Snow woke up with a throbbing headache. She whimpered as she opened her eyes and was greeted by the daylight. Not being fully awake she wondered why her movements were restricted when she tried to get up. It was just then when she realized that she wasn't in her bed at home, even worse, she was naked. Her half lidded eyes flew open in panic when she realized that a pair of strong arms where holding her down in place and when she turned around she yelped in surprise. Frank was laying next to her, naked as well and sound asleep with a satisfied look on his face. He looked peaceful in his sleep, nothing hinted on the troublemaking attitude he had in his waking state. Her trail of thoughts was interrupted when her head decided to send another wave of stinging and throbbing pain into her forehead, gaining a loud groan from the girl as she layed back into the position she was in before. The old leather couch was still warm which helped fight off the cold that brushed the exposed parts of her skin. Snow felt Frank cuddle up to her even tighter, she was afraid that she had woken him up, since she enjoyed the peaceful moment with him. Glad that he seemed to keep on sleeping, the girl closed her eyes as well as she tried to drift into another deep slumber in Franks strong embrace. She was on the edge of a deep slumber when she felt Frank's breath at her neck, followed by a quick kiss - chapped lips sweetly caressing the sensitive skin. A small whimper escaped her lips once more and soon she felt herself getting turned around and saw Frank's face only inches away from hers "Is my Princess awake?", he whispered as he glanced a smirk at her, it wasn't a cocky one though - his eyes were a bit sleepy and his expression soft. "Kinda...", she croaked since her head was hurting and her throat felt sore "I feel like shit.", she added. This gained her an sympathetic look "My poor baby is hung over!", Frank's voice as far too joyful for her current state so she just grumbled in response "Stay here, I'll get you something." Frank got up before she could protest and soon after, a black thing was thrown at her. She identified it as Frank's black sweater from last night and pulled it over her head. Due to her being a whole piece shorter than Frank it fit her like a short dress, her hands swallowed by the sleeves. "Thanks.", she muttered as Frank handed her a cup with something that looked like juice. He was wearing his black pants and a shirt and looked at Snow as she placed the cup at her lips. She took a sip just to spit it out again "GOSH... what is that???", she whisper-screamed "Your cup from last night. I thought maybe try fighting fire with fire.", Frank shrugged at her, amused by her scrunched up face. Snow looked up from the cup, throwing a nasty glance at Frank before looking back down into the cup. Maybe, he's right... she thought, taking a deep breath before downing the liquid hell she held in her hands. "Ah...eh... well.", Frank looked at her baffled as she let go of the now empty cup "I didn't expect THAT.", his nervous chuckles filled the small room as Snow finally got up. Her steps were wonky and Frank rushed to support her. "What exactly happened last night?", the girl asked as she looked down at Frank's arm that was wrapped around her waist, the sensation of his hands on her felt oddly familiar. "We were havin' some fun. Drinking a bit of that sweet stuff you know.", he gestured through the air with his free hand "And after that?", Snow already had something in mind. She remembered parts of what happened but she wanted Frank to confirm her memories. "Princess got kinda needy so I decided to treat her real good.", his grin was chilidish but she knew that he wasn't lying "I didn't know you were that in love with me, though." "What do you mean, Frank?", his look turned heavy lidded, he looked at her like a lazy predator "You literally screamed for me, Princess.", Snow felt her heart stop and her face felt like it was set ablaze by his words, Frank took his opportunity to press his lips against her soft onces. She almost imediately parted her lips and pushed her tounge into his mouth, the alcohol began to cloud her mind once more as she pushed her soft body against his muscular one. She pressed her hand against his chest while her other hand pulled him closer to her by his collar. "Ready for a second round Princess?", Frank pulled away and cocked an eyebrow. Her red cheeks showing that she was both drunk and flustered again, but her demeanor was something different. Her kisses and touches were needy and whenever she opened her eyes, he was greeted by a lustful look. "Might be...", she answered honestly "Well then... If you keep that up, we'll go through a full pack of condoms in one day, babe.", Frank laughed. He sat down on the carped and pulled the girl close to him but as soon as she sat down on his lap, Snow felt like crying, she felt horrible, ashamed of how far she let herself go last night and ashamed that she was now showing weakness infront of Frank. She dug her face deep into the crook of his neck, her hands clenching at his shirt, she let out muffled sobs.
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Knife's Edge - The Legion (Frank Morrison)
HorrorFrank Morrison has always been a troublemaker but the shithole he landed in after his last adoption is the worst. At least he was able to make some new friends that would help him with the conflicts he found himself in ever so often. But one proble...