"I miss her already." Frankie whispered as she looked at the empty cot in the nursery.
"Me too, but you're more than just Imogen's mum and a brilliant forensic scientist, you're the woman I have waited seven very long, and very celibate weeks for." Grabbing Frankie and pulling her to him.
Frankie placed her hands flat on Boyds chest, running them ever so slowly up and on to his shoulders. From there she stroked his neck, his cheeks, her fingers scraping over his beard.
"This is definitely you, makes you look more distinguished." Her fingers making the short bristles brush upwards before smoothing the hair flat again.
Boyds hands weren't ideal, making their way under the shirt Frankie had on before stopping at the edge of her bra. Frankie moved as close as she could to Boyd, reaching up on her tiptoes so she could seal her lips with his. It wasn't a foreplay kiss Frankie was aiming for, and Boyd wasn't going for sweet and tender. As soon as she parted her lips slightly his tongue pushed inside her mouth, sweeping over her teeth, her tongue, the inside of her cheeks. When she moaned loudly Boyds hands that had been under her shirt slid down and cupped her arse, pulling her groin up and flush with his.
The contact made them both groan, Frankie jean clad leg sliding up Boyds leg and hooking around his waist. Frankie tired to push Boyds tongue back into his own mouth with her own, she wanted to give him the same treatment he was giving her. Instead he broke the heated kiss, making her walk backwards as he attempted to guide them both to the bedroom. Frankie wasn't having any of his directions, instead she slid one hand down his back to his arse before expertly manoeuvring it around his waist and sliding it between their bodies.
When he felt Frankie's hand brush against his erection it was nearly his undoing, seven weeks was a long time to go without any sort of sexual contact or release.
"Frankie!" He growled as he nipped at her ear, his teeth leaving tiny red marks.
When he nipped her ear Frankie squeezed his erection, not hard enough to cause discomfort but enough for him to buck his hips towards her.
"If you don't," placing kisses to her neck as he both walked and talked, "stop doing that," his hips bucking again as she rubbed him through his trouser, "this will be over before I even get you half naked." Feeling her squeeze him again as he stifled his groan by biting her neck.
Frankie took the hint and removed her hand from his erection, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She kissed him, letting him guide her backwards as she ran her hands under his t-shirt. She had no idea of where they were until her thighs hit something hard, presumably the base of the bed. She went to open her eyes but felt her shirt being bunched up and pulled upwards, no doubt to pull over her head.
She let go of Boyd and held her arms up, the shirt sticking around her neck and chin until she wriggled her head a little. As soon as the shirt was off Boyds lips were back on her neck, kissing and licking her shoulder as his hands went to her bra strap. She felt her bra become lose, her still huge boobs weighing down the material as the straps slid off her shoulders. Boyds hands followed the straps down her arms as he stepped back so he could remove her bra completely. He couldn't help stare, his hands making fists as he fought the urge to touch her.
"You can touch, just take it slowly. I'm not sure what they're capable off now." Frankie eyes flicking between Boyd and her huge cleavage.
Boyd didn't need telling twice, his hands unfisting as he stepped closer to Frankie and raised his hands. He didn't just grab a hold like he was used to doing, instead brushing the pads of his thumbs very gently over her nipples. Frankie shuddered, her body responding to the light touch of Boyds thumbs against her very sensitive nipples. When he felt Frankie shuddered, her took one nipple between his finger and thumb and rolled it, making sure not to squeeze hard as he did. Frankie's eyes were closed, her head back slightly as she let Boyd see how far he could manipulate her body. When he rolled both nipple she gave a deep throaty moan, pushing her chest closer to Boyd.
She still had her eyes closed as Boyd lowered his head so he was eye level with her cleavage. He glanced upwards, his tongue flicking out and over her nipple. The response was instant, Frankie's eyes flying open as her gaze locked with Boyds.
"Fuck, that feels," her words stopped as he did it again, this time his tongue swirling around the nipple.
He swapped breasts, giving the other the same attention.
"I need you, now!" Frankie's hands lunging for the belt on Boyds pants as she spoke.
He wasn't quick enough to stop her, she had his belt undone and the button popped before he could. Her hand was inside his pants before he managed to catch it.
"Shit, Frankie." His words rushed and breathless as he wrapped his hand around hers so she couldn't grab hold of him. "You do your clothes, I'll do mine. First one naked gets to be on top." Knowing fine well they would be both on top at some point, if they last long enough of course.
Frankie was of course stripped in seconds, her hands coming up to help undo the buttons on his shirt. Boyd let her, she wasn't making a grab for his now free and at attention penis so it was good. Once she had pushed his shirt from his shoulders she stood back looking at him, her tongue darting out as here eyes raked over his reaction. She reached out and touched the small white scars on his right side, the knife scars still visible after all these years. Then she touched the circular gagged scar on his left shoulder, the bullet that passed straight through as it tore his skin.
Losing him back in nineteen eighty four had been tough, yet seeing him all bloodied and bruised had been worse. At least he had been alive back in nineteen eighty four, when he'd been stabbed and shoot it was touch and go. Boyd could see Frankie dwelling on his injuries, her fingers ghosting his skin so he returned the gesture, his fingers moving lightly over the faint white line on the top of Frankies arm where she had accidentally been caught in the crossfire, the bullet grazing her skin.
From there he moved down her arm and across onto her stomach, the thin silvery white lines showing where her body had stretched and grew to house their daughter. He hadn't really taken that much notice of her body since Imogen had been born, both of them not getting to focused on things they couldn't have. He had noticed her breasts, how could he not. They were huge now, and neither Imogen or himself were complaining. Her stomach wasn't perfectly flat again, but he wasn't bothered, as long as Frankie was happy within herself.
The urgency between them seemed to have filtered out, each taking in the others naked body after being separated for what felt liked months.
"How can someone who only gave birth weeks ago look so damn good?" Seeing Frankie completely naked for the first time since she was pregnant.
Frankie blushed, even her ears tinged red. Frankie was not good at taking compliments, she wasn't a girly girl in anyway. Frankie looked down at the floor, not wanting to look at Boyd. He was not going to let her shy away from the fact that he thought she looked good. He reached out cupped her chin, raising her head slowly so she was facing him.
"Frankie, look at me." Pausing until Frankie did look at him. "You are beautiful, don't ever forget that. You were beautiful when we met, you were beautiful when you were pregnant, and your are just as beautiful now." Seeing Frankie blush again at his words. "I don't get in this state for just anyone you know." Letting his erection press agaisnt her stomach as he drew her into his arms.
"Make love to me, Peter." Frankie's words low and whispered, his first name coming out as she saw in his eyes he meant every word he said.
He kissed her, slowly, reverently, worshiping her as he lowered her to the bed. Instead of the heated sex that they had started with, their love making was slowly, intimate, all most like they were learning each other's bodies all over again.
Frankie lay curled up at Boyd's side, his arms around her waist as her head rested on his chest. They were both sated, happy, and sleepy, more so Frankie. Frankie yawned as Boyd rolled on his side to face her.
"Go to sleep, you need it and deserve it. Imogen still got a couple of hours with Mel and Spencer and even if they bring her back earlier I'm here." Kissing Frankie's forehead.
"You stopping with me?" Giving him her best pet lip and batting her eyelids.
"Now I know where Imogen gets that pet lip from, evil woman. Just until you're asleep, okay" Tucking Frankie against his chest as she yawned again.
Boyd lay still, feeling Frankie's growing heavy in his arms as she fell asleep. He didn't want to admit out loud how good life was going for him. He thought if he did he would jinx it. He was truly happy, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Imogen had given another chance to get being a dad right. Frankie being Frankie had said she wouldn't marry him, but he would keep asking. Yet he was happy with life, happy to have Frankie and Imogen in his life. As long as he had his girl's things were perfect.