A/N~So, people who are Blake and Franklin fans, get ready!

Blake and her friends were tiptoeing their way into Michael and Amanda's bedroom as the dark haired teen had raspberry mist shaving cream in one hand. Max had a large hot pink feather in her hand and Lunch on the other hand had Blake's handheld camera.

Once Blake slowly open the door to the master bedroom, they noticed that Michael was still asleep and Amanda was nowhere to be seen. Blake shushed her friends quietly as they walked towards the right side of the bed, where Michael was still sleeping.

Blake slowly grabbed his left hand as she press the nozzle for the shaving cream to come out. It made a quiet sloshing noise, as Michael only moaned softly in his sleep. Once Blake had put enough of the raspberry mist shaving cream in his hand, she backed away as Max started tickling Michael's nose with the hot pink feather.

As Michael was sniffing out his nose, while the feather was touching it, he immediately swatted his nose and mouth and the shaving cream got onto him. His midnight blue eyes opened once he heard the giggling coming from the girls.

"What is this shit?" Michael asked, while he raised his body upright before wiping off the shaving cream.

The girls were still laughing as Michael swatted the shaving cream at them, just to get back at them.

"Seriously, what is your problem?" Michael questioned while wiping the stuff off.

"Oh, nothin'," Blake replied. "We just wanna do a little something to you and Aunt Amanda,"

"What did you do to her?" Michael questioned.

"Blake!" Amanda shouted as she came out of the bathroom and stomping her way into the master bedroom where Blake, Michael and the others were.

"What is this you gave me?" Amanda asked. "Because, it won't come off my face,"

Amanda's face was covered with the face cream that the girls gave to her as a gift. The whole cream was white, but after a few minutes it turned lime green all of a sudden along with an effect to it.

Michael was looking at his wife wide-eyed.

"Well, that's because Lunch had put color changing dye and glue in your face cream!" Blake explained, as she kept laughing hysterically with her friends.

Michael couldn't keep a straight face on him, until he started laughing along with the girls.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. DS," Lunch walked towards Amanda as she aimed the camera at her face.

"It's not fucking funny!" Amanda hissed, smacking Lunch's arm for her to stop aiming the camera at her face.

Raindrops keep tapping against the see through windows of Franklin's home, as he was looking out the window while keeping a close eye on his girlfriend, Blake who happened to passed out at the front of his door while on the phone. A warm black blanket was covering the dark haired teen as she was still asleep on the couch.

Blake started to moan out softly as she started shifting on his couch, until she opened her teal colored eyes to see that she was staring at the ceiling. Once she removed the blanket, she realized that she was still in the musty white shirt that Trevor made her put on as a nightshirt. Her black combat boots were off, as they were on the floor next to her and her black backpack.

As she raise her body upright, she ran her fingers through her raven colored hair, before stopping at the tips of it while examining her colorful streaks.

"Hey, baby,"

Her eyes widened as she heard her boyfriend's voice from behind. She turned her head swiftly as she noticed him, walking towards her.

"You're finally up," Franklin said.

A small smile was curled up on her lips as her hands were place onto his couch, behind her.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Blake replied.

Franklin smiled as well, before walking around the couch and he sat down next to Blake, once she removed her legs that were laying across the couch.

"So… what happened?" Blake asked, while looking down at her clasped hand on her lap.

"You called me and you were outside my crib." Franklin explained.

"Oh," Blake said softly, before covering her face with her hands. "I can't believe what happened to me these past days,"

"What happened?" Franklin asked, moving closer to her.

"Well, Uncle T did the most dumbest shit ever,"

"What he do now?" Franklin asked.

Blake looked up at Franklin's eyes. "You remember Martin Madrazo?"

"Yeah, why?" Franklin questioned.

"He taken his wife hostage and started some stupid high school romance with her and me and Uncle Michael had to live out in Sandy Shores…" Blake explained as she can feel her emotions running through her mind and even felt her heart hurting at the same time.

"I couldn't take it being in the desert… so I ran off, leaving Uncle Michael behind and knocking out Uncle T in the process,"

Blake was now crying as she cover her face, until Franklin pulled her close to him.

"Let it all out, baby," Franklin said, softly.

And yet she did.

"I wish for an okay life here and what I get?" Blake asked. "A fucked up life of a teenager . I came here to find my Daddy, but instead I had to live my Uncle Michael who has love handles now,"

"It will be okay," Franklin said soothingly. "You're here with me,"

Blake felt him kissing the side of her forehead, as her eyes widen.

She forgot that she had a secret boyfriend in life who loved her. She even has an overprotective uncle who treats her like his own kid, instead of his own kids who are complete fucked ups. And she even got friends who even cared about her from the very first day of school.

Even though she got used to this life six months ago, she wishes for a normal life instead of being a heist girl or working with the FIB. But Blake adores this life no matter what instead of being abused every day by her mother, staying at the home, suffering each day without going to school or leaving the house.

"Thank you, Frankie," Blake softly said, before pecking his lips.

She stood up slowly as she looked at him. "I… I need to freshen up. Do you mind if I take a shower?"

"Yeah, I got you," He stood up as well.

Blake picked up her black backpack that was on the side of the couch next to her boots, as Franklin led her to the bottom part of the house to show her where the bathroom was.

Blake was finally in a warm shower after having a hard week. It felt like a long time, since she was in something warm, beside being in Trevor's uncomfortable bed with Michael… and him unexpectedly.

As the warm water was cascading down her raven haired and color locks, she had her hands against the cold tile wall while her mind was racing through her thoughts.

Her eyes were darting around her body as her upper body was covered with scars that are noticeable.

All the pain she went through in the past two years in Ludendorff. All caused by her mother, Macey Rose who was dangerously diagnosed with schizophrenia by having two different personalities. The bruises were all gone, but the physical pain that Blake had to go through will be there forever on her pale skin. She slide down to her knees, as she hugged them while warm tears run down her cheeks.

"He wouldn't like me…" Blake cried. "He'll think I'm crazy and weird… I'm afraid to show him… He might kicked me out the house… He deserve someone better than me… someone who's older and better looking,"

But little as Blake didn't know, Franklin was outside of the bathroom as he heard what she said about her not perfect body or not perfect life she had. Franklin didn't have easy life as well. He didn't know his father. His mother died and he was left in his aunt's care, but he was raised out in the streets learning how to hustle.

Both of them have suffered for so long and they have the easy life for now.

As Blake climbed out of the shower, she wrapped her scarred body around with a white fluffy towel. Once she walked out of the bathroom, she found a grey long sleeve shirt over her black backpack as she held it up in the air while examining it. The shirt was big and it was one Franklin's shirts that he wore underneath. She can tell that it was one of his shirts, by pulling it close to her nose as she can smell his masculine scent which leaves her thinking about him.

Her eyes were closed as she slowly got on her knees, enjoying his scent which made her feel strange. Franklin's scent, she loved it as his scent went through her nose.

She wanted to wear it.

She removed the towel and started putting on her mint green lace bra with matching lace green panties that had a small bow in the front

She slid on Franklin's grey shirt over her body as she finally dressed… well almost…

As she climbed up the stairs to find Franklin, he was nowhere to be seen until he found him outside in the backyard playing with Chop.

A smile was placed on her face, until her head started to hurt. Once her eyes were closed and her hand was placed on her forehead, she slowly stumbled backwards until she fallen down, hearing voices calling her, echoing throughout her mind.

"Ladybug," Her Daddy's voice was heard.

"Blakie Bear," Michael's voice...

"My little black rose," Macey's voice...

"Sissy," An unknown voice that she can never forget.

This had might have been a side effect of the pills she had been taken for her bipolar disorder.

Once she snapped out her mind, she needed something to distracted her until she stood up and look around Franklin's house. She looked at his expensive kitchen to see that there was a bottle of wine left out in the open with a glass.

"Hey, baby,"

Franklin called out for Blake as he finally walked back into the house. He wanted to check on her, since he decided to leave her one of his shirts for her to wear around his house.

"Blake?"

He finally walked towards the kitchen to see Blake sitting down while drinking a glass full of red wine. Once she taken a sip from it, she finally noticed him.

"Oh, hey,"

"Why are you drinking?"

"I need a reliever," Blake replied, before taking another sip.

"I think you have enough, girl," Franklin tries to pull the glass away from Blake as she taking another sip from it.

Once Franklin got the glass away from her, she started begging for him to give it back to her.

She stood up from the chair as she slowly stumbled onto him. Franklin catches her in the process as she had her head rested on his chest against his white jacket and grey LS shirt.

He hugged her as his head was rested on top of her raven black, but damped hair. Blake's hands were resting on his chest, until her right one creep up towards his neck.

Without no warning, Franklin's left hand was underneath her chin as he lifted it up looked down at her beautiful blue eyes she possessed. Once her big blue eyes were staring deeply into his dark one, it only takes one move from him.

"Franklin," Blake whispered against his lips.

Until he placed his lips against Blake's.

Blake moved her lips against his, as she let out a small sigh when his hands reached around her back and give her butt a tight squeeze. Her head leaned back, as Franklin left her lips and started leaving wet kisses on right side of her neck.

She started moaning softly as she felt something building up in the pit of her stomach. She had never felt something like this before.

Her left leg was lifted up to his waist, until she jumped into the air slightly before her other leg was wrapped around his waist, just like the other leg.

Franklin carried and placed her onto the counter, as she placed her hands on his dark cheeks. Blake smiled before kissing his lips once more, before she felt Franklin's tongue asking for the entrance for her mouth to open.

And yet she did.

Blake's mouth was open as Franklin's tongue explore her mouth, until his hands were touching the shirt Blake was wearing on her skinny body. Blake started touching his white jacket as she taken it off of him, before taking his grey LS shirt off as well.

Blake was now touching his muscular biceps and abs. She was amazed of how young he was to have such a perfect body that every person imagines.

Franklin lifted her up from the counter, as her legs were still wrapped around his waist.

"I love you," Blake whispered, before Franklin carried her downstairs to the bottom part of the house.

"I love you too," Franklin said back, before kissing her neck once more.

Once he softly placed her in the middle of the black futon bed, he was hovering over her as her legs were still wrapped around his legs.

As the kisses continued, Blake felt Franklin's cold hand reaching down for the hem of the shirt that the dark haired teen was wearing, until she gripped onto his wrists to make him stop.

"Wait," Blake said suddenly.

Blake stopped him as he raised from her body. He moved next to her as she raise her legs up to her chest. Her panites were showing as she was looking down at the bedspread.

"You alright?" Franklin asked, sitting next to her still in his dark jeans.

"Yeah… it's just that… I have something to confess…"

Blake turned to face him. "My body is not normal… I've been through hell… and… I'm afraid to show you every part of me,"

"Let me see,"

Blake's blue eyes widened before she gripped onto the shirt. She didn't want to show him as she was scared at first. This was the first time that someone has show her scarred body to her, but not to her Uncle Michael yet. Michael was the first person to know about Macey's abusive side on her only daughter and his only niece.

So, she pulled it off her body slowly as she climbed out the bed, reavling her bra and panties, but worse off all… the abuse scars.

Tons of cuts, scars, some burns and even a few bruise mark left behind by Macey appeared on her upper body as she stood still in silence.

She held onto the shirt with her left hand, until she let it drop to the floor.

Franklin was looking at her body, as he stood up from the bed and walked in front of Blake.

"Oh, Blake… shit… what happened?"

Blake now had tears running down her cheeks as she not looking in front of him.

"My… My Mommy did it to me…" She confessed, not looking at him. "In the last two years, I was abused by her. Physical and emotional. And… and… I couldn't take it anymore…"

"Stop crying, baby,"

Blake was still sobbing softly with her eyes closed, until Franklin decide to touch her face as warm tears were running down her face. She now was crying uncontrollably, but he knows that in her heart that she suffered for so long and she wanted to know that if he loves her when she has scars covering her upper body or even a suffering from an illness.

He also noticed a small cut under her left eye as tears were still streaming down from it. He was wondering if she received that cut from her mother as well, since she always have it covered with her black eyeliner.

He wiped off her tears with his thumbs, as she was now sniffing softly.

He had to distract her from the pain, the tears, and even the heavy emotions in her heart overshadowed her true feelings towards Franklin.

He placed his lips on hers, as she moved against them slowly. As Franklin places kisses all over her neck, her shoulders and even where her black and red rose tattoo was. He was holding onto her waist with his hands as he kissed her body. Kissing her chest, torso and even her hips, as he can hear Blake moaning out his name softly.

He looked up to see her with eyes closed and her head was leaning back.

Blake lose control of her legs, as Franklin catches her and placed her back in the middle of the bed.

Once Blake opened her dried up eyes, she pulled herself upright as her bra straps were falling to the sides of her shoulder blades .

"Frankie, I…"

He gripped onto her chin softly to make her stop speaking and let him talk to her.

"Let me show you how I really feel about you,"

Blake looked at him silence as she nodded to him.

She reaches behind while trying to take off her fallen bra. Franklin helped her as his lips continue to kiss her lips, until Blake's bra has finally fallen showing her small breasts. He threw the bra away from them, as it landed wherever it was in the bedroom.

Blake leaned her back as she felt him kissing, licking, and fondling her breasts and nipples. She moaned loudly as her legs were spread apart for him to make his next move. Blake opened her eyes slightly, as her right hand reaches down to the buckle of his dark jeans.

He stood up on the bed and he unbuckle his jeans. Once he removed his dark jeans, he was left in his boxers before he hovered over his girlfriend.

"You sure about this," Franklin asked.

Blake nodded slowly. "Yes, Frankie… please… make love to me,"

He smiled before he kissed her once again. Franklin can feel Blake removing his boxers from off of him, by her feet. As they reached halfway, Franklin decide to do the same thing to Blake by pulling her mint green lace panties off with his own hands.

Once they were off, Blake can feel everything as her passionate love with Franklin increased. Her eyes were closed for a few seconds, as she can hear a condom wrapper tearing open and she witnessed Franklin putting it on himself . Blake pulled Franklin back towards her as her face was close to his before kissing his lips once more.

While her teal eyes were closed, Blake can feel Franklin entering inside of her as she gave out a small cry, leaning her head back against the pillows. She was panting softly as her heart was beating fast, until she felt tears spring from the corner of her icy blue eyes.

"You alright?" Franklin asked, cupped her cheeks as tears were now running down her eyes.

Blake was still panting as she looked deeply at his eyes, before nodding to him.

"I'll be gentle," Franklin lastly said, before he started thrusting into her slowly as Blake was giving out moans.

Blake was suffering from her first time as Franklin held her tightly. He was kissing her lips while covering her moans. He also kissed the crook of her neck, leaving kisses and biting down on her pale sensitive skin. Her fingers were roaming around his hair, his face, shoulder blades and biceps, until she started clawing his back with her electric blue painted nails.

"Oh, Franklin. Oh yes-" Blake groaned.

Blake's pleasure skyrocketed as her legs were wrapped around his waist, not leaving any open spaces between them. She requested Franklin to do not stop and to go faster, as she wanted her first time to be very life changing to her. Blake was screaming out his name as she was truly enjoying it for the first time in her life.

She never thought that she would be in love with an older guy who happens to be her kidnapper at first, then a friend to her and her Uncle Michael and now he was forever hers.

Never in her life she never had this feeling before after so long.

That feeling was called true love.

That is what exactly Blake felt when Frankiln was with her.

The sunlight of a new day was beaming down on Blake's closed teal colored eyes as she slowly opened them. She realized that she was in Franklin's bedroom in the downstairs part of the house, as she was wrapped in his arms. His muscular and dark arms were around the dark haired teen as her head was resting on his right shoulder. She moved her head up slowly to see him still sleeping peacefully.

A smile was placed on her pink lips as she remembered what happened last night. She gave her innocence to him as she was frightened at first about the cuts on her body, but Franklin didn't matter about what she has on her body. He cares about her and she was glad that he loves her.

She heard her iFruit phone vibrating on the nightstand as she turned her head slightly to see the screen light up.

She tries to reached over to get with her right hand, since she happen to free it from Franklin's grasp. But the dark haired teen couldn't reach it, so she decided to free herself from him.

Once her body was free, she finally reached out towards her phone, until both of Franklin's arms wrapped around her waist pulling her back onto him.

"Where do you think you're goin'," Franklin asked. "Come here,"

She laughed surprisingly as she looked back at him, who was now awake. He pulled her on top of him, as she looked like a beautiful angel on top of him.

"Morning, Frankie…" Blake giggled.

"Morning, baby,"

Blake smiled before she reaches down and gives him a good morning kiss, while Franklin's were still wrapped around her waist.

Until Blake moaned softly, as she felt Franklin's hand creeping down. She was going to give into his submissive touch as he squeezed her ass, while her head rested against his chest.

Blake laughed once more. "Last night was… so amazing,"

"I know right," Franklin replied, before placing a kiss into her hair. "It's was your first,"

"Yeah, but it felt so fuckin' good,"

Franklin chuckled. "You were the one screaming last night,"

"Frankie," Blake said embarrassed. "You were the one attacking my body no matter what,"

"Hey, baby, listen,"

She raised her head. "Yeah?"

She decided to grabbed the blanket as wrapped it around her scarred naked form, until Franklin stopped her.

She looked down at him, surprisingly. "Don't be embarrassed to show me or be ashamed of it,"

Blake still kept her grip onto the blanket as Franklin slowly grabbed it from her grip. She was back to showing her body in front of him, once again. She looked so beautiful on top of him, straddling his hips, until his right hand touched her chin. She was smiling down at him, sweetly until she reaches down and kisses him, until he rolled over her on Blake and continue this make out session.

Now, Blake and Franklin were in the kitchen together, as they were making breakfast for each other. Blake was making the pancake batter as Franklin was cooking them.

As Blake pour in the pancake batter into the frying pan when Franklin requested for her to do so, it splatter on her face, as her tongue was licking the batter off her face. Franklin decided to do the same thing to Blake, by licking the batter that she missed on her cheeks and nose.

Blake playfully slapped him back for him to stay focused on the food, until she decided to help him.

"Can I try?" Blake asked, after when Franklin had flipped one of the pancakes over.

"Yeah, for sure," Franklin agreed, as he moved out her way. Now she was in front of the frying pan, as she holding onto the spatula with her right hand, until Franklin stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Blake was still wearing his same long sleeve grey shirt that he wore underneath his button up shirts. He still believe that Blake looked sexy in his shirt as he decided to kiss her neck, distracting her in the process of flipping the next pancake.

"Frankie, stop that!" Blake giggled, putting the nicely done pancake on her plate.

"Make me," he growled seductively in her ear.

He made her turn around, before picking her up and carried her towards the couch. Once he placed her on the couch, he was looking down at her innocent form as she crooked her finger for him to come closer.

"To let you know, I'm not wearing my bra or paintes," she whispered in his ear.

Franklin loved the sound of that as he stood back up and started taking off his dark jeans in front of her, until she heard her iFruit phone ringing. She groaned before she looked on the table to see that she received a message from Michael.

'Morning, sweetie. I hope you're alright after what happened yesterday. Didn't get to hear from you after the phone call. Make sure you take your pills. Love you, Uncle M,'

"Who was that?" Franklin questioned.

"Uncle Michael," Blake replied.

"You know he's gonna kill us for what we're doin',"

"Don't worry, I'll tell him about us soon or later," Blake said, before she stood up and place her hands on his cheeks. "He's far away from us. What could happen?"

Blake place a kiss on his lips, before Franklin picked up his girlfriend and held her close. Her legs wrapped around his waist, as he sat down on the couch with her on his lap.

As the kisses continued, Franklin pulled the hem of his shirt that was covering Blake, until he pulled it off of her. Their lips collided once more, as Blake's hands travel down to his dark jeans. She was about to unbutton and unzipped them, until she heard her phone ringing.

"Come on!" Blake groaned leaving his lips. She climbed off him, as she grabbed her phone to look at the screen.

This time it was a phone call from an unknown number. So, she decided to place on the grey long sleeve shirt over her naked body before taking herself and her phone. Until she jumped slightly as she felt Franklin touching her from behind.

"Stop that!" Blake said playfully. "You're an animal, Franklin,"

She finally walked away from, as she answer the unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Is this Blake De Santa?" A woman's voice was heard on the phone.

"Yeah, who's asking?" Blake questioned with suspicion.

"My name is Norah Missildine and I saw your post on LifeInvader, saying that you're looking for your father, Carter Grant, right?"

Her eyes lit up as she walked towards the window, looking outside of his backyard.

"Do you know where he is?" Blake questioned.

"Yeah and actually he's my husband," Norah replied. "He has you on his mind everyday. He even has pictures of you in his house when you were just a kid. And I thought maybe today that I might be able to meet you, before you see him after so long,"

Her prayers have been answered.

Blake was finally going meet a person who knows her father. It was her father's wife and her name is Norah Missildine.

Now, she knows that her father's name is not Carter Grant here in Los Santos.

It was Carter Missildine.

I totally fangirled over this, since I created the love scenes between Franklin and Blake. I hope everyone enjoyed, since I did my best on it.

And also, Blake is finally going to meet her father and his new wife in the next chappie! I hope everyone is happy that Blake will finally see her Daddy after ten years and also meet his wife, Norah for the first time.