AN: I haven't wrote a Rocky fic in so long, and going to see the show live on Monday night really rekindled my passion for it. I own nothing. It all belongs to Richard O'Brian. Frank's POV.
I plonked down heavily onto my bed, taking another gulp from the wine bottle in my hands. My heart was pounding, and I was seething with anger. Never before had I been rejected. Ever. Not for anything. Especially by somebody by the likes of her. But I had only myself to blame. I had promised myself, that first time I saw her, I wouldn't fall. But damn, she was just too irresistible. Too sensual. Completely out of my control.
What was my favourite part of her? I didn't know.
Was it her skin? White as snow, but hot as flame. Soft and smooth. Smelling of some musky perfume, some sweet powder.
Was it her eyes? Which were the palest green, sometimes tinged blue. Large and alluring. Full of passion and secrets. An endless void I could gaze into for hours.
Was it her hair? Fiery red, just as wild. So soft, easy to run your fingers through. Smelling of some fruity shampoo.
Was it her lips? Plump, smooth, vivaciously red. And warm. So warm. The way they felt pressed against my own, moving slowly in a rhythm, occasionally pressing harder, clinging, as if her greatest fear was to let go.
Was it her voice? A strange accent, soft and sensual. Full of passion and wisdom. Enchanting. A voice that tickled my skin when erotic words were murmured into my ear. Words and a voice that sent a wonderful shiver down my spine.
The way she moved. Slowly, carefully, gracefully. Her strut that of a jungle cat. Steps I'd follow anywhere. Leading me on. Confident, sassy,
Slutty.
I slammed the wine bottle down, angry with myself for fantasizing about her.
She was nothing but a whore. A demon sent to entice me. A witch with a cruel spell.
She'd been leading me along for months, with her smile, her kiss.
Oh how she was going to regret turning my down. Her and that wretched man she was choosing to love instead.
Both of them were going to suffer the consequences of my wrath. And I'd never finish punishing them, not until my heart stopped yearning for her.
Yes, she was going to pay for ever encouraging me to love her.
I'll leave it to you to decide who Frank is lusting over ;)