TC Stark: Once again, so sorry for the delay! I've been distracted . But, I told myself I would finish this chapter by tonight and I did! I wanted to include some fluffyness in this because well...I think the story of Frankie and Forrest is romantic lol Thank you all for the continued support and I hope you enjoy what this story has to offer!
Disclaimer: I only own Frankie and my ideas.
Chapter Three
A week had come and went and in no time at all, Frankie's parents were gone. While it had been nice to reunite and she certainly felt like their relationship was getting back to the way it used to be, she was a little thankful when they did leave. Wounds were too fresh and at times, everything seemed forced. But, she had confidence that the next time they all saw each other, there would no longer be that awkward tension in the air. Their bonds would heal in time.
What Frankie was most pleased about, was the relationship that had formed between Forrest and her parents. It had taken so much effort to try and figure out how to break through to her mother and father, but her fiance's firm personality had gotten the job done. By staying true to who he was, he had earned the respect of his future in-laws.
Curled up in the bed, Frankie rested her head back into the pillow. She had never felt this kind of comfort before. Having her parents come over had made it all the more obvious that she really was committing the rest of her life with Forrest. And having him stand up for her the way he did, made her realize how much she wanted to make that happen.
Was she dreaming it all? Was she really this happy? Or was it all just an illusion? Not too long ago, Frankie feared her troubles would never go away and she would never know what it would be like to truly be happy. To not feel trapped in her own body. To feel that pull of depression that hindered her from even getting out of bed.
In the early hours of the morning, Frankie watched the sun struggle to break free. Her Hazel eyes stared out the window, as she lay in the bed with nothing more than a white tee shirt and her underwear. It was still very hot and considering it was just her, she figured it was the only time she could relieve herself from the extreme heat. Chuckling, she knew there was no way she could roam around almost stark naked.
That was when the door opened and Forrest stepped in. Before the sun had even begun to struggle to pop up, he had gone to work on making his almost famous apple brandy. Even though the weather outside was scorching hot, people seemed to enjoy a drink that made them sweat fiercely. It didn't make much sense, but they made a profit.
After taking off his hat and sweater; Forrest walked around and sat down on the edge of her side. Frankie curled up, so to give him room, even though his large hand ran itself against her bare calf, sending shivers up and down her spine. Every time he touched her skin, she felt every nerve in her body awaken.
"You alright?"
Forrest's rugged voice rumbled from his lips and it snapped Frankie from her gazing out the window. Her Hazel eyes turned over and saw him begin to remove his heavy clothing. It was very hot outside and considering he had been working hard that morning, he most likely wanted to get out of his conflicting attire.
As he shed his cardigan and began to work on the buttons of his shirt, Frankie reached over and grabbed a cigarette to place it in between her lips. While lighting it, she shrugged, "Just thinking about my parents."
"You wished they would have stayed?"
Frankie cracked a lopsided grin, while taking in a deep drag of the cigarette. The embers burned with each pull, crackling as the tip turned into ash. Flicking the smoke into a nearby ashtray, the New Yorker expressed, "I was happy to see them leave. Not because...that sounded wrong."
Finally revealing his strong chest, Forrest comforted her, "I understand. You've been...ugh...uneasy this whole week."
"One week isn't going to fix years of damage," Turning back around to the Franklin man, she smiled genuinely, "But, I feel next time we see each other, things will be a lot better...maybe you could even meet my sisters."
If there was one thing – well, two things – that she truly missed about New York, it was her sisters. Two shining examples that mankind wasn't born with hatred. With prejudice. All they cared about in life were smiles and their toys. When all else around her seemed to be crumbling down, a look at their joyful faces made everything better.
"Wanna give you something." Forrest murmured, while reaching into his pocket.
Frankie raised an eyebrow as he saw what was in the older man's hand. It was a ring. Simple. A thin silver band and a flat fair sized diamond that still shined brightly. It look a tad old. Not in a bad way. It still was beautiful, but she could tell that it had a few years on it. It was really something to admire; it looked as if it could tell so many stories.
At the sight of the ring, the blonde haired girl scooted up and bent her knees up against her chest. Peering over, she curiously looked at it and asked, "What is that?"
Forrest seemed to stare at the object longingly. Fixed on it. As if it held a memory held dear to his heart. A lifetime that he had long forgotten about. Or had shoved in the past, in order to fulfill a greater responsibility. She didn't dare say a word. The Immortal Bondurant was the kind of man who didn't allow his emotions to surface too often. So, when the rare occasion did happen, it was best to stay silent so he could accept it.
Running his thumb along the band, he turned towards the younger woman and spoke, "One of the only things I have left from my mom."
Hearing that almost made Frankie's heart sink. She had been complaining about her parents, but in reality she should have been thankful. At least she still had hers. Despite all the damage that had been done, it was possible to fix the relationship because they were alive. All the Bondurants had were memories, nothing else.
"It's beautiful." She gently spoke.
Forrest gave a small nod, while expressing, "I want you to have it."
Frankie's Hazel eyes widened, staring over at her fiance. Was he really offering her his mother's wedding ring? One of the only thing he had left of the deceased woman. Engagements could break apart. As much as they wanted to be together, there was always the possibility of things not working out. Was he really sure that he wanted to give her one of his most beloved possession?
Clearing her throat, she could not contain the shock in her voice, "F-Forrest...I can't...are you sure? This is your mother's ring, don't you want to keep it safe?"
Breath hitched in the back of her throat, as he gently lifted her left hand and honestly spoke, "It'll be safe on your hand. I never got you a ring..."
Frankie stayed still as Forrest turned her hand upside down and placed the ring in the middle of her palm. Wrapping her fingers around the piece of jewelry, he let out a grumble before sitting up. His breathing rumbled; his eyes foxed on the girl next to him. All she could do was stare at the ring in amazement.
Slowly uncurling her fingers, Frankie looked down at the ring. What originally seemed like a lovely piece of jewelry was now the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes upon. She never really wore much jewelry; she didn't have many shinny things. And even though it was a little dull with age, she still smiled upon it.
As tears began to fill in her eyes, she slipped the ring onto its proper finger. It was a good fit and suddenly, what she thought would be foreign; felt so natural. It was because the ring symbolized the life she was committing to with Forrest. It made her realize how serious everything was and it made her all the happier.
Holding her hand against her chest, Frankie smiled to herself. Then looking over at Forrest, she whispered, "Thank you."
Of course he only gave a small nod, but she knew that he was happy. She had just agreed to wear his mother's ring. Forrest tried not to be a very sentimental person. It didn't get him very far. He knew life was unpredictable and in his lifetime, he had lost many loved ones. It he started to get emotional about it, he would break. But, there was no denying that the ring looked beautiful on her hand and he was honored she welcomed his life so well.
Frankie's hand reached over and grazed over the stubble that pricked from his cheek. His rough skin rubbed against the palm of her hand, making her smile. With a small touch she could tell all that he had been through. Knowing that, she felt an immense amount of comfort. Forrest was her fiance and they were going to be married and happy.
Happy. Frankie really liked the sound of that. Tucking her legs underneath her, she propped up on her knees and leaned forward. Forrest stayed still as his fiance's lips touched his full ones. Slowly, they began to move in rhythm with each other. Gentle, slow. She was lost within the taste of tobacco and the smell of a hard day's labor, with a mix of apples.
As their mouths moved together, Forrest's large arm wrapped itself around her waist and pull her in. With a few fluid movements, her legs were straddling either side of his waist. Frankie always felt so small while pressed up against his body. He held her close and in that moment, she felt as if nothing could ever cause her harm.
Breaking away from Forrest's mouth for a moment, Frankie leaned back while taking her shirt off. The older Bondurant's large hands ran themselves up her smooth thighs, until they reached her buttocks; holding her in place as the shirt slid off her body. As her small breasts were revealed, he left out a murmured groan, one that rumbled throughout his whole chest.
With Frankie's body leaning back, Forrest moved forward and pressed his full lips above her navel. The feel of his moist mouth against her skin sent shivers crawling through her skin. A moan escaped her lips as his mouth traveled up her torso, placing full lipped kisses along the way. He always handled her so tenderly.
Frankie's head tilted back, as Forrest finally took one of her breasts within his mouth. Her scent filled his nostrils and her moans ran through his ears, as his tongue ran itself against her nipple. As he orally stimulated her left breast, his large hand released her behind and reached out to gently hold onto her soft mound.
With ease, the older Bondurant lay Frankie down on the bed, his massive body looming over her. As his nose nuzzled into the nook of her neck, she looped her arms around his strong shoulders. As his full lips sucked gently on her skin, she felt her whole body beginning to warm up. Her legs uncontrollably moved around; rubbing the inside of her thighs against his hips.
Forrest's hands gripped Frankie's a little rougher, as his bulge rubbed against her panties. Even through his pants he could feel her warm sex. Wet with anticipation. She couldn't even contain herself. A pressure was rising throughout her body and she anxiously attempted to stimulate her clitoris, by pushing it against his clothed hard on.
As gentle and king hearted as he was, Forrest was a man who knew what he wanted. And at that moment, he needed her. He was so pulled towards her that he could not contain himself from yanking her panties down her legs, before she kicked them off. Moving his mouth to hers, their lips embraced in a passionate kiss as Frankie reached down and pulled down his zipper. He was hers and she was his. There was nothing more comforting than that notion. To know the person she was touching loved her and she loved him.
Forrest let out a heavy groan, as his hardened staff was pulled from his pants. At this, he brought away from Frankie's lips and bowed his head down, as she began to run her hand up and down his length. The feel of her hand sent shivers down his spine, as his hips involuntarily started to gently buck in the palm of her hand.
Normally, Frankie was a very big fan of foreplay. As someone who did not discriminate against sex when looking for a partner, she quite enjoyed oral sex. And from what she observed, she was quite good at it. Forrest always looked so stern when she began to travel down and take him in her mouth. Who he was in life was who he was in the bedroom. But, all she needed was to hear his heavy breathing to know that he enjoyed the feel of her lips around his length.
But, in that moment she knew she needed him inside of her. Needed to feel that connectivity. Holding him close, Frankie ran her wet lips up along the length of his staff, causing him to grab a hold of her cheek and deepen the kiss. He needed her just as much as she needed him. There was a ferocity in his actions. It was as if this was the first time he was making love to his fiance.
Picking her behind up, Forrest glided his length into the wet folds of her sex. Frankie's fingertips dug into his bare shoulders, as her walls began to wrap around the hard staff. Instantly, she was overcome with relief of having him inside her. Overjoyed to have them connected in the most intimate way two people could be.
Relaxed, Frankie rested her head back as his strong body loomed over her, moving his hips in a steady rhythm. Forrest's hand held onto the headboard, as he continued to move inside of his lover's walls. He looked down and saw her body stretched out, caught deep within the moment. Only concentrating on him and him alone.
And that was the only thing that Frankie was focused on. All that really mattered. Throughout everything in her life, there was negativity. Every person she knew who cared about her, saw a flaw in her. Forrest was the only person who respected her, loved her, and saw nothing wrong with her. The only man who never questioned his feelings for her, because there was nothing wrong with her.
They were an unlikely couple. Even she could see that. In the beginning days of them knowing each other, Frankie in fact was...afraid of him. His large stature and reputation was enough to make her believe that he was someone to fear. But, in his arms, she never felt safer in her life. At any chance she could, she seized the opportunity to feel his skin against hers.
Each time Forrest's tip hit against her cervix, Frankie's lips quivered. Her eyes were fluttered closed and her fingers clawed at the sheets below her body. Touching his palm against her cheek, the Bondurant murmured, "Open your eyes."
If only he knew how hard that was for her. Reaching up, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist as her body writhed in pleasure. A climax was building up fast and she could hardly contain herself. The beast was coming out of him. The man that only few men knew, before they met their untimely demise. Forrest was a very inward person, but she knew that in some rare cases he unleashed himself and it seemed he was doing so in their most intimate of moments.
And as his hips ground against hers, Frankie let out a gasp as an orgasm washed over her. Feeling her vagina muscles tighten around him, he held her even closer. His thrusts were powerful and long; allowing her to ride out her climax. Her fingers digging into his back caused a grunt to erupt from deep within his chest, as he took one last thrust before pulling out and allowing a stream of semen to spill out onto the bed.
"Oh Forrest..." Frankie moaned gently, in a daze as she ran her hands up against his hard chest.
Forrest only murmured incoherent words, as he straightened up and zipped up his pants. While running his hand along her leg, he positioned himself to sit against the headboard of the bed. As he pulled a chewed up cigar from his pocket, Frankie allowed her body to relax from the intense finish she had just experienced.
With a happy sigh, Frankie scooted up so she was also leaning against the headboard. She reached over to the nightstand and picked up her pack of cigarettes, grabbing one out and placing it in her mouth. Once the cigarette was lit, she waited for him to lift his arm before tucking herself against his body. The back of her head resting against his shoulder.
The deep smell of tobacco filled her nostrils. She may have been a cigarette smoker, but she wasn't that big of a fan of cigars. But, she loved the scent because it was Forrest's. The moment he lit his smoke, she instantly felt warmth again. But, it wasn't a sexual one. Rather, it was the sensation of someone who was truly happy about everything her lover had to offer.
As his fingers began to run themselves against the stubble of the side of her head, she lifted up her hand and observed the ring. Running her thumb along the band, she spoke lowly, "Who are parents are really do set the stage for what will happen in our lives."
"Only we control our journey. No one else."
