A/N: a continuation of my first Stigmata fic: Stigmata: The next chapter.
May contain sexual scenes, if that's not your thing don't read these fics.
I hope you continue to enjoy!
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Frankie leant back in the seat, the car full of their belongings, the rest was already at the cabin. Smiling she thought back on all the good times with Donna, how they'd first met and how Donna had been her best friend forever. Life was changing she was grown up and not the party lady she once was. Andrew gripped her hand and she interlocked her fingers with his, only a select few friends knew where their exact location was. She couldn't have wild parties and friends over all the time, they had to be careful, what Andrew and she were dealing with was massive and could affect the Christian faith as a whole, Sam and Daniel had found them so easily, Andrew wanted to protect his family should they decide to start to grow their family.
Frankie leaned forwards and turned on the radio, "hey my favourite song!" She sat back and sung along he laughed, "hey don't laugh my mom named me after this guy! True story!"
"Ah come on, you're having me on." He replied laughing. She shook her head. "Mom was obsessed, she swore to everyone I was going to be a boy, brought everything blue called me Frankie from day one!"
"She lucked out then?" Andrew asked.
"Mom said she wished too hard for a boy and God gave her a girl just to piss her off!"
"So the name stuck huh?" He asked, she looked at him laughing "it was either Frankie or…" she stopped wishing she hadn't said a word. "Oh no come on you can't leave it there." He pressed and laughed harder.
"I swear to god if you ever tell anyone this I will haunt you!" She paused taking a deep breath "Maybelle." He shook his head and said nothing. After a few seconds she looked at him expecting a laugh or a jibe, nothing.
"What's wrong with Maybelle? It's a pretty name." He said. She sat up on her seat and looked at him dead centre. "You have got to be kidding me." She shook her head "no way are you naming our kids." She said without thinking he just smirked and she quickly got back to the subject taking his hand and playing with it.
"Maybelle sounds like a cows name, like, hey! There's my cow Maybelle!" She said the last part in as much of a southerner accent as she could. He bellowed and shook his head, "I'd name our children after you." He said getting back to the subject at hand. It was her turn to smirk and she turned her head to look out the window as he drove.
A few hours passed and finally Andrew took the side road that went off road towards their cabin. "You wild child!" She laughed, they'd been talking about their younger days. He laughed and stopped the car a little ways from the cabin so they could get a good look at it. "Oh look," Andrew said, noticing the row boat on the lake right next to the cabin. "I can take you for a boat ride." She looked then looked to him with a smirk, "that would be funny, can you swim?" She asked and he nodded, "you?" She shook her head, "there's another thing you're learning." He smiled pulling the car up next to the cabin, turning the engine off. They both got out and looked at the cabin, it was dark oak, with lots of space in and out. The place was surrounded by trees and you couldn't see it from the road, the perfect place to settle down.
After a few hours of unloading boxes and unpacking things, Frankie picked up an empty box, carrying it out the back door of their home, she stopped on the porch as she watched the sun setting on the lake. A chill wind shot through the air prickling her skin, she crossed her arms over her chest and leant against a wooden pilar. It was amazingly beautiful and she had to take a breath to take it all in.
Night fell shortly and soon the only sounds were that of animals in the woods. The water made a soft swirling sound and it was quieter than she'd ever thought it could be, Frankie was used to the noise. Seeing Andrew sat at the table his glasses perched on his nose, she smiled and went over wrapping her arms around his neck. He held her hands in front of him, trying to concentrate on what he was reading but it appeared Frankie had other ideas.
She ran her hands over his chest from behind, her soft kisses started grazing his neck. "Mmm…" he moaned in pleasure taking his glasses off he set them on the table, turning his chair out so he could pull her around to his front. She stroked the sides of his face as he looked up at her, slowly swaying her hips his hands held them so he could feel her motion. Pulling her down to him she straddled his waist and leant in to kiss him her hands stroking his chest through his shirt. He leant in, running his hands up and down her back, their kiss becoming more passionate.
She broke the kiss for air as she slowly rocked against his manhood through their trousers, she was teasing him and he knew it, though she didn't have to, she could turn him on simply kissing him. He slowed down her hips by holding them gently, looking up into her eyes he could see she was getting as much pleasure from the action as he. "Shhh…" he whispered, stopping her hips. "I know." He simply said. "I know you want it but you'll have to wait."
He picked her up as he stood and she wrapped her legs around his waist, she thrust her already soaking thighs into his and he almost lost it there, no, he had to keep control, she wanted it and he knew it, now she was going to have to wait. She kissed him more as he held her up on him, their passionate kisses growing more with fury. Just as she started unbuttoning his shirt a knock came at the door and they both stopped. "Who the heck is that?" She asked he let her down gently, adjusting himself. "Hold that thought." He kissed her again passionately, not wanting to let the small inconvenience interrupt their night.
Andrew walked over to the door and opened it, a car was sat outside with its engine running and headlights on. "Hi." A man with a badge that read 'Sheriff' stood before him.
"Hello Sheriff?" Andrew asked furrowing his brow, this was weird. Frankie joined him at the door resting her head and hand on Andrew's shoulder.
"Well hello there." He suddenly perked up. "Hey." Frankie said simply. "You folks new in town?" The sheriff asked.
"We just moved in today." Andrew replied still wondering why he was stood on their doorstep.
"We'll let me introduce myself, I'm the Sheriff here in town names Chris Gavins." He had that Virgina accent for sure. "I see you have an accent there, where you from cowboy?" He asked Andrew.
"Err…" He was stuck between why the heck he wanted to know, why the heck this event was happening and why he couldn't get back to what he was doing before this.
"He's from Ireland." Frankie stepped in.
"Which one?" The Sheriff asked laughing. Frankie forced a small grunt. "Nah I'm just joshing with ya." He said. "Mind if I come in and take a look around?"
"Well…" Andrew began and was cut off by the fact that he simply barged between them into the house. Frankie and Andrew looked at each other and slowly followed him as he moved into the lounge area, looking around.
"Done the place up nice and pretty again." He said, "after those kids came and destroyed it."
"What?" Frankie asked. This was weird.
"That's why I'm here, making sure those kids ain't up here trashing the place again, nice home like this." He stopped and looked at them both. "You two seen any of em'?"
"…No…?" Andrew replied.
"Well if you do here's my number just call and ask for me and I'll be right up here." He gave a card to Frankie.
"Thanks." She said almost too sarcastically. They stood there for a moment in silence and Frankie went over to Andrew, taking his hand and holding the upper part of his arm.
"You two married?" He asked oddly. They looked at each other then back at him.
"Engaged." She briefly showed her ring. "Bet you're at it like rabbits huh? Me and my wife let me tell you… hoowe! Couldn't put each other down!"
Frankie just nodded and hid her head in shame behind her hand. Andrew shook his head gobsmacked. "Well if that will be all Sheriff?" Andrew guided him to the door.
"You'll be popping them kids out like fireflies within a few years let me tell you." The sheriff carried on as Andrew guided him out the door.
Frankie stifled a laugh watching the two of them, Andrew trying to hide behind the embarrassment as much as her. "You know my wife has this really good cure for when you're at it like rabbits and you want to…"
"THANK YOU SHERIFF!" Andrew shouted over him. The sheriff walked down the steps, "nice meeting you folks." He got back in his patrol car and started to pull away as Andrew closed the door, locked it and fell back against it.
"Did that really just happen?" He asked, "is everyone insane here?"
"You're face!" She laughed out loud, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "If I'd have hit him do you think he'd have took me to jail?" Andrew put his hands on her hips and swayed a little to the soft music still playing in the background.
"I'd have bailed you out." She smirked. "Eventually." She rested her head on his shoulder as they slowly swayed to the music, he pulled her close to him and ran his hand slowly up and down her back.
"Oh I am glad." He laughed. "Speaking of being little rampant rabbits…" He said, "has the moment gone?" He pulled her back to kiss her softly. "I think so." She kissed him back, "I won't be able to get that image out of my mind for weeks."
"Hey?" He stopped, looking at her.
"Him and what I can only imagine his poor wife are like going at it like rabbits…"
"Well my love I would go at it like a rabbit with you anytime."
"Maybe I can be persuaded to get back into the mood?" She asked, he smiled and started unbuttoning her shirt, her bra hiding her soft mounds. He pushed her top off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She did the same for him, stroking his bare chest.
She slipped her bra off and he brought his hands up to her breasts, she watched him and circled her hands over his bare skin, her fingers tracing the hem of his jeans. He played with her nipples, leaning down and taking them in his mouth sucking on them softly, each one in turn. His kisses trailed all over her chest, they were taking it slowly, exploring each others bodies like they had never seen them before.
Frankie had never enjoyed love making like this before, past lovers were rough and needy but he was so soft and slow with her, like he wanted the moment to last forever. And he did, the few women he'd been with were nothing like Frankie, they were selfish and judgemental, poking holes at insecurities. Her body was like a little piece of heaven to him, beautiful and sacred. He touched it so lightly, afraid to break her.
He found the hem of her jeans and pulled her to him her chest smothered by his as their lips collided in waves of passion. He kissed her neck, holding her as she tilted backwards exposing her neck and chest he again played with her breasts biting the hard nipple so softly.
She undid the button on his jeans pushing them down a little she was able to reach inside and find his package, his already hard dick dripping with pre-cum. Slowly and seductively she danced for him, his erection standing to attention as she brushed over it with her breasts, turning around are rocking her hips over it allowing it to slip between her thighs squeezing her thighs together gently and allowing the fabric of her jeans to add to the friction of his arousal.
He moaned, unable to move, feeling his dick being played in ways he could only dream of. She was so hot, her body, her touch, she was stunning. Frankie turned and got down on her knees, she gripped his rod, she could feel his tight balls clench a little, she knew he wouldn't last much longer and she wanted this to be about him. He deserved all the pleasure she could give him, she took him into her mouth, starting slowly, but increasing with deeper and deeper takes. Her hand doing some of the work for her.
He groaned over and over holding her head over his mound, he wanted to be in her, to feel their love collide but she wasn't letting up, he knew she wasn't going to stop and so he finally reached a whole new level of ecstasy, he ejaculated, again and again producing more with every wave. Once it was over he collapsed to the ground next to her. He panted heavily over and over, his hands resting on her shoulders his face buried in her neck.
She placed her hands on his cheeks and lifted his chin and kissed him. His seed was gone but he could still taste himself on her, they kissed passionately for a few minutes, allowing their love making to come to an end. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. "No." He said but she grabbed his hands to stop him. "No, just you." She said. "That's all I wanted."
He pushed her down on her back on the floor and kissed her hard, she wanted him but she wasn't going to make this about her. He deserved to be the only one pleasured. She rubbed her hips up against him in a methodical searing passion, after a few moments she could feel he was starting to get hard again.
"You drive me crazy." He moaned into her ear as he took her thrusts. "Let me be inside you." He begged. She shook her head, softly kissing his chest as he held himself up over her. "I want you." He begged again. Then suddenly he stopped, he looked down at her and held her hips down with one hand.
"Andrew?" She questioned, she thought something was wrong. "Are you okay?" She got up on her elbows, his eyes clenched shut, "Andrew?" She said worried more than ever. He got up and held his hand out for her. She took it and when she stood he undid her trousers. "Andrew, no," she said not wanting to take his moment.
"Andrew talk to me?" She begged worried she'd hurt him, he pulled her trousers and panties off and looked to her, lifting her up with his arms under her legs and back, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He got over the top of her and brushed her hair from her face behind her ear. Leaning down he started to kiss her, incredibly softly and gently as if she were liable to break at any second.
"Andrew..?" She stopped him, she was worried. "Shhh…" he said, "I want you, that's my pleasure, my one true pleasure." He stroked her cheek as she looked to him worried. "I can't release till we're together that's all," he smiled.
He began to play with her, but he never took his eyes off hers, he wanted to see what he did to her. She growled in pleasure thrusting and bucking at his touch, inside and out he stroked her, touched her. Her hips bucked and she came several times before he finally relented with her begs.
"I can't take anymore." She moaned loudly as he pushed himself inside her, she lost it, cumming again, he moved softly at first allowing her time to breathe, she opened her eyes and took him in. He brought her to ecstasy, "I can't take it." She begged him, he pushed harder and harder until he himself exploded her pussy clenching him tight, "she screamed out over and over and eventually they both fell into the bed, both wracked with sweat. Both fulfilled and happy, he stayed inside her as long as he could, enjoying the surplus orgasms she produced from the friction. Eventually he fell to her side and she climbed back on top of him, straddling him.
He pulled her down to his chest, wrapping her in his arms. She kissed his chest, his neck and his lips, content to spend the rest of the night there, "you okay?" He asked and she smiled. Her head against his chest, listening to his heart. It relaxed her into a blissful sleep and he soon followed….