You could tell I was a bad seed from minute one, huh? [ It wouldn't have been a small feat, considering all he'd had to go on was the sound of her voice; he's made no secret of the fact that he'd considered her a handful from the second they met and that was long before their banter had adopted undertones of more-than-friendly intention, but the sound of his laugh brings a smile to her face, the both of them seeming to lose themselves in that what-if scenario. ]
I mean, I was definitely already doing the sneaking out part, but if I'd had that bad boy waiting to meet up with me for some late-night fun? Shit, I would've broken curfew every night ending in Y.
[ She's not so sure she's mellowed out completely from the wildest heyday of her misguided youth, occasional bursts of recklessness still finding their way into her present-day decision-making, but his admission that he'd veered closer to the straight and narrow prompts the curious quirking of her mouth as she steals the joint back from him again, already starting to feel the effects settle into her limbs like some kind of weightlessness. ]
Oh, yeah? So you're saying I would've been the one doing the corrupting then, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes? [ Another slow inhale, another measured exhale, and she relaxes further into the blankets. ] Yeah, that sounds about right to me, too.
Only took a few seconds. [ it's strange now to look back at that meeting with the extent of affection that he does now, still recalling the way he'd rolled his eyes so consistently with such authenticity rather than the way he does it now with such an obvious air of playfulness. he'd been so urgent in trying to leave then, to get out of this town and not get so friendly with other residents here, local or accidental, and her insistence for conversation was one of the biggest thorns at all.
still, he has to wonder, if under different circumstances, if in a different town, a different time, he'd still end up inevitably looking at her with the same adoration in his eyes as he does now. ]
Can't say I was innocent or anything, but β [ he breathes a laugh, imagining the sort of idea she's forming in her head now of a younger frank castle. ] But, y'know, I was, let's just say, more of an optimistic romantic. Spent summer afternoons, beneath the shade of tree, guitar in hand, serenading Springsteen tunes as all the cute girls walked on by.
Damn it. And here I was trying to maintain the element of surprise. [ She punctuates her pretend disappointment with a small laugh, the end of the joint loosely trailing smoke as she keeps it propped between her fingers β though she doesn't elect to take another hit from it right away, the beginnings of the high creeping over her, similar to the sensation of sinking into a hot bath. First, her limbs are flooded with heat, and then after that, if she stays still enough, it starts to feel like the world is gently tilting off its axis. ]
Mmm. You were one of those, huh? Strumming the strings, playing for the ladies? [ And then it occurs to her that she has seen a guitar at his place, even though it's always been resting in its stand while she's there. ]
Shame you didn't bring it with you. I could've been treated to an outdoor concert of my very own. [ She rolls over to stretch out across the truck bed on her stomach, bare feet dangling in the air behind her, and offers him the joint instead. ] I've already got my VIP seat right here.
It worked its charm every now and again. [ the serenading had only partially worked on maria, who in turn had simply criticized him; it was enough to win his heart instantly, though. the way the smoke moves within him eases his muscles for the briefest moment, he loses himself in the memory, eyes dazed for the span of seconds before he blinks back out of it.
as he comes to realize he has yet to play a tune for wynonna, he chuckles softly, shaking his head. ] I don't know. I think I might be out of practice. Can't risk getting my heart broken when you go tossing tomatoes.
[ with a crack of a wider grin in her direction, he accepts the joint from her hand, guiding it back to his lips where he takes an even deeper breath, filling his lungs with the heat of it. with a slight wheeze, while keeping his breath in, he speaks between his teeth, ] C'mere. [ though he's the one who moves, rolling onto his side so he can lean into her, lips moving close to press to hers with a light brushing, not for a kiss, but to exhale the smoke from his mouth into hers. ]
Oh, yeah? Charmed your way into a few pairs of pants that way? [ She's grinning at her own humor, head limply dropping down between her shoulders before she snaps up again to catch him looking reflective, almost like he's lost thinking about a specific moment in particular β but as soon as it happens, he's back out of it and here with her again, and she presses her lips together as his gaze finds hers. ]
That would imply I'd have any within reach to start with, and we both know I'm not the kind of person who keeps fresh produce around. [ There's a half-truth in that, at least; ever since he started coming around the farmhouse more, her fridge is significantly more stocked than it had been BF (Before Frank), and she's often surprised each time she opens the door to find it filled with a wider array of groceries than she's used to seeing.
She's close enough to make out his features in the growing darkness; they've turned the key in the truck's ignition just enough to keep the headlights on, the stereo tuned to Deerington's lone radio station and the windows rolled down to give them a soundtrack for stargazing, and when he beckons for her she rolls into him with a giddy chuckle, lips lightly skimming his before parting to inhale those curling tendrils of smoke β but then she lingers in to kiss him while holding her breath, stealing a soft peck from his mouth before she tucks her head in on his shoulder and discretely exhales toward the night sky. ]
Mmm, you're not such an innocent after all, I think.
[ it's a simple kiss that follows, the light graze of her lips meeting his in soft simplicity and yet warming him in tune with the smoke exchanged between their mouths. there's little way to tell if it's a growing effect of the high or merely her that takes its effects, but when she tucks her head to his shoulders, he finds himself drawn in to the notion of simply being close to her. ]
Never said anything about innocent.
[ when he leans in now, it's to nestle his face to the curviture where neck joins with shoulder, nose brushing over her strap to allow him room to roam his lips down to her collar bone. there's no intent in it, no means to lure the kiss into something else altogether, but he still lingers there with a parted mouth for a few passing moments, content with the nautral scent of her, breathing it in as easily as the drug.
he peppers a final kiss to her skin before drawing himself away onto his back against the blanket, arm tucked beneath his head with a sly smile spread across his mouth when he hands the joint back over. ] You taste nice.
[ She hasn't shied away from being closer to him in recent weeks; the aftermath of the mayhem that had run through the town had sort of been defined by them finding a way back to each other, a tentative distance that had gradually and slowly closed again, and these days she reaches for him without even thinking twice about it, her occasional stops by the diner always wrapped up by a quick, parting kiss even with others in their midst.
But tonight has a different kind of haze over it, that looseness in her limbs meaning that she's more pliant against him and way easier to maneuver, her head tipping back against the blankets when he ducks his face against her neck, his breath warm as he gently parts lips across her clavicle. She hums deeply, fingers snaking a hold around his forearm for a grip that doesn't seek to draw him in but wordlessly encourages the contact anyway before he rolls back again. ]
Sure that's not the weed talking? [ She takes it back from him, pinching what's left between thumb and forefinger, and sneaks a quick hit before propping herself up onto her knees, swinging one over his lap to perch herself there in a casual straddling with a giddy grin slowly widening the shape of her mouth β but she's leaning down to him, hair falling forward over her shoulders when she veers away from his mouth to nudge her nose against the fullness of his beard. ]
I don't think I've told you how much I like this. [ She offers a sliding nuzzle there, her cheek skimming his to punctuate the sensation with a teasing nip at his earlobe. ] You better not get any ideas 'bout shaving it off.
[ there was a time he'd tried to back out of this, in realizing that the part of him that's frank castle, that's the punisher, wasn't merely lying dormant and still threatened to surface in ways that would inevitably be dangerous to anyone who remained close to him. but wynonna's persistence had overruled his distance, proving instead the ability she had in steadying him, to quieting the dominance of his nightmares with her presence. and now, as a result, there's difficulty in not being with her, the hours that he isn't doing a shift at a diner or managing maintenance spent with her fingers either interlocked with his or braced against his shoulders with the insistence for constant contact.
even now, the addiction for touch seems to remain, for some tether to remain in the most minimal point of connection at the least, and soon he finds her climbing upon his lap to where he lays, hovering above him. and if there was any intent on stargazing, he happily trades the view of the sky for one of her.
as her nose brushes through his beard, he feels the tickle of her nudge the hairs to tickle his skin and his body shakes from a quiet laugh beneath her. ] I took the missing razors to be a bit of a signal. [ fingers dance lazily on her shoulder, a soft hum within his mouth when she nips at his ear, prompting a smile with closed eyes. ] Not into the baby-faced look?
[ Wynonna's prone to spontaneity even when she is fully sober, but the temptation to indulge that side of herself had been naggingly persistent almost from the first time they'd ever met, when he'd struck her as the kind of person who could really use the chance to loosen up a little. She'd personally given herself the responsibility of making it happen at some point, whether as a result of boredom with their circumstances or curiosity in seeing just how he'd respond to someone trying to get under his skin or some other, subconscious motivation she hadn't fully understood back then. And he'd never actually given her any sign that he objected to it, which had only spurred her on more and more to tease out those pieces of his personality he often keeps a guard up around.
But with the effects of the weed coursing through their systems, they're probably feeling more inclined towards silliness, and even the slightest sensation of touch prompts goosebumps on her bare arms, a shudder rippling along her spine when his beard tickles her cheek before she rears back to sit over him. ]
Hey, now. I didn't say that. [ The joint's still propped between her fingers, trailing smoke, and she takes one more hit off of it before gently placing it between his lips. ]
I'm into your whole face situation. And everything you've got going on below it. [ And maybe she shifts her weight on him to further emphasize her point, wriggling her hips with a pairing waggle of her eyebrows. ]
[ if there were anyone to convince him into doing this, itβs her, though there hadnβt been much persuasion required aside from the appropriate setting and a distance away from everything else, the town and the kids in their care currently a ways off from where they manage their brief escape. this might have been a past time once before in his past, but much has changed in his life since then to steer away from casual indulgences like this. itβs only with her that heβs let himself embraced them, even in smaller doses.
itβs even easier to smile, to let his lips spread and not try to hide it, to let the display of it linger as she peers down at him when she rolls herself upright upon his lap.
even with the joint propped at the corner of his lips, he mutters through the press of it, ] And to think, you didnβt see this face when we first met, and you were still crazy about me.
[ is he teasing? does the wider grin give that away? perhaps, plenty satisfied with himself and the movement of her hips over him, taking in another inhale before he pinches the rolled up paper, shorter in length now, trailing it away to let the smoke rise out of his mouth low, tongue swiping casually over his lips. ]
[ She won't pretend that some part of her aim in doing this hadn't been selfish, the desire for company overriding her consideration of whether it was something he'd even be into β but even with the surprise of introducing this between them, he's taking it all in stride and now she's got the relaxation permeating through both of them to prove it, the telltale sweeter odor of smoke curling around their heads before wafting away on the idle evening breeze.
Any contact between them leaves her skin feeling like it's humming, vibrating on a different frequency than normal, and she might be maintaining that idle rock of her hips without fully realizing it, pushing her own hands through her hair with a small sigh when even that prompts a tingling in her scalp that travels down the arc of her spine and sinks deep in her belly. ]
Oh, is that what you think? [ She grins down at him, letting her hair tumble down across her shoulders again, and when her hands drop to rest against his chest, one of them is already starting to pluck at the buttons on his shirt. ]
You think I'm crazy about this mug? [ But she's often pretty bad at disguising the sincerity in her expressions and even moreso when she's high; her gaze is shining with an affection she can't mask before her gaze tracks the slide of his tongue across his bottom lip, and she lifts her hand to cup his jaw, thumb pressing into the center of his chin below his mouth. ]
I'll say this: the voice didn't hurt your chances with me back when it was all I had to go on. [ But she wrinkles up her face in a terrible approximation of his squint, trying to lower her voice to the depths he frequently reaches without major effort, even struggling to add a bit of gravel for added effect β and all while attempting not to laugh. ] "Uh, I'm afraid you ain't gonna get the performance of your life here, ma'am." [ She clucks her tongue, switching back to herself. ] You were so polite.
[ they could easily be in her bedroom right now, with his weight sinking into the mattress as she nestles her hips against his in the darkness of it; the only thing that reminds him they're outside is the light breeze that flutters through, providing that partial chill of the night that the summer days have been lacking in exchange for that vibrant heat. otherwise, he's distracted enough with her that there's little else gathering his attention.
it's especially so when she continues that lazy sway, the friction unintentional and light but a rhythmic roll low at his waist that he finds himself shifting between relaxing and tensing against it, even while his mind remains attentive to their current conversation. ]
I think it drives you wild. [ it's meant to play as a tease and yet his voice is deeper than he intends, a low rumble that turns the final word into something of a sensual whisper.
only he ends up breaking into a laugh at her mocking portrayal of his voice, paired with the demonstration of his stern scrunched glare on her face. his amusement is so apparent that he barely even noticing the loosening of the button down across his shirt, bringing the joint back between his lips to sit there to allow both of his own palms to drift absentmindedly up and down her hips, gliding against the hem of her jeans and lightly gripping at the bare skin above it. ] Yeah, I don't know if that's how I remember it, ma'am. Pretty sure I made sure I was enough of an asshole to try and get you off my back.
[ She can chalk this moment up as yet another good upside to her living situation, the perks of being this far out from the main part of town on a regular basis; here, her closest neighbors are still a couple miles off down the road in either direction, close enough for sound to travel occasionally β like when McCreeβs in his backyard firing at his makeshift gun range β but not so near that she runs the risk of anyone knowing what sheβs doing with her chosen company at this time of night. Even the reservoir, a short driveβs distance away from the farmhouse, never tends to attract anyone with a similar goal of stargazing in mind β so, for now, itβs just the two of them, her weight carefully balanced across him as she tilts her head to study his expression in the growing darkness.
His voice, lower still than even her impression of him, prompts the sinking of her teeth into her bottom lip and she watches his response play out to her terrible imitation of his voice, even if a lot of it is based in listening to it on the regular. She might get a few buttons in on his shirt before her attention diverts, a barely-there roll of her hips following the settling of his hands at her waist, palming the stretch of skin between denim and the fabric of her top. ]
Oh, yeah. You were a real jerkface at first blush. Tried everything you could to ditch me early. [ But heβs admitted since to having nearly hit his button to choose her, out of everyone else heβd been paired with, right around the time she almost did the same; itβs that thought which occurs to her now as she finds his eyes with a small smile. ] And before you knew it you were stuck with me. Congratulations.
[ Carefully, she plucks the joint out from between his lips and brings it to her own for one final drag, holding the smoke in her lungs while she returns it to its original perch. ] And look whoβs on their back now?
[ it's a major difference from his place on the other side of town, back in the apartment he'd been assigned to and yet spends as little time as he can in that smaller space. on either side, he has frequent visits from both kenzi and sarissa, the latter of which has frequent access to his residence on account of the open hole in their shared wall (which he was meant to fix after the entire bear incident but never quite got around to). with sarissa's head constantly popping in through the makeshift window and her rat (sugar glider, whatever) slipping in and out, along with laura's stealthy break-in's, there's never been much privacy in frank's life.
and yet here, outside in the open air, some distance away from the now occasionally more occupied farmhouse, it's only the two of them under the moonlight, their voices trailing only to their mutual ears. ]
To be fair, I just flat out wanted to get outta here. It wasn't β [ his breath catches in his throat, an involuntary sigh when she guides her hips against him once more, sensations more firm that it prompts an instinctive press of his own hips against her for a sought out friction he doesn't even realize he's suddenly craving. ] β personal.
[ when she plucks the joint away from his mouth briefly, it takes that moment to lick his lips once more, the swells suddenly going dry with every new breath. but he watches her with a focused gaze, the dangle of her mane against her shoulders, the curve of her hips as she perches against him, and he strokes his thumbs slow along the line of her pelvic bone from either side. ] Yeah, well, if you knew the view that I was getting, you'd know I have nothing to complain about.
[ She'd mentioned offhand the desire to have more people around, even if she hadn't wanted to sacrifice the farmhouse, maybe having sensed its potential as a safe harbor long before the situation dictated it become one in a time of crisis β but it had taken having more guests within its walls for her to realize she'd preferred it that way, eventually led her to the choice of offering Cliff a place to stay if he ever wanted one. The only downside to additional houseguests, though, is that she doesn't have as much privacy afforded to her for, well, this β and while they could certainly partake of a joint within the confines of her bedroom, there are certain obvious scents that might give them away eventually, even if they stopped to crack a window.
So this is as much an attempt at regaining that privacy as it is permitting some spontaneity to leave them both relaxed, falling into that easy rhythm of conversation that has somehow become as much of a habit between them as the manner in which they reach for each other now, warm and familiar.
She's not exactly clued in to what the movements of her body might be stimulating necessarily, not even noticing the light hitch in Frank's breathing that would be more obvious to her if her head wasn't swimming with that blissful high; he rocks up to meet her and she hums, the sound turning into a chuckle when she blows out the rest of the smoke past parted lips. ]
Not so bad from this angle, either. [ And her hands don't resume the unbuttoning of his shirt yet, but she's made enough progress already for the open sides to expose the edge of the tattoo that resides on his chest. Her eyes are drawn to it, and she slowly turns the collar of his shirt over to bare it further, using her other hand to trace the shape of the design with her index finger. ] I could stay up here all night.
[ even if other sleepers might not be likely to invade their current private time away from the farmhouse or the rest of the more populated town, thereβs still plenty out there that could pop up at any momentβs notice: monsters, creatures of the night, ghosts. itβs almost absurd that frank would come to acknowledge any of those options even being likely appearances, but the town has trained him well the past few months in accepting the existence of the supernatural. still, he doesnβt consider their threat here, even as they remain relaxed and unguarded upon the truck, the weight of the world follow away save for their shared breathing.
part of it is her, but credit also lies with the drug placed back between his lips. itβs beginning to waver, the paper now left only to barely an inch, but thereβs enough left for one more extended drag that he holds tight within his mouth before he lifts his upper body with the support of his elbow. he rises only part of the way, fingers gripping at her neck to urge her down to meet him.
mouth against mouth, he offers a repeat of his trick before, exhaling the smoke past her lips, while lingering there to trace a slow lick against the open seam of her mouth. ] Then why donβt you?
[ his fingers drop down to where her hand rests against his chest, caressing a loose touch to her wrist and following a gentle trail up along the length of her arm, rising and falling in a back-and-forth to merely take in the smoothness of her skin and the warmth of it against his own. ]
[ It would be just her luck if they were interrupted now, some level of fresh hell rising up out of the reservoir's seemingly unending depths or creepy children emerging from the nearby cornfields, but apart from the sound of their voices and the quiet tunes playing over the radio with infrequent breaks, no sounds break the peace they've carved out for themselves here, this rare moment of tranquility they've been given to savor. And she definitely plans on enjoying every single second of it with him sprawled out underneath her, relaxed limbs meaning that she goes willingly when he props himself up and slides a hand across the back of her neck to draw her down to close that remaining distance between their faces.
His kisses have always threatened to make her weak, but never moreso than they do right now, when she draws the wisps of smoke curling past his teeth into her mouth with a soft, intimate laugh, her fingers curving against his bared chest. ]
Maybe I will. [ Carefully, she purses her lips to one side so he doesn't end up with anything exhaled directly into his face, and then she's stretching out over him, bringing their top halves flush while her other hand slips into his hair for a cupping hold that guides him to her for a lazy slide of mouths. ]
Frank. [ She breathes his name there, into that quiet, the name he gave her to use once before anyone else. ] Don't stop touching me.
[ his hands have already magnetized to her skin, soft strokes roaming along the length of her arm, but there's further encouragement with her request, spoken in a soft command that has him breathing deeply against her mouth before he tilts to kiss her properly, lips tasting remnants of the smoke but still finding that natural taste of her that remains prominent.
hand gliding the rest of the way to her shoulder, it makes the curve that falls against her back, fingers tracing along the full length of her top, downward until it falls just short at the hem of her jeans. it's there that he lets his palm go flat to her skin to rise again, only this time he dips beneath her shirt, sneaking up to unclasp the hooked lace there, letting it loosen to allow him the free reign to massage her skin in firm strokes with calloused fingers.
and the hand that doesn't touch her skin will seek a grip of her thigh, snatching a hold there that will steady her against his body that he rolls his hips beneath her.
if she hadn't noticed it prior, she may find more evidence of it now, the enticement that she's been teasing from absentminded grinds, now pressing up between her thighs, almost shameless in the relaxed but aching state she's placed him in with aid of that now discarded joint. ]
[ The drug hasn't lowered her resistance to him; the desire for that contact to persist between them has always been there, but now, with that heat settled decisively in her body and her faint perception of other details β like a certain amount of hard evidence notched against the inside of her thigh β she wants to chase that feeling.
Even the slightest trail of fingers over bared skin leaves goosebumps rising on her arms in their wake, prompts an eager shiver that has nothing to do with the slowly fading summer heat as night surrounds them. She's warm in spite of it all, increasingly eager to dispense with layers, and when he thumbs open the clasp between her shoulderblades she reflexively curls against his front with a laugh, like they really are two teenagers trying to get to third base in an empty field somewhere. But she also figures she'll match him in his escalation, sitting back carefully as she crosses her arms over her front, grips the hem of her top and peels it all up over her head, leaving herself bared in his view.
The caress of cooler air on her skin is instantaneous; she shivers again, lowers herself down to him to partially use the sides of the truck bed to shield them from idle viewing but also to absorb some of his warmth too, and now her fingers really are working to make progress on the rest of those buttons, drawing the undone halves open for palms to smooth over the firmness of his exposed torso. ]
Would you believe me if I said I didn't really have this in mind when I brought you out here? [ But now that they're initiating it together, she can't bring herself to complain much, draping herself across his chest; the weed has made her giddy, and she's grinning as she teasingly nips at his bottom lip. ]
[ there's a certain glow about her when she rolls back, the expanse of her upper half clear in his view as she clutches the ends of her shirt and slips them free from her body. even in the darkness of where they've settled for privacy, the moonlight is enough to bounce over her skin and can only grin wide when she nestles back in close to him, noses nudging together. ]
No. [ he doesn't actually believe she had this part of the night planned out, but there's a natural progression towards teasing her anyway, that nip of teeth prompting a low grunt before he responds with a playful swipe of his tongue. ]
I think you'll look for just about any excuse to get my shirt off. [ his lips will purse as if to scold her, but with her naked skin now fully unveiled for him, his palms can freely glide against the arch of her spine, fingertips dipping anywhere that might hint the presence of knots, a set pressing more firmly at the height of her back, near her nape.
he hadn't counted on any of this happening either, but now that it's extended to this, he won't resist making the most of those slow but lingering kisses, tongue curving and tasting her fully, noises that, despite the playful banter, spell a more intimate interest. ]
[ She knows how flushed she must look right now, the wild tumble of her hair doing little to hide the rise of color in her cheeks and lower still, across the plane of her chest, the most obvious signs of her being affected on more than one level.
And yet she doesn't feel compelled to rush this, all of it occurring in a slow haze that leaves her more motivated to remain sprawling across his body while continuing to trade lazy kisses than initiate anything more than that right away. ]
You know I do. [ Her loosened lips might sink any chance she has at maintaining a fully innocent investment in his physique, but she'll never not appreciate what he looks like divested of that top layer, even if she knows he's consciously aware of those scars that adorn his body. As far as she's concerned, they only present places for her to deliberately lavish attention on, and she momentarily diverts to find a darker circle of tissue that no doubt represents an old bullet wound, gently pressing her lips to that spot.
But she arches into him when his fingertips press deeply against the curve of her back, maneuvering at the base of her spine and up closer to the back of her neck; she moans contentedly, breaths leaving her in a rising panting that ghosts over his beard until she nudges her nose to the center of his cheek. ] Ohhh, that feels good.
[ his scars have always represented that other part of him, the one he, at times, aims to keep disguised. but she's seen the bare exposure of the man that is frank castle, the deeper scars that hold more terrorizing memories and the monster it can sometimes have the power to awaken, and she hasn't retreated from any of it. instead, she paints that damaged skin with the softness of her lips, light brushes that make him sigh serenely with closed eyes.
yet, it doesn't deter him from his own movements, index and thumb firm as it presses along either side of her nape, cascading down the borders of her spine to continue the tender massage that give rise to her moans, giving in to the sensation of it. ]
Yeah? [ he takes advantage of her vulnerable pause, the stretch of her neck in reach where he can dip his lips, parting them against the taut exposure of her throat. trailing south, his tongue traces a horizontal stripe to her clavicle, warm breath falling against the flush tones of her chest.
at the height of her breast, teeth nipping gently into the swell of that tender skin, he mutters in a low, whispered voice, ] Tell me what else feels good.
[ If she hadn't spent the last two years being the heir, she might actually have more scars to show for it too, the unmarred skin that his touch caresses over now not all that indicative of the battles she's fought. But she wears her hurts on the inside, has suffered her losses as he has, and they've glimpsed enough in each other to recognize that similiarity, the wounds that linger even after the scars begin to fade.
So she doesn't shy away from touching him anywhere, and she welcomes his hands on her too, her own arms wrapping around him to keep him clutched flush against her while he mouths over the column of her throat; there are more clothes to take care of but it's a very distant goal as he murmurs across her skin.
Her arousal is rendered plain in the hard peaks that seem to strain for his attention as his lips hover nearer to them, and she responds by combing her fingers through his hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp. She wouldn't shy away from doing it even if she was sober, but the high leaves her enjoying the amplified softness of those dark strands against her hand. ]
Th-that. [ She tucks her chin down to nudge her nose into that thick mass, lips moving against his forehead while she speaks. ] Your hands and your mouth being dirty, dirty partners-in-crime on me.
[ he's learned with time that she carries plenty of ghosts of her own, seen them in their literal presences that dared to haunt her even here. she'd done a more impressive job than he has at disguising them, with a personality that always valued humor and casualness to veil the hurt that lurked beneath, but pain that lingers just beneath the surface always finds a way to rise again, and now that he's seen pieces of it for himself, he holds those more hidden scars of hers with his more visible ones, tangling them for them to bear together.
because it's more than the high that encourages him to touch her now, the needy craving for the warmth of her something that's merely become innate, every press of a kiss a reminder of how she's bewitched him gradually through the months in needing her β physically, emotionally β every hint of resistance crumbling with ease.
he breathes a soft chuckle with her response, following a muttered hum that gets lost to her skin even as he attempts to speak against it. ] Didn't realize. [ it's meant to be a teasing retort, but it slips as a deep, sensual murmur, even more so when he follows it with a further decline of his parted mouth, the press of a slick tongue meeting a pointed, attentive peak.
his palms fall to her sides, high against her hips to hold her close still, thumbs massaging gradually inward as his lips provide a soft suction, the rumble of a moan low but evident from his throat. ]
[ She's just got done confessing she hadn't intended anything along these lines, but now she has to thank her past self for picking this spot for them to retreat to; there's no one else to necessarily be aware of, save him, but even then her volume hasn't lifted beyond a certain decibel range. It's almost their adjusted proximity that leaves her voicing softer noises into his hair, a sharp intake of breath following the wrapped suction of his mouth around where she so desperately aches for it.
And if it were possible for her to melt then and there, she might, dissolving into his weight beneath her while any remaining resolve to simply tease him starts to crumble. ]
No? Not even β right now? [ She realizes he can't answer her, not with his mouth busy, and she doesn't even expect a verbal response, but the vibration of his sounds over her skin motivate her towards doing more to provoke similar noises, especially if she's in a position to reciprocate more physically.
Her hand slips between them, fingers wandering past a belt buckle and over a denim seam until she can palm what rises slightly adjacent, the heat of him emanating even through that thicker layer and the one beneath it; her fingers curve to offer an added press to that stroke, as she selfishly waits to hear that low moan that originates from somewhere deep in his chest. ]
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I mean, I was definitely already doing the sneaking out part, but if I'd had that bad boy waiting to meet up with me for some late-night fun? Shit, I would've broken curfew every night ending in Y.
[ She's not so sure she's mellowed out completely from the wildest heyday of her misguided youth, occasional bursts of recklessness still finding their way into her present-day decision-making, but his admission that he'd veered closer to the straight and narrow prompts the curious quirking of her mouth as she steals the joint back from him again, already starting to feel the effects settle into her limbs like some kind of weightlessness. ]
Oh, yeah? So you're saying I would've been the one doing the corrupting then, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes? [ Another slow inhale, another measured exhale, and she relaxes further into the blankets. ] Yeah, that sounds about right to me, too.
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still, he has to wonder, if under different circumstances, if in a different town, a different time, he'd still end up inevitably looking at her with the same adoration in his eyes as he does now. ]
Can't say I was innocent or anything, but β [ he breathes a laugh, imagining the sort of idea she's forming in her head now of a younger frank castle. ] But, y'know, I was, let's just say, more of an optimistic romantic. Spent summer afternoons, beneath the shade of tree, guitar in hand, serenading Springsteen tunes as all the cute girls walked on by.
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Mmm. You were one of those, huh? Strumming the strings, playing for the ladies? [ And then it occurs to her that she has seen a guitar at his place, even though it's always been resting in its stand while she's there. ]
Shame you didn't bring it with you. I could've been treated to an outdoor concert of my very own. [ She rolls over to stretch out across the truck bed on her stomach, bare feet dangling in the air behind her, and offers him the joint instead. ] I've already got my VIP seat right here.
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as he comes to realize he has yet to play a tune for wynonna, he chuckles softly, shaking his head. ] I don't know. I think I might be out of practice. Can't risk getting my heart broken when you go tossing tomatoes.
[ with a crack of a wider grin in her direction, he accepts the joint from her hand, guiding it back to his lips where he takes an even deeper breath, filling his lungs with the heat of it. with a slight wheeze, while keeping his breath in, he speaks between his teeth, ] C'mere. [ though he's the one who moves, rolling onto his side so he can lean into her, lips moving close to press to hers with a light brushing, not for a kiss, but to exhale the smoke from his mouth into hers. ]
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That would imply I'd have any within reach to start with, and we both know I'm not the kind of person who keeps fresh produce around. [ There's a half-truth in that, at least; ever since he started coming around the farmhouse more, her fridge is significantly more stocked than it had been BF (Before Frank), and she's often surprised each time she opens the door to find it filled with a wider array of groceries than she's used to seeing.
She's close enough to make out his features in the growing darkness; they've turned the key in the truck's ignition just enough to keep the headlights on, the stereo tuned to Deerington's lone radio station and the windows rolled down to give them a soundtrack for stargazing, and when he beckons for her she rolls into him with a giddy chuckle, lips lightly skimming his before parting to inhale those curling tendrils of smoke β but then she lingers in to kiss him while holding her breath, stealing a soft peck from his mouth before she tucks her head in on his shoulder and discretely exhales toward the night sky. ]
Mmm, you're not such an innocent after all, I think.
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Never said anything about innocent.
[ when he leans in now, it's to nestle his face to the curviture where neck joins with shoulder, nose brushing over her strap to allow him room to roam his lips down to her collar bone. there's no intent in it, no means to lure the kiss into something else altogether, but he still lingers there with a parted mouth for a few passing moments, content with the nautral scent of her, breathing it in as easily as the drug.
he peppers a final kiss to her skin before drawing himself away onto his back against the blanket, arm tucked beneath his head with a sly smile spread across his mouth when he hands the joint back over. ] You taste nice.
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But tonight has a different kind of haze over it, that looseness in her limbs meaning that she's more pliant against him and way easier to maneuver, her head tipping back against the blankets when he ducks his face against her neck, his breath warm as he gently parts lips across her clavicle. She hums deeply, fingers snaking a hold around his forearm for a grip that doesn't seek to draw him in but wordlessly encourages the contact anyway before he rolls back again. ]
Sure that's not the weed talking? [ She takes it back from him, pinching what's left between thumb and forefinger, and sneaks a quick hit before propping herself up onto her knees, swinging one over his lap to perch herself there in a casual straddling with a giddy grin slowly widening the shape of her mouth β but she's leaning down to him, hair falling forward over her shoulders when she veers away from his mouth to nudge her nose against the fullness of his beard. ]
I don't think I've told you how much I like this. [ She offers a sliding nuzzle there, her cheek skimming his to punctuate the sensation with a teasing nip at his earlobe. ] You better not get any ideas 'bout shaving it off.
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even now, the addiction for touch seems to remain, for some tether to remain in the most minimal point of connection at the least, and soon he finds her climbing upon his lap to where he lays, hovering above him. and if there was any intent on stargazing, he happily trades the view of the sky for one of her.
as her nose brushes through his beard, he feels the tickle of her nudge the hairs to tickle his skin and his body shakes from a quiet laugh beneath her. ] I took the missing razors to be a bit of a signal. [ fingers dance lazily on her shoulder, a soft hum within his mouth when she nips at his ear, prompting a smile with closed eyes. ] Not into the baby-faced look?
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But with the effects of the weed coursing through their systems, they're probably feeling more inclined towards silliness, and even the slightest sensation of touch prompts goosebumps on her bare arms, a shudder rippling along her spine when his beard tickles her cheek before she rears back to sit over him. ]
Hey, now. I didn't say that. [ The joint's still propped between her fingers, trailing smoke, and she takes one more hit off of it before gently placing it between his lips. ]
I'm into your whole face situation. And everything you've got going on below it. [ And maybe she shifts her weight on him to further emphasize her point, wriggling her hips with a pairing waggle of her eyebrows. ]
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itβs even easier to smile, to let his lips spread and not try to hide it, to let the display of it linger as she peers down at him when she rolls herself upright upon his lap.
even with the joint propped at the corner of his lips, he mutters through the press of it, ] And to think, you didnβt see this face when we first met, and you were still crazy about me.
[ is he teasing? does the wider grin give that away? perhaps, plenty satisfied with himself and the movement of her hips over him, taking in another inhale before he pinches the rolled up paper, shorter in length now, trailing it away to let the smoke rise out of his mouth low, tongue swiping casually over his lips. ]
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Any contact between them leaves her skin feeling like it's humming, vibrating on a different frequency than normal, and she might be maintaining that idle rock of her hips without fully realizing it, pushing her own hands through her hair with a small sigh when even that prompts a tingling in her scalp that travels down the arc of her spine and sinks deep in her belly. ]
Oh, is that what you think? [ She grins down at him, letting her hair tumble down across her shoulders again, and when her hands drop to rest against his chest, one of them is already starting to pluck at the buttons on his shirt. ]
You think I'm crazy about this mug? [ But she's often pretty bad at disguising the sincerity in her expressions and even moreso when she's high; her gaze is shining with an affection she can't mask before her gaze tracks the slide of his tongue across his bottom lip, and she lifts her hand to cup his jaw, thumb pressing into the center of his chin below his mouth. ]
I'll say this: the voice didn't hurt your chances with me back when it was all I had to go on. [ But she wrinkles up her face in a terrible approximation of his squint, trying to lower her voice to the depths he frequently reaches without major effort, even struggling to add a bit of gravel for added effect β and all while attempting not to laugh. ] "Uh, I'm afraid you ain't gonna get the performance of your life here, ma'am." [ She clucks her tongue, switching back to herself. ] You were so polite.
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it's especially so when she continues that lazy sway, the friction unintentional and light but a rhythmic roll low at his waist that he finds himself shifting between relaxing and tensing against it, even while his mind remains attentive to their current conversation. ]
I think it drives you wild. [ it's meant to play as a tease and yet his voice is deeper than he intends, a low rumble that turns the final word into something of a sensual whisper.
only he ends up breaking into a laugh at her mocking portrayal of his voice, paired with the demonstration of his stern scrunched glare on her face. his amusement is so apparent that he barely even noticing the loosening of the button down across his shirt, bringing the joint back between his lips to sit there to allow both of his own palms to drift absentmindedly up and down her hips, gliding against the hem of her jeans and lightly gripping at the bare skin above it. ] Yeah, I don't know if that's how I remember it, ma'am. Pretty sure I made sure I was enough of an asshole to try and get you off my back.
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His voice, lower still than even her impression of him, prompts the sinking of her teeth into her bottom lip and she watches his response play out to her terrible imitation of his voice, even if a lot of it is based in listening to it on the regular. She might get a few buttons in on his shirt before her attention diverts, a barely-there roll of her hips following the settling of his hands at her waist, palming the stretch of skin between denim and the fabric of her top. ]
Oh, yeah. You were a real jerkface at first blush. Tried everything you could to ditch me early. [ But heβs admitted since to having nearly hit his button to choose her, out of everyone else heβd been paired with, right around the time she almost did the same; itβs that thought which occurs to her now as she finds his eyes with a small smile. ] And before you knew it you were stuck with me. Congratulations.
[ Carefully, she plucks the joint out from between his lips and brings it to her own for one final drag, holding the smoke in her lungs while she returns it to its original perch. ] And look whoβs on their back now?
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and yet here, outside in the open air, some distance away from the now occasionally more occupied farmhouse, it's only the two of them under the moonlight, their voices trailing only to their mutual ears. ]
To be fair, I just flat out wanted to get outta here. It wasn't β [ his breath catches in his throat, an involuntary sigh when she guides her hips against him once more, sensations more firm that it prompts an instinctive press of his own hips against her for a sought out friction he doesn't even realize he's suddenly craving. ] β personal.
[ when she plucks the joint away from his mouth briefly, it takes that moment to lick his lips once more, the swells suddenly going dry with every new breath. but he watches her with a focused gaze, the dangle of her mane against her shoulders, the curve of her hips as she perches against him, and he strokes his thumbs slow along the line of her pelvic bone from either side. ] Yeah, well, if you knew the view that I was getting, you'd know I have nothing to complain about.
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So this is as much an attempt at regaining that privacy as it is permitting some spontaneity to leave them both relaxed, falling into that easy rhythm of conversation that has somehow become as much of a habit between them as the manner in which they reach for each other now, warm and familiar.
She's not exactly clued in to what the movements of her body might be stimulating necessarily, not even noticing the light hitch in Frank's breathing that would be more obvious to her if her head wasn't swimming with that blissful high; he rocks up to meet her and she hums, the sound turning into a chuckle when she blows out the rest of the smoke past parted lips. ]
Not so bad from this angle, either. [ And her hands don't resume the unbuttoning of his shirt yet, but she's made enough progress already for the open sides to expose the edge of the tattoo that resides on his chest. Her eyes are drawn to it, and she slowly turns the collar of his shirt over to bare it further, using her other hand to trace the shape of the design with her index finger. ] I could stay up here all night.
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part of it is her, but credit also lies with the drug placed back between his lips. itβs beginning to waver, the paper now left only to barely an inch, but thereβs enough left for one more extended drag that he holds tight within his mouth before he lifts his upper body with the support of his elbow. he rises only part of the way, fingers gripping at her neck to urge her down to meet him.
mouth against mouth, he offers a repeat of his trick before, exhaling the smoke past her lips, while lingering there to trace a slow lick against the open seam of her mouth. ] Then why donβt you?
[ his fingers drop down to where her hand rests against his chest, caressing a loose touch to her wrist and following a gentle trail up along the length of her arm, rising and falling in a back-and-forth to merely take in the smoothness of her skin and the warmth of it against his own. ]
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His kisses have always threatened to make her weak, but never moreso than they do right now, when she draws the wisps of smoke curling past his teeth into her mouth with a soft, intimate laugh, her fingers curving against his bared chest. ]
Maybe I will. [ Carefully, she purses her lips to one side so he doesn't end up with anything exhaled directly into his face, and then she's stretching out over him, bringing their top halves flush while her other hand slips into his hair for a cupping hold that guides him to her for a lazy slide of mouths. ]
Frank. [ She breathes his name there, into that quiet, the name he gave her to use once before anyone else. ] Don't stop touching me.
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hand gliding the rest of the way to her shoulder, it makes the curve that falls against her back, fingers tracing along the full length of her top, downward until it falls just short at the hem of her jeans. it's there that he lets his palm go flat to her skin to rise again, only this time he dips beneath her shirt, sneaking up to unclasp the hooked lace there, letting it loosen to allow him the free reign to massage her skin in firm strokes with calloused fingers.
and the hand that doesn't touch her skin will seek a grip of her thigh, snatching a hold there that will steady her against his body that he rolls his hips beneath her.
if she hadn't noticed it prior, she may find more evidence of it now, the enticement that she's been teasing from absentminded grinds, now pressing up between her thighs, almost shameless in the relaxed but aching state she's placed him in with aid of that now discarded joint. ]
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Even the slightest trail of fingers over bared skin leaves goosebumps rising on her arms in their wake, prompts an eager shiver that has nothing to do with the slowly fading summer heat as night surrounds them. She's warm in spite of it all, increasingly eager to dispense with layers, and when he thumbs open the clasp between her shoulderblades she reflexively curls against his front with a laugh, like they really are two teenagers trying to get to third base in an empty field somewhere. But she also figures she'll match him in his escalation, sitting back carefully as she crosses her arms over her front, grips the hem of her top and peels it all up over her head, leaving herself bared in his view.
The caress of cooler air on her skin is instantaneous; she shivers again, lowers herself down to him to partially use the sides of the truck bed to shield them from idle viewing but also to absorb some of his warmth too, and now her fingers really are working to make progress on the rest of those buttons, drawing the undone halves open for palms to smooth over the firmness of his exposed torso. ]
Would you believe me if I said I didn't really have this in mind when I brought you out here? [ But now that they're initiating it together, she can't bring herself to complain much, draping herself across his chest; the weed has made her giddy, and she's grinning as she teasingly nips at his bottom lip. ]
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No. [ he doesn't actually believe she had this part of the night planned out, but there's a natural progression towards teasing her anyway, that nip of teeth prompting a low grunt before he responds with a playful swipe of his tongue. ]
I think you'll look for just about any excuse to get my shirt off. [ his lips will purse as if to scold her, but with her naked skin now fully unveiled for him, his palms can freely glide against the arch of her spine, fingertips dipping anywhere that might hint the presence of knots, a set pressing more firmly at the height of her back, near her nape.
he hadn't counted on any of this happening either, but now that it's extended to this, he won't resist making the most of those slow but lingering kisses, tongue curving and tasting her fully, noises that, despite the playful banter, spell a more intimate interest. ]
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And yet she doesn't feel compelled to rush this, all of it occurring in a slow haze that leaves her more motivated to remain sprawling across his body while continuing to trade lazy kisses than initiate anything more than that right away. ]
You know I do. [ Her loosened lips might sink any chance she has at maintaining a fully innocent investment in his physique, but she'll never not appreciate what he looks like divested of that top layer, even if she knows he's consciously aware of those scars that adorn his body. As far as she's concerned, they only present places for her to deliberately lavish attention on, and she momentarily diverts to find a darker circle of tissue that no doubt represents an old bullet wound, gently pressing her lips to that spot.
But she arches into him when his fingertips press deeply against the curve of her back, maneuvering at the base of her spine and up closer to the back of her neck; she moans contentedly, breaths leaving her in a rising panting that ghosts over his beard until she nudges her nose to the center of his cheek. ] Ohhh, that feels good.
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yet, it doesn't deter him from his own movements, index and thumb firm as it presses along either side of her nape, cascading down the borders of her spine to continue the tender massage that give rise to her moans, giving in to the sensation of it. ]
Yeah? [ he takes advantage of her vulnerable pause, the stretch of her neck in reach where he can dip his lips, parting them against the taut exposure of her throat. trailing south, his tongue traces a horizontal stripe to her clavicle, warm breath falling against the flush tones of her chest.
at the height of her breast, teeth nipping gently into the swell of that tender skin, he mutters in a low, whispered voice, ] Tell me what else feels good.
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So she doesn't shy away from touching him anywhere, and she welcomes his hands on her too, her own arms wrapping around him to keep him clutched flush against her while he mouths over the column of her throat; there are more clothes to take care of but it's a very distant goal as he murmurs across her skin.
Her arousal is rendered plain in the hard peaks that seem to strain for his attention as his lips hover nearer to them, and she responds by combing her fingers through his hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp. She wouldn't shy away from doing it even if she was sober, but the high leaves her enjoying the amplified softness of those dark strands against her hand. ]
Th-that. [ She tucks her chin down to nudge her nose into that thick mass, lips moving against his forehead while she speaks. ] Your hands and your mouth being dirty, dirty partners-in-crime on me.
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because it's more than the high that encourages him to touch her now, the needy craving for the warmth of her something that's merely become innate, every press of a kiss a reminder of how she's bewitched him gradually through the months in needing her β physically, emotionally β every hint of resistance crumbling with ease.
he breathes a soft chuckle with her response, following a muttered hum that gets lost to her skin even as he attempts to speak against it. ] Didn't realize. [ it's meant to be a teasing retort, but it slips as a deep, sensual murmur, even more so when he follows it with a further decline of his parted mouth, the press of a slick tongue meeting a pointed, attentive peak.
his palms fall to her sides, high against her hips to hold her close still, thumbs massaging gradually inward as his lips provide a soft suction, the rumble of a moan low but evident from his throat. ]
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And if it were possible for her to melt then and there, she might, dissolving into his weight beneath her while any remaining resolve to simply tease him starts to crumble. ]
No? Not even β right now? [ She realizes he can't answer her, not with his mouth busy, and she doesn't even expect a verbal response, but the vibration of his sounds over her skin motivate her towards doing more to provoke similar noises, especially if she's in a position to reciprocate more physically.
Her hand slips between them, fingers wandering past a belt buckle and over a denim seam until she can palm what rises slightly adjacent, the heat of him emanating even through that thicker layer and the one beneath it; her fingers curve to offer an added press to that stroke, as she selfishly waits to hear that low moan that originates from somewhere deep in his chest. ]
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