[Touching her does plenty for Frank, but he was never any good at making sex about himself. So when he doesn't get much of a reaction out of her, his lips linger around the flush skin of her chest for a few seconds more until he falls back again, in time for her to collapse against him, however briefly. He nips at her ear before she can get too far away. Once her lobe escapes from between his teeth and her pace resumes, Frank lets out a low moan.
He grabs her hips in attempt to arch higher, get deeper, forget everything buzzing in his head aside from her heat. A bit of his fighting instinct from when they first started returns to him, and he grips harder, rolls on top of her so he can get back at her with a few agonizingly slow thrusts.
The element of surprise only buys him so much time before she throws him back down, so Frank relishes the moment and pushes her arms above her head. His eyes have adjusted to the dark by now, and he can make out her mussed hair and swollen lips. His own still tingle with the memory of how smooth her skin is, contrasting how sharp she is everywhere else-- mind, tongue, fists. Her hands aren't fists now, for once, and when the flats of his palms find hers, he dwarfs them until he laces their fingers together. The pulse in her wrist beats just as hard as his, reverberates throughout every other point in her body that he can feel.
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He grabs her hips in attempt to arch higher, get deeper, forget everything buzzing in his head aside from her heat. A bit of his fighting instinct from when they first started returns to him, and he grips harder, rolls on top of her so he can get back at her with a few agonizingly slow thrusts.
The element of surprise only buys him so much time before she throws him back down, so Frank relishes the moment and pushes her arms above her head. His eyes have adjusted to the dark by now, and he can make out her mussed hair and swollen lips. His own still tingle with the memory of how smooth her skin is, contrasting how sharp she is everywhere else-- mind, tongue, fists. Her hands aren't fists now, for once, and when the flats of his palms find hers, he dwarfs them until he laces their fingers together. The pulse in her wrist beats just as hard as his, reverberates throughout every other point in her body that he can feel.
Just them, now. Alive, in spite of it all.]