Which one is ticklish?
Frankie was lying sprawled out on her front, shorts sticking to her and her bikini top seeming to be just as restrictive. It was hot, very hot. The heat was a dry smoggy heat that made everyone ten times more bad tempered than normal. Every window in the house was open, the patio doors flung wide open in a vain attempt to let some air into the house. The was no breeze at all, the grass outside now a very dry crisp yellow, no rain in over a week making it slowly wither. Frankie looked at the glass on the coffee table, the now empty glass. She didn't have the energy to get up and drag herself to the kitchen for another drink. She knew the benefits of staying hydrated, but she swore this past week she had drank her body weight twice over every day.
Doing a cross between a roll and a push up Frankie got off the settee and dragged herself into the kitchen. Opening the fridge door she took out one of the many bottles of water she had stored in there, unscrewing the lid and taking a long drink. Other than wetting her lips and mouth it did nothing, she was still hot. Looking down at her shorts she put the bottle of water on the bench and pushed them down, the material rolling up as she peeled it off her body. At least she had a nice tan after spending the first few days out sunbathing when she got a chance. Once she realised there was no sign of the sun leaving soon the novelty of sunbathing wore off, replaced with lots of cold showers and very little clothing. Picking up the bottle of water from the bench she heads upstairs, the air seeming to grow hotter as she climbed the stairs. Pushing open the bedroom door she looked at the bed, the duvet dumped on the floor at the foot of the bed after being kicked off. As well as making everyone more moody it also seemed to make her more tired. Frankie put the bottle of water on the bedside cabinet before climbed on the bed. The sheet was cool against her hot skin, her body enjoying the brief relief before the bed warmed up.
Frankie was drifting, her eyes feeling heavy as she heard the front door open and close. She didn't have the energy to get up, she knew he would come straight up stairs to change. Sure enough she heard the loud heavy thuds on the stairs as he came up.
"Why the fuck does it have to be so, ooh, doesn't matter, I like hot when it looks like this." Boyds rant halted as he took in Frankie lying on the bed in just a bikini top and thong.
Frankie turned her head to look at Boyd, stood in the doorway to their bedroom in a shirt that was stuck to every part of his chest, the material nearly see through with sweat. She dreaded to think how sweaty his legs were, his light grey trousers looking damp in places that it was too hot for her mind to be wondering to.
"You need a shower." Frankie starting the obvious as she smirked.
"No shit, I thought this was the normal look." Boyd standing slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt and unpeeling it from his chest.
Frankie lay watching him, even hot, sweaty and moody he looked good. Once his shirt was off he took his keys and phone out his pocket and put them on the bedside cabinet beside Frankie's bottle of water. He took his trousers off and stood in just a pair of sweat drenched grey boxers, the material sticking to him so it left very little to the imagination. Frankie's lips were very dry again, and it had nothing to do with the stifling heat. Boyd caught the feral look Frankie was giving him, her eyes lingering on his sweat drenched groin.
"You can think again if you think sex in this heat is going to happen, it's too fucking hot to do anything that's going to make me even more hot and sweaty.
Frankie pouted and rolled onto her side, supporting her head on her arm as she bent her leg at the knee and propped her legs open. Frankies move did not go unnoticed by Boyd, his boxers shifting as his body reacted to the sight Frankie was presenting.
"Not doing this, Frankie." Boyd turning on his heels and walking towards the bathroom.
He was right of course, it was too hot, but needs must, and she needed him. Frankie sat up as she listened for the shower switching on, the water already set to cool. Waiting five minutes she stripped off and creeped slowly along the landing and into the bathroom. He had his back to her as he stood under the spray, his hair slicked back as he washed the shampoo out. The way his muscles shifted on his back was mesmerising, his tanned skin looking golden brown under the water.
"You going to stand there all day?" Boyd voice making her jump.
She should have known he would know she was there, he always knew when she was near him. Giving up any pretence of joining him for any other reason than sex she stepped under the spray and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. She could feel how turned on he already was, the evidence rubbing against her thigh.
"Thought it was too hot?" Shifting so she rubbed against him.
"Shut up, Frankie. At least under here it's cooler." Grabbing her hips and lifting her up as he pinned her against the shower wall.
Boyd has been right, sex under the shower was cooler, and a lot more pleasant than she had expected. When Boyd placed her back on her feet she leaned against his chest, the cooler water washing over them both as they stood panting.
"Maybe we should get out before we shrivel up." Boyd kissing Frankie's forehead as he stepped back.
"Some things have already done that." Giving him a pointed look.
"Get out Frankie." Reaching behind her to switch the shower off.
Frankie got out the shower, closely followed by Boyd. Taking a towel from the radiator Frankie carried it through to the bedroom and spread it on the bed. She didn't bother getting dried just lay on the towel on her front. The heat in the air seemed to dry her within minutes.
"Did you get that fan working?" Boyd asked her as he stood naked beside the bed, towel in hand as he rubbed it over his hair.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. It's still in the garage." Frankie jumping off the bed and moving past Boyd to head down to the garage.
When she came back into the bedroom Boyd was sat up on the bed, pillows stacked behind him in just a pair of loose fitting boxers. Frankie looked around the room trying to work out where to plug the fan in where it would benefit them both. Finally she pulled the chair over from under the dresser and stuck it at the foot of the bed, fan on top of it. Pulling the extension cable over she plugged in the fan and stepped as far back as she could as she flicked the switch. The fan started up with a loud whirring noise, the blades slowly gathering momentum until they reached full speed, the cold air blowing out and onto the bed.
"That is nice." Boyd wiggling his toes as the air hit them.
Frankie climbed on the bed and lay beside Boyd, close but not quite touching. Boyd looked across at Frankie, lying naked on her back as the cold air washed over them both. He lifted his arm up and held it up for her, smiling as she shifted across and snuggled up to him.
"This is definitely better. I missed having you beside me." Frankie said as she stroked her fingers across his smooth chest, the circles slowing getting bigger and bigger.
"Mhhhh, no arguments from me." Boyd kissing Frankie's hair as he felt the cold air brushing over his skin.
The hand he had on Frankie's back was just as occupied as hers, stroking up and down her spine making her twitch and move around. He knew she was ticklish, had found out many years before when they first started sleeping together. It was very rare he tickled her, he remembered the first time he had and the ice pack he needed afterwards. Now though, he knew she was more careful, or at least he hoped she was. He couldn't resist, his fingers reaching from her back to her side as he started to tickle her. Frankie reacted instantly, doubling over as she tried to protect herself. It didn't work, Boyd moving quicker as he rolled her over and pinned her under him. He continued to tickle her, stopping only when her shr screamed 'Peter.'
He stopped tickling her, but kept her pinned underneath him until she stopped laughing.
"Not funny, really not funny." Frankie finally managed to say.
"Was from up here." Lifting off and dropping beside her on the bed.
"Bastard, I'm all sweaty again." Frankie nudging him over so she was directly in the stream of cold air.
"But you still love me." Giving her a smile as he cuddled up to her again.
"Someone has to keep you on the straight and narrow." Resting her head on his chest as she closed her eyes.
"If you say so. Now let's enjoy this nice cool breeze and hope it pisses down with rain tomorrow. If it doesn't then the met can fuck off if they think I'm going to work in that sweat box. Stella had shorts on and some skimpy top thing, Even Grace dressed down in some seriously hideous flowery shorts and a blouse thing. Poor Spencer and I were cooked by ten. I am not doing that shit again. I think Eve moved into the fridges at one point to do paperwork." Boyd telling Frankie about his day.
"Poor baby, you just lie here and enjoy the cold air." Kissing Boyd on the chest as they lay quietly and enjoyed watching the sun slowly setting on yet another scourging hot day in London
