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[personal profile] earps 2019-08-06 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, details. [ She pretends to scoff but there's a smile in it, a slowly spreading thing that belies her relief with it all β€” because she had been worried, that feeling forging a pit deep down in her stomach even against the drugs' relaxing effects, anxious that maybe once she put that out there between them he wouldn't feel the same. It hadn't even occurred to her that this is something he either hasn't let himself consider until now or genuinely hadn't believed he was capable of feeling, and now that she knows it for truth she definitely feels a little silly about the whole thing.

It might be a bad idea, the way so many of hers can be, especially when they don't know what tomorrow has in store or any number of days beyond tonight, and she doesn't necessarily need anything to change now that it's out in the open β€” but if they are on a ticking clock, she's realizing she doesn't want to regret not saying it until it's too late. She has too much guilt to want to risk adding to that number here. ]


Oh, I wasn't planning on it. You've still got great muscle definition. [ She murmurs the words shortly before his mouth finds hers, her chuckle half-lost in the kisses they proceed to exchange. ]
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[personal profile] earps 2019-08-09 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Never let it be said that Wynonna doesn't know how to take a hint; okay, she definitely doesn't know how to take a hint, because the hints Frank had thrown her way during the first couple weeks of their acquaintance could be referred to less as suggestions and more like sledgehammers. But his insistence on putting this town behind him had soon become a running joke they'd both drawn on, especially as the chances of him actually leaving had begun to shrink more and more.

And whether it was the workings of this place continually trying to throw them together, her genuine curiosity about him leading her to want to get to know him better, or his diminishing reluctance to turn her away, they'd swung into each other's orbit over and over again until they'd been forced to accept what might have been unacceptable in any other circumstance but this one.

She likes to joke that he's stuck with her now, but it's not like she really did that much to try to get away from him either β€” and while she's worked her way in past his walls, he'd accomplished the same on his end, witnessing her at her most exposed and choosing to stay regardless.

She doesn't say anything at all for a while, mostly because he really knows how to distract her with those kisses, damn it; she manages to grin before her mouth finds his again, a soft drifting that she finally punctuates with a retort. ]
No, I would never do a thing like that.