BLUE (Frankiana Version)

Fourteen

"Come, Kiwi," Franki whined, holding out her hand and trying to pull Diana into the bathroom. The dark haired girl just bit her lip and stood her ground.

"You need to shower," Diana pulled her hand back and shook her head. "I'll be across the hall when you're done."

Franki stuck out her bottom lip and shook her head, which caused small tufts of flour to fall to the floor around her feet. Diana looked down at her own hands, which were practically ghost white from the white powder.

"You are messy too," Franki said softly, reaching out and grabbing Diana's hand once more. "Please?" she looked up hopefully, meeting Diana's eyes.

"Franki, I-," Diana began, but lost her words when Franki stepped forwards and tugged at the hem of her shirt.

"It is just a shower," Franki shook her head and curled the ends of Diana's shirt around her fingers. "You need to be clean," she said quietly. Looking up at the older girl for approval, Franki slowly began to lift Diana's shirt upwards. "I love you. Do not be scared."

Feeling her breath catch in her throat, Diana found herself growing nervous. Nervous? Nervous for what? She internally cursed herself. It was Franki. She shouldn't be this scared to be so... exposed.

With a deep breath, she took a sidestep into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Franki took this as a sign to continue, and she lifted up Diana's shirt. The dark haired girl brought her arms above her head and allowed

Franki to remove the material from her torso.
It was silent for a few moments as Franki traced her eyes over Diana's figure, familiarizing herself with the newly exposed skin. Diana held her breath.

"Pretty," Franki mumbled, giving Diana a shy smile before reaching up to run her fingers through the girl's hair.

Diana exhaled slowly, beginning to calm down. This was Franki. She had already exposed herself to the girl emotionally. This was just the next step, as innocent as it could get.

"Here," Diana whispered, gently rolling up the bottom of Franki's hoodie. "Is this okay?" she asked nervously before biting her lip. Looking up at the smaller girl, she tugged gently on the material.

"Yes," Franki giggled softly, sensing Diana's anxiety. She lifted her arms as Diana pulled the heavy material over her head and let it fall to the floor. Once her torso was exposed, Franki turned to the mirror and ran her hands over her collarbone.

"I am clean," Franki said softly, studying herself in the mirror. She trailed her fingers over her own shoulder, almost as if she were in awe by her own skin. Diana grew confused.

"I thought the point of taking a shower was to get clean," Diana laughed nervously, unsure of what Franki meant. The smaller girl just shook her head, grabbing Diana's hand and placing it where her shoulder met her collarbone.

"Not like that," Franki shook her head softly. "My skin. There are no bruises. I am not hurt," she slowly moved Diana's hand over to her shoulder.

The green eyed girl studied Franki's skin for a moment before nodding softly. She was filled with a mix of adoration and anger. Anger that someone would have ever hurt Franki in the first place.

"And I intend on making sure you stay this way," Diana said softly after a few minutes of silence. She brought both of her hands up and ran them down Franki's arms, lacing their fingers together. "You're safe now. No one's gonna lay a hand on you."

Franki's lips pursed together slowly, as if she were deep in thought. Diana ran her thumb over the back of the smaller girl's hand in an attempt to comfort her.