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wiypt-writes · 2 years

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Riding Free

One Shot: All Hands On Deck Kinktober Day 11: HANDS

co written with @spectre-posts

Summary: Fliss can’t get enough of her Sailor’s Hands…

Warnings; SMUT SMUT SMUT (yeah…no under 18s, NSFW)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. Any likeness to real life people/scenarios is purely coincidental. I do not own any characters in this fiction bad Fliss Gallagher and any other original characters. I do not consent to have my work copied/translated onto any other site. If you are reading this story anywhere bar Tumblr, it has been taken without my consent. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 2.3k

A/N: I would say I’m sorry about this…but I’m really NOT

Riding Free Masterlist // Main Master-list

September 2022

Frank turned off his truck engine and cracked his neck. That had been a bit of a longer errand than he’d expected thanks to a road closure due to a car accident on the highway.

“Fucking Sunday Florida drivers.” He muttered, hopping down from his Mitsubishi. He headed up the path and through the side door, greeting Thor who had wandered into the mud room having heard his footsteps.

“Hey boy…”

After giving him a fuss, he moved through to the kitchen-slash- family room and smiled as he saw Fliss and Mary on the sofa, bowl of popcorn between them.

“Hey…” Fliss looked over and he smiled.

“Hey, honey.” He crossed to give her a quick kiss, “sorry I’m so late back.”

“It’s okay. I saved your dinner when you called.”

“Thanks. You okay, Stack?”

“Yup.” She didn’t turn from the TV.

“Alex in bed?”

“Mmmhmmm.” Fliss nodded, “went down half an hour or so ago.”

Frank sighed, he hated missing bed time, especially seeing as he’d set off almost three hours ago for what should have been an hour round trip, tops. He should have been home, had dinner, and helped put his boy to bed in the time it had taken him to drive across town and back. His eyes then strayed to the TV as Mary laughed.

“What are you watching?”

“She Hulk.” Fliss replied, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

“What?” Frank arched a brow.

“It’s a Marvel show.”

“A female hulk? How? I mean-“

“Look, stop asking as you hate Marvel, you won’t like it.” Mary stated, then she giggled, “look, Mom, she’s got Captain America’s butt as a screen saver!”

Fliss paused the screen and smirked as she tilted her head to one side. “Oh yeah…”

“That’s America’s ass.” Mary giggled, saluting as Fliss laughed.

Frank scoffed, “well, seeing as my boy is in bed and you two are somewhat preoccupied with a fictional soldier’s rear end…”

“Errr have some respect for Steve Rogers.” Fliss narrowed her eyes. Frank arched his brow in response before he snorted.

“I’m gonna have my dinner and nip out and do some more work on the Camper Van.”

“You know, you guys have had that thing like almost two years and you’re still doing it up, Dad!” Mary stated the obvious.

“Hey, it works, we’ve been out and used it.” Frank folded his arms, “this is its second do up…I’m merely updating the engine and some of the cosmetics and tu-“ he stopped and narrowed his eyes as Mary sniggered. “What is this? Pick on Frank day?”

“Oh hush.” Fliss smirked, “go and get your hands dirty, leave us to watch our show.”

“Ohhh after this can we start a rewatch of Falcon And The Winter Soldier?” Mary asked.

“Sure.” Fliss shrugged, “but only one episode tonight. You got school tomorrow. And it’s Alex’s first day back at Daycare so we need to be up and ready.”

"Fine... Fine..." Mary sighed, popping kernels in her mouth.

Frank dropped a kiss to Fliss’ head before he made his way back to his truck for the box of spare parts he had been to collect. He tucked them under one arm and headed into his garage and stepped through to the workshop.

“Hey, Wanda…” he patted the shiny blue camper van fondly on the bonnet. He chuckled to himself, he was well aware the name belonged to a Marvel character, and was also a play on the word “wander” which had been suggested by Mary.

He’d spent his time doing the vehicle up, just as he had with his boat and finished it mostly almost seven months to the date since they’d been given it as a gift.

Since then, they’d had a few goes in it up and down the County. Camping trips , days out and it had worked well enough but as with his boat, Frank had identified further improvements to “pimp his ride” even more. These included a bigger engine, chrome plated fenders and wing mirrors, a state of the art entertainment system and new leather upholstery to replace the current cloth ones that Fliss and her mum had installed as a stop gap measure.

An hour and a half into said engine improvements, or his 'Frank time' as he'd taken to referring to it as, Fliss came out, his dinner plate in hand.

"Hey Sailor, you forgot something..."

Frank looked round and gave a little chuckle, “shit. Sorry, Cowgirl.”

She popped a shoulder, “it’s okay. Mary’s headed to bed. She told me to tell you she’s calling child services to report you for neglecting your father-uncle duties, and will be referring to you as Frank for the next forty-eight hours as punishment.”

“Huh, could she not just talk to me at all?” His eyes twinkled with humour.

“Well, she pondered that but then decided you’d tell her that wasn’t a punishment, more like a very welcome break.”

Frank pointed at her with a smirk, "Yahtzee."

Fliss laughed, shaking her head. “How long you intending on staying out here? Not that it matters, just figuring out whether or not I can start my weekly lesson plans for the yard or wait until tomorrow morning.”

"You could sit out here and do them, I'll bring up that little table."

“Huh, not just a pretty face are you?”

"Meh, I've been known to have brighter days." He shrugged. "At least sit with me while I eat."

“Alright, you got any beer in that fridge?” She nodded to the back of the workshop and Frank scoffed.

“How long you known me? Course there’s beer in there.”

“Well then gimme one.”

“We are still talking about the beer, yeah?” Frank grinned.

“Pervert.”

Frank laughed as he moved to pull two cold Buds out of the fridge. He popped the caps and handed one to Fliss.

"Why thank you, Sailor."

She took it from him, her eyes straying to his hand and she frowned. “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

Frank looked down at his hand, noticing the knick on his knuckles. He wiped it on the rag, half out his pocket. "It's nothing, grazed it tightening up something."

“Did you seriously just wipe it with that filthy shit rag?” Fliss wrinkled her nose as Frank perched on a stool in front of his work bench. “You’re disgusting .”

He popped a shoulder and sipped his bottle. "Done worse."

Fliss shook her head, “let me see.”

He took a small bite of his meal and passed his hand over to her. "It's nothing."

She took a deep breath and gently took it, twisting her wrist so his fingers lay across her palm. She gently swiped her thumb over the back of his knuckles as she looked at his skin.

He was currently grubby from the work he’d been doing. And the hand she held was sporting a few healing cuts and grazes, from various minor knocks he picked up at work or around their home and yard. They were dotted across his long fingers and the back of his hand. His blunt nails were dirty, but would be scrubbed clean that night before bed, just as they always were when he came home from work or finished whatever hobby project he was working on.

Maybe once, in a time before she’d met him, they’d been softer and neater, thanks to his previous career as a professor. But now, Frank Adler had well worn and weathered hands.

And Fliss fucking adored them.

She loved the way those fingers would drum noisily on a surface, indicating he was bored, maybe restless or impatient. How they’d slap his thigh or hers when he had made a decision. Even the way he would crack his knuckles either absentmindedly when deep in thought, or on purpose with a smirk as he knew the noise made her shudder and grimace as she hated it.

But what she loved the most was how those hands, so tough, rough and calloused from years of manual labor were also as soft and gentle as the man they belonged to.

Five years ago, on a boat out on the open water, they'd held her to him as he'd kissed her tenderly. Three years back, they’d delicately yet ever so safely held their baby boy for the first time in the hospital, and continued to be safe, careful and strong with both her and the kids.

They could also be a little possessive. His fingers would slip through hers when in public, or grip her hip as his arm slid round her waist, always just tight enough to keep her close, squeezing when he knew she needed reassurance or comfort, or simply wanted to remind her, and anyone else for that matter, that he was there and she was his.

They were delicate and loving when he trailed his fingers up and down her arm, her neck or her spine. They would dance across her shoulders or skin, heating her from the inside out.

And of course, there were other things those hands could do, when they were alone…

"Frankie..."

“Yeah?"

Brown eyes met blue from beneath heavy lids and Frank arched his brow.

Fliss moved to stand between his legs, which were spread apart at the knees as his feet rest on the lower rung of his stool. “Put your hands on me, Sailor.”

Frank hopped down and grabbed her by the waist, turning turned their bodies so her back bumped the work bench. "But I'm filthy."

“And?”

A low chuckle bounced that Adam's apple in his throat. Frank cupped her face. He gazed at her and smirked before he dove right in to give her a harsh kiss, filled with tongue.

She kissed him back, her own hands tangling in his hair, nails taking over his scalp.

“Whaddya want, cowgirl?” His lips hovered over hers.

“Your hands…”

“Yes, ma'am." With a grin he kissed her again. “Turn around.”

Fliss smirked as her eyes glowed with mischief. She spun on the ball of her foot and leaned against the workbench. Craning her neck so she could peer over her shoulder, she smirked. "Well?"

“Sassy tonight, I like it.” He grinned as he pulled her back into him. His hands squeezed her hips, before he gripped the hem of her vest top and pulled it over her head.

Fingers glided up her sides and belly until Frank's hands covered her bra covered breasts and gave them a generously hard squeeze.

Fliss sighed, her head rolling back onto his shoulder.

"Again..." she said softly as her arm snaked up Frank's neck.

Frank chuckled, his lips fluttering against her neck as his hands pulled down the cups of her bra. “Like that?” His voice was a raspy whisper as his fingers and thumbs found her nipples.

A lustful moan came out her throat from the depths of her chest, the vibration beating against Frank's chest. "Yep."

“My hands feel good, huh, baby?” He hummed, tweaking a little harder.

"Always so good."

“Want then to make you cum?”

"Oh, yes...." Fliss whimpered.

Frank gave a low grunt as his teeth nipped her neck, his hands working a little harder. With each tweak, pull and squeeze, he could hear and feel Fliss reacting as she writhed and panted. Her head was completely laid back on his shoulder, eyes closed, mouth open.

"Thassit, Cowgirl. Get lost....." he was in her ear.

He could feel himself growing hard in his tasty jeans, his dick pressing uncomfortably against the crotch of the denim. With a nip to hee ear that made her squeal, his right hand traced its way down her sternum to her belly and slipped into the waistband of her lounge shorts.

Fliss gasped and moaned, the feel of his hands on her was one of her favorite things.

"Oh, Lissy," Frank crooned lowly in her ear, "so wet for me."

“Always…” she gasped, her hand tightening in his hair.

With a grunt of satisfaction at the feel of her fist, Frank began toying with her clit. Running circles around it with his middle finger.

Fliss gasped, her hips bucking at his touch.

“Thassit, baby…” his breath was warm on her face. As those nimble fingers toyed with his wife, coaxing her closer and closer, her pelvis started to move, grinding herself against his palm. "Chase it, baby," he dug his heel upward into her clit as he slipped two fingers inside her wet heat.

“Oh, fuck…” her knees buckled a little and Frank moved his left arm across her chest, holding her up as his fingers found her right nipple.

"Fahk, darlin'," he grunted. "I got you."

“You…you always…oh, god…” she groaned, her eyes flying open, “you always..always do…”

"You're there, cowgirl , c'mon."

Her breath was coming in quick, rapid pants, a staccato rhythm as the feel of his strong arms and those hands she loved so much completely overwhelmed her.

“Frankie…Frank…Frank…”

“I gotchu …” he repeated as he kissed her neck behind her ear. He then groaned when he felt Fliss buck violently in his arms. “Atta girl.”

Her walls clamped around his fingers as she cried out into the silence and dim light of his workshop.

"There you go...." Frank said softly as his lips press into her cheek.

Fliss gave a hum of satisfaction as she sagged backwards. Frank gently slid his hand up and out of her shorts, his fingers sticky with her slick as the rest on her belly.

“I can feel you,” Fliss spoke, her voice raspy as she gained her breath. “Poking me…”

“Well, I’m kinda turned on right now…” he replied , with a cheeky grins of his rock hard dick into the small of her back.

With a slow movement, Fliss turned in his arms and gripped at his shirt. She stepped back towards the work bench, a smirk on her face.

“Well, we best do something about it then, huh?”

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nadja-antipaxos · 1 year

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DON’T LET ME DOWN

Title: Don’t Let Me Down

Fandom: GIfted (2017)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC

Summary: Mary befriends a literature professor at the university who catches Frank's eye, Samantha Harris. She teases him and Frank falls hard when he least expects it.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: : Smoking, sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, swearing, former cheating (not Frank), pregnancy scare

Word Count: 10,603

Author’s Note: Watching Gifted again, I wanted to give Frank some love. I think he and Brie should do a romance because they're both mega hot. This is for two special Desis who enjoy Frank as much as I do. Thank you for reading. Comments and kudos are encouraged, but only if it strikes you. Moodboard by me. Happy Holidays!

AO3

Samantha has been squinting for five minutes and yet, there is still a small child reading a book in the shade on one of the planters.

“Who is that?”

“Oh, the prodigy.”

“Huh?”

Ella takes her confusion as a moment to steal Samantha’s cigarette.

“She’s like 6 and she’s a math genius.”

“Jesus. I wish I was a genius at 6.”

“Maybe then you wouldn’t be teaching English Lit in Florida.”

“Fuck you. Art History teacher.” Samantha gasps and steals her cigarette back then playfully tugs Ella’s auburn hair.

“Okay, but you dress like one.” She gestures to the blue scarf in her blonde hair.

Samantha flicks her cigarette on the ground and stomps it out with her shoe. She pulls the perfume out of her purse and sprays it before approaching the child.

“Hey.” She nods. She keeps a safe distance, not wanting to crowd her.

“Hey.” The child doesn’t look up.

“You cool? I mean. You okay over here?” She rests her hands on her knees.

The little girl has very blue eyes and enviable dark lashes. The sour, annoyed expression on her face fades as she focuses in on Samantha’s dangling rose earrings.

“Those are cool.”

“Thanks.”

“Where’d you get ‘em?”

“Flea market.”

“I’m Mary.”

“I’m Samantha.” She throws up a peace sign because it’s too weird to shake a child’s hand.

Mary chuckles and does the peace sign back.

“I’m a teacher—professor here.” She tugs on the lanyard around her neck to prove it. “Can I walk you to your next class?”

“Nah. Frank is coming to pick me up. He’s just late.”

“Okay. Nice meeting you, Mary.”

“Bye.” Mary waves and looks back at her book.

Samantha scurries off but only so far until she sees a tall, dark-haired guy walk up to the bench. His loose white shirt is dirty as are his jeans. If she was a gambler, she’d bet mechanic. Maybe it’s an Atticus Finch thing and she calls her dad by his first name. She’s just glad the kid isn’t alone. Her office hours can wait if it means she prevented an Amber Alert.

The next time she sees Mary, she’s waiting outside White Hall on a different metal bench. She removes her earbuds.

“Hey, Mary.” Samantha waves.

“Hey.” Mary looks up briefly from her notepad before going back to it.

“He late again?” She can’t actually remember his name.

“Class got out early. He’s on his way.” Mary shrugs her tiny shoulders.

Samantha nods. She feels weird leaving her.

“Can I sit?” She points to the bench.

“Yeah.” Mary moves her backpack over even though there’s more than enough room already. “Whatcha listening to?”

Samantha looks down at her phone glad it’s simple electronic music and not something more adult. She hands one of the headphones to Mary who puts it in her ear immediately and hits play. Mary bobs her head to the beat and Samantha smiles before doing the same. They sit in relative silence just listening to the music. She’s only with her for ten minutes before the guy whose name she still does not recall shows up. Mary hands her the earbud and they both stand up.

“This is Samantha. She teaches here.” Mary takes his hand automatically.

“Hi. I’m Frank Adler. Mary’s uncle.” Frank extends his free hand. They both have the same insanely dark and thick eyelashes. He’s very ruggedly handsome up close like if she 3-D printed the Brawny towel guy. Beard, biceps, all of it.

“Hi. I’m Samantha Harris.” Samantha gives him a peace sign and for some reason that makes Mary laugh. Frank raises his eyebrows before stuffing his hand in his jean pocket.

“That music was fun.” Mary beams.

“Age appropriate, don’t worry.” Samantha waves her hand.

“So, no N.W.A.?” The tiniest smirk lingers on his mouth.

“Maybe next week.” Samantha shrugs.

Frank chuckles.

“Well, say goodbye. We got Girl Scouts. You’ve got Girl Scouts.”

“You said we.”

Mary waves with enthusiasm before skipping off with Frank.

Samantha falls into a habit of spending time with Mary if she catches her sitting by herself. It’s not so often that it’s a concern. Most of the time, Samantha finds them leaving just as she’s walking toward the building. They’ll exchange a smile and wave, but not too much because after all, Girls Scouts are a priority. Samantha asks Frank if it’s okay to exchange numbers in case he is running late because she’s already on campus. She has nieces and nephews and she wouldn’t want them waiting alone on a college campus. He’s surprised when she asks, but gives her the number all the same. It does give him peace of mind.

Mary seems quite taken with Samantha’s style like her jewelry, scarves, and even hairstyles. it makes Samantha wonder how much of a maternal presence she has. She mentions someone named Roberta a lot and a few of her teachers. After the nonstop praise for her French braid, Samantha brings tiny hair ties for their next visit. In a flash, Mary has two small braids that she can’t stop staring at in Samantha’s compact mirror. She hugs her and that makes Samantha laugh. She’s jumping up and down when Frank arrives.

“Look at my hair! Look! Loooook!”

“Wow. Impressive.”

“Sammy did it.”

“Sammy?”

“I’m Sammy now.”

“Yep. My hair is so cool. Much better than when you do it.”

“Ouch.”

Mary rolls her eyes and Samantha hides her smile behind her hand.

“See you later. Have fun, Mary.”

“Bye, Sammy.”

Frank leads Mary to the car. She clicks her seatbelt and looks at him.

“Sammy’s fun.”

“Yeah.”

“Can she come to dinner?”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“Why not? What about making friends?”

“Friends your age.” Frank puts his hand on the head of Mary’s seat as he looks out the back window. He’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about using texting her for other reasons than keeping an eye on Mary, especially when he’s had a few beers. She’s beautiful with a slender, tall frame. Like really beautiful with a perfect smile that makes her soft honey eyes crinkle. Her dark blonde hair flows on her shoulders making her look like a movie star when she puts scarves in her hair. But it’s not just looks—she’s obviously smart—she’s a professor. And she’s kind enough to keep an eye on a little kid she has no obligation to. Still, he’s lucky things ended so well with Bonnie. He doesn’t need to hook up with someone else in Mary’s life and still have to see them.

This is what he tells himself, but then he sees her in a blue sundress with white flowers on it—he forgets. She’s making Mary laugh or Mary’s making her laugh—he forgets. Her head is thrown back as she claps—he forgets. Mary gathers up her backpack and he steps closer to Samantha. The wind ruffles the hem of her pink skirt.

“Hey, do you wanna go out sometime?”

She furrows her brow, confused.

“You seem really nice and you’re pretty. You…” The more he talks the more she tilts her head. “What?”

“You don’t date a lot, right?”

“Not really. No. Why?”

“Well, you kinda just blurted that out.”

“Out of practice, sorry.”

He’s used to making glances at Ferg’s that ends in his bedroom. He doesn’t exactly have to chat them up first. She takes a moment before speaking. He looks back at Mary who is fine but bound to interrupt this conversation at any time.

“Mary’s great. You’re clearly good with her, but uh, no, thanks.”

He stares at her for a moment. She’s a lot smarter (Bonnie aside) and more sober than his usual type. He should give up. He should grab Mary and take her to Girl Scouts.

“Fair. Only for academic purposes, can I ask why not?”

“Wow. Well, I’m not going to ruin your educational pursuits. ” She’s laughing with her hands on her hips. “Honestly, not really looking to relive college. I don’t need the…trouble. I hope that helps your study.”

“I’m trouble?” He places a hand on his chest.

“C’mon, dude. It’s written all over that handsome face.” Her index finger gestures broadly.

“Oh, so I’m handsome?” He smirks.

“Don’t. You know you’re hot. And that’s why you’re trouble.” She rolls her eyes.

“Thank you. You’ve been very helpful, Miss Harris.”

Samantha playfully shakes her head. Mary sprints over and the conversation promptly changes.

The first time he sees her outside of the college is like seeing a lion in the wild. Tight jean shorts showing off her perky ass. Tall thin heels. Cherry red lipstick. Gone is the sweet woman who listens to music with Mary and braids her hair. She doesn’t put up with any of the drunken advances as she orders whiskey, neat, at the bar. She doesn’t even talk to these guys. She just holds up a hand and waves them off. Her indifference goes straight to his dick due to the beers he’s had. Throwing caution to the wind, he sidles over to her.

“Nice technique.”

“Ah. You like this?” She puts her hand in his face. She doesn’t look disappointed to see him like he thought she might.

“It’s effective. What brings you here?” He’s never seen her at Ferg’s before.

“Date. Guess she couldn’t make it.” She shrugs and downs her drink in one big gulp.

She? Did she say she?

“So, you’re a lesbian?” He nods. “That’s—”

Her hand covers his mouth with ease since those heels make her practically his height. Her skin is smooth on the scruff of his beard.

“No no. I’m gonna stop you before you say something stupid. I’m pansexual. And that’s not why I won’t go out with you.” She withdraws her hand.

“Got it.” He nurses his beer before looking at her with his best puppy dog look. “What about friends?”

She laughs again like she did when he asked her out. She doesn’t look annoyed. She looks amused. If she really wanted him to stop, he would. He’s not one of those people. But right now, he’s enjoying this and so is she.

“I don’t know if you can be friends with a woman you’re attracted to.” She arches an eyebrow doubtfully. The bartender looks at her as she steps back and she holds up a pack of cigarettes. He nods and she walks off down the stairs. She moves fast in those stilettos. Frank trails a healthy distance behind her.

“You could teach me, Doctor.” Yes, he looked her up on the college faculty page.

She lights up her cigarette and shakes her head before blowing smoke out the side of her mouth.

“Mary wanted me to tell you. She saw you smoking with another professor and it’s bad for you.” He wrinkles his nose.

“Well, tell Mary thank you, but I’m a lost cause. Smoking got me through my Ph.D. program.”

“Where you studied Women’s Literature with a focus on intersectional literature.” He stuffs his hands in his jean pockets. Fucking hell her legs go on for miles. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate as one of her students.

“And you taught philosophy in Boston. Google is very useful.” She takes another drag, not impressed. But she did look him up.

“Listen though that braid you did for Mary.” He gestures to his non-existent long hair. “How’d you do it?”

Her eyebrows go up.

“You want me to teach you how to braid hair?”

“Maybe.”

She stubs out her cigarette underneath that thin black heel and pops a piece of gum in her mouth. Her brown eyes rake over him cautiously, but with interest. They linger on his broad chest and arms before going back up to his face. She blows a bubble and doesn’t even smear her lipstick.

“I gotta say I have a hard time believin’ you’re not the least bit attracted to me.” He smirks.

“I never said that I wasn’t attracted to you.” She takes one step closer. “You’re very fuckable.” Another step and his face burns. “But you know it.” They’re almost pressed together now. “And I don’t think anyone’s made you work for it…” She leans in and he inhales sharply. “for a very, very, long time.”

Before he can say anything, she dashes back up the stairs leaving him alone with a rock-solid hard-on in his jeans. Fuck. He should just shake this off. He has never had a serious girlfriend with Mary around. It’s not worth the risk.

Eventually, Frank decides his best move is to give her some space. He’s not the kind of guy who does romantic gestures or romance at all, really. He’s stubborn and hates rejection, but he knows she can see right through him. He acts like the moment at Ferg’s never happened (and he definitely didn’t fuck his fist in the shower thinking about those legs of hers). The more he’s around her, the more he likes her. It’s going against every one of his rules about keeping things separate for Mary’s sake. He hates how coolly she rejected him and he’s stubborn as hell, but that won’t do him any favors with her. He flirts with her and she flirts back and it’s harmless. Sometimes, he sees her at the different bars in the area with her friend he recognizes from the university. She doesn’t always see him or so he thinks.

Ella’s green eyes narrow.

“That’s the guy with the smart kid?”

“Mhmm.”

“Sam, what the fuck is wrong with you? He’s hot!”

“I don’t want trouble,” she tells them. “He’d fuck me and be gone. Not worth it.”

“Um? You do that all the time.”

“Yeah, well…whatever.”

Ella shrugs knowing the conversation is over. Samantha catches a beautiful brown-skinned woman eyeing Ella and elbows her in the ribs. The woman sends Ella a drink and Ella goes to talk to her. It doesn’t take long before they’re grinding on the dance floor. She whispers a hurried apology to Samantha before driving off with “Sonya”. Samantha has been there before, so she isn’t judging. She can call a Lyft or something when she wants to go home.

Without her wing woman, Samantha tosses back quite a few shots in rapid succession. She slams cash down on the bar. Frank watches silently as she moves around like a woman possessed on the dance floor: throwing her hands in the air, shaking her ass, and stomping her feet. Her blonde curls whip back and forth and the way her cleavage bounces in her scoop-neck top doesn’t go unnoticed. There are quite a few eyes on her and none of them are good. Frank sees a guy stalk towards her and swoops in front of her. The guy curses and stomps off.

“Okay, I think you’re done.” He tugs her hand gently.

She just stares up at him with big glassy eyes trying to catch up on what he said.

“Hello, Fran.”

“Hi, Sam. Need some help getting home?”

“What’s your…” She blinks. “You have a twin?”

“Let’s go.” Frank nods. He’s still holding her hand and she hasn’t pulled away.

He pays his bill and walks her to his truck. She makes three failed attempts to get inside before he lifts her up. She whistles. Her spine turns into jelly as she slumps against the seat.

“What’s your address?” Frank leans over.

She points out the window and he sighs. Her eyes close, so he grabs her purse and checks her ID. It has a Florida address and he hopes it’s the right one. She’s asleep, snoring lightly when he parks in front of her apartment building. He shakes her slightly and she opens her eyes.

“Hey! Know that place.”

“Good. You live here?”

“Yeaah.”

Frank helps her out of the car and sees her name on the directory for 6D. She practically falls asleep on his shoulder in the elevator while he fishes through her purse for keys. Her perfume fills his lungs every time he inhales. He finds her keys amongst a pair of heart-shaped red sunglasses and three chapsticks. She flops face-first on the bed immediately once they get inside. He takes off her tall heels and tosses them on the floor. He’s never done this for someone, ever. Does he leave? What if something happens? Would she find it weird? Roberta has Mary, so she’s okay. Suddenly, she stumbles to her feet and rushes to the bathroom. Yeah, he’s gonna stay. After a while, he knocks and only hears her snoring. He wedges the door open and sees her on the tile floor. It takes some convincing but she moves away from the door enough to let him inside.

“Like it here.” Her face smushes into the cold tile.

“Your bed is better.” Frank lifts her off the ground and places her on the bed. She’s out. Still breathing, but completely out.

He leaves the bedroom and stretches his legs on her sofa. It’s actually very comfortable.

The sun hits her right in the eyes and her head won’t stop pulsating. What the fuck? She feels like shit. She doesn’t have any idea how she got home. It takes five tries to get out of the bed without falling to the ground. On shaky legs, she makes it to her living room and sees a blue flannel on her sofa. What the fuck? Her brow furrows at the realization that she isn’t alone. A sizzling sound from the kitchen echoes in her ears. It’s painful. Her hands cover her ears as she stumbles along and sees the man at her stove. A muscular back wrapped in a white t-shirt. Dark brown hair. Flipping eggs with her favorite green spatula.

“Hey.” He turns before adjusting the burner flame.

“Shh. Inside voice,” Samantha whines and struggles to connect the thoughts in her brain. “Why you here?”

“Somebody had to make sure you lived through the night. You practically drained Ferg’s tequila supply.”

“Who says chivalry is dead?” She carefully lowers herself into a chair at her kitchen table.

“Here.” Frank hands her a glass with clear fizzing liquid.

“Poison?” She deadpans.

“Alka-Seltzer.” There’s a tiny smirk on his lips.

She takes a few sips and sighs.

“Thanks.”

He sets a plate with a breakfast sandwich on it in front of her before taking a seat. Her stomach flips at the idea of food.

“It cooks!”

“It does. A little. Considering how organized this place is—it’s not hard.”

She shrugs her shoulders in defeat. She likes things the way she likes them.

She eyes the identical sandwich on his plate before looking at her own. There’s a fried egg with bacon in between two pieces of toast. It looks good but greasy. Very greasy.

“Best hangover cure I know. Drink more of the Alka-Seltzer and you should be able to eat.” He nods.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Samantha grumbles.

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” Frank chuckles.

“Sorry.” Samantha pouts making Frank laugh harder. Her head is killing her and her defenses are down which means she’s willing to admit how cute he is. And apparently, sweet.“Thank you. For all this.”

Frank just lifts his eyebrows before biting into his sandwich. She gives in and takes a cautionary bite. The fact that she doesn’t throw it up immediately is a good sign. They eat in silence.

“I can pay you for the sitter.”

“Hm?”

“They had to stay overnight, right?”

“No. Roberta, our neighbor, and landlord watches her Friday nights until noon.”

Samantha rolls her eyes.

“I need to keep things separate."

“You get to go out and fuck around while someone watches her for free?”

Frank cards his hand through his hair. The only acknowledgment he gives her is a brief lift of his brow. She looks down at her plate.

“I’m not separate.”

“What was that?”

“I know Mary. I’m not separate.”

He nods for her to continue. Her eyebrows knit together.

“But you…”

Samantha looks down at her plate.

“Okay.” She takes a deep breath. ”I’ll go out with you.”

His ocean blue eyes shine as the smile grows across his face.

“Yeah?”

Samantha nods.

“Yes,” he whispers as his fist struggles not to punch the air.

“Okay, now I’m reconsidering.” She giggles.

Samantha spots Mary sitting on the bench and checks her watch. Frank should be there soon. She wasn’t sure about this date. What had she agreed to? And how would Mary feel? Where was this going to go?

“I like your nail polish, Sammy,” Mary scooches over to make room.

Samantha looks down at her pastel-colored nails.

“Thanks, Mary.”

Mary’s small hand takes hers as she touches each of the individual colors. Yellow. Pink. Green. Blue. Purple.

“So, um, Frank asked me on a date and I said I’d go. What do you think?”

“You’re gonna try to sneak out on Saturday before I get home?”

Samantha closes her eyes. She knew Frank fucked around. She just didn’t know how much Mary saw. Apparently, it was enough. Mary flops Samantha’s hand at the wrist making her bracelet jiggle.

“No, no. Probably like go to dinner? Maybe a movie?” Samantha shrugs.

“Are you sure you wanna go to dinner with Frank?” Mary grimaces.

“I’m willing to try it.”

“He talks with food in his mouth, sometimes. Make sure he doesn’t do that. It’s gross.” Mary lets go of her hand.

“Thank you. I’ll keep an eye out for it.”

“It’s a lot more fun to see me and Roberta do karaoke. If he does something stupid, you can join us.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Samantha offers her pinky finger and they do a little shake.

“Oh no.” Frank saunters over in his dark shades and blue plaid. “What trouble’s happening here?”

“No trouble.” Samantha smiles.

“I told her she can hang out with me and Roberta cause it’s gonna be really boring to hang out with you.”

“Thanks for the support, Mary.”

“Just being honest.”

Samantha grins with a slight shrug at Frank.

“So, Sam, does Friday at 7 work?”

“Don’t call me Sam.”

“Why not?”

“We’re not there yet. Depends on how the date goes. Friday’s fine.”

“I’ll text you the address.”

“Cool. See ya later, Mary.”

Samantha walks across the wooden dock in her flats and blue sundress with white flowers. The boats in this marina cost as much as a house. She checked Google three times before giving the Uber driver the address of a marina. Why the hell were they here? She sees him at the end of the dock.

“This your murder hideout, Dexter?”

“Clever.”

“I’m here all night.”

He has on jeans and the most ridiculous mustard yellow Hawaiian shirt.

“That’s a shirt and a half.” Her eyebrows wiggle.

“It’s Jimmy Buffett meets Tommy Bahama.”

“Jimmy Bahama.”

“Jimmy Bahama,” he repeats with a laugh. “Well, you look beautiful.”

She’s about to make fun of him when she sees the look on his face. He’s completely serious. It makes the back of her neck heat up and the warmth spreads to her cheeks.

She follows him down the pier to where the even more expensive boats are stored.

“So, I’m currently working on this boat.” She was right. Mechanic.

“Okay…”

He steps onto the small yacht which bobs under his weight. He extends his hand to her.

“Which means I can come see it whenever I want.”

She takes his hand. It’s bigger than hers and strong as he pulls her aboard. She doesn’t take her hand back and lets him lead her along the boat she will never be able to afford.

“Do your clients know that you take their boats out to romance poor, unsuspecting women?”

“I don’t take many people here. Just Mary and one ex.”

“Ex-girlfriend? Ex-wife?”

“Ex-almost-girlfriend? Who was Mary’s teacher.”

“Oof.”

Frank chuckles and helps her up to the top deck finally letting go of her hand. There’s a table with LED candles, beers, and two takeout containers. She takes a seat on one of the chairs and he does the same.

“Do you have any ex-wives?” He jokes.

“No.” She reaches forward and grabs a beer. “Just an ex-husband.”

Frank doesn’t hide the surprise on his face. She has a Ph.D. and has been divorced? She had to be in her early thirties, but he became a dad at thirty, so who is he to judge? And for people who actually had their lives together, it wasn’t that strange.

“College sweethearts. We got married too young.”

“You still keep in touch with him?”

“He cheated on me with my maid of honor, so no.”

Frank leans forward and clinks his beer bottle against hers.

“Good thing you got out of that one.”

She laughs loudly making him smile. She has a great, genuine laugh. He reveals the Italian food he ordered. He took a bit of a gamble, but her eyes grew hearts when she saw the chicken pasta primavera.

“This is really nice.” She swirls the pasta around her fork. It’s not too humid out. The moon reflects brightly in the black water. She can hear all the crickets and critters talking back and forth to each other. She had thought he would want to go to a bar, so this is definitely a surprise. They talk about college and jobs then Frank brings up Mary’s mother, Diane. He sees the tears glisten in her soft brown eyes.

“She’d be really proud of you both. You’re really taking care of her baby.”

Frank doesn’t know what to say. Samantha blinks back the tears and squeezes his hand. He sighs and looks down at her long, slender fingers.

“So, now that you fix boats, do you daydream about Kant while you play with your socket wrenches?” She gives him a small smile.

A loud rumble of laughter erupts from his chest making her smile grow.

“Sometimes.”

“You know, you really surprised me.” She laces her fingers through his. “I really thought you just wanted to fuck me.”

“I did, honestly. I’m kinda used to women coming after me.”

“See! I knew it! You know you’re hot.”

“Some say fuckable.”

Samantha giggles.

“I said no and stood out.”

“You surprised me too.”

She looks up at the starry black sky.

“It sure is beautiful out here.”

Frank looks up and nods knowing it’s not the only thing. His eyes stay on her while she gazes at the stars. She’s special and he knows it.

He walks her up to her building when he takes her home. Their fingers are tangled together. Before he can ask how the date went, she presses a light kiss on his cheek.

“Does that mean I get a second date?”

“Maybe. You gonna work for it?” Her eyes light up as she tries to hold back a smile.

“I’ll even beg.” Frank laughs. He has a wonderful hearty laugh.

“Prove it.” Samantha arches an eyebrow.

“I’ll do anything.” Frank drops her hand and falls to his knees. It makes her giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Even kiss me?”

“Absolutely.”

Without another word, she cups his face in her hands and covers his mouth with hers. It’s sweet and chaste and doesn’t last long enough.

“Call me later.” She steps back.

Stunned, Frank looks up at her, still on his knees. She moves to her door and he can see the pink in her cheeks.

“You just look so pretty on your knees, Frank.” She squeals and disappears inside before he can say anything.

Frank lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes. He’s so screwed.

Samantha suggests their second date be at his place with Mary because it’s bull that Roberta has to watch her and doesn’t even get paid. Even though Roberta loved having Mary, she thought that answer was pretty great. Samantha parks her car and carries her supplies up to Frank’s tiny concrete porch. She knocks and Mary answers.

“Sammy!”

“Hey!”

Mary throws her arms around Samantha’s legs.

“Ahh, I’m gonna fall over.” Samantha laughs.

“Come in.” Mary jumps back to open the door.

Mary leads her through the apartment to the living room. There are Legos, lots of DVDs, and complicated textbooks strewn about the floor.

“Mary, I told you to clean up.” Frank rushes over to them in a grey t-shirt.

“It’s okay. We got this.” Samantha sets her tote bag down. “Then I can show you what I brought.”

Mary’s eyes light up as she eyes the mystery bag. Ignoring Frank’s protests, Samantha helps Mary put everything in its proper place. It doesn’t take long with the way Mary gets into it. Suddenly, she wants it done as soon as possible so they can have fun.

“Now, your reward.” Samantha smiles watching Mary dive into the bag. She pulls out the nail polish, remover, and cotton rounds. Her head snaps up.

“You’re gonna paint my nails?”

“Yep. I shouldn’t be the only one with cool nails.”

She keeps digging and pulls out a DVD with a young Chinese woman with a red dragon on it.

“Mulan?”

“Have you seen it?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so, but it’s classic. Trust me.”

Mary’s blue eyes squint as she thinks it over, but then she nods.

Frank orders pizza while Samantha paints Mary’s nails. He tries his best to ignore the tugging in his stomach. Seeing her blow on Mary’s tiny nails makes something swell in his chest. When the pizza arrives, they eat at the small kitchen table. Mary has her hand stretched out to admire her nails. Samantha raises her eyebrows at Frank who smirks.

Mary gets sucked into the heartwarming world of Fa Mulan.

“He’s a lot scarier than I remember,” Samantha mumbles to Frank as Shan-Yu gives orders to his men.

“Listen to Mulan!” Mary yells at the television.

As Mulan saves all of China, Mary moves next to Samantha on the couch and holds her hand. Samantha squeezes it. Frank sees a kind of recognition in their gaze. Something he doesn’t know, but it makes his stomach jump. Mary dozes off Samantha’s shoulder before Mulan reunites with her family. Frank smirks when he catches Samantha’s gaze. He nods his head towards where her bed lies in the living room. He’s been talking to Roberta about getting a different apartment so she can have her own room.

“Do you need me to go?” Samantha whispers, finger tapping her chest.

Frank shakes his head.

“Where do I—”

“There’s a TV in my room.”

Her blonde eyebrows shoot up to her hairline and Frank immediately waves his hands.

“I didn’t mean it like that—”

“It’s okay. Put her to bed, Frank. I’ll be outside.” Samantha watches as he lifts Mary off of her. They disappear down the hallway to the bathroom and she can hear grumbles about brushing her teeth. Samantha spies the small bed in the corner under the shelf. Fred, the orange, one-eyed feline displays himself in a regal stance on top of the comforter. She gets up and offers her hand. He sniffs her before letting her scratch his ear. He purrs softly making her smile before she slips outside.

The door closes softly and she turns her head to see Frank. She smiles.

“I didn’t mean anything. My room is the only one in the apartment with a door.”

“Sure. No, it’s fine. Really.” Samantha smirks. “I should get going.”

Her slender fingers brush the top of his hand. They move down his wrist, up his forearm, and settle at his bicep. Her touch starts a fire that spreads all the way to his chest. His blue eyes are darker now as he locks eyes with her. His large hand cups her face and she sucks in a breath.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

He gives her a bruising kiss that makes her stomach jump. The softness of his lips paired with the pressure of his fingers on her waist makes her gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He tastes good almost spicy and a little sweet. The pads of her fingers comb through his beard as she presses her chest against his. Her shoulder pushes into his door. One hand in her hair now tugging ever so slightly causing her to moan into his mouth. There’s a throbbing between her legs and god, she wants him to scratch that itch. It’s like he can read her mind when his rough, calloused thumb brushes the skin peeking out from the end of her shirt.

“But…” Samantha forces her brain to work. “We’re outside…”

Even though she wants to know how his hands feel all over her body, she doesn’t need public indecency on her record.

“Then come back inside.”

“If I go inside, I’m gonna fuck you.” Her breathing hitches as his beard scratches her neck.

“You don’t wanna fuck me?” His mouth is hot on her delicate skin.

“Mmm…” She struggles to keep her eyes open. “I do. But not with Mary home.”

She takes him by the shoulders, but he moves off of her.

“Thank you.”

“At least now I know you wanna fuck me.”

“Was that ever in doubt?”

Frank chuckles, tucking his chin into his broad chest.

“No, but I like hearing you say it.”

She playfully rolls her brown eyes.

“I’ll text you, yeah?”

She gives him a quick kiss before dashing off his porch. Frank sighs and watches her go.

The following week, at the university, Samantha sees Mary sitting on the bench. Her nails are chipped now, but the color is still there.

“Hi, Mary. Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, duh.”

Samantha sets her purse between them on the bench.

“Sorry I missed the end of Mulan.”

“It’s okay. We can watch it another time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, duh.”

Mary giggles. A thought crosses her mind and she gets quiet for a few minutes. Samantha almost asks what’s wrong when she speaks:

“Do you like Frank? Cause I think he likes you and it’s so weird.”

“I do like Frank. He’s not what I thought he’d be.”

“He’s grumpy but he’s okay.”

“Yeah, he’s okay.” Samantha nods as he walks over to them.

Unfortunately, their schedules are too busy to meet up for another date. When work hits a groove for Frank, he can’t really take a break except for Mary. Samatha understands that. Once his schedule becomes more open, hers ramps up for mid-term exams. They see each other on campus when he picks up Mary and of course, they text when they can.

Samantha is surprised to find out her workday is lighter than she thought, so she goes to the marina. She knows he’s working because he sent her a text bitching about some part she doesn’t remember the name of. She spies him on the boat, grumbling under his breath. His t-shirt leaves nothing to the imagination over his defined back. His tan skin glistens under the sun. She steps forward onto the dock as he turns his head. Before she can say anything, her sandals get caught and she stumbles forward into the water. With a loud splash, she disappears. Frank knows the water isn’t deep, but it doesn’t stop him from putting his tools down and leaning over the end of the boat. She surfaces and coughs. She feels Frank’s arms as he pulls her out of the water. She’s sopping wet. Her hair. Her dress. Everything.

“Surprise.” She blushes at how stupid that was.

“You okay?” Frank touches her shoulder.

“Very embarrassed.” Samantha covers her face with her hands.

“Nothing’s sprained or broken?”

“My pride?” She sighs.

Frank removes her hands and gives her a kiss. She shivers against him.

“We gotta get you some dry clothes.”

“Y-Yeah.” Her teeth chatter and she nods.

The sound of her shutting her front door echoed in his ears when he realizes how tight that dress clings to her curves. He watches as she undid the straps on her shoes and sets them down. He kicks off his own while his heart hammers in his chest. She smiles.

“All my dry clothes are in my bedroom.”

“I’ll help you find them.”

He practically chases her into the room and pulls her to him.

“Now your clothes are wet again.” She pouts and gives him a soft kiss.

In one swift motion, he lifts her dress over her head and tosses it into the bathroom. It splatters on the tile loudly and they laugh. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and she unbuckles his jeans. He captures her mouth in another kiss as he unhooks her bra with one hand.

“Fuck, look at you…” Her body is even better than he imagined.

She rolls her eyes playfully.

The last of their clothes find the floor and the back of his knees hit the edge of her bed. He sits up with his back against the pillows. She wastes no time getting on top of him. She runs her mouth down his neck and along his collarbone. He grips her hips as she kisses the dark hair on his chest. She licks his defined stomach making his hips stutter.

“C’mere.” He groans and she hovers her face over his.

Frank strokes her cheek with his thumb and kisses her. His tongue massages hers and she moans loudly. He cups her large breasts and her head falls back. She feels heat pool below her waist as his big, calloused hands move over her body. He’s everywhere. She bites her lip. He flips her onto her back with no warning knocking the breath out of her lungs.

“Tell me what you want,” he asks, mouth on her shoulder.

“Touch me.” She sighs.

His fingers trail past her stomach and she whines as he teases her. Her hips jerk up seeking more. Her hands find his hair when he slips those thick fingers inside her. He loves the way his name tumbles off her lips when he stretches her out.

“Fuck, Frank I wanted this so bad.”

“How bad, baby?” His teeth graze her hip bone.

“I was touching myself after our date wishing it was you.” She bites her lip feeling him drive in and out of her.

“Dirty girl.” He chuckles before latching his mouth onto her bundle of nerves.

She clutches her sheets as he relentlessly makes her come with his mouth and fingers.

Her chest tightens again and she cries out. She has to push his hand away because he doesn’t stop. He kisses her shoulder again as her breathing returned to normal. She looks up at him like she wants to devour him. She kisses him greedily, sucking on his tongue. She needed more. She breaks the kiss to get something out of her nightstand. A condom.

“Are you sure?” he asks staring deep into her eyes.

“Yes.” Samantha breathes heavily looking down. No wonder he was so arrogant. He has every right to be with that between his legs.

Frank takes it from her and puts it on, but he lets her take the lead watching when she straddles him. As Samantha sinks down onto him, she presses her forehead against his. They gasp at how good it feels. She’s so tight and warm. She feels so full. It’s delectable. She’s never felt like this.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

Samantha smiles at him. Her lips cover his in a gentle kiss. One hand stays on her hip and the other got tangles in her hair as he deepens the kiss. Her eyes stay closed until he kisses her cheek. She rocks her hips slowly, but it’s not enough for him. He snaps his hips up and she lets out a wanton noise. He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses on the valley between her breasts. He thrusts up into her again and her hands desperately grab his shoulders to steady herself. Her body is on fire.

“Oh, Frank,” her nails raked through his dark hair when he bites her chest.

Their rhythm was perfect. Hearts racing, sheets of sweat glistening on their backs, it’s all too much and not enough. From how he grips her waist and the way her hips speed up, this isn’t gonna last much longer. Her brown eyes found his blue ones and he places a soft kiss on her throat before sliding a hand between them. Her head tips back as he touches her perfectly. It’s exactly what she needed. She feels that wonderful familiar feeling on the pads of her feet and the base of her spine. She keeps moaning his name and it’s the best thing he’d ever heard. Her nails dig into his back as her body shakes. He rolls them over chasing his own release. She locks her ankles over the small of his back and elicits a growl from low in his throat as he bottoms out. His movements become more frantic and his hips began to stutter.

Yes!” She breathes.

“You feel so good, Sam.” He buries his face in the crook of her neck.

Her hands gripped onto his shoulders as he pounds in and out of her. He’s hitting that spot inside her that makes her scream.

“Harder.”

His thrusts are getting sloppier and she know he’s close. She starts to shake again and it sets him off. He isn’t making coherent words. He’s just grunting with every thrust as his body explodes with pleasure. His eyes jam shut as the sparks fly behind his eyes. He relaxes his grip and slumps forward, face in the pillows. Their heavy pants and sighs are the only sounds in the room.

“Wow.” Samantha couldn’t think.

“Fucking awesome.” Frank chuckles.

“Definitely.”

“When do we go get Mary?”

“We got an hour. So buckle up, baby.”

Just like that, Samantha becomes a part of their lives and they become a part of hers. She and Mary play around on her piano or her guitar. Mary loves both. Frank thinks it’s nice, but can’t help it when all of Samantha’s attention is on his niece. He’s there too. No surprise, he’s not the most romantic guy around. She starts to wonder if that first date was a fluke. He usually wants to go to a bar or restaurant, have a few drinks, and head back to his bedroom for some amazing sex. Sometimes, they visit one of the nicer boats he’s working on, but not often. The only time she can get him excited about going somewhere is if it’ll make Mary smile like the zoo or an aquarium. They get to pet snakes and Frank’s stunned at how fearlessly Samantha handles them.

Due to how her marriage ended, Samantha admits she’s a jealous person, so when she sees someone beautiful talking him up at Ferg’s, she turns a little green. He wants her to trust him. He’s not going to cheat on her, but he’s a flirt and that’s hard to turn off. Frank is smart, but his favorite answer is a grunt instead of using his words. He’s more willing to tell her what he likes in bed than how he really feels about her. It’s fine for the first three months when she’s closed off too, but as they approach six months, it stings. She knows he has a hard time trusting people but hasn’t she proven herself? She’s even stopped smoking.

She has a bad habit of holding onto her resentments instead of talking about them, so it usually comes out in a big fight where Frank shows up with flowers at her home or office. They make sure not to fight around Mary because they don’t want to upset her and because sometimes, she’ll jump him mid-argument. She’ll call him an asshole as he bends her over her dresser. Instead of being put off by her years of casual sex, Frank is impressed. She knows what she likes and what she’s doing. And she knows what her touch does to him. It works wonders when he finds out about a kid bullying Mary and she comes up behind him, wrapping her slender fingers around his waist, and kisses the back of his neck. He’s an angry Boston boy and more than once she’s let him fuck his frustration out.

Samantha sees a black Mercedes Benz pull up and Mary practically jumps out of the car.

“Sammy! Sammy!!” She hugs her waist and nearly knocks Samantha off her feet. “We went to lunch and Evelyn has been to so many math conferences. All-day long. She just talks about my mom’s work. Isn’t that cool?”

“That is so cool!” Samantha grins and pulls Mary in for a tighter hug. It was only a two-day trip to Boston, but she missed her all the same.

“I gotta go the bathroom and see Fred!” Mary bounces back from their embrace.

“I think he missed you. My cheer didn’t get approved.” Samantha shrugs.

“You made a Fred cheer?” Mary’s eyes light up.

“I tried, but Research and Development didn’t like it.” Samantha scrunches her nose.

“I’ll talk to them after you show it to me.” Mary shakes her head and goes inside.

A tall woman with red hair and a blue cardigan draped over her shoulders eyes Samantha cautiously. She’s exactly how Frank described her like a museum piece—exquisite but cold. Samantha steps off the small concrete porch and walks over in her wedge sandals. Evelyn takes a step forward, but her thin heel gets stuck in the grass.

“Yeah. Just rained. Not great for pumps and small heels. You must be Evelyn.” Samantha extends a hand. Evelyn accepts it gently as Samantha shakes only two of her fingers.

“And you must be Samantha. Frank’s girlfriend.” Evelyn’s deep sapphire eyes sparkle. They’re darker than Frank’s or Mary’s. What was with this family and looks?

“Mhmm.”

“You met at the university?”

“I’m an assistant professor there.”

“STEM?”

“English Literature.”

Evelyn hums her disapproval.

“Well, we do need humanities, I suppose.”

Samantha just tilts her head. Disappointment flickers across Evelyn’s face that her jab didn’t land.

“Where’s Frank?” She pretends to look around for him.

“Grocery store. We’ve spent the past two days living off beer, cigarettes, and sex,” Samantha deadpans.

“I see you and my son share the same sense of humor.” Evelyn purses her lips.

“Among other things. We both think Mary’s pretty awesome.” Samantha shrugs.

Evelyn takes a deep breath before stepping forward once more.

“Look, I can see you’re fairly astute or at least you read as such for a pretty face.”

“Mary’s probably going come out here in five minutes, so cut the bullshit and say what you wanna say.” Samantha doesn’t flinch, but neither does Evelyn.

“The women in this family continue to make advancements in mathematics even after death. Mary’s only 7 and she’s at university.”

“It’s an impressive gene pool.”

“My son tends to rotate through his conquests without involving Mary. I hope you understand the kind of person she should have as a role model. She’s fond of you. I pray that’s not misplaced.”

Samantha presses her lips together and looks down at her shoes. Before Evelyn can gloat, she looks up with a smile on her face.

“Listen, Evelyn, I know I’m not a mathematician, but I do have a doctorate. Frank and Mary don’t care about that. He knows I love that little girl. He allows you to visit because Mary loves you. I’d focus on that.”

“Or what? You’ll make it difficult for me to see my granddaughter?”

Samantha lets out a heavy sigh and shakes her head. This is an exhausting conversation.

“No. That little girl is special and not just cause she’s a genius. She’s the important part of all this. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Before Evelyn can answer, Frank’s blue truck pulls up and parks next to the Benz. He shuts off the engine and gets out with two paper bags in his hands. He has his black sunglasses on.

“I see you’ve met.”

Mary comes running out of the house and Samantha takes the bags before she knocks them out of his hands. They hug and she sees Frank’s broad shoulders relax. She can’t help but smile. Mary pulls back.

“Hey, kiddo, can you take this inside?” Samantha hands off the lightest bag.

Mary takes it from her and stops running before she’s told off. Samantha grabs the other paper bag. She gives one last glance over her shoulder before going in with the groceries.

When Frank comes back in fifteen minutes later, he’s fuming. He lets the front door slam shut. Mary looks up with her big worried eyes. Samantha nods that it’ll be okay. She gets Mary to help with cooking dinner (she allows her to put the green beans on the baking sheet with the other vegetables). They eat the roast chicken while Mary goes on about her trip and have the peach cobbler Samantha made that morning for dessert. The door slamming incident is forgotten. Mary watches the Scooby-Doo DVD Samantha got her for her birthday after she brushes her teeth. It’s classic Scooby-Doo Where Are You?! They watch two episodes before Mary falls asleep on Samantha’s lap. Samantha puts her to bed before joining Frank’s sulking frame on the couch.

“How was catch up with Mommy Dearest?” Her fingertips trail his beard from his jaw to his neck.

“It’s not enough that she got what she wanted. She’s always gotta find something to disapprove of.”

“Lemme guess, it’s me?”

“I’m a goddamn adult. She has no right to say who I bring into Mary’s life and—”

Samantha brings a finger to his lips. He’s raising his voice.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

She dashes off, in those wedges no less. She returns with Roberta.

“Heard you can’t use your inside voice, huh?”

“He’s not a lost cause yet,” Samantha smirks.

“I don’t know where she gets the patience.” Roberta raises her eyebrows.

“We won’t be long. I just gotta take him somewhere he can yell.” Samantha pats him on the shoulder.

“Not a problem.” Roberta nods.

“Oh, I made peach cobbler if you want some. It’s in the fridge.”

“She’s too good for you, Frank.”

Samantha hops into the driver’s side of the truck, waiting. He hands over the keys and gets in the passenger’s side. She stops at a very empty park. The moonlight peeks through the trees through the windshield.

“Evelyn didn’t like you.”

“Uh-huh. The feeling was mutual.”

“She said you were mouthy and not the kind of woman that should be around Mary. Like you were a stripper—”

“Don’t slut-shame.”

“Sorry.”

Samantha unbuckles her seatbelt to slide over next to him. She puts her hand on his chest and looks into his eyes.

“Baby, your mom is the Queen of Bitch City.”

A low rumble vibrates through him as he laughs. He’s never heard it put so perfectly.

“I hate that she can get to me like this.”

Frank stops talking because Samantha’s delicate fingers are trailing down his grimy white shirt. She really needs to have him do his laundry in her building. The washing machines are better. She gives him a soft kiss as her hands unbuckle his belt and shove his boxers down to his knees.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Can’t have you bitching all night. Gotta calm you down,” she says before taking him in her mouth to sluice him up. He lets out a choked gasp. She nibbles the shell of his ear while her hand pumps him into a stiff peak.

“F-Fuck, baby.” His eyes are closed.

The noises are wet and filthy once her mouth envelopes him again. His large hand spreads out through her hair. Her tongue is unreal. He grunts and bucks up into her mouth. She coughs and looks up at him with those brown eyes, annoyed. He grimaces.

“Sorry. You feel so good.” His hand cups her jaw and pulls her onto his mouth. He can taste himself as his tongue licks over her lips. She sucks on his tongue and her hand grips him again. He gasps and lets go of her.

Her head moves back to his lap and the hand not in her hair moves down her shirt to squeeze her breast. She moans and he nearly passes out from the sensation. His chest heaves up and down and he knows he’s gonna come soon.

“Sam, s-stop.” He stares at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

“What?” She just stares at him.

“C’mere.” He tugs her into his lap and she giggles. “Gotta have you.”

She pulls down her underwear and rucks her skirt up.

“Can I touch you, baby?” He kisses her neck.

“Fuck, yes. Please.” She rests her cheek on his broad shoulder.

His fingers find her glistening when they dip inside her. She lets out the most delicious whine of his name.

“Sucking me off got you all hot and bothered?” He teases before kissing her.

“Uh-huh.” She hisses feeling his fingers stretch her. She can feel his laughter vibrate against her chest. He knows exactly how to touch her. “Frank, I need you.” The way her soft voice begs him he can’t deny her. Not when he needs her just as badly. The sexiest woman alive wants him. He thrusts into her and her nails dig into his shoulders. Her muscles clench around him and his mouth goes slack. She rocks back and forth while his giant hands grip her slim hips. His naughty angel rides him in the cab of his truck and he never wants her to stop.

“I’m so close.” A small whimper escapes her lips. “Frank, harder, please.”

A long moan and the sharp snap of his hips are exactly what she wants. She’s praising him over and over begging him for more.

“Frank, Frank, yes, yes, Frank, yes.”

His truck is filled with the harsh slaps of skin paired with their gasps and moans. It’s filthy and perfect. Her breasts bounce through the thin fabric of her top when she grinds faster. He can’t even remember feeling angry. All he knows is her. Their eyes lock for a moment and a small smile spreads across her face. Frank kisses her gently despite the relentless pace. His thumb finds that sensitive flesh rubbing it until she yells his name. He follows soon after stroking her blonde hair. She sighs struggling to catch her breath. He kisses the underside of her jaw.

“You’re amazing, sweetheart.” He smiles.

“I know.” She chuckles.

“Shit, the seats,” Frank says once she gets back behind the steering wheel. It’s one of the reasons why he hasn’t fucked her in the truck before. He’s learned from experience and a judgmental look from Roberta. He went beet red from his ears to his neck and drove off. Roberta watched Mary no questions asked.

“Don’t worry.” Samantha pulls out of the parking lot.

To his surprise, she finds a gas station with vacuums, brushes, and shampoo and lets him clean the seats while she gets some ice cream for Roberta.

Things are busy again, but they are better at keeping in touch now. She has papers due, so she spends all of her time outside of class doing office hours. She doesn’t think much of it when her period doesn’t come because of how stressful things are. It’s happened to her before. But then another week passes and nothing. Was she pregnant? Should she take a test?

They had gotten so caught up that they didn’t even think about protection. How could she be so stupid? She’s just paralyzed with fear and can’t answer Frank when he tries to get in touch with her. She buys a pregnancy test at the store, but can’t bring herself to use it. She just sat there—a body filling a room. What would Frank want to do? Would they keep it? Would they get married? Would he just abandon her? Frank leaves worried voicemails. She doesn’t know what to tell him. On the third day, she dials his number and he picks up immediately.

“Sam, what’s going on, baby?” He sounds distraught.

She bursts into tears.

“You’re scaring me.”

“I’m late.” She sobs.

The line goes quiet and she cries harder.

“Did you take a test?”

“What are we gonna do? You already have Mary and I’m—"

“Sam, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Did you take the test?”

“No.” She wipes her eyes. ” I’m so scared.”

“Okay. I’m coming over.”

Frank arrives thirty minutes later and wraps her up in a hug.

“I was so stupid—”

“Shh, shh, Sam, we’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

“But I—”

“C’mon, let’s take the test. I got a few more.” Frank leads her to the bathroom.

Time ticks by torturously slow as they wait sitting on her bed. Frank looks at her. She keeps clenching her fists.

“I love you. No matter what that test says.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“It’s true.”

“Frank, I’m not—this isn’t—I don’t wanna be an obligation. Not to you.”

Samantha goes into the bathroom to check, but can’t look at them. Frank squeezes her shoulders and looks.

“They’re negative.”

“What?”

“They’re negative. You’re not pregnant!”

Samantha throws her arms around him. He let out a slow breath and looks at her.

“I’ve never said this to anyone which is why… I shoulda told you, but I’m a fucking idiot. I love you. Today. Yesterday. Day before that. I’m sorry. I don’t know how to do this. But I know I love you.”

Samantha lets the tears fall. She nods. She’s scared too. It’s hard to let him in after what happened with James, her ex. But he’s not James.

“I love you too.” She laughs as the tears fall down her face.

Frank takes her face in his hands, brushing her cheek with his thumb. Their lips meet.

Samantha goes to her doctor later that week and finds out she’s anemic. Frank waits by the car and she gives him a double thumbs up. He flashes her a smile as she walks over.

“You really love me?” The wind blows her blonde hair across her face.

“Yeah, of course, I do. You love me?” He tucks her hair behind her ear.

“So much.” She sighs.

“It’s not gonna be easy, but I’m not going anywhere.”

“I believe you.” Samantha moves her arms around his waist and he pulls her into his chest.

The holiday season seems different this year. Frank and Mary always did something, but coming from Boston it always felt strange to be somewhere that didn’t snow. He always put up a plastic snowman and their fake tree and called it a day. Samantha’s from Southern California, so she’s never really had snow on Christmas, but she’s much more into the season. He doesn’t see her for two weeks due to grading exams, but after that, he gets used to seeing her car waiting when he gets home. Mary gets tired of seeing her on the porch, so she badgers him into making her a copy of their keys. That’s how he comes home on Christmas Eve to find they’ve decorated everything for Christmas including Samantha herself. Gold tinsel sits on top of her yellow hair while a garland is wrapped around her neck like a scarf. She puts her hands up in defeat when Mary plugs in the lights. Frank can’t help but bowl over with laughter. Mary tells him it’s part of the Christmas play that she and Fred wrote. She has one final touch and disappears. Frank leans down and kisses Samantha on the lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Mary comes back with a script and performs the play about a lonely Christmas tree saving Christmas. They have dinner and watch Home Alone. Samantha helps Mary get ready for bed while Frank puts their gifts under the fake tree. He becomes a little suspicious when he hears them whispering in the hallway.

“Is the ring under there?” Samantha giggles.

“Mary! You told?” Frank sighs.

“No, I swear. It’s not my fault she’s smart.” Mary puts her hands up.

“And that you’re stupid.” Samantha raises her eyebrows causing Frank’s brow to furrow. “I found the box in your sock drawer when I did your laundry.”

Frank groans and closes his eyes. He should’ve found a better hiding place.

“My answer is yes, by the way.”

His eyes snap open. He rushes over to her and lifts her off the ground. He’s about to kiss her when he pauses.

“Shit, I wanted to ask you.”

“Then let’s do it. This never happened. I wanna see.” Samantha smiles down at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“God, I love you, Sam.” Frank crashes his mouth onto hers.

“I love you too.” She giggles. “Now, put me down.”

He does as he’s told and goes back to the main room. Samantha follows with Mary and they sit on the couch. He places a bag covered in blue snowflakes on her lap. She smiles, blinking back the tears stinging in her honey brown eyes.

“It’s not Christmas yet.”

“I can’t wait. Open it.”

She pulls out a red velvet ring box and raises her eyebrows.

“Frank…” She sighs as she pops it open. When she found it before, she didn’t have the guts to actually open it, but she was 98% sure it was a ring. It’s a gorgeous, modest round diamond ring. She wonders how long he had to save for this. She honestly would’ve accepted a crackerjack ring. She loves him so much and she loves Mary. She hadn’t expected them to change her life when she saw Mary on the bench, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Oh, Frank, it’s lovely. It’s too much.”

“No, it’s not enough.” He takes the box from her hands and gets down on his knee. “Samantha Harris, I don’t really do speeches, but you make my life better. You make Mary’s life better—“

“Yeah, you’re the best,” Mary adds. “Ask her already.”

Samantha chuckles at the interruption. He knows some people take proposals so seriously and would’ve snapped at Mary, but she doesn’t. And that’s why she’s the one. She would never ask Frank to choose. She always wants Mary to be first. She just completes them.

“You make Mary’s life better. You make my life better. There’s no one else. I love you. Please, marry me.” Frank swallows hard as his vision blurs. She slides off the couch and crawls over to him.

“Yes, I will marry you.” Samantha cups his face in her hands before kissing him. Her heart soars at how softly he kisses her back. He sighs and pulls her to her feet. He places the ring on her finger before kissing her again. Frank breaks their kiss at the sound of Mary’s voice. This is the most PDA they’ve ever done in front of her, so she’s probably annoyed. His arm stays secure around Samantha’s waist as they look at Mary.

“Fred thinks we should move to Sammy’s.”

“Oh, he does?”

“Yeah, it’s bigger with a piano.”

Samantha throws her head back against Frank’s shoulder as she laughs.

“I was thinking a house,” Frank smirks.

“And we’ll bring my piano.” Samantha smiles at Mary.

“Yay!” She hugs Samantha’s legs.

Samantha giggles at the fact that Mary is more excited about the piano. Frank gives her a wink. This is more than enough.

#gifted #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x oc #fan fic

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whenmondaycomes · 1 year

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Full Name: Ramona Francine Chambers

Aliases: Mona

Babe (by Frank)

Date Of Birth: December 1, 1994

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Affiliations: TBD

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Partner: Frank Adler (Soulmate/Boyfriend)

Troy Russo (Ex Boyfriend)

Occupation: Bartender

Family: Oswald Chambers (Father)

Sierra Chambers (Mother)

Eva Chambers (Younger Sister)

Lincoln Chambers - Griffiths (Nephew)

Evelyn Adler (Mother in Law)

Diane (Sister in Law)

Mary Adler (Niece)

Friends: Frank Adler (Best Friend/Love of Life)

Mary Adler (Best Friend/Niece)

Roberta Taylor (Best Friend)

Eva Chambers (Best Friend/Younger Sister)

Lincoln Chambers - Griffiths (Nephew)

Enemies: Evelyn Adler

Finn Griffiths (Eva's Ex & Lincoln's Father)

Citizenship: 🇺🇸 America

Status: Alive

#frank adler x ofc #gifted #about them

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po03sficrecs · 1 year

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Authors I 10/10 recommend

A.N.: This list will be updated from time to time as I discover new writers on this app, also, if there are favourites of yours that aren’t here let me now, I’ll check them out ! Also some of these might be 18+ only so please respect each author’s rules/guidelines.

Chris Evans

@time-for-a-lullaby

@k-evans-reads

@secretswiftymarvelfan

@onsunnyside

@theycallmebecca

@milkathedudz

@andydrysdalerogers

Chris Evans’ Characters

@secretswiftymarvelfan

@imaginedreamwrite

@drabblewithfrannybarnes

@spectre-posts

@onsunnyside

@theycallmebecca

@andydrysdalerogers

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rascal-xo · 11 months

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Special Affairs Pt. 2 | 141 x Frank Woods x Reader |

Chapter Summary: In light of working with the 141 again, you begin to get your affairs in order.

Warnings: Minor SMUT, language, smoking, no mention of readers pronouns

Word Count: 1.3K

Tags: @ladyelissarose @lonely-ofc @whore4dilfs

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoyed Pt.1! I’m excited to see where this very mini series goes 🩷

|NOT CANONICALLY ACCURATE| |OVERLAPPING OF TIMELINES|

3 Years Earlier...

You were almost never home nowadays due to always being away on an assignment, so when you walked through the door of your small Langley apartment it almost seemed foreign.

You didn’t waste any time getting into the shower. The water fell like rain against your sore muscles and you sighed in relief, letting the stress of the past few months wash away.

You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy the sensation for a few moments before turning off the water and wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel. You slipped on a pair of boxer shorts and a t shirt not bothering to dry your hair and lit a cigarette, before walking into the kitchen to crack open the window.

The mail had piled up in the months you were away and you were unbothered to check it.

As you leaned against the kitchen counter, exhaling a plume of smoke through the open window, the sound of a knock at the door disrupted the quiet solitude. Your first instinct was to ignore it, assuming it was probably the landlord coming to nag you about your absence.

Taking a final drag from your cigarette, you stubbed it out in the ashtray and made your way towards the door. As you opened it, your eyes slightly widened, and the half-formed greeting on your lips faded away. “I thought we weren’t doing this anymore, Woods.”

“I changed my mind.” Frank pushed on the door slightly and let himself in.

You met Frank the same day you met the rest of Adler’s team, when you were recruited. Frank showed you the ropes when Adler was elsewhere and over time you had developed a bond with the Sergeant.

He was older, and far more seasoned of a soldier than you with his years of experience. A few months prior you and Frank hooked up after a mission and since it was on and off between the two of you.

“Fuck, Frank. I just got back.” You sighed, now regretting putting out the cigarette. With Frank came a lot of baggage and emotions that always seemed to work against the two of you.

Regardless of the outcome that came everytime you and the sergeant, you found yourself gravitating towards him anyways. His crystalline blue eyes looking down at you and his hair a mess from the winds blowing outside.

“What, you want me to leave?” He raised an eyebrow, taking your silence as a no. He shrugged off his signature blue flannel jacket and tossed it onto a nearby counter stool.

“I cant fucking stand you sometimes.” You said, looking back up at him to meet his piercing eyes.

“I know.” He muttered, pulling your body into his suddenly as your lips met half way in a familiar kiss.

The heat between the two of you was instant, fueled by a mix of frustration, desire, and a shared history. You melted into the kiss, your arms instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders as his hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer.

In one swift and fluid movement, Frank scooped you up effortlessly, his arms supporting your weight against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing you even closer to him, eliminating any space between your bodies.

You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the way his muscles rippled under his skin. It was a physical reminder of the danger and excitement that came with being with him, a thrill that was impossible to resist.

By the time you two had made it to your bedroom you had lost track of where your body ended and his began. You laid in his arms after what seemed like hours, tangled in the soft sheets as he smoked from the cigarette between his fingers.

Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his bare chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. You turned your head to look at him, his face was serious, as the wheels turned in his head.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke before meeting your gaze. You took it from his fingers and stretched your neck up to leave a lingering peck on his lips.

“You cant keep coming back.” You mumble against his lips, not meaning a single word.

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3 Years Later

The tension between you and the captain seemed to thicken, the air charged with unspoken words.

You both knew that you working with the 141 again was a possibility, but the question of whether or not Shepard would come after you lingered in the air. “You’d go after Shepard?” Price raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve done worse for less. Besides he doesn’t like us CIA folks anyway.” You rolled the glass in your hands again, watching the liquid swirl.

“There’s a place for you here if you want it, but I know it’s soon. You should think about it, Y/N.” He spoke, leaning an elbow on the bar.

You felt the scotch begin to get to your head, the feeling of tipsiness starting to edge you on.

The scotch's warmth spread through your veins, making you feel a little bolder, a little more open to taking risks. Price's words echoed in your mind, his offer hanging in the air.

You turned to face him a little closer, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "You know, Captain, I've always been one to embrace the unexpected. And the thought of going after Shepard? Well, it's certainly intriguing."

Price raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "Careful, darling. You might find yourself tangled in more than you bargained for."

A smirk played on your own lips. "I'm well aware, Captain. But sometimes the thrill lies in the danger itself."

“Is that so?”

As the night grew darker and the bar's atmosphere became increasingly crowded, you and Captain Price found yourselves yearning for a moment of solitude. The noise and distractions seemed to fade away as you both made your way out of the bustling establishment.

Stepping into the cool night air, you found yourselves in a dimly lit alleyway, the sounds of the city muffled in the distance. The tension that had been simmering between you all evening now crackled in the air, almost palpable.

Price turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours, and a subtle shift occurred between you. The unspoken attraction and connection that had been building now demanded acknowledgment. It was as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted, leaving only the two of you in that narrow alley.

Without hesitation, Price reached out and gently cupped your face, his touch sending a thrill through your body. In that vulnerable moment, the boundaries that had separated you as captain and agent, blurred and gave way to something more.

But as quickly as the kiss had ignited, it ended, leaving you both breathless and craving more. Price pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, a mixture of emotions flickering within them.

You’re stay in London had began to look longer than you had expected…

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What do y’all think?? Should I keep going and do a Pt.3? Lmk🩷🩷

gifs - @collinnmckinley

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andydrysdalerogers · 11 months

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Sliding Into Home - A Frank Adler AU

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

AN: This is my new series I'm starting next week! I hope you all will like this one. Tagging my usual tag list but please let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

Taglist: @patzammit @firephotogrl74 @texmexdarling @slutforchrisjamalevans @jennmurawski13-writes @tinkerbelle67 @before-we-get-started @bunnyforhim

Master List and Preview below:

Frank was looking at a Los Angeles icon, Dodger Stadium. It was his new home, his new team and hopefully his new life. He asked a security guard where to go and was met at the door by an assistant. She was a shameless flirt, commenting on Frank’s forearms and his tattoos, cooing about how good of a player he is. There was zero chance of Frank being interested. His Friday Night adventures were reserved for road trips only. His one-night stands worked out just fine, in his opinion.

As he was guided into the conference room, Frank was met with the president of operations, Nick Stanton. “Mr. Stanton.”

“Frank! Good to see you again.” He shakes hands with Frank. “We’re waiting for everyone so can I offer you a drink?” He gestures to Frank to sit at the table.

“Just a cola, thanks.” Frank took the seat next to the head of the table.

“How was the move?”

“Smoother than I thought it would be. Mary, my niece, threw a couple of tantrums but between me and my nanny, we managed to get her here.”

“Nanny?”

“Oh yeah, Scott, he’s great. He was willing to move with us, which is great since Mary seems to only listen to him.” Frank chuckles. “Who would listen to your uncle/pseudo father?”

“I remember that story,” Nick replies. “You are brave to take on a baby right after bring drafted.”

Frank shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal. You would do anything for family, especially Mary.”

More voices float towards the conference room and Frank stands as he sees his agent and lawyer walk in and shake his hand. Then the general manager for the Dodgers comes in, making small talk with Frank.

“Ok, I think we are just missing the team doctor and our legal team,” Nick tells everyone. “Its not Natasha, she’s busy with another client. She’s sending in their new associate.”

Frank just nods as the GM goes over the training schedule and when he would meet the team. The conference room door opens and Frank turns to see and his stomach drops. He feels himself become clammy and pale. Because this shouldn’t be happening.

Fuck.

He looks at the brunette that walked in.

she’s definitely not supposed to be here.

What the FUCK!

Abby Hernandez, his ex-girlfriend, love of his life, walked into the room.

It Doesn't Stay In Vegas

The Future is West

Are You Sure We Aren’t Going Crazy

You Were Enough; You Are Everything

Fastballs and Fiancés

You Left Me

Take Your Niece to Work Day

Don't You Know How to Spell Assume?

Wanna Feel Safe Again

Maybe I should Have Ducked?

When It All Falls Apart

WTF Just Happened!

D N A: Diane Nicole Adler

Not Just a Pretty Face

It's A Ruff Life

Status: All Star

Since When is Ice Cream Evil

On the Hunt for Mike Weiss

The Next Adventure

A Bump in the Road

Unexpected Surprises

For Reasons Unknown...

Evidence, Emotions, Whatever

Trial By Fire

The One With the World Series

Oh Captain! My Captain!

Finale

#andy's hea #andy's shenanigans #chris evans fanfiction #frank adler #frank adler au #mlb au #dodger au #ofc abigail hernandez #sliding into home #chris evans #mike weiss #johnny storm #baseball au #frank adler smut #slow burn #chris evans au

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joelslegalwhrereads · 2 years

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Little piece of bliss

Follow this link to the new version ❤️

pairing: frank adler x ofc

summary: where Lillie finds her happiness in Frank and Mary

a/n: (I wrote this about two or even three years ago… so i’m sorry if this meh but tbh i don’t want to change anything either, maybe i’ll do a new version some day) After watching „Gifted" I got the idea to write this „short story“, I didn't take into account any temporal things like Mary's age.

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#frank adler #frank adler x ofc #mary adler #gifted #chris evans #chris evans x ofc #chris evans one shot #frank adler imagine #frank adler fluff #frank adler fic #mywork

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Weeks 141 & 142

Welcome to Week 141 & 142

It’s been a busy two weeks. Over 50 fics for you all to enjoy.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Made for Me - Part 5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Sundaze - (Andy x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Secrets Chp 6 - (Steve x OC) - @nekoannie-chan

Choreography - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Rude attitude (4) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Aurora - Part 4 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Dynamite Ball Skills - (Jake x Reader) - @writercole

Best Friends Forever - Chp 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow

Collared part 7 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Highways & Heatstrokes - Part 2 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

The best birthday - (Steve x Reader x Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Bad Moon Rising - (Ari x Reader, Lloyd) - @biteofcherry

Mafia Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Down Again - (Ari x Reader) - @navybrat817

His Inheritance - Part 13 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Lightning in a Bottle - Part 2 - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 2 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

What Dreams Are Made Of - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Riding On - Chp 32 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Saved - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @kellyn1604

Biker Ari - @angrythingstarlight

Wicked Little Games - (Steve x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

Secrets chapter 7 - (Steve x OC, Brock x OC) - @nekoannie-chan

Bandaged with Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Secret Sierra - Chp 4 - @lloydsbitch

Trapped - (Tony x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Tactical - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Peepshow - (Ari x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Temples To Build - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Highways & Heatstrokes - Part 3 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

A Hairy Tail - (Steve x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Fever - (Tom H) - @animnerd

A New Widow? (Nat/Bucky) - @/animnerd

Jerk next door (4) - (Andy x Reader) @holylulusworld

Different escape plan - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Never-ending nightmare - (Ransom x Reader, Ari) - @late-to-the-party-81

Left for Revenge - (4) - (Andy x OC) - @hollybee8917

Left for Revenge - (5) - (Andy x OC) - @/hollybee8917

The Dalliance - (Loki x Reader) - @literatureatthebowofnails

Give Me One More - (Ari x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

Aurora - Part 5 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

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roamwithahungryheart · 3 years

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Sorry for making you wait! This one's just pure fluff, it's the least I can do after the angst of the last few chapters...

Read the previous chapter HERE. Read the full story on AO3.

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE NEW NORMAL

“Mary, I don’t think you’re allowed to bring animals in here.”

“People bring service dogs in here all the time.” Mary held Fred a little tighter.

“Fred’s not a therapy animal.”

“Yes he is, he makes me happy when I’m sad.”

It was hard for Frank to argue with that. He rolled his eyes. “Fine, but if we get kicked out-“

“We won’t.” Mary raised her chin confidently.

Weekends were always busy at the library. The large sandstone building sat in the center of a recreational area downtown, in a very tight-knit community. This was the thing Lucy loved the most. She was passionate about books, but she loved people just a little bit more. She had always been that way – the chatty child at the grocery store, the friend who listened to every problem, regardless of whether she had a solution.

Frank and Mary walked up the steps, past the thick pillars framing the double doors, into the musty lobby. The interior was far more modern, bright white with underlighting and wrought iron balconies. It reminded Frank of Diane’s university library. Mary was in awe at the sheer expanse of the place. She was Alice, and this was her Wonderland.

Lucy was sat at the front desk. Wispy tendrils of hair fluttered against her cheeks in the cool breeze blowing from the fan on her desk. She was scribbling away in a logbook, oblivious to the wriggling ball of fluff being shoved in front of her.

“Lucy! Lucy, look! It’s Fred.” Mary bounced on the spot, causing Fred to mewl in irritation.

Lucy immediately dropped her pen. “You found him? That’s great! Hi Fred.” She tickled the tuft of fur beneath his chin. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Mary waved one of his paws and placed it in Lucy’s palm. Lucy shook it politely.

“He likes you.”

“I like him too.” Lucy smiled, eyes darting to Frank, who was rolling his eyes. “Where did this little scamp get to?”

“The boatyard, which is ironic considering he hates water.”

“Cats are funny like that. I’m more of a dog person myself-“ Lucy cringed “sorry Fred. But I’ll make an exception for you, since you’re so damn cute.”

“I feel like there’s a story behind that.” Frank chuckled.

“Yeah. I’ll tell you another time. Long story. Sorry, just gotta finish this log.” Lucy picked up her pen again.

“Can I help?” Mary plopped Fred onto the floor and stretched up on her tiptoes, gripping the edge of the desk.

“Mary, I think Lucy’s busy enough without you asking a thousand questions.” Frank looked down at her sternly. “And somebody’s gotta keep an eye on Fred.” He raised his eyebrows, nodding to the empty space where Fred should have been.

Lucy bent down behind the desk as something soft brushed against her ankles. “Looks like I do have a new friend after all.” She picked him up and for once, he didn’t hiss at a stranger’s grip. “Congratulations, Fred.” She held him at eye level. “You’re officially my favorite cat.”

“So, can we come help?” Mary hopped on the spot.

“Hey,” Frank gave her a gentle nudge “manners.”

“It’s okay,” Lucy walked around the desk with Fred still in her arms “come on, I’ll show you around. You too, Frank.”

As they wandered through the winding maze of bookshelves, Mary dragged a hand across the spines on each shelf, reveling in the sensation of real, tangible books. She had been given far too many digital ones lately, and Evelyn always seemed to bring books she’d already read to the point of being able to recite them verbatim. Every so often, Mary would lag behind, turning covers over and flicking through a few pages, absorbing the information in a matter of seconds without Frank and Lucy noticing. They reached a long staircase, at which point Lucy turned to Mary.

“That’s where we keep the really good stuff.” She grinned.

Mary’s eyes lit up. Fred yawned.

“He really does like you.” Frank’s eyes widened. “Hope you’re okay with lugging this lump around all day.”

“Eh,” Lucy shrugged “he’s not so bad.”

The top floor of the library was reserved for archive items. Historical manuscripts, eighteenth century poetry and translated works were kept behind thick glass under dull light. It was much cooler here, which came as a relief after the morning heatwave. Mary was immediately drawn to a faded illustration of a tiger. Peering through the glass, she glanced back at Fred. Frank caught her eye.

“What are we looking at, short-stuff?” Frank laid a hand on her shoulder.

“This looks like Fred.”

“Huh,” he huffed in surprise “it kinda does.”

Lucy appeared behind them. “Tyger Tyger, burning bright, in the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

“What’s that from?” Mary scratched Fred’s back.

“William Blake, The Tyger. It’s a very famous poem. Wanna read it?” “Can I?” Mary’s voice was soft, unsure.

“Of course, I’ll go get the key.” Lucy tried not to wake Fred as she handed him over to Mary, but his eyes flickered open, one paw batting the air. Mary cradled him, nuzzling into the top of his head.

Frank stepped back, watching Lucy and Mary in deep discussion. He almost intervened when he saw Mary press her fingers into the indented lettering, following each curve and dip. She was mesmerized. Frank thought again of how much joy Diane would get from seeing this, from knowing how curious and intelligent her daughter truly was.

“There are collections of Blake’s poetry downstairs, but this is the original copy of the poem. Well, one of the earliest copies, anyway. Cool, right?”

“Very cool.” Mary beamed.

“You know what?” Lucy locked the case and removed her gloves. “You can take one of his poetry collections to keep. No charge.”

“Lucy, you don’t have to-“ Frank held up a hand.

“No charge.” Lucy repeated. “It’s the least I can do. Well, that and not telling my boss there was a cat in here.” She winked.

Frank tilted his head in a ‘told you so’ gesture. Lucy petted Fred again, his contented purrs making her laugh as he pushed into her palm.

“Come on, kiddo, Lucy’s got work to do.” He waved towards the door. “Go downstairs and pick out a book.”

Mary turned on her heels, leaving Frank and Lucy alone.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Frank half-frowned.

Lucy tutted. “What Pete doesn’t know won’t hurt him. It’s just one book. What’s one book between friends?”

Frank’s lips quirked up. “I should at least do something as a thank-you. For this and, well, you know.” He shuffled on the spot, hands in his pockets. “Maybe a cup of coffee?”

Lucy pressed her palm against the edge of the glass case, her other hand resting on her hip. “Hmm, maybe. I have a free afternoon on Wednesday.”

“Sounds good.” Frank shrugged. “What’s one cup of coffee between friends?”

Lucy dipped her head as she huffed out a laugh. “Y’know, you’re a pretty decent guy, Frank Adler. Then again, I’ve known you all of five minutes, so you could actually be a deranged serial killer.”

Frank’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “Who, me? Mary would’ve rumbled me right away.”

“She could be your accomplice. You’d kill for her, I can tell.”

“Yeah, I would. I could murder the kid that’s been bullying her.” His eyes were ablaze. “Obviously I won’t.”

Lucy held up both hands. “Hey, I’d cover for you if you did. I’ve seen The Hand That Rocks The Cradle.”

They shared a laugh then, their gazes connecting.

“You’re not having second thoughts about that cup of coffee now are you?”

“Nope.” She slapped her hands against her jeans. “Y’know, my cousin takes her kid to this martial arts place downtown. I’ll ask her for the details. I think Mary would like it, she seems like a little firecracker.”

“She sure is. She pushed a kid for ruining her classmate’s project once. One class and she’d be lethal.” Frank ambled towards the door. “I should probably go downstairs before she gets mad at me.”

Lucy matched his pace as they returned to the ground floor.

Mary held Fred with one arm and gingerly slid a book onto the desk.

“Songs of Innocence and of Experience? Good choice.” Lucy smiled. Hope you enjoy it.” She chucked her chin slightly in Frank’s direction. “See you on Wednesday.”

As they headed back into the afternoon sun, Mary cast a mischievous glance at Frank. He gave her a knowing look in return.

Evelyn was waiting in the front room, barely maintaining her interest in the news on the television. Mary burst through the door and Fred leapt out of her arms, running straight to his water bowl. “Uncle Frank’s got a date.” Mary skipped to the refrigerator, filling a glass with ice and orange juice.

“It’s not a date.” Frank’s voice was flat, exasperated. He disappeared into the bathroom.

Mary nodded animatedly, whispering. “It’s a date.”

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what-is-your-plan-today · 3 years

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Riding On

Ch 18-Home Run

Summary: Frank’s competitive side comes out to play during an event at Mary’s school, and then he and Fliss get their first child free evening in well over 6 months.

Warnings: Bad Language words, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Frank Adler x Fliss Gallagher

A/N: SURPRISE!!! Turns out I can’t stop writing these two for long. Updates going forward on this probably won’t be as regular as they were but…it’s not really on hiatus anymore. It wasn’t really on hiatus at all to be fair as I’ve been writing this one since I posted the last!

Special thanks to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for her little drabble which was posted as part of her Birthday Celebrations which I used in here.

Chapter Song: You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

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Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air, she told me to come, but I was already there, 'Cause the walls start shaking, the Earth was quaking, my mind was aching and we were making it. And you shook me all night long, yeah, you shook me all night long

Fliss watched as Frank adjusted the blue Red Sox hat on his head slightly, the baseball bat hanging loosely in one hand before he took up position, turning slightly to the side, his long fingers curling around the handle.

"Five bucks says he misses..." Bill spoke and Fliss gave him a dig in the ribs.

"No chance Poppa B" Mary laughed from where she stood in front of Fliss "Frank's got a wicked swing."

Fliss saw Frank who was laughing at something that one of the school teachers who was current performing the role of catcher before his face suddenly warped into one of utter concentrate as the pitcher wound up. Sure enough, a second or so later Frank swung the bat forward and with a satisfying cracking sound he connected with the baseball and set off at a sprint. Fliss and Mary cheered along with the rest of the crowd who had gathered to watch and Frank rounded first base, then onto second as the other guy positioned there had also started to make his way home. Frank made it to 3rd easily, and then Fliss spotted the expression on his face change as he glanced around and set off at a sprint clearly going for home. The gathered crowd started to yell as the ball came flying in towards the catcher but Frank was there just that little bit faster, dropping into a slide and his boot hit the little square marked out as home before the ball. He jumped up, a huge grin on his face as the other parents on the team all cheered and congratulated him, various other yells ringing out around the little playing field, Fliss, Mary, Bill and Verity joining in.

"Told ya!" Mary shouted as she jumped up and down. "Home run!"

Fliss looked up at her dad who was chuckling as he watched Frank who was now doubled over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. He wiped at his dirty jeans, which were covered in the orange dust from the school playing field and glanced over towards them, shrugging playfully.

"Well considering he said he would rather stick hot pins in his eyes than play in the Staff v Parents game he looks like he's enjoying himself." Bonnie grinned as she gently placed a hand on Fliss shoulder, leaning over to pull a face at Alex. The 6 month old baby grinned and waggled his arms furiously letting out a loud giggle, a stream of drool trickled down his chin and Fliss wiped it away with the bib round his neck.

"Well Mary called him a chicken." Fliss snorted, gently running a hand down Alex's flushed cheek, thankful he seemed to be in a temporary respite from his teething pain. "Said he was only refusing to take part because he was scared he wasn't good enough. And let's face it, he's not one to back down from a challenge is he?"

Bonnie laughed and then someone called her away. Apologising she headed off and the family turned their attention back to the game. It finished about 20 minutes or so later when the last batter was caught out, but it didn't matter as the Parents had won anyway. They all let out a little cheer, before the two teams congratulated one another and dispersed, Frank making his way back over to where his family was stood. He chuckled as Mary ran towards him and he swung her up with a little huff and she tipped his hat back to look at him.

"You're all sweaty." She pulled a face and Frank rolled his eyes as he set her down.

"Yeah, well it’s in the 70s and I've been running." He shrugged, dropping a kiss to Fliss' cheek.

"Hey babe...Ruth. She teased and Frank chuckled before he smiled at his baby boy.

"How's he feeling?"

"He seems OK." Fliss shrugged, looking at him. "Mind you, I've not tried putting him down yet since he stopped crying."

"Let me take him for a bit." Frank said and Fliss passed him over, Alex immediately reached up for his cap. Frank jerked his head out of the way, spinning his cap back to front, and Alex let out a noise of protest until Fliss handed him his teething ring from his buggy. They baby grabbed it and instantly jammed it into his mouth, chomping away whilst babbling to no one in particular. Frank dropped a kiss to his head as they walked over the field, making their way to the little refreshment tent where a few if the other parents all turned and cheered as Frank walked in. He grinned, flushing a little at the attention and nodded to Rosie's mom and dad as they wandered over to talk to them. Fliss glanced around and caught the eye of one of the other moms who she recognised as being the one who'd been chatting shit about Frank and Mary last June. She narrowed her eyes a little, staring the bitch out and the other woman hastily averted her gaze and making Fliss smirk.

"Stop it." Frank warned in her ear and she turned to look at him, her best innocent expression in her face.

"Stop what?"

"You know full well what." He arched an eyebrow and Fliss shrugged.

"She's a bitch." she offered as justification and Frank merely rolled his eyes, adjusting Alex slightly in his arms, turning the baby so his back was pressed to his chest, one strong arm under his butt, the other hand pressed over his little belly so they small boy could look round the tent. He waggled his arms and legs excitedly as he saw Bonnie who waved her fingers towards him and smiled as she passed with a box in her arms, heading towards the small table set out at the front.

The rest of the gala passed fairly quickly. It had been pulled together as a way for teachers and parents to bond, a little bit of fun one Friday afternoon in February. And according to the Principal as she spoke, it was going to be a yearly thing from now on. The Staff V Parents Baseball Trophy was handed to the captain of the parents’ team, a tall dark haired man whose daughter was in first grade who grinned and teased the staff members about how good it would look in the cabinet in the entrance hall with the word Parents engraved on the plate for at least the next 12 months, and then there were a few individual trophies handed out. One for best catch which went to the 3rd grade tutor, best display of acrobatics which went to Rosie's dad for his specular trip over his own feet as he ran to 3rd base, most animated player which went to the school's janitor who had been ferociously rallying his team all afternoon and then finally the Top Slugger trophy which to Fliss' delight was awarded to Frank for his absolute peach of a hit and home run. Frank let out a little groan as his name was called and everyone in the tent turned to face him. He accepted his trophy with one hand, Alex still held easily to his chest with the other and declined to say much other than he'd had fun and it has been a nice afternoon, thanking everyone who has organised the day, before cheekily quipping it was about time Bonnie did some actual work, which earned him a slap upside the head when she was walking past him later.

Eventually it was time to leave and they made their way back to the cars. Mary retrieved her stuff from Frank's truck, handing it to Bill who tossed it into his Range Rover before Frank then handed Bill a changing bag for Alex as Fliss picked him up from the stroller so Bill could collapse it.

"Sure you don't mind dropping Mary off at Roberta’s?" Frank asked as Bill popped the stroller into the trunk and closed it.

"Not at all, it's on the way." Bill smiled watching Mary give Fliss a hug goodbye before she turned and did the same to Frank.

"Behave." He said sternly and she rolled her eyes.

"I always do."

"Huh must be just us you're a pain in the ass for." Frank shrugged, earning him a little dig in the stomach from Mary. He huffed a breath, grinning as she clambered into the back of the car.

"One down...one to go." Bill muttered to where Fliss was holding Alex to her, gently kissing his head.

"Yeah and something tells me this one's gonna be a little more awkward to get in your car." Frank sighed and Bill chuckled. Frank turned to him "I know I don’t need to ask but..."

"He'll be fine." Bill smiled "travel cot and baby monitor all set up."

Frank gave a nod as Bill clapped him on the shoulder and they both turned to Fliss who was now talking to her mother in a worried tone as Alex was starting to grumble.

"You know, I'm not sure..."

"Stop. Now." Verity looked at Fliss, giving her a significant look and Fliss knew why. Her mom and dad taking Alex overnight was a trial run for a few weeks’ time when she was planning to take Frank away for the weekend as a birthday gift. It was more a trial run for her than Alex, mind, as she was still ridiculously clingy to him, a fact she knew and was actively trying to get over.

"He's teething Fliss, not dying." Bill looked at her.

"I know that" Fliss replied hotly "but he's a little grouchy and he's in pain..."

“So we'll dose him up with medicine, give him cuddles and let him sleep." Verity responded simply.

"Love, we've done this before remember? And we had 2 of them with Charlie and Joel." Bill chuckled as Fliss chewed on her lip.

"But what if he won't settle? I mean he's only just cut his first one and..."

"Honey, we're 15 minutes away." Frank soothed.

“Yup, any issues we'll call and bring him straight back." Verity nodded. Frank looked at Bill who gave him a small wink which he understood perfectly. There was no way Alex was coming back tonight, even if he was grouchy. Frank knew Bill and V would just take it in their stride to give them their first child free night in well over 6 months.

Fliss took a deep breath and nodded. "Ok, I know I'm flapping...I'm sorry..."

She moved to the car and gently placed him in the car seat before Frank stepped forward to take it from their truck to Bill's. Once it was secured, he dropped a kiss to his head and moved so Fliss could so the same.

She stepped back, closing the door and Frank gently pulled her right hand away from her left where it had begun to worry at the knuckles, the way she always did when she was a little panicked. He laced his fingers with hers, thumb gently stroking the back of her hand in slow, comforting arcs, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Ok, we'll see you tomorrow." Bill smiled as he opened the driver’s side door. "And try to enjoy your night alone yeah? Ill permit one text an hour to check up otherwise I'll sever all communication."

Fliss rolled her eyes but stayed silent. Frank didn't miss the way her fingers squeezed around his as they waved goodbye to Bill's car as it pulled out of the space next to theirs.

"So, what do you-" Frank stopped dead as he looked down at Fliss who has just burst into tears. "-oh honey!" He chuckled, as she pressed her face into his t-shirt, his arms wrapping around her, gently rubbing her back over her pale blue top.

"I know I’m being stupid but I can't help it." She sobbed "He's my baby Frank and he has a sore mouth and he's been all grouchy and..."

"Yes he is, yes he does, and yes he has." Frank pulled back, cupping her face in his hands, wiping her tears away with his thumbs "But your mom and dad will be fine. The last few nights after his feed and some Orajel he's settled right down, and if he doesn't they've got the Tylenol. He'll be fine, I promise."

Fliss nodded and Frank dipped his head, giving her a soft kiss. "Now, we got the rest of the afternoon and the entire night to ourselves...and dare I say it a lie in tomorrow morning." He grinned, turning to open the passenger door for her. "Do you wanna go out for a few drinks or..."

Fliss wrinkled her nose "is it bad I just wanna do nothing?" Frank laughed as Fliss shrugged "I mean I have a book that I haven't opened in like a week, I've got a bottle of pinot in the fridge..."

"So you wanna curl up on the window seat and not be disturbed?" Frank arched his eyebrow.

"Well, not all night." Fliss shook her head "but maybe for an hour or so when I finish the yard."

"Ok, well, let's make a deal." Frank's hand dropped to her hips "We take our own time till say 7 ish and then sit down for dinner and a movie."

"Oh my god, perfect" Fliss groaned. Frank shook his head as he snorted.

"When did we get so pathetic that we get our first child free evening in 6 months and you're gonna spend it reading about some lame ass British Detective and I'm gonna be screwing with boat parts?"

"Ok first off there is nothing pathetic about Detective Super Intendant Roy Grace and second off...will you be greasy?"

Frank's head fell back as a loud rumble of laughter erupted from his chest. When he looked back at Fliss she shrugged and he arched an eyebrow.

"You're terrible, you know that?"

"Not my fault you're such a dirty boat daddy."

"Dirty boat daddy?" Frank scoffed as he raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck..."

Fliss grinned as she traced Frank's bicep with the fingers of her right hand "You're my baby daddy...and you get dirty on boats..."

"You don't half talk some shit at times." He snorted and Fliss poked her tongue out, catching it between her teeth as she smiled.

"You love it."

"I love you." He bent down pressing his lips to hers before he stepped back "Now come on, I got some grease to smear up my arms."

"Can you wipe some on your face too?" Fliss asked as the climbed in the truck. Frank merely rolled his eyes with a smirk in response.

*******

Fliss stretched her legs out as she reached the end of her chapter, Thor giving a little annoyed huff as she jostled his head from where it was laying in her lap as they sat curled up, snuggled into the cushions on the large window seat.

"Sorry boy." She chuckled, scratching behind his ears as she glanced outside over the garden. It was dark out, the various garden lights strung up on the fence illuminated the panels which separated their private space to the large garden that belonged to the next house along. They’d really lucked out on this property. The house itself was set into almost 2 acres of land, and not to mention the 8 that now belonged to Sandybrook Stables after they’d purchased the additional 3 at the back. Which reminded Fliss, she really should get the architect onto the re-design.

Reaching for her phone she gave a yelp as she realised what time it was. Almost 8pm. They’d gone well over an hour later than they’d agreed, and given that there was no sign of Frank, he too had clearly forgotten. She stood up, fired her mum a quick message and then called their favourite Italian, ringing through an order for delivery. The guy on the phone was apologetic, saying it would be at least 45 minutes before it arrived but Fliss assured him it was no bother. No sooner had she put the phone down than her mom sent her a message back which was a picture of Alex fast asleep in the crib at her parents, his little cheeks still slightly red, but he looked peaceful. Satisfied everything was ok, she bit her lip before she smiled to herself and pulled open the fridge, tossing a 6 pack into a cool box. Instructing Thor to stay she headed out the back door and round the side of the pool and out of the garden onto the main front area. The garage door was open, the light from inside streaming onto the gravel driveway and the low tones of AC/DC hit her ears as she approached along with Frank’s curses.

The reason for his cursing was simple. No matter how much digging into the boats engine, or twisting his hand at impossible angles, the mother fucking part still wouldn’t come out. Snarling in frustration, he yanked his hand out, and grabbed a wrench, hitting the metal against it, cursing “You son of a bitch, you’re coming out of there whether ya wa like it or not. I’ve been fahking with you all God damn night!”

Fliss climbed the ladder next to the boat and snorted as she set down the cooler on the boards of the deck, arching a brow. It wasn’t often that Frank lost his cool, but when he did, he usually turned a bit Boston.

“You alright Sailor or should I be worried?” she spoke, perching on the edge. Frank fell back on his heels, grabbing a rag to wipe at his grease-covered hands and looked round at her, his brow beaded with sweat.

“If you got a beer in that cooler there, then you got nothing to worry about.” His eyes were hopeful and Fliss leaned forward, popping open the top and drawing out the six-pack. Smiling, Frank pushed himself to a stand and took one, removing the cap and draining a good third of it in one go. “Confirmed, nothing to worry about now Cowgirl!”

Fliss grabbed herself a beer and watched as Frank stepped closer, his hands resting either side of her thighs as she sat perched on the edge of the hull. “You get bored reading already?”

“Well I’d read enough anyway, but then realised the time. Baby its gone 8.”

“Seriously?” Frank frowned and then sighed as Fliss nodded. “Shit, sorry, I lost track o’time.”

“It’s ok, I did the same.” Fliss shrugged “Guess a child free few hours really is a treat.”

Frank smiled softly “We should probably order dinner.

Fliss smirked “Already done, we got like…40 mintues.” she wrapped her hands around Frank’s neck and tugged him closer.

“Whoa whoa baby, I’m covered in shit.” He gave a laugh as he protested slightly.

Rolling her eyes, she snorted. “No, if you were covered in shit, it would be because I worked you for a day at the stables. You Frank…” Her voice lowered, and her eyes turned hooded, leaning up to his lips, whispering against them. “You are covered in grease, and that makes me so unbelievably hot for you, that if you don’t fuck me on this deck, I won’t forgive you.”

“Enough said, consider yourself fucked on deck Baby,” Frank smirked, catching Fliss’ lips. At that point the music changed and flicked over from Whole Lotta Rosie to You Shook Me All Night Long, Frank’s favourite song and he smirked against her mouth as he began to sing the first verse, all the time keeping his lips a mere centimetre or so away from hers.

“She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean, she was the best damn woman that I ever seen, she had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies, knocking me out with those American thighs…”

“Err British thighs, thank you.” Fliss corrected him. Frank simply arched an eyebrow and pulled her easily off the edge of the boat she was leaning against. She giggled as she wrapped her legs around his slim waist, leaning in to press her lips to his in a slow kiss as he walked them over to the benches at the rear of the boat. The kiss remained soft, teasing licks, a slow pace, but it was no less intense than a furious one, if anything it felt more powerful than normal, the pair of them truly alone for the first time in months. With each steady, deliberate tangle of their tongues, Fliss could feel everything. The heat, the spark, the butterflies swarming inside of her stomach.

In an easy, graceful moment Frank turned and sat on the edge of the bench, his hands letting go of Fliss’ hips as she straddled him, reaching up to cup the sides of her face, holding her still while his mouth had its way with hers. Pulling back a little he softly bit her lip, drawing a groan from her mouth and he grinned, resting his forehead against hers.

“What the fuck was in that book you were reading?” he asked and Fliss laughed

“Rape, murder…” she pondered, before she grinned wickedly “A police man in a uniform with handcuffs…”

“So is it the Uniform or the handcuffs that have got you all worked up Pretty Girl?”

“Neither, it’s the dirty, boat Daddy that I’m currently straddling”

At that Frank tipped his head back in a loud laugh, his hands brushing Fliss’ hair back off her face. “I fahkin love you.” he chuckled, as she pressed her lips to his again.

“Good job.” She mumbled against his mouth “Seeing as you’re the father of my kids…and you’re marrying me.” She added as somewhat of an afterthought.

Kids. Plural.

Frank glanced at her, her eyes shining against the lights of the garage and he smiled softly, his chest tightening a little with emotion. Mary’s adoption had only been finalised a few weeks prior, the ink probably still wet on all the documents but in their mind it had been a done deal months ago, from the moment they’d made the decision. Still, it stirred all kinds of warm feelings in his chest when he heard her say it. She smiled, reaching up to brush her hands through the longer strands of hair on his head before her fingers delicately danced down over his shoulders, his strong arms before she gripped at the hem of his T-shirt. He raised his arms allowing her to pull it off, before she dropped her head and chained open mouthed, warm kisses across his collar bone.

Happy to let her take charge for a moment, Frank tipped his head back sighing as she nipped up his neck to his jaw, her mouth skating over the stubble of his beard before she met his mouth again and this time the kiss was fierce. In a flash, Frank fisted his hand in the loose t-shirt she was wearing, yanking it over her head, giving a soft groan as he realised she was wearing no bra. His large hands spread over her back, pulling her snug against his chest, his fingers sliding up and down her spine causing her to shiver a little, letting out a soft moan that morphed into that oh so familiar whimper he knew and loved.

“I could listen to you make that sound for days,” he muttered and Fliss smiled against his mouth, kissing him again. A few seconds later, deciding to push things a little as Fliss seemed to be in a demanding mood, Frank pulled back, his bright blue eyes almost icy with intensity and issued a single word instruction. “Strip” Fliss felt her stomach bottom out with excitement when his demand registered. She swallowed and stood between his legs, slipping down the shorts she was wearing, Frank’s eyes watching her as she then slid down her panties, her gaze never once leaving his face. When he finished looking her up and down as she stood naked in front of him, his eyes met hers a look of pure, unadulterated wonderment and appreciation on his face.

And it was all for her.

“Like what you see sailor?” she bit her lip, her skin tingling with excitement as Frank arched an eyebrow.

“Like you wouldn’t believe…” his hands reached out and grabbed her hips as he stood up, pivoting them so that the back of Fliss’ legs pressed against the bench he had been sat on. His hands slid up, thumbs brushing the underneath of her breasts as he kissed her once more, softly, before he pulled back, his lips gently sucking at that spot on her delicate neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.

“Wanna turn around and get on your knees for me baby girl?” he whispered his question. Fliss looked at him, wide eyed, and he noted that where there had at one time been a slight apprehension in those deep browns at being put in such a position, now there was nothing but excitement, and he wasn’t quite sure when that had changed. But it had, and he loved it. He loved the fact she trusted him, that she was happy to simply be pliant in his hands. She nodded and turned, kneeling on the bench in front of him, bending over, gripping the back with her hands. Frank reached out, gently manoeuvring so she was positioned where he wanted her to be and then stepped back, biting back the groan that bubbled in his throat at the site of her there, ready and waiting.

Fliss’ head was spinning. She couldn’t see him, but could feel him behind her. He wasn’t touching her yet, but he didn’t have to. Just the fact she could feel the heat of his gaze and his presence was enough to send her into a freefall. Every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire, the ache between her legs intensifying with each passing second. Then she heard a soft thud—Frank dropping to his knees, she assumed, but the gentle press of his mouth to the inside of her left thigh was still a shock, even though she knew it was coming. She inhaled sharply and Frank paused, his hands sliding up the outside of her thighs.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice low with desire. “Yeah.” Fliss’ breath was equally loaded and she let out a sigh as his mouth traced a line of kisses up her thigh, then he moved to do the same to the inside of her right. Her eyes closed, Fliss breathed in slowly in an attempt to steady herself, to stay calm and collected. She was ridiculously close already and his mouth hadn’t even touched that part of her body yet. When his tongue finally made contact, she lost all semblance of cool. Her eyes flew open and she let out a loud cry as the tip of his tongue swirled against her made. It was mere seconds but she was already panting, her hands curling around the back of the bench, the feel of his beard scratching against her was almost too much. Frank fucking her with his mouth, from behind, on the deck of the boat, in their garage was the single hottest thing she had ever experienced, and she wanted it to last as long as possible. Frank however, seemed to have other ideas. Whilst he kept the slow, steady rhythm with ease, he let out a low hum, something he knew would send her wild.

“Fuck,” she whined. “Frank, I…” His tongue swirled faster, his hands gripping the outside of her thighs tightly as she felt the pressure inside her turn white hot. When he slipped his finger inside her she gasped, his mouth matching every gentle but firm thrust his hand made. It all resulted in a sensation so heavenly, it was agonizing and it spread from between her legs to the farthest reaches of her body, until she could take it no more. With a loud cry she came, hard, pushing back onto his face and her knees buckled slightly, her hand slipping on the wooden rail of the bench, her body and mind completely gone. Frank stood up, giving her a moment as he quickly shed his jeans and boxers before his hands gripped her hips and he bent over to kiss her neck. “You good?” he asked and she gave a hum of satisfaction as she turned her head to look at him, her brown eyes meeting his as she nodded. “Jesus Frank…” she stuttered and he smirked, his grin slipping slightly as she reached back and gripped him in her hand, a choked little grunt escaping his own mouth as her palm tightened around his now throbbing cock. His hands dropped to her hips and he pulled her backwards and up slightly, manoeuvring her so she was exactly where he needed and with smooth, fluid thrust forward he slid slowly into her, the deliberate languid pace allowing her to feel every glorious inch of him. “Lissy,” he growled, and that was the last word he uttered as he thrust into her over, and over, screams and cries and grunts filling the air in the large garage, echoing slightly off the walls. As his hands tightened on her hips, Fliss knew he was close and so was she. He let go with his right hand, dropping it round between her legs to palm her clit and the warm press of his hand combined with the steady rhythm of his thrusts sent Fliss over the edge again and just as a low growl ripped from Frank’s throat, orgasm number two spiked through her. Only this time when she lost it, she was a complete mess. Every single muscle in her body cramped and quivered as she tensed in front of Frank, bucking violently until she sagged forward, her sailor’s arms wrapping around her as he gave a few more deep thrusts before he shuddered, his arms tightening their hold and he groaned loudly, his hips faltering as he came with a surge that brewed right from his feet. They both remained still for a second until Frank slowly and gently pulled away. He pressed his lips to Fliss’ lower back, showering her in gentle kisses, as he made his way up her spine before he reached the crook of her shoulder. Fliss’s eyes were still closed but her face sported a sated smile as she let out a hum of satisfaction. Picking her up, Frank sat down on the bench so she was cradled in his lap, reaching for the tartan blanket that was draped over the seat a few down and he wrapped it around them both, kissing her hair line.

“Suppose that’s one way to christen the boat.” She eventually spoke and Frank chuckled.

"God bless the good lady Felicity...and all who sail in her." He retorted, giving a little salute. Fliss snorted and slapped his arm.

“You’re such a wanker.” She shook her head and Frank laughed, kissing her gently”

“You love it, honey.” “No, I love you. Which means I put up with all your wanker-ish traits because I have no choice.”

*******

Once Frank had showered he made his way downstairs dressed comfortably in a pair of sweats and t-shirt. Fliss had already laid the take-out boxes on the counter so he parked himself down on one of the stools as Fliss handed him a beer, taking a glass of wine for herself. They talked as they ate, Fliss teasing Frank about getting him a display cabinet for his baseball trophy to which he snorted and told her he wasn't intending on making it a habit. Once they'd finished their food, they cleared the dishes and Frank made his way to the sofa whilst Fliss let Thor out into the yard as he was pawing at the door.

Frank absentmindedly flicked through the news channels, pausing at a report on Trump's latest activity and the reaction to a stupid tweet he had made regarding guns and he shook his head, scoffing in disgust.

"I dont know why you watch anything about him." Fliss called as she shut the door "it just winds you up."

"His brain is a fucking scribble" Frank retorted, "I mean...just look at him Fliss!"

"I'd rather not!" She called back, shooing Fred down from where he had hopped up onto the kitchen counter.

"President of the free world and he's an absolute tool." Frank continued his chunnering as he stretched out, his legs on the coffee table and his arms extending quite forcefully behind his head as he yawned. Unfortunately, Fliss had chosen that exact moment to cross the room ready to wrap her arms around him from behind and as she bent to do so the back of Frank's closed left fist connected with the top of her left cheekbone, just in the outside corner of her eye, and she gave a yelp of surprise. As soon as it happened Frank jerked his head round and as he saw Fliss recoiling from the accidental blow his blood ran cold.

"Shit..." he sprang over the back of the couch, ignoring Thor who was now growling furiously at him. "Oh my god, Lissy, I'm so fahkin' sorry..."

She straightened up blinking, her hands falling to his biceps as he gently cradled her face. "Frank its fine, you just caught my eye a little that’s all, it won't even bruise."

"Well, maybe not but..."

"Did you-Thor!" Fliss yelled at the dog, turning to look at him "Stop!" The German shepherd fell silent and flopped his butt down on the floor, his dark amber eyes still fixed on Frank, as Fliss turned back to him. "Did you mean to do it?"

"No, of course not..."

"Then there you go. It was an accident." She smiled, "it wasn't even hard enough to bruise, trust me, I know."

"That's not funny." Frank said quietly and Fliss sighed.

"It wasn't meant to be." She shook her head as Frank's eyes roved her face, utter dismay across every inch of his own. "Frankie..."

"Baby, I'm so..."

"Stop apologising." She said softly "it was an accident. Nothing more." Frank looked at her again before she stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. "Please don't."

"Don't what?" He asked

"Worry that you've hurt me, or scared me. Because you haven't." She shook her head "would you be this bothered if I didn't have the history I did?"

Frank hesitated. Of course he'd be bothered about hitting his girl, regardless of it being accidentally, but she was right. He wouldn't feel the concern he did has she not been subjected to the abuse she had suffered previously. He gave a little sheepish shrug and Fliss shook her head again, smiling.

"I'm not made of glass Sailor, I'm not gonna shatter over something like this. Not anymore." She took his hand in hers, pressed a kiss to his knuckles and then let go. Frank dropped it to his side, curling both hands on her hips as her arms slid up round his neck. "Can we forget this now and snuggle up with a movie?"

Frank nodded "ok, sounds good..."

After a little deliberation and poking around the channels Fliss’ eyes lit up when she realised that one of the channels was now dedicated to James Bond, the next movie showing being Skyfall, one of her favourites. However, fifteen minutes in Frank felt her head growing heavy against his chest as they lay sprawled on the sofa. He glanced down to see her eyes closed, her lids fluttering slightly, lashes laying against her cheeks as she slept. With a smile he pressed a kiss to her head, his hand gently resting around her back as she lay snuggled into him. It can’t have been much more than twenty minutes later when he too felt his eyes growing heavy, the exertion of the day finally getting to much for him and he nodded off, both of them waking with a jolt when the music for the end credits kicked in and Fred hopped up onto the back of the sofa before landing on Frank’s chest by Fliss’ head with a loud purr.

“Jesus Fred…” Frank grumbled, pushing him off as Fliss sat up, blinking. “Fucking one eyed bastard.”

Fred glared at him and slunk off, jumping up onto the armchair where he curled up, his tail flicking.

“What a rock and roll lifestyle we lead.” Fliss stretched slightly as she yawned and Frank shrugged.

“Well we had a busy day.” “Even busier evening.” She quipped and Frank chuckled, his hand rubbing at her back before she stood up, her hands rubbing at her eyes. With a heave Frank swung his legs off the couch and he too stood, pulling his girl into a hug.

“You go up, I’ll sort Thor check the doors.”

She gave him a quick peck and then left him to it, padding tiredly up the stairs. She headed into the bathroom to clean her teeth and was just climbing in between the soft sheets when Frank walked into the room, Thor behind him, the dog flopping down with a sigh into his basket. Fliss’ eyes fell to the empty bassinet and she suddenly felt a little pang for her missing baby, but she knew from the various texts and the conversation she’d had with her parents earlier that he was perfectly fine so she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

It wasn’t long before Frank joined her in bed and she shuffled over to him, tossing her leg over his as he kissed her forehead, his hand sliding up the back of her sleep cami, palm warm against her skin.

“Night honey, love you.” He yawned and she smiled.

“Love you too.” She sighed contentedly, her eyes closing as they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

*****

Frank woke the next morning to an empty bed. With a stretch he rubbed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Of course it would be too much to hope Fliss would be able to lay in. And then he turned over to check the time and did a double take. It was almost 10 am.

“Fuck!” he gave a little chuckle. Guess he’d been a lot more tired than he thought. Swinging his legs out of bed he padded into the bathroom, sorted his bladder out and went about the rest of his normal morning routine before he grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweats and headed downstairs. He paused in the doorway to the large family area, watching as she was stood at the stove, dressed in one of his button downs. It skimmed the curve of her ass, ending in the middle of her thighs and he smiled as he watched her move. He couldn’t quite remember the last time he saw her like this in the kitchen, it was certainly before Alex was born, most likely on one of their kid free Friday nights that had abruptly halted when he’d arrived, not that Frank would change a thing about it mind, but it was still nice to have it back, even it if was just for one morning.

He thought back to the first time he saw her dressed in one of his shirts. It was a Saturday in his old apartment, not long after they'd started dating. He found her in the kitchen much like she was now, making a coffee having woken early and not wanted to disturb him. He remembered thinking it was the first time a woman had ever done that, made herself at home, because in fairness she was the only woman that had lasted longer than a night in 8 years. It had stirred something in him then, a feeling of contentment, much like the one he was feeling now. His life had changed dramatically since she’d walked into it approximately 2 and a half years or so. In some ways the time had flown by, in others it felt like a life time when he considered everything they’d been through, both of them so far from the people they had been, yet so similar too.

With a smile he stepped into the room and walked over to her, and the fact she didn’t jump when he wrapped his arms aroud her from behind told him she’d been well aware of his presence in the doorway for a while.

“I thought we were supposed to be having a lazy morning complete with lie in” Frank’s hand gently brushed Fliss’ wild locks off her neck before he pressed a kiss to her skin

“I did.” Fliss smiled “I didn’t wake up until 8:30. Normally your son has me up at 6.”

“Our son.”

“When he wakes me up at 6 am he’s your son.” She turned her head to glance at him. “Dad’s gonna collect Mary and drop them both off at half past midday ish.”

“Well then, you really could have stayed in bed.” He pouted and she chuckled.

“Once I’m awake I’m awake…” she shrugged “No point staying there.”

“You should’a woken me up, I could’a given you a good reason to stay put.” His lips pressed more kisses to her neck and Fliss laughed, swatting at his head playfully.

“I’ll burn breakfast.”

“So?”

“I’m hungry.”

“So am I.”

“I meant for food.” She turned in his arms and he shrugged playfully giving her a deep kiss.

“Morning honey.” He smiled against her lips and she let out a little chuckle.

“Morning hot shot.” She grinned, patting his chest “you wanna set the places and pour us a coffee each? This is nearly done.”

Doing as he was told, Frank stepped back, grabbing cutlery and placing it on the breakfast bar before he made them both a coffee and grabbed the orange juice and a couple of glasses. As he set it all down on the side, Fliss dropped two plates of pancakes, bacon and eggs on the place mats and Frank gave a little groan of delight.

“You didn’t have to do this.” He looked at her.

“It’s just breakfast” she shrugged “Plus, thought it would be nice, just the two of us. And I wanted to talk to you.”

“Sounds ominous.” He arched an eyebrow as she sat next to him.

“No, not really.” She shrugged “I was just thinking yesterday a little. I wanna go back to work Frank, like full time. I’m ready.”

“Okay.” He nodded, “That’s fine. Did you think I was gonna protest or something?”

“No, I just wanted to discuss it, remember, we said we would do that after last time?”

“Liss, this is different.” He said, shaking his head as he cut into a pancake. “He’s almost 6 months old now, we’ll be weaning him soon.” “Yeah, I was thinking I can start pushing up the hours and then when he’s fully converted onto solids, which by the way, I’m not looking forward to those nappy changes…” she wrinkled her nose and Frank laughed, popping a piece of his breakfast into his mouth “well, when all that’s done then I’m back to full time.”

“Like I said, if you’re ready then fine.” Frank looked at her, hi hand dropping to her knee. “Guess we should start looking for a childminder huh?”

“Mum said she’d help out but I don’t want her to have him all the time, she’s got her own life. But I was thinking she could maybe have him two days a week, as she’ll sulk if I don’t let her have him some time.” Fliss shrugged “The other days, I thought we could speak to the one that Bonnie’s sister uses. She’s not far from Mum and Dad.” “Yeah, ok. Get her number and we’ll go meet her.” Frank agreed, shovelling more of his breakfast into his mouth.

“I also wanna call the architect that Steeby knows” Fliss added, taking a bite of food “Start getting the plans drawn up for the expansion. I’d really like to have that completed by the wedding. We got nearly 7 months. I think it’s doable. The additional stables won’t take long, or the lunging pen and the paddock move. The big job is gonna be the extension to the office and tack room but…again, a couple of weeks and Dad reckons it’ll be done. He doesn’t think that it’ll be much over 12 weeks in total if we get the right guys on the job.” Frank nodded “Well, the land is already ours so, go for it.”

“Yeah?” Fliss smiled and Frank returned the gesture, squeezing her knee.

“Yeah, let’s do it. Get the designs drawn up and some quotes for the work.”

“I love you.” Fliss beamed, leaning over to kiss him softly and he smiled, his nose bumping hers slightly.

“That’s because I’m a very lovable guy” he grinned and Fliss snorted, pulling back.

“Suppose so.”

They ate their breakfast and once the dishes were over they both retired to the sofa, Frank flicking on the news channel, Fliss picking up her book again, Fred curling up behind her head on the sofa back, Thor jumping up beside her. Frank gave a grunt and a huff, pushing the dog’s huge paw off his thigh before he flopped down, head in his lap. It was lazy, comfortable and remained that way until at midday, Fliss headed upstairs to pull on something a little more substantial than Frank’s shirt, much to his chagrin. When she came down dressed in a pair of breaches and a polo shirt little over 20 minutes later he smiled at her.

“You got a class this afternoon?”

“Yeah I’m taking Mary’s one at 2.” She said. “But I need to ride Cap beforehand and then Bronson needs working and Heidi could do with a walk round the trail too, her back leg keeps swelling up.” “Still bad?”

Fliss wrinkled her nose as she crossed to the fridge “Nothing unusual for her age, the vet said it’s a touch of arthritis which is why I don’t school her any more. It tends to go down when she’s done a bit of walking. If I take her for half an hour hack round she’ll be fine. It’s when it stops going down that I’ve got a problem, but I don’t even want to think about that.” She shook her head, pulling the water out of the fridge. “I can’t imagine my life without her.”

“She’s certainly been with you a long time.” Frank looked at her and Fliss nodded

“20 years this year.” She sighed “Hard to believe really. She was the first horse I ever owned, best one I could have hoped for.”

“How long do you think Mary has with Monty?” Frank asked, declining Fliss’ offer of a glass of water. “I mean till she outgrows him.” “She won’t” Fliss shook her head “I can still ride Monty, he’s a welsh cob. Chunky, she’ll be good with him until he drops. But I do think she’ll be looking for something a little more advanced as well in a couple of years, when Monty needs to slow down again, but we can cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Oh, great.” Frank rolled his eyes and Fliss laughed as she sat next to him.

“Behave, it’s not like it costs anything to keep another.” “I’m referring to the advanced bit.” Frank looked at her “Still scares the crap out of me when she sails over those damned fences.”

“She’s good at it.” Fliss shrugged “If she gets placed in the final competition next month she’s got third place over all. She wins it, then she’s gonna take second. Not to mention the fact that she’s basically already won the Junior Rider class. Not bad for a first season.”

Frank smiled proudly, but before he could say anything else the back door opened and Mary skipped inside, her voice carrying over the room.

“That’s just not true Poppa B and you know it!” She sing songed and Bill rolled his eyes as he carried Alex’s car chair inside.

“Is so.” He nodded “I know someone it happened to.”

“Nah ah!” she shook her head “When you swallow gum it can’t physically wrap around your ribs as when you eat it goes down to your stomach. It’s impossible.”

“Smart ass.” Bill chuckled as Fliss stood up, crossing the room.

“Hi!” she smiled, before she beamed down at Alex who grinned and started to thrash his legs and arms about at the sight of his momma, screeching. “Hi baby, I missed you!”

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Mary looked at Fliss who laughed, and pulled her into a hug.

“And you, dur!”

“You have a good time?” Frank asked as Mary flopped next to him.

“Yeah, we had fish tacos.” Mary smiled “They were well nice.” “Fish tacos.” Frank made an approving noise in his throat.

“Yeah and then we watched some more of The Mandalorian. And I had hot chocolate and went to bed.” Fliss, who now had Alex cradled in her arms, turned to face them both. “Sounds better than my night.” She quipped giving Frank a wink as he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh does it?”

“Why does something tell me I don’t wanna know?” Bill asked and Fliss turned to look at her dad, an innocent look on her face.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She chuckled “I just helped Frank with some stuff on the boat.”

“Sure you did.” Bill rolled his eyes before his eyes twinkled cheekily “Hope you scrubbed the deck afterwards.”

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You Will Find Me: Chapter. Seven

A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry that this chapter is late. Its been a very crazy few weeks at work. Getting new people, training them and getting a new assistant store manager.

Anyways, I hope all of you loves are doing well? And hope that you enjoy this chapter!

As always I want to thank @princessofdarkwinter for the beautiful banner and for betaing this! Love you!

Series Masterlist

Frank

Three months later

It was early morning as Frank got up for the day. He looked to the side to see that his fiancée wasn’t in bed. There were two options. 1. She went out for an early morning walk. It’s something that she does when Sarah needs to clear her mind. And since the episode three months ago. 2. Sarah could be at the Inn already, working in the bakery.

Frank grabbed his phone and called Sarah to ensure she was alright. But after three rings, it went to voicemail. Frowning, Frank called again, and the same thing happened. Fear crept up on him, and he quickly went to get changed. Running out the door, Frank went straight to the inn to see Diana at the front desk.

“Frank-“

“Diana, have you seen Sarah? I woke up this morning, and she wasn’t in bed.” Frank interrupted.

Diana looked at Frank and shrugged her shoulders, “I haven’t seen her all morning. Maybe she’s in the garden?”

Frank sighed and wiped his face with his hands. He left the front and headed outside. He began to look around the area, but she wasn’t there. Or anywhere.

He called Sarah again, but like before, Sarah never picked up. His fears turned into worries. Frank went back to the house and into the bedroom. He looked in the closet to ensure she didn’t leave. His heart calmed down when he saw her clothes were still there. But there was one thing that was missing.

Frank ran back to the front to see that her car was gone. Her car keys were gone. Frank quickly took his phone once more and sent a text.

Sarah honey, please pick up. I’m worried.

Hopefully, she gets it. Frank placed his phone back into his pocket and went to his truck. Her clothes and personal items are still at home, so he knows she probably went out to get some fresh air to calm her nerves. He got into his truck and drove to the dock, hoping to get some work done since panicking and worrying won’t get her to answer him. Probably getting his mind occupied with some work will help pass some time. As Frank arrived at the boating dock, he went to his office and took a seat. He sat there for a moment, and then his attention went to a picture frame of Sarah.

The photo was taken when Frank asked her on a date. It didn’t take much convincing on her part, knowing that her? She didn’t look pretty enough to be seen in public. Frank didn’t want to make it too fancy, so he took her to a local fair nearby and spent the day with her.

Her scars were still visible, but that didn’t stop him from falling for her.

Beep

Frank dropped the frame and went to grab his phone. But as he looked at the screen, it was Lewis, who was running late. Frank quickly replied and placed the phone down. Frank leaned back and looked towards the ceiling. His mind went a million miles a minute. And all he could think about was how worried he was now. This isn’t like her.

The day went on, and Frank still hadn’t heard from Sarah. He still tried to call her, but she didn’t pick up. Frank left the dock early and went into every place she went to every possible place that Sarah could have gone to. But so far, none has seen her. It was getting late, and Frank went back to the cottage. Frank thought she might be home as he drove. And to give Sarah some space. Who knows, but her car wasn’t home when he arrived.

It wasn’t until later in the night, when Frank woke up, to see that Sarah wasn’t home yet. Sighing, Frank got out of the bed and placed on some sweats and his hoodie. Then, Frank grabbed his keys, headed to the front, and was out the door. Frank drove to the boat house as he did, thinking she might be there. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling that she was.

There were times when she mentioned that something about the water in that area calmed her. Once he arrived, he noticed her car. He quickly got out and ran to his office.

But as he got there, he stopped dead. There she was, in his office.

“Sarah, honey? I was-“ Frank started as he strolled over to her. Sarah stood up quickly, and Frank stopped.

“Don’t come near me,” Sarah said. Frank looked at her, confused until he looked down.

Sarah

Tossing and turning the whole night, Sarah couldn’t sleep. She stopped watching dramas for a while, hoping to clear her mind, but it didn’t help for the past month or so since her last episode. Like always, Sarah would snap out of it and move on. But this time, it’s different. The lingering images that come to her stay in her mind. She tried hard to let it go, convincing herself that it was just images.

So early in the morning, as Frank was still asleep, Sarah got out of bed quietly, got herself ready, and headed out. She didn’t know where, but this was something that she needed. To be left alone and do some thinking. She was debating on telling Frank about it but knowing him, and he wouldn’t let her go if she told him. And this is something that she needs to do.

Grabbing her jacket from the closet and her keys, Sarah walked out the door and headed to her car. As she drove away from the Inn, Sarah decided to go wherever.

For as long as she lived in Martha’s Vineyard, there were places she hadn’t been to. Or places she hasn’t been to in a long time. As she drove, Sarah remembered a bakery she and Frank would go to when the Inn was built.

They had the best croissants, cookies, and scones. It’s been a while, and just her luck, the bakery was still there and opened. Sarah decided to take the food and went to find a place to have a little picnic by the beach. She ordered a smoked salmon sandwich with a salad and some iced tea, sweet treats, a Cinnamon Scone, and Fresh Fruit Croissant.

As she drove, her phone rang. Frank's name appeared in front of the screen on her dashboard. Sighing, she pressed the red button and continued to drive. Frank called a few more times, and she just ignored them all. As much as it hurt, Sarah wanted to be alone. She then decided to turn off the phone overall to avoid looking at it and getting herself distracted.

Five minutes into the drive, Sarah found a beach and parked to the side. Grabbing a blanket from the trunk of her car, Sarah walked towards the sand and found a spot just close enough to her car. There weren’t many people, which is a good thing.

Sarah inhaled the fresh salty air, bringing a smile to herself. But as she watched the water roll in and out on the beach, something in her ignited. A sense of familiarity came to her. Images came flowing into her mind. She tried to push them away, but they all just kept coming. She wore a beautiful dress with a veil down to her mid-back. A red-haired woman was in it and stood in front of her holding her hand and saying something she could not hear. Sarah looked around to see that the images in her mind were the same as the place she was in.

“What is wrong with me?!” Sarah asked as she couldn’t figure out what was happening. But something in her hand, in the images, struck something. They were rings, an engagement, and a wedding band. It's like a puzzle, one piece falling into its place, but there were still some missing pieces she could not figure out where they were. Frowning, Sarah recognized them. But then quickly remembered that they were lost in moving to the new house.

But something didn’t add up. Sarah shook her head, got up from the sand, and took the blanket with her. Along with the food she bought. Wrapping the blanket around her, she began to walk, hoping it would clear her mind and get the images out of her head.

It worked for a little bit as she thought of Frank on how he does the trivial things for her. But it was all short-lived, as those memories started to fade away and the stranger with the beard came to place. The figure looks familiar, but everything still seems blurred. Sarah paused for a minute as she looked around. She noticed an older couple walking on the opposite side of her, holding hands and talking as she felt a sense of happiness and warmth.

The homes around the area brought her an intense sense of familiarity. She’s been here before, but this time it’s different. And she felt like she belonged here.

As the day continued, she felt tired from the walking and noticed the sun was setting; Sarah found herself driving to the boating docks and where Frank’s office was. She didn’t know why she was there, but something in her told her to be there. Ever since the image of the rings came up, something in her felt like telling her something like a message. Luckily, Lewis was gone for the day, and Frank’s car wasn’t there.

Walking into his office, Sarah turned on the lights and sat at his desk. She sat there for a moment and looked around. There were photos of her with Frank and a few by herself, smiling happily. As she looked around, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Papers were sticking out of the drawer. Frowning, Sarah tried to open the drawer, but it was locked. She tried pulling it, but it didn’t work.

She then remembered hearing Lewis mentioning using a lock picking tool. She entered his toolbox, found it, and returned it to the drawer. After a few times to unlock it, she heard a click. Sarah took a deep breath, and her hand reached toward the handle as her hand was trembling. She doesn't know why she felt nervous as she pulled it open. To her, it's like a pandora's box, not knowing what to expect when she looks inside.

After moving some documents around and flipping through them, a thick manila folder with her name on it caught her attention. But as she picked it up, without realizing it was open, the folder slipped out of her hand, and the contents fell out. Cursing to herself, Sarah got out of the chair and picked up the papers. As she did, something made her heart stop. Sarah then took a seat, back onto the chair, and placed all the documents down. She looked at all of them, and the more she did, the more she became confused.

Sarah didn’t know why she made the headlines. She wasn’t famous or anything. Sarah knew she had been involved in a severe car crash. But that was all she knew and nothing more. But something else caught her attention from the corner of her eye. She turned her head to see a small red box. She quickly grabbed it and immediately recognized it. Sarah opened it and saw her ring. These were the rings she wore when she got into that severe car accident and the ones that showed up in her images earlier.

Then looking into the wedding band, she saw some writing.

ASB

6/13/14

Putting down the rings, Sarah looked more into the articles in front of her. Sarah couldn’t remember back then what those letters and numbers meant. But right now, she knew they meant something vital since they appeared in her mind.

As she read through the papers, she noticed the dates on them. She took her phone out and went to the YouTube app. Channel 7 News, Newton. YouTube 7/13 was the first thing that popped up. Sarah watched and began to frown. She didn’t recognize anyone in the video asking about the missing Sarah. The only one that stood out was the girl with red hair and light skin. And that’s because she was in her images a few times.

But the more Sarah watched, the more she felt a connection. She paused the video as she tried to let the information sink in. Something was off, and she knew Frank wasn’t telling her the whole truth.

The door burst open, and Sarah looked up as she saw the man who claimed to love her standing there. As she got up and backed away.

Don’t come near me,” Sarah said. Frank looked at her, confused, until he looked down, seeing the drawer open and the documents on the table.

Steve Rogers

For the past three months, after Andy and Jessie called off the wedding. Andy has been on a mission. And that mission was to find his Sarah. Steve knew his best friend well, and he knew that Andy never got over her. Andy loved her so much and the same with her. By seeing them together, Andy and Sarah were very much in love. There wasn’t a dry eye at their wedding.

Andy, the big headshot DA, and Steve, the ADA. When Andy told him that night three months ago, Steve decided to help him out. After all, they both work together. Steve’s specialty is going undercover and finding the truth, and he’s mighty good at it. His wife and Sarah’s best friend also work in the department, and she does the research.

It was late at night, and Steve was at Andy’s home in Martha’s Vineyard. They were both working on another case when his phone beeped. Steve excused himself and took a step outside.

Nat: Steve, I found something.

Steve: What is it?

Nat: I found some helpful information. The photos that Andy found at the Inn three years ago have a match.

Two days later, Steve and his wife Nat found themselves in front of Adler’s Bed and Breakfast Inn, and they were able to get rooms at the last minute. Pulling up the gravel, Steve parked the car and looked at his wife.

“Does Andy know about this?” Nat asked. Steve sighed and looked at his wife.

“I only told him I had a hunch and needed to look to be sure. So I told him we would check it out and for him not to make any moves until he heard from us.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s find out if this is our Sarah or just another trick the gods are playing on Andy,” Nat said as they got out and grabbed their bags.

They walked in as the young lady greeted them at the front desk,

“Welcome to Adler’s Bed and Breakfast Inn. You must be the Roger’s,” Diana said with a smile as Nat and Steve looked at each other and back to the lady at the desk with a smile.

#Andy Baber #andy barber x ofc #andy barber angst #Frank Adler x OFC #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans character fanfiction

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Riding Free

One Shot: Seeing Red

Summary: Frank struggles to deal with the fact Mary is growing up

Warnings: adult themes throughout (18+) Smut, NSFW. Discussions about puberty and adulthood (specifically women). Bad language.

A/N: they’re back!!!! Thanks to my beta @spectre-posts for reading this over!

Riding Free Masterlist // Main Masterlist

April 2023

Frank shut the door to his truck with a groan and cracked his neck. It had been a long ass day, from shuffling rotas around to cover an unexpected absence to mucking in with a particularly awkward engine filter repair. He glanced over, the yard was quiet and he could just see Monty and Cleo in one of the fields in the distance, clearly out for the night. He frowned a little; he was sure Fliss had said Mary wanted to ride that night when she came home from school. With a shrug of his shoulders, he grabbed his kit bag and made his round the back of the house.

“Honey, I’m home!” He called with a grin as he stepped in through the back door. He was greeted with a hello back, followed by the tip tap of Thor’s nails across the laminate and a loud yell from Alex.

“Daddy!”

Frank tossed his bag to the floor and walked through to the kitchen, grinning as he swung Alex into the air.

“Hey, Bean.” He chuckled, bringing him back down to settle on his hip. “You have a good day at nursery?”

“Not nursery, it’s school!” Alex corrected and Frank nodded.

“Of course,” he agreed, inwardly smiling at how much the three year old wanted to be like his soon to be thirteen year old elder sister. “That’s what I meant.”

“I pwayed in the sand pit and hads snacks.”

“Sounds like you had a busy day.” He kissed his son's cheek and made his way over to where Fliss and Mary were settled on the couch. He frowned a little as he saw Mary was snuggled up to Fliss, a blanket covering her legs. Fliss, who was gently running her hand through their daughter’s hair, turned to face him and smiled.

“Hey, Sailor.” She gave him a quick kiss as he bent down.

“Hey. You okay, Stack?”

A non-comital noise of acknowledgement came from the pre-teen who didn’t even look at him. He opened his mouth to make some sarcastic comment back, but Fliss gently shook her head and he stopped.

“Not feeling great, are you sweetheart?” Fliss merely replied. Mary shrugged.

“Okay…” Frank merely raised his eyebrows.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?” Frank looked at Alex as his small hand was fiddling with the chain round his neck.

“We does Legos?”

“Yeah, we can play Lego.” Frank nodded, “let me shower first and then once I’ve had dinner we can play for a little while before bedtime.”

Alex beamed and kissed his cheek before Frank set him down. He headed off to the seat next to Mary and scrambled up besides her. She smiled at him as he lay down, his head resting against her.

“Is okay, May-May.” He looked at her, his little nickname making her chuckle a little, “mommy always makes fings feels better.”

“Okay, I need to check on dinner.” Fliss stated, and Mary sat up, “do you need anything?”

“No thanks, mom.”

Fliss stood up and Mary settled herself back down against the sofa. Frank followed Fliss to the kitchen, a questioning expression on his face.

“What-“

“Not now.” Fliss spoke softly, “I’ll explain later, if she doesn’t. Don’t push her though. It’s nothing bad just…”

Frank frowned, torn between demanding to know what was done and also not wanting to pry. He’d always tried to give Mary her space when possible.

“Nothing wrong with school is it?”

“No.” Fliss assured him.

“Alright, I won’t ask. Do you need a hand with dinner?”

“No, I got it.” Fliss winked, “go shower. It’ll be done by the time you are. Oh, you haven’t forgotten it’s Tuesday have you? I need to nip back to the yard at seven for two hours as I have the weekly evening lessons to do so…”

“No, I haven’t.” Frank kissed her cheek.

After a quick shower, Frank came down to dinner. Mary, although a little quiet, ate a good helping of the chicken parm Fliss had made before she retreated up to her room after being excused from her chore of stacking the dishwasher.

Once she was out of the way, Frank cleared the plates and as he rinsed them off he turned to Fliss.

“Okay, what’s the deal?”

“I got a call this afternoon to go collect her from school.” Fliss looked at him, holding her hand up to stop him interjecting, “she had a bad stomach ache. We got home, and then we found out she started her period.”

"Oh." Frank nodded, "that's uh,”

“Yeah,” Fliss arched a brow.

"How is she?" Frank wondered, suddenly immensely thankful he had Fliss for this stage in life, despite feeling old as hell now that his niece or adopted daughter whom he'd raised since six months old was now embarking on womanhood.

“She was…I don’t know.” Fliss took a deep breath. “It’s not like she didn’t know this would happen but it is very early. I mean she’s only just about to turn thirteen. She hasn’t said much, just took some painkillers and then helped me with the horses before we came back and snuggled up in front of the tv. Thing is, she’s so matter of fact when she knows I’m on…I’m…I dunno, I’m just not sure what’s going on in her head.”

"You know when she's ready she'll come to you. She's probably just as shocked as we are."

“Yeah,” Fliss bit her lip and then looked at her watch. “Shoot, I gotta go and get prepped. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t mention anything to Stack unless she does to you, okay? I spoke to the school they said she can do her work from home tomorrow. She’s already ahead which is no surprise so they’re not bothered.”

Frank nodded his head and sighed as Fliss pecked him and left.

His little girl, his Stack. Time was not being kind to him at the moment and a part of him wanted to go back to the beginning.Part of him wanted that baby girl back where it was just the two of them figuring it out. But that time was tough too, and he wouldn't change his life now. Not for anything.

With a groan, he dropped his hands to his hips and turned to see Alex watching him from over the back of the sofa.

“What have I told you about standing up on there?” He asked, brow arched.

The little boy just grinned and laughed with a big giggle as he stared at his dad.

“Alex…” Frank warned. “Sofas are for sitting on, not standing on. Butt on the cushion, now.”

Alex flopped down with a laugh as if it were a game.

“Pain in my ass,” Frank grumbled to himself and looked down at Fred who was winding himself through his legs. “You can get lost too, I know you’ve been fed already.”

"Daddy, yous mad?" Alex asked with his chin on the spine of the couch, clearly on his knees now.

“No, bean” Frank smiled at him, “now, do you still wanna play Lego?”

"Yep!"

“Okay, bath first then Lego for a little while before bed.”

"Otay!“

“Good stuff, race you to the bathroom…”

"Can'ts catch me!" Alex yelled as he ran as fast as his little legs would take him.

Frank followed behind, watching his son as he got to the stairs, instructing him to be careful. Alex reached the top and ran across the hall to the bathroom, but the door was locked.

“Mary?” Frank tapped on the door gently, “you in there, sweetheart?”

"Uh, yeah." Mary called back. "Where's Mom?“

“She’s working for a few hours,” Frank replied, “do you err, do you need something or…”

"Uh, no, I mean…yeah," she groaned. Frank heard shuffling and the door cracked open. "Can you get me some new underwear and pj bottoms?" Mary asked, her eyes welling and her cheeks blushing from embarrassment.

Frank felt a swoop in the pit of his stomach, a pang of sympathy at the look on her face and he nodded.

“Run yourself a bath, and I’ll pop them on the side. Promise I won’t look okay?”

Mary sniffed, "Okay."

Then Frank looked down at Alex, "you take a bath in Mommy's tub tonight, Pal."

Alex ignored him as he looked at his sister. “May May, why yous cry?”

"I'm okay, I just don't feel good." Mary replied.

“Yous sick?”

"Sorta."

“Enough with the questions,” Frank placed a hand on Alex’s head and turned him round. “Go find your pyjamas.”

“Deys in my draws!” Alex stated as he started walking across the hall, “I cants open them!” He stopped and turned to look at Frank, hands on his little hips.

"Jesus you are your mother," he snorted. "Give me a minute to help Mary."

“I wants my horsey jammies, pwease daddy.” Alex stated before he turned and headed into his room.

"Right," Frank made a mental note and went into Mary's room.

He dug through her drawers, found a pair of purple checked pajama bottoms, and just in case grabbed the matching top. He then found her a pair of panties before he headed back to the bathroom.

True to his word, he opened the door and reached inside, his face turned away as he dropped them into the counter.

“Thanks, dad.” came the meek reply.

"Sure thing, Stack." He closed the door again and headed into Alex’s room to find his son giggling as he was on the floor, covered by his duvet.

"Alex..... Alex, where'd you go?" Frank played along.

Another little giggle.

"Alex?" He looked in the closet. "Alex?" He looked under the bed.

“Raaaaar!” Alex whipped the duvet off his head, roaring loudly.

Frank gave a fake yelp of fright and dropped to his knees. Alex dived on him, tackling him backwards and the pair of them fell to the floor, Alex cackling as they wrestled around, Frank laughing as Alex attempted to pin him down.

Fits and fits of giggles and Frank's deep laugh filled the boy's room up until it felt like the walls around them shook. For a moment growing old and Mary growing up was forgotten.

“Daddy, d’ya give?” Alex cackled and a stray, sock clad foot dug into Franks gut, making him grunt and huff out a breath.

“Yeah, yeah I give!” Frank lay flat on the floor, surrendering. Starfished and panting heavily, Frank chuckled as Alex laid on top of him, a light but dead weight across his chest.

"Can I has my trucks in my bafs?"

“Course you can, Bean.” Frank leaned up and kissed his auburn hair. “Grab the ones you want.”

In a matter of minutes, Alex had his trucks and Frank had collected his night clothes, the youngest Adler leading the way to the master en-suite where Fliss' bath awaited. Frank turned on the water, poured in some of Fliss’ bubble bath and Alex grinned.

“You’s naughty, that’s mommy’s.” He giggled.

"For you, I doubt she'd care," Frank snorted.

“That’s coz I’m mommy’s bestest boy.”

“You are.” Frank chuckled, as he knelt down. “And what’s Mary?”

“Her bestest girl!”

“Smaht guy.” Frank nodded, “arms up, bud.”

Alex obliged and Frank pulled his t-shirt over his head. “And what’s daddy?”

“Her sailor!”

"And Mommy's my...."

"Cowgirl!"

Frank grinned as Alex stepped out of his little denim shorts and leaned over to look at the water in the tub. “I gets in now!”

"Yep, in you go!"

Frank helped Alex climb in and then settled down with a groan on the floor of the bathroom, watching as Alex entertained himself. His back and knees were aching from the days work and his run that morning, making him feel every one of his forty-two years of age.

“Daddy’s getting old, bud.” He sighed out as Alex dropped one of his toys into the water, splashing him a little.

"Yous nots old, Grandmother olds."

At that Frank laughed loudly, “I’ll tell her you said that.”

Alex's eyes grew wide, "No Frank!"

Frank arched his brow, “what you gonna give me to keep my mouth shut?”

"Nuggles forever?"

“You got yourself a deal.” Frank held his hand out and Alex grinned and shook it.

“Nanny isn’t old.” he continued with his three year old worldly observations.

“No. What about Pappa B?”

Alex pondered. “Hmm a bits.”

Frank laughed, "oh bud, you have no idea."

A timid voice cleared their throat and Mary appeared in the doorway. "Dad..."

Frank turned and smiled, “hey, sweetie. What’s up?”

"My uh, my... Can I have some more medicine? It's hurting really bad again and I just want to go to bed.”

“Yeah, hang on.” He pushed himself up off the floor, “keep your eye on him and I’ll just grab you some from the cabinet.” He moved to the door and stopped, pressing a kiss to Mary’s head before he wandered down to the kitchen. He grabbed the Advil and headed back up the stairs, passing her the box. “Keep them on your nightstand just in case.”

"Okay, thanks Dad. I love you," Mary wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed. "Sorry if this is weird."

“Mary, honey, it’s not weird.” Frank chuckled as he hugged her back, “it’s part of life, sucks but…” he pulled back and cupped her face, “just means you’re growing up. Far too quickly for my liking. Next you’ll be into boys and dating…” he wrinkled his nose, “or girls…or…actually, whatever floats your boat but the point still stands”.

"It's weird for me and really gross."

Frank looked at her for a moment, “look, I can’t pretend I know what you feel like, because clearly, being a man I lack ovaries and a vagina…” At that Mary scoffed and he winked, “but I do know what it’s like to have certain parts of your body do things you can’t control…” he took a deep breath, before he shook his head, “look, that’s…well, the point I’m trying to make is that you shouldn’t feel like that. It’s nothing to feel freaked about but I get it. You are very young for this to start but…” he shrugged, “you always have been a fast developer mentally, guess physically you are too.”

“Whassa vir-jiy-na?” A little voice asked from the tub.

Mary sputtered a laugh before she howled, "oh my God!"

Frank groaned, “your mom is gonna kill me.”

****

By the time Fliss had finished and locked the yard up for the night it was half nine. With a last check around, she whistled to Thor and the two of them made their way back over to the house. As she walked in, Frank looked up from where he was sat watching TV and smiled.

“All good?”

“Yeah,” Fliss smiled, “they’re well attended classes. I’m thinking of putting another few on, maybe another night but I need to sit and work it out, see if it suits us both.”

Frank shrugged, “if there’s demand, honey, we can work it.”

Fliss beamed and moved to give him a quick kiss. “I’m gonna shower and I’ll be right down. Pour me a glass of wine will you?”

“What did your last slave die of?” Frank teased, his lips brushing hers and Fliss chuckled.

“Keep going and you’ll find out.”

Frank snorted as she left the room, his eyes following her until she was out of sight. Her first stop was Alex’s room. The little boy was fast asleep, snuggled up to his stuffed dog as he lay on his side. Fliss gently rearranged his duvet a little before she kissed his head and then made her way to Mary’s room.

She tapped on the door and Mary told her to come in.

“Hey, babe. How you feeling?” Fliss asked, crossing the newly carpeted floor within the freshly painted room and perched on the side of the double bed. They’d redecorated a few weeks or so ago after Mary had requested a little more grown up decor in her space. It had killed Frank, but of course he’d said yes, the room hadn’t been done since they’d moved in before Alex was born. His nursery had also undergone an overhaul when he’d outgrown his crib so it was inevitable Mary would also follow suit as she too was fast growing up.

“I’m okay,” she looked up from the book she was reading. “Dad gave me some medicine and then made me a hot chocolate and a heat pack.”

“Yeah, he’s good like that.” Fliss smiled, “so you talked to him then?”

“Sorta…I had an…accident, needed to change.” Mary looked down at her hands and Fliss took a deep breath.

“Shit happens, Stack. Being a woman sucks sometimes, but don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll soon become just one of those things and… there are some upsides, too.” She dropped her voice conspiratorially and Mary looked at her.

“Like what?”

“Well, for a week you basically get to be a moody madam and slob on a sofa, eating junk during your free time and get someone to wait on you hand and foot.”

Mary grinned and then sighed, “I just…it doesn’t matter.”

“Hey,” Fliss gently cupped her face, “it does, talk to me.”

“It’s gross, and there…it feels dirty.”

“It’s not, honey. It’s just normal. As long as you take showers it’s not an issue. And, well, when you get older there are things you can try other than pads that mean it doesn’t even come out so to speak. Tampons, like what I use.”

“What if I…you know, the pad leaks…during the night or at school or…”

“During the night, so what?” Fliss shrugged, “your bedding will wash if needs be, so will your clothes. And as for the other issue, well we make sure you have a spare few things in your school bag, and you can always call me and your dad or tell one of your teachers, you like Mrs Green, she will understand.”

Mary sniffed and nodded. Then she looked at Fliss, “none of my friends have…you know…”

“Sometimes that’s just how it works.” Fliss shrugged, “you can’t compare yourself, sweetheart, everyone is different.” Mary nodded again and Fliss smiled. “Do you need anything else before I go for a shower?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you some more pads in your bathroom cupboard and tomorrow we can go stock up on your own supplies, okay?”

“Okay, thanks mom.”

“You’re welcome,” Fliss stood up and kissed Mary’s head. “Sweet dreams, Stack.”

Fifteen minutes later, a freshly showered Fliss headed downstairs in a pair of sleep shorts and a cami and flopped down next to Frank, who nodded to a full glass of wine on the table.

“Thank you,” she sighed, leaning over to pick it up. Frank automatically raised his arm so she could snuggle up next to him. His fingers gently ran up and down her bare arm. “So, Mary said she talked to you.”

“Yeah.” Frank took a pull from his beer. “She apologised to me for it being weird.” He shook his head. “I mean, I told her it wasn’t but…it is. Not because she’s started but…she’s so young, Lissy!”

"Oh Sailor," Fliss chuckled. "I know. I felt the same way when they called me."

“How old were you when…”

“Fifteen.” Fliss sipped her wine, “I had a good few years on her.”

"So is this abnormal?"

"God no, Babs was twelve. It's a bit of a wide range."

“Fuck, I wouldn’t be a woman if you paid me.”

"Well you’d make an ugly one so..."

“Screw you,” he looked at Fliss as she laughed.

"Awe don't pout," she soothed. "Look, Mary is just fine. It'll take some time to get in a regular routine with it all, it's sporadic the first few times, but eventually she and I can make sure she knows how to be prepared for when the next comes. I'll take her to the store tomorrow to pick up some stuff of her own. Try to make it a little fun for her."

“How can you make that fun?” Frank arched a brow.

Fliss again chuckled, "picking out her own stuff, answering any questions she has. Being open as possible. Joking with her as we go about it."

Frank wrinkled his nose as he took another slug of beer. “Sounds…great,” his tone was laced with sarcasm.

"Boys, never get it, only want it when the shops open."

“Oh…you did not…” Frank twisted to look at Fliss as she smirked up at him, “that’s a damned lie, Felicity Adler and you know it.”

"Kiss me, Sailor," Fliss winked.

“No, I don’t think I wanna…” Frank teased, a pout on his lips.

"Don't be a crotchety old man, it's unbecoming." She tugged on his tee.

“Stop calling me old!”

"Hey, hey, hey," Fliss sat up and set her wine down on the table. "I'm only teasing. What's got you so bothered?"

“Honestly? I don’t…I don’t know. Just hit me before. They’re both growing up so fahkin’ fast. I mean Alex before, he told me off because I told him to pick some pajamas and he can’t reach the drawer. The way he looked at me, it was like he was a ninety year old man. And then my knees and back were all screwy when I watched him in the bath…and Mary…” he groaned.

"Oh Frankie...." Fliss sighed.

“You know, I’m glad we didn’t decide to have another after him. Not sure my old bones would cope now.”

"Francis...." Fliss scolded. "Stop it. You are not old, my dad, your mum, they're old. We're just getting older. I'm not a spring chicken myself, baby."

At that Frank recalled what Alex had said and let out a chuckle, “you know, Alex said that before. He told me ‘grandmother is old’. Nearly pissed myself laughing.”

Fliss couldn't hide her grin, nor the loud laugh that escaped as she sputtered at first then roared in laughter loudly.

Frank grinned, “he then told me that Nanny isn’t old, but Papa B is a bit. I swear, you know they’re not technically siblings but he’s so damned like Mary was at his age, a fucking answer to everything.”

"It's the Adler in them, they don't have to be blood siblings to figure that out." She now said with a chuckle.

“Oh, I dunno. You’re a smart ass too.”

Fliss' eyes narrowed at Frank. "You're hilarious," she mocked.

Frank popped a shoulder, “truth hurts, sweetheart.”

With her wine back in her hand, Fliss took a big sip then sighed, "all jokes aside, it is true."

“What is?”

"We are getting older, but we're in the best part of our lives, Frank. We're together, we have two beautiful children and our dream home and the yard....despite feeling tired and worn out, I'm the happiest I could be."

Frank smiled and looked at Fliss, her brown eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. “Me too, cowgirl.”

"Now, gimme a kiss." She said softly as she placed her wine back down.

“So damned bossy…” Frank rolled his eyes as he smirked, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

“Hmmm,” Fliss hummed as he pulled away, “I got something that’ll keep you feeling young.”

“Yeah?” Frank asked as he watched Fliss’ move so she was straddling him, her knees pressing into the couch either side of his hips, “what’s that?”

Fliss grinned, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders, “see if you can work it out.”

She gave a little toll of her hips, pushing down on his crotch and Frank grunted. “Okay, think I figured it out.”

Fliss rocked a little, forward and back, teasing him a little as she laid her hands over Frank’s as they rested on her hips. A low rumble vibrated in his lips and she grinned.

“Like that, huh?”

“You know I do.”

“Still feel old?”

“A little,” Frank’s hands squeezed at her waist, his fingers feeling at the strip of skin between her cami and pajama shorts as she pushed down against him, this time a little harder.

“What about now?” She leaned over and nipped at the short beard on his chin.

“Better…”

At that Fliss leaned back and pulled off her cami, revealing her soft and supple breasts to him, and Frank groaned. “Now?”

“Getting there”

She took his hands, slid them slowly up the curves of her body, guiding them to her boobs. The pads of his thumbs brushed her nipples and she sighed, her eyes flashing brightly. As his hands started slowly teasing and toying, in a way she new she liked, her right hand slid down his body, slipping into the hand of his sleep pants.

“And now?”

“Like a twenty-one-year-old,” he smirked and Fliss chuckled, leaning down to kiss him. As she did, she pulled his length free from his pants, her hand twisting and pulling gently, teasing him to full hardness which didn’t take her long.

His mouth trailed up her neck, his hands still at her breasts. Fliss moaned a little as his lips nipped at that spot behind her ear, his right hand slipping down, fingers gliding along her thigh. They crept over and round to her core, cupping her heat the rough the thin material, before he moved them to one side. “Fuck, baby. So wet…”

“Yeah…you…” she groaned as his fingers found her clit, “you still got moves for an old man…”

Frank snorted as she kissed him, tilting her body forward as her hand pushed her shorts further to the side. As she sat back, she sighed as she felt his head slipping through her folds.

In a slow, deliberate action she sank back, taking him in fully, watching as his head tilted back. A soft sigh escaped his mouth as his hands cupped her ass.

Frank simply let her take the lead, his eyes on her as she used their thighs to ride him. She went slow. Measured, deliberate rolls of her pelvis has him brushing all the right spots inside her, and there was a delightful friction against her clit.

As she started to rise and fall, the heat in the pool of his and started to burn. He gave a grunt, fingers digging into her flesh, the muscles in his neck straining as he faithful to control himself.

“Thassit, cowgirl.” His words where a grunted whisper, voice low and gravelly and Fliss groaned.

“Frank, please touch me.”

“Whatchu want, Mama?”

She took his hands and placed them back on her boobs again. Frank began rubbing and squeezing, in the way he knew she loved before he tilted upwards, his tongue flicking and lapping at her nipples as his large arm scooped around her back.

“Jesus, Frank….” She panted, “don't stop please don't stop.”

Her hips became to pick up speed, Frank growling against her chest, “yeah, right there, baby.”

“Fuck…Frankie, I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum…don’t stop…”

Frank grunted as he nipped at the underneath of her breast, his hand still toying with her nipple and he felt her tremble in his lap. She groaned, her head tilting back as she panted his name and he felt her walls squeezing him when her orgasm washed over her.

“Lissy…fuck…” Frank was right behind her, his hips driving upwards as he felt his balls squeeze. With a grunts and a deep thrust upwards he came, a few more shallow pumps into her finishing him off.

Sagging back against the couch, Frank sighed, his hands still holding her to him as her face buried into his neck.

“How you feel now?” She muttered, kissing his skin gently.

Frank chuckled, “good…good, baby.” Fliss pulled back to look at him, and he brushed her hair back off her face. “Love you, cowgirl”

“Love you more, sailor.”

“Shall we agree to disagree?” Frank chuckled and Fliss laughed.

“Very mature of you, Frankie. Of course, mature is just another word for old…”

At that his eyebrow flicked up, “fuck you.”

“Again?” She wiggled her hips and Frank grunted a little before he grinned.

“Gimme five minutes…”

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