I can't get these two out of my head for some reason and was frustrated with the lack of fic available about them so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I'll likely add on a couple of chapters at a later date, as they're my new obsession. Feedback is much appreciated! Enjoy.
Hooking up with Frank was never part of the plan. Not that she has a plan, but if she did, this would definitely not be a part of it. She honestly didn't mean for that kiss to happen. But there they were, spewing insults and somehow the term personal space lost all of its meaning and suddenly he was right there and before she knew what was happening, their anger escalated in what can only be described as a desperate kiss.
A pretty damn good kiss, too, and she hates herself for thinking about it like that even now as she's lying in bed with her boyfriend, mind restless.
She gets a text a few minutes later from a number she doesn't recognize. What she does, however, recognize is the shirtless guy in the picture that's attached to the message.
still have a boyfriend?
She'd laugh out loud if she wasn't lying in bed, wide awake at three AM, while her sweet, sweet boyfriend sleeps peacefully next to her.
The picture is exactly the kind of picture she'd expect Frank to take of himself – him, shirtless but well groomed giving the camera a sort of cocky but tired half smile. From what's visible in the picture, he has a pretty nice body. Not that she didn't already suspect that; she felt how hard his chest was under her hands during their kiss. She's sure he's no stranger to the gym.
His cockiness should not turn her on as much as it does. Stealing a glance over at Kan, she sighs before finally typing out a reply.
In bed with him as we speak, actually.
She's pretty proud of herself for that comeback. With lack of sleep comes boldness, apparently.
A feeling in the pit of her stomach tells her this game they're playing will end really, really badly. (Another feeling in that general region of her body tells her it will end in some really mind-blowing sex – she thinks that feeling is what's responsible for her saving the picture and adding it to the contact she just created for him.
It doesn't take long for her phone to ding with a reply from him. She curses under her breath and turns it to silent, glancing over to see Kan still fast asleep. She feels like what she's doing here is so very wrong but she can't help herself – she hurriedly unlocks her phone and reads his reply, feeling guilty but also strangely giddy and excited.
And yet there you are, thinking about me.
He's so right, and he knows it. It's infuriating.
The memory of their kiss replays in her mind for the millionth time since she stormed off earlier – it's more or less been on loop anyway – and she relishes in the memory of his hands on her. He'd been rough with her, grabbing her waist to give her just a hint of pain with the pleasure they were both craving so badly. She remembers the way their lips crashed together, both of them frantic in their movements, teeth clashing and lip biting, remembers how she wanted nothing more than to take that stupid suit off of him, how she wanted to wipe that smug little grin off his face. It's the closest she's ever come to hate sex and she has to admit, she gets why people do that now.
She feels like she's twelve again, analyzing every single second of the kiss she can remember.
Ugh. She stares at the ceiling, eyes wide open. Life isn't fair, she thinks as she considers the fact that her perfectly nice, attractive and very naked boyfriend is sleeping next to her while she's lying here obsessing over a simple kiss with a random middle-aged man she works with.
He really should not be that attractive.
After daydreaming for what feels like an eternity, she's forgotten all about their texting back and forth. Her phone screen lights up, she can see it from the corner of her eye. She reaches for it. What exactly gives him the audacity to call her up at four in the morning, she doesn't know and she wouldn't answer if she wasn't already in a delirious state between sleep and reliving that kiss.
She quickly wraps the blanket she's lying under around her and tiptoes out of the room.
Taking a deep breath, she finally answers. "What?!" she snaps, voice nothing more than a hurried whisper.
"Your lack of a reply to my text got me thinking you were either having sex with your precious boyfriend while thinking about me or having sex with yourself while thinking about me and I thought I'd call and see if you'd answer to prove a point to myself," he says matter-of-factly, as if this is just a casual business conversation. She's flabbergasted.
"You wish," she retorts childishly, even though she doesn't actually mind his call that much. She kind of wishes he was here right now so she could kiss the shit out of him, actually, "It's 4AM, Frank. Why the hell are you calling me?"
He chuckles. She wants to smack that smugness out of him.
"Now, now, don't raise your voice. Wouldn't want your boyfriend to catch you on the phone with another man at four in the morning, having what can only be described as a booty call."
"I'm not going to-" she stops in her tracks when she hears steps behind her in the hall. Great.
"Everything okay?" A sleepy Kan, wearing only his boxers as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes, asks.
She makes a hand motion to say that she needs a second and makes eye contact with Kan when she goes back to her phone conversation.
"Can we talk about this tomorrow Annalise? I'll talk to them first thing in the morning," she wonders vaguely if she sounds convincing.
She hears an exasperated chuckle on the other end of the line.
"You're not serious. Is he actually buying this? You sounded like a starstruck fourteen year-old just now," she uses his dramatic pause to nod and say yes, of course a few times to make this conversation seem less one-sided, "Poor guy is so clueless... You know, I could keep you on the phone and you'd have no choice but to listen to me whisper dirty things in your ear while you pretend to be having a work related conversation with your boss," he snickers.
She closes her eyes for a brief second, mind going down the gutter immediately but quickly opens them again when she remembers who's standing across from her.
"Yes, I'm gonna go through the files again. I'm sure we'll figure something out," she says, her voice shaking. How dare he do this to her?
"Dirty dreams, Lauren," she rolls her eyes for effect, "I'm sure I'll pop up in your dreams tonight. "
She doesn't know what it is about his giant ego that she finds so damn attractive.
"You have a good night," she puts on the kind of fake friendly tone she'd use if this was a real call for work at four in the morning, "We'll talk tomorrow."
She means that. They will. This can't go on.
"I doubt we'll do much talki-" she hangs up on him then.
...
Kan doesn't even question her story, knows that these late calls sometimes come with the territory in their industry. She feels guilty.
After, when he carries her back to bed and kisses her, she feels awful. She's a cheater and a liar. Yet, here she is, watching Kan kiss his way down her stomach while she wishes the hair she was holding onto was slightly lighter, and a lot more slicked back.
She wonders what that beard would feel like scratching against her skin in the most delicious of ways.
After, when they both fall back against the covers, deciding it's high time they get some sleep, she turns away from Kan and sneaks her phone under the covers.
This isn't over, she texts and quickly presses send before she can change her mind. There's nothing she loves more than the iMessage feature that tells her he's read her text a few seconds later. Huh. So he couldn't sleep either.
It definitely isn't, he sends back immediately and she can feel her abdominal muscles tightening at his words.
Game on.