Some of Frank's thought about Hazel. Plenty of Frazel. i do not own anything. Please review!
Frank was worried. He had always thought of Hazel as stunning, but ever since Venice he had been thinking about her in THAT way more and more.
He still felt like a complete klutz and uncomfortable in his huge body, but his brain hadn't gotten the memo.
You'd think his mind would be occupied with thoughts about… um… the war maybe. Gaia's awakening. The Roman legion attacking camp half blood. You know important, life changing stuff.
But no. Frank's mind went to very inappropriate places most of the times. It's like with the physical change, he had received a dose hormones and yes, some very inappropriate, PG rated thoughts. It was getting very difficult to think about anything else.
Stupid teenage guy hormones.
He knew Piper and Annabeth were beautiful, but Hazel was breathtaking.
Her eyes were the first thing that he noticed about her. She always had this kind of sadness in them, this guilt. It was only later that he discovered that it was because in her previous life, she had helped Gaya resurrect one of her sons, Alycyoneus.
That sadness had started to fade though, replaced with a little twinkle. In camp Jupiter she had that twinkle when Nico came to visit, and later when they became friends, she had it when she saw Frank. But now, that twinkle was emphasized, constantly present in her golden eyes.
Frank hoped he had a part in that.
Also, she had a body to die for. You can't NOT notice that. She had been teaching Piper to use a sword, and Frank couldn't stop his mind. The way she lifted her sword so easily, striking fiercely but effectively. She was amazing, and on Arion she was invincible.
He loved her hair too. She hated it of course. Always complaining that it's a mess, always trying to tame it. But it cannot be tamed just as she can't. It's free and unstoppable, like her. And dam if those curly cinnamon locks didn't make him want to run his hand through them.
And her lips… just the thought of them made him groan. They were soft and tasted like coco and maple syrup. Frank had a weak spot for those two. What killed him was that when she kissed him there was no hesitation, like kissing him didn't require a second thought.
Her kisses made his knees weak, and he was afraid they'd give in and he would fall. Strangely he was less worried from a head injury than he was from the fact that she would stop kissing him.
Frank didn't know what he would do if the kissing stopped.
They hadn't kissed much though. She started blushing just from holding hands. When she did that, all he wanted to do was carry her to his room and see how deep that blush goes.
But she wasn't ready. Hazel was born in a different time, and she wanted to be treated like a lady.
And by gods did she deserve it.
Frank will wait until she grows up. She will fall in love with him. Then and only then will he allow it to get even remotely close to his thoughts.
Until then, just making her smile is enough.
Did he mention that her smile made his heart skip a beat?