TITLE: Lose Control

CHARACTERS: Roxy Cayan, Frankie Kazarian, Ruby Marshell, Morgan, Destiny, La Shy Girl, Mike James, various others

PAIRINGS: Frankie/OC (Roxy), Frankie/Morgan, Frankie/others

NOTES: Takes place in Impact Zone Wrestling, a Phoenix indy company. Frankie Kazarian used to work there before he made it to TNA. Check out the IZW stars that are mentioned at this web address. (Take out the spaces)

http / www . impactzonewrestling . com / modules . php ? name superstars #

DISCLAIMER: I own Roxy Cayan. Chic of Extreme owns Ruby. The others are not mine, nor do I claim they are.

Frankie Kazarian POV

Roxy sounds sad as I hang up the phone. I can't help but feel a little bad for doing this to her, but really, does she think she's all I need? Yeah, she's pretty, she's smart, she's tough, but she wants to be a virgin until she gets married. Sure, I've tried to push her, just a little bit, but she refuses to go any further than kissing and a little touch or two. I need more than that.

"Now…" I say to myself, tightening my ponytail in the mirror. "I've got…" I check my watch. "Ten minutes to get Morgan." That leaves me about five minutes to get dressed. My hair's still wet from the shower and I flick a drop of cold water from the back of my neck.

When I pick up Morgan, I do the whole 'Wanna just go back to my place?' thing. She agrees. A small flame of desire sparks within her.

It's midnight by the time we're done. She's wrapped in the sheet and I'm, well, not. Morgan's still kissing me, but the fire in her eyes fades as she asks me: "What about Roxy?"

I shrug, kissing her again. "What about Roxy? She's not here, is she?"

"Frankie…" Morgan replies seriously. "She may not be my friend, but she loves you. Hell, I hate the little girl's guts, and you are hot, but Roxy cares a lot about you…"

I sigh. "Morgan…it's not like that, baby. Roxy's an angel, but you know angels. Virgins…She doesn't want this." I run my fingers down her curvy side. "C'mon, Morgan…"

Morgan pushes me away as I lean in for another kiss. "Frankie. I don't want to get in trouble with the little firecracker, okay? Once I get on Roxy's bad side, I get on Ruby's, then it's the whole locker room. Roxy and I may not be friends, but at least I'm not scum in the locker room right now." She unravels herself from the sheets and stands, in all of her tan, naked, soft glory. "I need to get home. La Shy's waiting up for me, I bet."

I stand up, wrapping my arms around Morgan. "C'mon, Morgsy, baby. Come back to bed. You can call La Shy in the morning."

Morgan draws away, picking up her clothes. "Sorry, Frankie. Sleeping with you never involves a sleepover." She kisses me. "You know that." She starts getting dressed. "I would ask for another one tomorrow night, sexy…but I'd better not. Roxy'll want you."

I nod, sighing as I pull on my jeans. "Yeah, better give her one night, at least."

Morgan kisses me lightly, smirking. "Drive over to her place right now. Go hold her. I know she'll be happy to see you."

I shrug, pulling my dark, messy hair back. "I guess so. Hope she's still up."