being with Frank. //
(SEX FREE ON FROM THIS POINT)
Frank collapses next to me. We were both tangled in the sheets, covered in sweat, and breathing hard, but I had never been happier.
I gazed at him, eyes full of wonder and adoration. I lifted my hand, lazily tracing him jawline and lips before resting it on his chest. My words were soft, but they seemed so loud, interrupting the blissful silence. "Thank you."
He raised an eyebrow, draping his arm across my waist. "For what?"
I didn't know it was possible for my face to get hotter, but I felt the heat rush to my cheeks from embarrassment. I dropped my eyes, the black sheets suddenly fascinating. "For... dealing with me. And saving me. With you stopped that-" I shuddered at the thought, "-that man from killing me, then you took care of me." I found the courage to look him in the eyes again. "Then you forgave me for leaving you mid kiss."
He shook his head. "That wasn't your fault."
A sad smile fell upon my lips. "You didn't know that at the time though. I'm not quite sure what you thought. The point is you've done so much for me, a complete stranger." I move closer, my voice dropping. "The funny thing is, I feel safer with you than I do with anyone, and I've only known you for about a week and a half."
Franks hazel eyes seems to shine in the dimly lit room. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and fear struck my heart that I might have scared him off. Though, when he opened them back up, that fear diminished into nothing. "I don't know if it was fate that I saw you in that alley, or that I saw you at the mall, or that night at the banquet, but I do know that I would give everything to protect you." My stomach did backflips as he spoke. "There's just.. something about you that draws me to you. And it's more than the fact you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. You're amazing." He lightly brushes his lips across mine. "My doors are always open to you, Skylar."
I wipe away the tear that was making its way down my cheek and bury my head into Frank. If I could spend the rest of my life here, with Frank, I would be content.
Also, I realized something else tonight. I was definitely in love with Frank Iero.
