Between the Shadow and the Soul: Chapter 2/?
Frankie tells herself it's just a one-time thing, just another night of hot, hungry, heady fucking that doesn't hold the desire for anything more than simply getting off.
After listening to Chloe prattle on for twelve hours while they're stuck together in a surveillance van, smothering Chloe with a smouldering kiss the second they set foot back in the station, in Frankie's mind, seems like the most effective solution to shut Chloe the hell up and wipe that annoyingly bright smile off her face.
Surprisingly, Chloe lets her be all tongue and teeth and greedy hands. She lets Frankie set the pace and lead and dominate. She doesn't protest when Frankie pins her to the wall, not wasting time easing them into it, but instead practically tearing at Chloe's clothes to get to her body before either of them can over-think it. Chloe doesn't even utter a word of objection when Frankie bites at her neck hard enough to leave a mark as she takes her rough and fast in the empty locker room.
What catches Frankie off guard about their heated encounter most though, more so than her own unplanned attack of lust, is how with a heaving chest and panting breath, Chloe simply grins sexily at her, her hair thoroughly messed up and her eyes glazed over in satisfaction, and husks, "Your place or mine?" like she's just been waiting for Frankie to crack ever since their kiss at Gail and Holly's wedding the previous weekend.
It's supposed to be a spontaneous one-time thing, but when Chloe starts trailing wet, hungry kisses up along her jaw that ends with a suggestive nip to her earlobe, Frankie finds herself brimming with a new wave of wanting, that craving she felt after her first taste of Chloe's lips reignited, and leaving her body aching with the desire for more of this woman.
"Mine," Frankie groans out as her eyes flutter shut, Chloe's hands slipping up her shirt to cover her breasts, and her tongue curling promisingly behind Frankie's ear just enough to drive her wild with anticipation.
Frankie thinks that maybe, just this once, she can handle breaking her own rules, Chloe can be a one-night thing instead of a one-time thing. It's still just fucking for the sake of fucking, it's still easy enough and meaningless; no big deal, or so she tries to tell herself.
After all, Frankie rationalises, how much difference can it really make?
As it turns out, spending one night with Chloe Price can make a lot of difference.
She's a pocket rocket of energy, all hands and lips and teeth and tongue, greedily sampling every inch of Frankie's flesh that she can get to. While normally in her sexual encounters with women, Frankie's the one maintaining the control, the one with the upper-hand, taking what she wants and giving only when she's ready, with Chloe it's different right from the get-go.
Frankie should have expected it really, given how startlingly confident Chloe is around her, and how quickly this little, annoying fireball has gotten under her skin, somehow knowing exactly how and what will press all of Frankie's buttons in just the right ways, and yet, as Chloe whips the dominance out from under her feet, leaving Frankie sprawled out on her back and at the mercy of Chloe's hypnotising touch, Frankie finds herself left utterly dazed and breathless.
"We're not doing this again," Frankie murmurs raggedly against Chloe's incessant lips, feeling the reins of her control being ripped from her grasp as Chloe's mouth works against her relentlessly, forcing her into an unusually willing submission.
Chloe simply kisses her even deeper in response, her tongue sweeping hotly into Frankie's mouth and making her moan. "Okay," Chloe breathes, looking so utterly unfazed by Frankie's declaration that it makes the embers in her chest spark anew with a burst of irritation.
"I mean it," Frankie growls, her voice low and husky with want, her teeth scraping across the bow of Chloe's top lip before licking forcefully into her mouth, and making Chloe's body shudder helplessly above her as she groans in surprise at the change of pace.
It's a small victory though, and doesn't last nearly long enough for Frankie to gain any real satisfaction from it, as Chloe returns the sharpness of her kiss, sucking fervently at Frankie's bottom lip until Frankie's a trembling mess beneath her and left clasping desperately at Chloe's back as she fights not to let herself get so easily swept away.
"Whatever you say, Frankie," Chloe repeats in a shaky exhale, her eyes dancing with detached amusement like she doesn't believe Frankie for a single second, and leans in to trail her lips and teeth along the smooth edge of Frankie's jawline, settling at the soft triangle of skin behind her ear and nipping suggestively.
Frankie's eyes flutter closed without her permission as Chloe's hot mouth shifts to kiss a pathway down her chest, her eager lips seeking out Frankie's hard, aching nipples and drawing them each in turn into the incredible warmth of her mouth, and forcing Frankie to bite back a whimper when Chloe's teasing teeth scrape and tug at her tender flesh, only to then be soothed sweetly with gentle swipes of her tongue.
She's losing this battle hard and fast, every inch of her body on fire with consuming want for Chloe to keep touching her, to take her so completely, and when Chloe makes this self-satisfied hum as she dips her tongue into the wet heat between Frankie's thighs and tastes her for the first time, it makes Frankie almost want to call the whole thing off, to wipe the smugness from Chloe's face and be the one to leave Chloe breathless and begging for more. Except Frankie knows it's far too late for that now, her resistance would be utterly futile, because her body is already arching up from the bed as undeniable pleasure ripples down her spine, and Chloe's hands are curling beneath Frankie's thighs and keeping her close as she continues to work her wondrous mouth expertly against her.
Any last protests Frankie has about this whole thing die on the tip of her tongue as a low, guttural moan rips free from her mouth instead, her whole world suddenly registering nothing but the deft fingers sliding deeply inside her and the tongue licking over her just right to leave fireworks exploding behind her eyelids.
"God, you're still here then," Frankie mumbles the following morning, rubbing tiredly at her eyes as she emerges from the bedroom to find Chloe drinking coffee in her kitchen and humming along with the radio.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," Chloe greet animatedly in return, her smile bright and beaming and far too joyous for Frankie to handle at this early hour.
Frankie scowls as Chloe comes towards her and passes her a glass of orange juice. "Yeah, no, I only do caffeine first thing," Frankie replies, shaking her head in disgust and passing the glass back, "and what the hell is that smell?"
Chloe just rolls her eyes at her and ushers Frankie onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar, taking the orange juice away and exchanging it for a steaming cup of black coffee. "I'm making breakfast," Chloe tells her, turning back to the stove and flipping an egg with a spatula.
Frankie sips deeply at her coffee, letting the heat burn down her throat and wake her up properly. "I'm not hungry," she says somewhat snottily, watching with fascination as Chloe's gracious body – clad only in her panties and one of Frankie's dark red button-down shirts – moves easily about in her space like this isn't just the first time she's been there, "and besides, princess, who said you could just make yourself at home and help yourself to my groceries?"
Chloe huffs out a laugh at that and turns to face her. "Your groceries? Frankie you had two bottles of beer and a mouldy piece of cheese in your fridge, like hello, that combo does not a happy tummy maketh," Chloe informs her with a grin, turning back to plate up their food. "I went out and got this stuff this first thing when I woke up."
"Why?" Frankie fires back, not understanding why somebody would wake up after a one-stand with the opportunity to run and not take it, deciding instead to come back and face their conquest in the refreshing, morning light of reality.
Chloe's eyebrows knit together in confusion at her question. "What do you mean why?" she asks, bringing the plates over and settling one down in front of Frankie before hopping up onto the stool opposite her. "Everybody needs a good breakfast to start their day off right, it's like a law of mankind or something," Chloe says simply, shrugging her shoulders and taking a bite of her food like that answers that.
Frankie blinks back at her for a moment longer, baffled into silence by the strangeness that is Chloe Price, and then slowly glances down at her own plate, the smiley face made up from pancakes, eggs and bacon making her scoff, "Jesus, Price, you really are one of a kind, aren't you?"
"Thanks," Chloe grins, easily taking Frankie's insult and twisting it into a compliment, and then waggling her eyebrows and pointing her knife at Frankie's own plate says, "You should really eat up before it gets cold. I need you awake enough to give me a ride to work, my car's still at the station, remember? Plus, I really don't want you running on fumes all day due to monumental energy we used up last night, because then you'll get all cranky and blame me when your stamina starts running real low later, and we can't have that, can we?"
It's the wink that Chloe tacks onto the end of her statement that really works its way under Frankie's skin, that confident, self-satisfied smirk curling at Chloe's lips and making her eyes glimmer mischievously, that lets Frankie know, that despite what she said last night, this won't be the last time Chloe Price ends up in her bed.