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Nancy sees the notifications as soon as they come in, and her thumb immediately moves from her Instagram feed to catch them. She's laying on top of her bed covers, red Christmas dress still on, and the wine from dinner is making her skin feel warm despite the short sleeves. Her heels have been tossed into the corner of the room, and her shawl folded haphazardly on the reading chair next to her window.
The snow that's falling heavily outside the window makes the world feel quiet.
She clicks on the message, and it opens her DMs with Frank. He's replied to her Instagram story – a photo of her and Bess at the Christmas party from earlier, each holding a glass of eggnog and cheering. Bess had added an animated "merry christmas" sticker that was flashing obnoxiously in the corner.
FRANKHARDY_97: Merry Christmas, Nancy!
FRANKHARDY_97: How was the trip back from Germany?
Nancy smiles and taps out a quick reply.
NANCY_CLUE: Merry Christmas to you too!
NANCY_CLUE: The flights were good! I'm definitely suffering from jetlag though!
NANCY_CLUE: How are you?
She taps back out of their DMs and notices he's posted a story, which rarely happens. It's a reel of him, Joe, and some of their other friends clinking beer bottles. She watches it a few times, noting how large his hand looks grasping around the brown bottle. Even though she can't see his face, she can imagine it – him smiling, with that glint in his eye that makes her heart clench.
Oh gosh.She thinks, quickly tapping out of his story and dropping her phone onto her bed.Pull yourself together, Drew!
Sure, maybe her and Ned had decided to take a pause after everything that had happened while she was in Germany, or, more accurately, everything thathadn'thappened. And of course, yes, Frank had been there to talk to her when she was frustrated with the situation, but that's how it has always been – he's always been there, no matter what. That wasn't something she was going to misinterpret or read anything into…she was better than that.
Although there's been an ever-growing curiosity aboutFrank Hardysince she was 13 years old,she knows he must remain as Frank Hardy. She has Ned…maybe not at this exact moment, but her father, Bess, and George all seemed to think they would reconcile soon. Which, realistically, they would. They always do, it seems.
And anyways, he's still probably dating Callie.
The ping of her phone stirs her from her thoughts, and she takes a calming breath before picking it up.
FRANKHARDY_97: I'm good – just got back from Christmas dinner with everyone. Joe's still out, so I have the apartment to myself. The peace and quiet is nice.
He's being so friendly, so nice. She really needs to calm down with it all and shove her curiosity aside.
She sees little dots in the bottom corner of her screen. He's typing another message, which joins his last after a few more seconds.
FRANKHARDY_97: How are you holding up?
Oh. She blinks. Of course he's wondering how she's doing with the Ned thing. He's the one she firsttoldabout the break, so he's just looking out for her. Her fingers send a message before her mind fully comprehends what she's written.
NANCY_CLUE: I'm okay…definitely strange being back in River Heights and not see him at all, but it's also kind of refreshing. I've been feeling so…suffocated.
He reads her message immediately after she sends it, but no dots appear. She feels self-conscious about what she's said…probably more than he was anticipating, but he's the only person that she feels actually understands where she's coming from.
FRANKHARDY_97: I understand that suffocated feeling.
FRANKHARDY_97: It's nice to have some time to focus on yourself.
NANCY_CLUE: Definitely – and it feels nice to not feel guilty about only being here for a little while until I go off again on a new case.
FRANKHARDY_97: You have a new one lined up already? You're a busy lady, Detective Drew!
NANCY_CLUE: Haha, actually no, I'm more just hoping something comes up.
NANCY_CLUE: I've been back for two days and I'm itching for a new adventure.
FRANKHARDY_97: What, saving an old castle from a curse isn't enough for you?
FRANKHARDY_97: :P
NANCY_CLUE: Oh, that was definitely fun!
NANCY_CLUE: Thank you for your help with the case….and everything.
NANCY_CLUE: I couldn't have done it without you.
She purses her lips. Maybe that was too forward? So, she hastily adds…
NANCY_CLUE: And Joe.
FRANKHARDY_97: Anytime. I'll always be there for you.
FRANKHARDY_97: And Joe too.
She smiles.
NANCY_CLUE: What are you doing for new years?
FRANKHARDY_97: Honestly, nothing. I was going to stay in and go to bed early.
That was…a bit unexpected. She thought he would be doing something with Callie. Normally, she would avoid asking about it, but she doesn't seem to be able to resist right now.
NANCY_CLUE: Oh…I thought you'd be doing something with Callie.
NANCY_CLUE: No wild night out for Frank Hardy?
He doesn't reply immediately, those little dots popping up for over a minute.Oh no…Drew, maybe you went over the line this time.
FRANKHARDY_97: We broke up, actually.
Oh. Well, that was massively unexpected. Last thing she had heard, things were going well between them. She's not surprised that a small part of her is…excited? Relieved? Curious…yes, curious about this new development.
NANCY_CLUE: I'm sorry to hear that.
No you aren't.Says the little voice in her head. She tells it to shut up and continues with her diplomatic reply.
NANCY_CLUE: Breakups are always difficult.
FRANKHARDY_97: Yeah.
FRANKHARDY_97: I broke up with her, actually. We just weren't that compatible.
FRANKHARDY_97: It's hard to be with someone who just feels like they're always…waiting for you.
FRANKHARDY_97: And that's not really fair of me to do that to her.
NANCY_CLUE: That was brave of you to call it when you felt like it was turning into that.
NANCY_CLUE: I know from being in the same position…that's not easy to do.
NANCY_CLUE: I wish I had navigated it more like you did.
FRANKHARDY_97: It wasn't just the casework. I mean, that was a big factor, but I think she could also tell my heart wasn't really in it.
FRANKHARDY_97: Which was…also true, unfortunately.
FRANKHARDY_97: So it's been a rough few weeks haha.
NANCY_CLUE: It's kind of scary how similar our situations are.
FRANKHARDY_97: Yeah – we always seem to be in sync, I guess.
Her heart squeezes painfully.
NANCY_CLUE: How did Callie handle it all?
FRANKHARDY_97: Oh, she was great. She's a really good person, which made the situation even more frustrating. She just wished me well and we haven't really talked since.
FRANKHARDY_97: How is Ned dealing with it?
NANCY_CLUE: Well, we've talked a little bit, and I think he's still wanting to give things another go.
NANCY_CLUE: But I don't really know if I want that.
NANCY_CLUE: I'm tired of feeling guilty every time I leave for a case.
NANCY_CLUE: Like you said, it's not fair for me to do that to him.
NANCY_CLUE: So, I don't know, I think I still need a while to think about things.
She pauses, and thinks about what she wants to say. She really shouldn't…but also, Frank's the only one who will actually understand what she's saying without making her feel like a terrible person.
NANCY_CLUE: Also, being away all the time can be quite lonely.
There. She said it. And he can interpret that two different ways. She'll just go with whichever one he goes for.
FRANKHARDY_97: It's incredibly lonely.
FRANKHARDY_97: At least I have Joe, but we both know that's more hassle than its worth most of the time.
Okay, so he went with option B. She can work with that, but there's a shade of disappointment colouring her vision now.
FRANKHARDY_97: Aaaaaand also…that's probably not the kind of lonely that we're talking about here.
FRANKHARDY_97: Because I promise that Joe never has and never will have absolutely ANYTHING to due with filling that void.
NANCY_CLUE: Hahaha, I figured that, don't worry.
NANCY_CLUE: What, so no cute Christmas girls catch your eye this season?
Her heart is beating faster by the minute as this conversation unfolds. This is where they normally get to – some strange combination of flirtation and friendliness. This is where they normally stop, or when Joe will conveniently walk in.
FRANKHARDY_97: Maybe one, but I don't think I'll be attracting anyone with working eyes right now.
There's a leap in her chest and a twist in her stomach that makes her take in a ragged breath. He messaged her first…No, Drew, don't be an idiot.
FRANKHARDY_97: Ugly Christmas sweaters aren't really what would be considered "hot".
NANCY_CLUE: Well, now I have to see this sweater.
FRANKHARDY_97: Are you sure? You might not want to talk to me after seeing it.
FRANKHARDY_97: It's pretty bad.
NANCY_CLUE: I highly doubt it's that ugly.
NANCY_CLUE: You can be a little bit dramatic sometimes :P
FRANKHARDY_97: What? Me? Dramatic?
FRANKHARDY_97: How dare you, I should have you arrested for such a heinous accusation!
She laughs as she replies.
NANCY_CLUE: Prove how ugly it is, then.
NANCY_CLUE: Got to back those claims with proof, Hardy.
FRANKHARDY_97: Fine, fine. But you better give me a heartfelt apology when you realise how right I am.
FRANKHARDY_97: Sent an Image.
Nancy giggles as she opens the image. He's lying on his bed, wearing the ugliest sweater she's ever seen – some strange combination of Santa and a Reindeer has been embroidered on the front. The picture cuts off just above his mouth and she can see the slight scowl on his face. He's got a hint of a 5'o clock shadow and she finds herself staring a little bit too long at the dimple in his chin.
She taps away from the photo.
NANCY_CLUE: Very cute.
NANCY_CLUE: And you lose because that's not nearly as bad as you made it out to be.
NANCY_CLUE: But to be fair, you look good in pretty much anything.
How is this happening right now? How is she so blatantlyflirtingwith Frank Hardy.Oh goodness.This is a slippery slope. She quickly tacks on another response to try and detract from how incredibly flirtatious that message sounded.
NANCY_CLUE: Also much more comfortable than what I'm wearing.
NANCY_CLUE: Tonight reminded me why I like my shoes without heels.
FRANKHARDY_97: Yeah, but I bet you could still destroy me in a race.
She chuckles because it's probably true. He's definitely a distance runner, not a sprinter. She's been able to beat him ever since they were 13.
FRANKHARDY_97: It goes without saying, of course, but you looked beautiful in that photo.
Oh.That was a little bit unexpected.
NANCY_CLUE: Thank you! Bess got the dress for me as my present.
NANCY_CLUE: It has little magnifying glasses embroidered on the top!
Bess had embroidered them herself and had the bleeding fingertips to show. She had proudly explained to Nancy how she had done it – practicing on spare fabric before finally committing to stitching them on the neckline of the dress. From far away, it just looked like some delicate beading, but close up you could see them.
Nancy opens up her camera and aims it at the neckline. Her dress has a tasteful plunge that accentuates her breasts, and now that she's lying down the thin straps have fallen off her shoulders, making the dress appear strapless. She snaps a photo, close enough to show off the embroidery, and maybe just a hint of skin. Her lips are just visible in the top corner – still a painted a deep red from the lipstick and the merlot she'd been drinking earlier. Her strawberry blonde hair curls over her collarbones and the absence of herNNnecklace is extremely evident.
A week ago, she wouldn't have taken a photo like this. By most standards it's hardly scandalous, but for some reason her heart beats a little bit faster as she hovers over the send button. It feels wrong, somehow, but she's had a little bit to drink, and that curious part of her brain is sayinggo on Drew, what's the worst that could happen?
She hits send and he immediately opens the photo.
She holds her breath and resists throwing her phone across the room.
The dots appear and disappear a few times.
FRANKHARDY_97: Those are really nice.
Her breath comes out in a frustrated huff, and she rolls over onto her stomach. So much for listening to curiosity.
As she begins to type up something to change the subject another message comes through.
FRANKHARDY_97: Red lipstick really suits you.
She lets out a squeaking noise and hits the backspace button so hard her phone almost falls out of her hands.
NANCY_CLUE: Why thank you, I'm thinking of wearing it more often.
FRANKHARDY_97: I definitely wouldn't complain about that.
She can't stop her fingers from typing the first thing that comes to her brain.
NANCY_CLUE: I feel like it will help me up my interrogation game.
FRANKHARDY_97: Yeah, that will definitely work – not that you needed help though.
FRANKHARDY_97: You're pretty hard to resist.
Nancy inhales sharply. That was…forward. She wracks her brain trying to come up with a reply but comes up with nothing. Then she panics, because it's now been over a minute since he sent the message, and she's obviously opened it and hasn't said anything. How does she even reply to that? The intelligent, problem-solving part of the brain seems to have disappeared.
FRANKHARDY_97: Sorry if that was too forward…I've had a few beers and my brain doesn't seem to be filtering properly.
At the possibility of him pulling back from this conversation, her brain miraculously begins to work again. She wonders if that's some sort of sign.
NANCY_CLUE: I don't know, that christmas sweater could pull some truths out of me…
FRANKHARDY_97: What if I told you I was wearing Christmas pyjama pants as well?
NANCY_CLUE: Oh, I would just confess, no questioning needed.
She imagines him towering over her, gaze hot and heavy, interrogating her with a small smirk on his face. She wonders what he would look like with loose-fitting flannel pants, slung low on his hips. Her stomach tightens at the thought.
She can remember when they were working the Jake Hurley case a few years ago. It was the night before they had left on the train, and they were staying at a small motel. In the early hours of the morning, she had awoken and had trouble falling back asleep. This usually happened right before she started a new case. She had gone outside for some fresh air and he had been out there, leaning against the door to his and Joe's room. He had on some dark pyjama pants and a blue hoodie, and his dark eyes seemed to hold so much mystery when she stared at him. That was the first time she had to squish down those thoughts of curiosity.
Her phone pings and shelooksat the message.
Oh, goodness.
It's another photo of him lying down, but this time, it's angled to show off the red plaid pyjama bottoms that he's wearing. The horrendous Christmas sweater is riding up slightly, and the bottoms are hanging low, exposing a toned flash of midriff that Nancy's eyes can't seem to draw her eyes away from. There's a trail of dark hair that disappears underneath the soft looking plaid fabric.
She gulps as her eyes drift lower. The fabric is soft and loose, but its unable to hide the very sizeable outline of…
He could not have meant to sendthat.
She types slowly, unsure whether she has the guts to actually send the message.
NANCY_CLUE: Yep, you could get any answer out of me with those on.
FRANKHARDY_97: Then I suppose we've found each other's weaknesses.
NANCY_CLUE: I suppose we have.
She feels the tension of their conversation around her, wrapping up her heart and squeezing almost painfully. Sure, she and Frank have talked before…but never like this. Even though she's had a part of her that's wanted to, beencuriousto flirt with Frank…she'd been with Ned.
But right now, she's not with Ned.
And as she waits for Frank to open her message, she tries to distract herself, because she hates how nervous this is making her. She tries to tap through the other stories on her feed…George has a video of her sledding, Bess has a few selfies, one of which Nancy is in. Joe has several videos of his Christmas haul, which Nancy taps through quickly, until she reaches a selfie Joe's taken with Frank. And now she can't stop thinking about his jaw, how his hair curls into his dark eyes, how his lips are so full and…
Clearly, her distraction techniques are not really working.
And now it's been over 3 minutes and he still hasn't replied.Maybe this is too much for him…maybe he doesn't want to…
FRANKHARDY_97: What are you doing right now?
She bites her lip. He was changing the subject.
NANCY_CLUE: Lying on my bed, procrastinating going to sleep.
NANCY_CLUE: I'm just not tired yet.
NANCY_CLUE: What about you?
FRANKHARDY_97: Also wide awake.
FRANKHARDY_97: What did you get for Christmas?
Oh no.She thinks.Maybe it really was too much.She suddenly feels cold, and her neck begins to ache from craning in her current position. Rolling onto her back again, she sighs, and types out a reply.
NANCY_CLUE: My dad gifted me my car insurance for the year, Bess got me the dress, George gave me a new backpack for travelling, and Hannah bought me a few books I've been eyeing.
NANCY_CLUE: What did you get?
FRANKHARDY_97: Seems we have friends that think alike – I also got a new backpack and some new books.
FRANKHARDY_97: No new dress though, so I was very disappointed.
NANCY_CLUE: Yes, I don't think that you could pull this dress off, unfortunately.
She pauses for a second, then stands. Walking over to the full-length mirror on her closet door, she opens up her camera again and turns so she's able to capture the slit in the skirt that makes its way up to her lower thigh. It's nothing too risque, but when Bess had first seen her with this dress on, she had let out a series of wolf whistles that made Nancy laugh.
Now, she wasn't laughing – instead she was thanking Bess as she pushed down the nerves in her stomach. Extending her leg, she lets the fabric fall apart, revealing as much skin as she dared.
It was now or never. If he ignored this message, then she would stop. Maybe whatever it was between them was meant to be friendly. Maybe she shouldn't push the limits.
But she justhadto know.
So, she takes the photo and sends it without a second thought.
NANCY_CLUE: Might be too much skin for you.
She holds onto her phone tightly and waits to see when he opens the message and photo. It doesn't take long.
FRANKHARDY_97: What does the back look like?
FRANKHARDY_97: I need see all the angles if I'm going to know if I can pull it off.
A smile spread across her lips as she obliges his question. Warmth blooms across her skin as she turns in the mirror, holding the phone to show him the back. She arches gently, jutting out her hip just slightly, and moves her hair so he'll be able to see the way the bodice of the dress hugs her curves.
After taking the photo, she almost wants to save it for herself, she looks so good. Bess would be proud.
NANCY_CLUE: Sent an Image
NANCY_CLUE: The back isn't as exciting.
FRANKHARDY_97: I beg to differ.
FRANKHARDY_97: I feel like I need to see the front again, though.
FRANKHARDY_97: Just to be sure.
His messages come in quickly, one after another. She knows he's waiting, because those little dots keep popping up and going away. There's a tightening in her chest, a heat that's spreading through her core, at the thought of him waiting for her to send him another photo.
Yet…she wants something in return. Sheneedssomething in return.
NANCY_CLUE: I don't know, I feel like I could pull off that sweater.
NANCY_CLUE: Doesn't show a lot of skin, though.
FRANKHARDY_97: It would if you wore nothing under it.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.She blinks at the messages wondering if she's imagining it. No, it's definitely there, and now it feels like her skin is on fire. The feeling of her dress against her skin isn't helping – its overwhelming her senses and she almost wants to tear it off. There's an ache between her legs that she hasn't felt in a long time, and she bites her lip hard to stop herself from letting out a rattled breath.
NANCY_CLUE: What would you do if I wasn't wearing anything under this dress?
Did she actually just send that?
FRANKHARDY_97: Fuck, Nancy…
Okay, so she definitely did send that.
NANCY_CLUE: Would you want to touch me?
FRANKHARDY_97: Do you really want to know?
She inhales sharply. Does she? It feels like they're top of a tightrope and each word is sending them even more off-balance. The silence in her room is deafening and she feels like a rubber band that's being stretched further and further. They're far past where they normally stop – but he doesn't have Callie anymore, and she doesn't have Ned. And her heart is absolutely aching at the thought of this conversation fizzling.
NANCY_CLUE: Yes, I want to know.
NANCY_CLUE: Please, Frank…
He replies to her not with a message, but with a photo. She feels a shiver run all the way down her spine and in-between her legs as her wide eyes take in the image. It's of his pyjama pants again, but this time she can tell he's taken off his sweater. His abdomen is firm and covered with a spattering of hair. As her eye gaze down, she bites hard on her lip. Before, there had just been a hint, but now it was incredibly obvious. Straining against the thin fabric of his pants is his hard, thick length. She squeezes her thighs together tightly to try and relieve the ache that grown so much she can hardly bear it.
FRANKHARDY_97: Is that enough proof?
FRANKHARDY_97: Or does Detective Drew require more evidence?
She needs more. She needs much, much more.
It only takes a moment for her to exit out of Instagram and go to her contact list and find his name. Her heart racing loudly in her ears, her core screaming for more pressure, she hits the call button and lifts her phone to her ear.
He picks up on the first ring.
"Nancy," his voice is gravelly and tight, and she has to stop herself from moaning at the sound.
Suddenly, this is more real than ever before, and she becomes shy. It's only been a week since she last talked to him, but now a line has been crossed. She can't go back now without everything being different. And although not on ounce of her regrets this, she's suddenly scared that he might.
"Hi," she whispers, and then smacks herself in the forehead for coming up with such a dumb reply.
She hears him chuckle. "Hi," he responds, a little more lightly than before.
There's a silence that stretches over a few seconds.
"Nancy," Franks begins, "we don't have to do anything…"
"I need more evidence," she breathes out, relieved that she's found her voice. "You know me, I can't go jumping to conclusions."
"I know," it sounds likes he's smiling. "We can take it slow, though, if you want."
Nancy swallows thickly. "Thank you," she says.
Then…
"I wish you could touch me right now." It rushes out before she can stop herself, and her cheeks absolutely burn.
There's a soft moan through the phone that draws her right back to the throbbing between her legs. The ache has come back with a vengeance, and suddenly it's a little bit harder to breathe. Her dress feels so constricting and she wishes that he was able to take it off.
She remembers the first time he touched her in a way that made her ache. It was when they were dealing with the case in Hawaii, and when they had finally had a day to themselves, they had gone snorkelling. Joe had decided not to come, preferring to laze around in the sun eating endless mounds of ice cream, and so she and Frank had hiked down to one of the smaller beaches away from the resort. As they prepared to enter the water, he had offered to put more sunscreen on her back, and she had gratefully accepted the help. Then suddenly, his hands were all over her, firm and warm and so big. As he moved over her shoulders and neck, she felt something stirring inside her, and she had closed her eyes to relish in the feeling.
But then she had remembered Ned, and he must have remembered Callie, because the next second, he was wading through the water with a steeled look on his face.
And now there was no Ned, and no Callie.
"I've wanted to touch you for so long," his voice draws her out of the memory, and she becomes hyper-aware of her right hand that's resting on her stomach. She can almost feel the butterflies inside of her. "God, Nance, those photos you sent almost made me explode."
There's a brief pause.
"Are you really wearing nothing underneath that dress?" The words come out so fast they almost jumble together.
She's wearing panties, of course. Going to a Christmas party with her father, Hannah, and her friends was not an event to go panty-less. But the thin straps of her dress meant she couldn't reasonably wear a bra, and the feeling of her hardening nipples brushing against the fabric is a reminder of this fact.
He doesn't have to know that first part, though.
Feeling emboldened by his question, she lets out a soft laugh and starts to shimmy out of her panties, before reaching down and throwing them in the direction of the laundry basket.
"Yes, Frank, I'm really not wearing anything underneath this dress."
"Fuck…" He draws out the word and sherealisesthere nothing more sensual that Frank Hardy swearing. He doesn't do it very often but now she's going to try and make it happen more frequently. It's almost hilarious, because she's 22 and the idea of him swearing makes her feel like she's doing something dangerous.
Really, this is dangerous. They're good friends, and this is unmapped territory. But there's something so intoxicating about Frank. Something that's always been there.
She feels like this is something she's meant to do.
He starts to speak again, and he sounds more like himself, but there's a restraint that wasn't there before. "Nancy, you can say the word and we can stop right now, I promise. But I have to tell you – I'm not drunk right now, and I don't want to take advantage, and I don't want to do anything if you're not totally…totally okay with it."
Her heart squeezes and, even though she didn't think it was possible, the need between her legs grows. He's always been so incredibly gentlemanly, but right now, she wants him to tell her what he wants. She's never felt this safe, yet so exposed, at the same time. She's had sex before, sure, but she's never done anything like this.
"Frank," she breathes, "I'm not drunk either. I…I don't want to stop. I want you to…tell me what you would if you were here."
She hears him breathing raggedly for a moment, before…
"Take off your dress. I would take off your dress. Nancy…take off your dress."
Oh.
She smiles nervously as her core throbs with excitement at the command. Reaching behind for the zipper, she begins to pull it down slowly. It's hard while she's lying down and so she stands up and tries again. It isn't easy, but she's picked enough locks, and solved enough puzzles to be able to navigate her way through it.
Her dress crumples to the floor, and even though Bess would kill her if she knew, Nancy can't find it in herself to care.
"Done," she says to Frank, "and now I'm not wearing anything at all."
She hears him moan again, and as she lays back down on her bed, she's incredibly aware of how naked she is. Her sheets feel soft against her skin, and everything in her feels so tight and wound up.
"What do you want to do to me, Frank?"
"Umm…" Suddenly, there's hesitation in his voice, but this doesn't phase her. "Nancy, I'm gonna be honest…" He clears his throat. "I've never done this before…I don't know what I'm doing right now, over the phone. So, I might be really bad at this."
She laughs and his honesty makes her feel even more at ease. "Frank, I haven't either…but I really like where you've been going with it so far."
He chuckles back. "I just…I just wish I was there. Nancy, I can't even tell you how many times I've dreamt of kissing you and touching you."
Her breathing becomes heavier at the thought of him doing just that…touching her all over, caressing her in all of those sensitive places…her hand releases its grip on her sheets and begins to drift over her abdomen, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"Do you remember the last time we saw each other?" He asks.
"Yes," she sighs.
"Remember how when I hugged you goodbye, I booked it out of there really fast?"
She makes an affirming sound, curious as to where he's going with this.
"I did that because your breasts kind of brushed up against me and…and I started getting hard like I was 12 years old again…and I had to run away to calm down enough to actually drive back to Bayport."
Laughter spills from her lips as she remembers the interactions he's speaking of. She had thought it was incredibly strange, but now it made sense.
"You must have caught it early, because from what I just saw, I definitely would have felt that."
He full on laughs at that. "Oh yeah? You liked what you saw?"
"Mhmm…I knew you had a big brain, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you're well-endowed in other parts of your anatomy."Oh my god that was the most embarrassing way to say…"I just wish I was able to feel it…"Okay sure let's add that on there, Drew.
"Nancy you're going to be be the death of me." A groan, and then heavy breathing.
Her hand gains a mind of its own once again, drifting up and down the soft skin of her stomach. Each time, it drifts further, and she feels both freezing cold and absolutely boiling at the same time.
He's nervous, she can tell, but now the curious part of her brain has combined with the incredibly pent-up, horny part and so she finds herself being braver than she ever thought possible.
"I wish you could be here so I could feel you growing hard against me, and touch me everywhere…god, Frank, I want your hands everywhere. I have nothing on right now and I wish you could see."
Thatseems to start him up again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." There it is - the word that seems to put fire through her veins. His voice is so rough, yet so smooth. It's tickling a part of her brain she never new existed. And now her hand is reaching up further, touching places she hasn't touched in so long. She wishes he was here, and it was his hand instead.
As she grasps her breast in once hand, her core pulses with heat, and she lets out a soft moan.
"Fuck, I want to see you so bad. I want to see every inch of you, and..and…"
"Tell me, Frank, please."
"Fuck, I want to grab your breasts and play with them…" She gives herself a squeeze as he speaks and she nearly spasms as an electric shock runs through her body. "Nancy, I want to fucking lick you all over, and mark every inch of you with my teeth. I want to shove you against a wall and show you how much I want this."
She gasps at how incredibly intoxicating it sounds. The absence of his presence grows stronger, and she aches to feel his weight on top of her.
"Sorry – was that too intense?" He asks, sounding concerned.
"No, no, no," she quickly says, "I really liked that."
He lets out a sign of relief, and she swears she can feel it against her cheek. "Okay, phew, because so did I."
This gives her a surge of confidence. "What would you do, after shoving me against a wall?"
He stutters, clearly not expecting the question, but recovers quickly. "Jesus. I would…I would kiss you, hard. And I wouldn't be able to keep my hands from wandering all over you. God, Nancy, you have such a nice ass I've always wanted to just grab it and squeeze it."
His words feel like a symphony in her ears, making her feel giddy – like she's intoxicated, but not like she's inebriated. No, this feels like utter heaven. Her hand starts to drift down, over her hip, feeling what he wishes he could feel.
"Keep going," she says. "And…remember that I'm not wearing anything right now."
"Holy fuck." A pause, a groan, and then… "I'd spread your legs and pin you harder so you could feel how much I want you right against your core."
"I'd wrap my legs around you tightly and tell you to take me to bed." She breathes.
"I could never say no to you, Nancy." It sounds like he's smiling, and she'sknowsit's true. They have always been so in sync.
She imagines him lying on his bed, no shirt, his pyjamas barely containing him, and she feels an overwhelming urge to touch herself. She wants more…she wants the push this even further. Sheneedsto push this further, because right now it feels like she's got a ticking bomb in her chest that's going to explode if he doesn't keep…
"I'd lower you down onto your bed," he finally continues, "and I'd lean back and take every inch of you in. God, you're so beautiful. I'd…I'd trail my hands all over you just to make sure you were real and not some sort of dream." He pauses. "I've dreamt of this before, you know. So many times."
"Me too," she moans, "I've had so many dreams."
"Can I keep going? Can I tell you what I've dreamt of doing?" He holds his breath, she can tell. The rubber band between them is at breaking point.
"Yes," she almost cries out, "Please, Frank, this is driving me absolutely crazy."
It snaps.
"Fuck, I want to touch you, I want to be inside you. I want to feel how much you want this all over my fingers."
She can barely hold herself together at that. And she takes it as a sign to keep moving her hand down. Her breath hitches as it ghosts over her mound, over dark curls, and she ever-so-lightly she runs a fingertip over her slit.
Oh my goodness.She's soaked, she can feel it. Never has she been this…turned on before. It feels as though Frank has pushed all the right buttons, his words making her melt into her mattress, making her insides twist in the sweetest way. Her core throbs again with need.
"I'm so wet right now, Frank. I've never been this wet before…I feel like I'm about to explode, oh my god." She manages to stutter the words out and there's the loudest, most sensual moan that comes as a response.
"You're touching yourself? Holy shit." She can imagine him gaping at the phone in shock, and she almost laughs. But then she shifts slightly and parts her legs and her fingers brush slightly over her parted folds andoh shit.
Just as she's about to cry out, Frank's husky voice growls into her ear. "I want tease you with my fingers and taste you…"
That's done it.Now her heart feels as though it's going to burst out of her chest, and she hears a rushing in her ears. Her finger gently runs over that little bundle ofsensitivenerves, and she whimpers. Frank seems to like hearing it, because he lets out a grunt that makes her shiver. She can just imagine him hovering over her, hard length pressing into her thigh, one hand playing with her breast, the other grabbing at her ass tightly. She wishes he could be here to leave his mark on her, in the places only she can see.
"God, if you could feel how hard I am right now…I feel like I'm about to fucking burst."
She wants him to burst. She wants him to burst all over her, and it makes her feel so dirty and scandalous but also so…excited. Leave it to Frank to uncover some new, strange desire. It makes her feel brave, and strangely empowered. After a moment of searching, she finds the words that are scattered around her brain; once she puts them together, she delivers them in a breathless voice that she can barely place as her own.
"I wish I feel your dick inside me, filling me up…I just feel so empty."
"Oh, I would fill you up, Nancy, no doubt about that. But first I'd want to watch you squirm under my fingers."
As he says this, she allows herself to touch her swollen bundle of nerves, and she also falls over the edge right there. She imagines it's his finger, tracing slow, small circles. There's a heat pooling inside her, all over her skin, in between her thighs. Throwing her head back, a soft moan escapes her parted lips.
"Frank, I'm so wound up…please keep going," she begs, "tell me how you would fuck me."
Clearly, when she uses the wordfuckit has a similar effect on him, because there's a throaty growl and she hopes to high heaven that he's going to keep going becauseoh my goodness she wants him so badly.She presses harder as she continues circling her clit and she feels the heat spreading, the aching throb increasing, the tension tightening.
"First I'd fuck you slowly, so I could watch you and savour every expression you make." As she listens, she speeds up her ministrations, and it feels like there's electrical humming extending all the way from her fingers to her toes. She's not…donethisin a long time, but she's done it before. Yet, it has never felt this good, this exciting. Her fingers drift down closer to her centre and gather some of the slick wetness that's seeping form her core. Wetting her fingers with it, she goes back to drawing those dainty circles around her clit, and now she feels like its on fire.
"Then I'd get you to wrap your legs around me, and bury my face in your neck, so I can kiss you and mark every inch of your skin. I want to fuck you so hard that you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming. God, every time I see you bite you lip I nearly cum in my pants, Nancy, you do it so much it drives me insane."
Oh my god. Oh my god.There's a blossoming from her core, a pounding in her ears that's getting louder. The only thing she can hear is his breathing, the only thing she can feel is the slick heat of her core as she moves her finger faster and faster, and it feels like she's practically rising off the bed. Every muscle in her body burns so sweetly…she's so, so close to the edge, and she lets out a whimper as she closes her eyes. In a haze of arousal and heat, she manages to breath out one last sentence.
"Frank, please, I'm so close…"
"Fuck, I want feel you cum around my dick…I want to fuck you until I can feel you cum and then I want to…I want to…" he trails off, his words ragged. Nancy's right there with him, and she knows that he's also just on the edge of that high they've both been chasing. She needs him to say it, she knows it will be the last tug that will snap the tension in her core that's so tight it's almost painful.
"Please," she begs, her voice as broken as his, so breathless is comes out as a whisper.
She hears a throaty, beastly moan that shakes all of her senses. Pressing harder, moving faster, she approaches the build, and she knows the fall is going to come so fast. She just needs him to…
"God, Nancy, I want to fill you up with my cum."
Oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
The tension snaps, the heat spreading all over her body, and it feels as though there are little fireworks exploding – expanding from her core all the way up her body. Her body feels simultaneously like its floating and like it's sinking deeper into her mattress. She gasps aloud and barely stops herself from crying out as aftershocks rock her entire frame, sending electrical pulses that make her core clench tightly around where she wishes his dick was. She imagines that it's there, that she can feel his heat inside her, feel him emptying himself into her. Her sense are overwhelmed with pleasure beyond what she ever knew capable.
She can hear a series of moans and grunts over the phone, and she knows that he's imagining it too. She hears the soft, "holy fuck," that comes after, and the heavy breathing coloured with absolute satisfaction. Unable to move properly, still experiencing little waves of pleasure, she listens to the sound of him breathing, and it calms her racing heart.
That's how she lies for the next few minutes, listening to his deep breaths, trying to match her own to his rhythm. Slowly, she's able to drag her hand back up to her chest, in and she's able to feel as her pounding heart slows. She's utterly content, unwound, her muscles feel like chocolate that's been left out in the heat of a summer day.
"Did you…?" she breathes.
There's a soft chuckle in her ear. It sends a warm shiver down her spine. "Yeah…um…a lot. Did you…?"
She nods feverishly, before remembering he's not able to see her, so she makes an affirmative noise in her throat. "Yes," she adds, "that was…Frank that was incredible. I've not…it's been a long time since I…" she lets out a sigh, "…it's just been a long time."
"Same here." He replies, then he also sighs. "Nancy, can I be honest with you?"
"Of course."
"I've thought about doing that for an embarrassingly long amount of time. Well, not like, over the phone. But what I was saying I wanted to do to you…I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about that. A lot." He sounds so shy, and she can just imagine him running his fingers through his hair nervously, like he always does when they're having a private conversation.
She feels herself smiling, and a soft giggle escapes her. "Oh really?"
"Mhmm."
"Does that mean you'd want to do it again?" She asks, boldly.
It sounds like he chokes on air for a moment, and her smile widens becauseshe'sthe reason why.
"Uh…yes. Yes. Definitely. If that's something you'd be interested in, of course." Always such a gentleman. "I don't want you to feel like you have to, because Nancy, I promise you that if tonight was all you wanted, then that's okay."
His desire to make sure she doesn't feel pressured makes her heart clench almost painfully.
"I definitely want to do that again," she says with confidence. She wants him to know that she's sure, that there's no hesitancy. "But maybe we could try it…not over the phone."
"I'd really like that," Frank sounded like he was also smiling.
The problem-solving part of her brain is slowing coming back to consciousness. The thinks about the rest of the holidays, her time left in River Heights, and the distance between them. She thinks about how much she wants this, and how whole she feels with his presence, even just over the phone.
"So," she asks, shuffling so she's under her duvet. She's warm and content in a way she hasn't been for so long. "What were you doing for new years, again?"
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