bakerstreet | ( picture prompt meme )

[Her fingertips aren't soft; Frank feels calluses built from a lifetime of clenched fists cross over his scalp. It lights a fire in him like soft hands used to, and he embraces the change. Jess could crush his head if she wanted to, maybe even by accident, and that just sends more of a spark up his spine.

It also makes him obey her cues-- the kiss severs and Frank's mouth traces her jawline. He searches out her pulse and his mouth hovers hotly over her neck when he crosses the threshold into her room and kicks the door shut behind him. His teeth graze her skin before he kisses it, sighing through his nose. He loosens his grip behind her so he can run his palms along Jess' thighs before he throws her onto the bed.

From there he knows he only has a few seconds before she pulls him down in retaliation, so Frank quickly pulls his shirt over his head and whips off his belt. The room is dark, but he finds her outline and prepares to be pulled right back into its orbit.]

[ her back hits the mattress and a split second later she's lifting her hips off it to push her hastily unbuttoned jeans and her underwear down her thighs. the rush gaining speed in her veins collides in her gut while they've let go of each other. she blames him, coming at her like he's walked in from a war even on an off night. shoving her pants to her ankles, she kicks her legs free and gets to her knees.

he really gets the chance to loom, then, but not for long. she takes no time to linger over the latticework of scars on his chest as she runs her hands up it to wrap around his neck and pull him in. his pulse jackhammers at her palm. grinning in the dark, she kisses him once, harshly, then drags his bottom lip through her teeth as she takes him to the mattress. her legs slot between his, hips writhing impetuously for any sliver of friction, though she always wrestles frank once they get here. ]

[Frank even manages to get his own jeans off before Jess touches him again. Even in the dark, he senses her coming. He has her outline memorized-- slight enough to fool anyone that she might not be able to handle herself, but he knows better. That's what freezes him when he realizes she's on her knees. Jess never let him see that before, and Frank never thought she would. Wasn't sure she even knew how. However, all it proves is that she can get his guard down when she grabs him. Frank's arms slink around her middle, and the room shifts while he's too busy kissing her back.

He almost growls when she bites him, but her hips against his cut off any of the sound brewing deep in his throat. The heat already building between them washes something close to relief over Frank. Neither of them were any good at talking, and sometimes communicating this way seemed easier.

In revenge for his lip Frank bites down on Jess' shoulder. He tastes the salt of her skin against his teeth. His hands slip down her back until he reaches her waist, and he bucks back against her.]

[ the air hits the back of her throat too fast when he sinks his teeth in, hips colliding with a jolt. she holds him to her as she pushes herself off the mattress with her other hand, rolling him to his back. her grip moves to his chest to keep him down as she leans up, reaching between them to guide him into her without further teasing. she was wet before he closed the door and she still takes a beat to ease into the stretch of him inside her.

jess braces a hand on the wall behind him, starts to ride him slowly, for herself. she could fuck him hard right out the gate, but he can only go so many times a night and if she had to suffer a wait, he's going to, too. her face is right above his but she can't see him through her hair. she doesn't want to, letting it sway over him and tangle in the crook of her shoulder. she swivels her hips until the angle tingles at the base of her spine, then moves faster along him, deliberately, and takes breath by the mouthful. ]

[The mattress creaks under Frank's weight when Jess gets him down. His grip on her tightens when she slides him in, and a harshly seethed fuck escapes him. He never minds that she skips foreplay, even now that they'd pressed past some of their old boundaries. It doesn't matter when she leads him in, and he can feel she's ready.

Frank breathes in deep through his nose as he bites his own lip now. He doesn't know how she's so wet for his ugly mug, but it doesn't stop him from arching his hips to fit just that much more inside her. He doesn't brush her hair away-- he's learned it's there on purpose. Instead, his hands glide up her back again and find the clasps of her bra that he hadn't even had the chance to take off yet.

It falls down her arms and onto his chest. Frank tosses it aside and sits up as much as Jess' body allows. So she knows he won't be trying to meet her eyes, he keeps his attention on her chest instead, kissing his away across them while he cups them in his hands.]

[ her grip has slipped to her fingertips when she brings her arms down to get her bra off. knowing the headboard will cave under her strength, jess digs her fists into the sheet beside his head. her breasts don't do much for her and she can't stand the idea of being the focus of foreplay, but he keeps his tongue in his mouth and she doesn't care when they're already here. his hands and his lips stir up starkly different sensations: calloused scrapes from constant use, nebulous smoothness from neglect. it does something for him, to touch her there. maybe it's in the permission.

though she can barely hold herself apart from him, when she drives her hips into his, the occasional brush of her clit as their bodies collide is driving the silence from the back of her throat in soft grunts. she grinds hard again and again, successfully, and her elbow buckles and she crumples partially into him. jess pushes herself back up quickly and viciously resumes her pace. ]

[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.

Just them, now. Alive, in spite of it all.]

[ at first she's only concerned with planting her heels in the sheets so she can lift her hips into his thrusts, fighting not to lose an inch of him. he's positioned her like this before, pinning her wrists or arms to the bed until she wrenches him off and retaliates in kind. tying their hands together the way he has, he's never tried. his calloused fingertips curl into the grooves between her knuckles and she squeezes, fingers closing on his hands as he fills her to the hilt. her eyes fall closed and her mouth open, quiet except for a frustrated gasp.

the sigh that follows is even more misfired. she tries to flatten her curving spine, opening her eyes to moor herself with the sight of the ceiling, and then she can't help but see him seeing her. shadows fill the shallows of his face and cause his gaze to gleam. divorced from the coiling pressure in her gut, a sharpness bubbles up through the tar in her chest, a bolt of anger and dread that he's about to open his mouth despite the fact that he's never done more than swear in bed.

jess rips her hands from his, securing locks of hair in her fist and pulling him in to take his bottom lip between her teeth. she keeps him in a brutal kiss as her nails dig under his shoulder blade, dragging her lips across his chin or cheek when the collision of their bodies rends the seal of their mouths, but he can't talk, even if he won't talk, won't say some dumb, dangerous crap and tell her she likes it, she wants it. ]

[Frank fully expects the retaliation, but the kiss is painful, even by their fucked up standards. She wants him quiet, but he's too focused on the moment to consider why-- that will come later, with possible waves of regret.

Even now something small in the back of his head curses him for trying to hold hands. The threat of sentiment is dangerous for the both of them, but one of his arms wraps around her anyway. The other runs down one of her thighs and lifts up her leg so he can push into her that much harder.

He groans against Jess as her scratches sting at his skin with more strength than usual, but the threat of being crushed if her thighs even twitch the wrong way just drives him closer to the edge. As he rolls his hips, Frank presses up to Jess again, but buries his face in her shoulder this time, keeping his mouth occupied there instead.]

[ jess closes her eyes again, ringing in rhythm with his thrusts. the muscles in his back roll like waves under her fingers, leaving her without any real purchase no matter how tight her hold. she moves her hand to the headboard, fingers splayed and palm flat against the wood, and pushes as much of herself back against him as she can. ]

Ah-- Fuck-- [ her other hand slides down to the back of his neck, thumb and fingers collaring him without any grasp or pressure. his lips on her throat inspire a heady mist that soaks her brain in contrast with the compounding dissatisfaction rushing emptily towards her centre, and it's still not enough. what she doesn't want him to do begins to drown in the wake of what she does. ] Faster.

[Frank's skin tingles under Jess' unexpectedly soft touch. It gives him half a second's pause, enough to reply to her sigh in kind.

Both of his hands slip over her ass, and his fingertips press into her skin as he picks up the pace. He pushes harder, too, lifting his chest from hers to get a better angle. Her grip on the headboard keeps it from knocking into the wall, but the mattress creaks-- now an all too familiar sound.

He bites his own lip now, stifling a shout with limited success. Every thrust into her makes him sear more, want more, and drags him closer to blanking his mind completely.]

[ the sound he makes is a splash of noise and breath against her ear. it spills out hard from his struggle to keep it in, bathing her to the bone with heat. there's a choked moan from the back of her throat as she rakes her fingers through his hair, holding him tight with her hand and her thighs as she shoves him to his back and herself to her knees.

she settles onto him with her hands to his abdomen, then moves one to his neck again. riding him, she keeps the motion in her hips, tethered to his throat with her clutch tested and firm. what he can see of her is what she casts down: jess looks him in the eyes, whispered groans mounting as she moves against him. ]

[Everything spins when Jess flips him back onto the bed. Her hand around his neck steadies Frank, but the rocking of her hips keeps him from losing the rhythm between them.

Frank catches Jess' gaze, and for half a second considers looking away. But even though he can't see what's going through her head, he doesn't. Instead, his hand wraps around the wrist at his throat while he watches her ride him. He keeps bucking against her, squeezing her wrist a little tighter each time.]

Edited (HTML WHY) 2016-10-03 23:01 (UTC)

[ there's a tic in her cheek when his fingers circle her wrist. it slithers the length of her arm and twitches in the tendons of her hand and it evaporates into steam stuck inside her skin when he keeps her there instead of wrenching her away. he likes that, huh? yeah, she likes that too. her focus on him narrows in descent, chin dipped towards her throat as she stares into his eyes, head-on.

but she can only hold his gaze in the slow builds between bursts of pleasure, gasping louder as collisions ripple up her spine. those spaces shrink and shrink as she hastens her hips, until she's so close she can feel her thighs tremble on either side of him. she's tuned out the sounds she makes, head falling back; she's tuned out the motions of her body, taking his wrist in the grip of her free hand and holding onto it like a rein. she comes with a taut moan and doesn't stop rocking into him until he's caught up, her head full of emptiness for a few blissful fucking seconds. ]

[When Jess adds more pressure to his throat, Frank starts counting the seconds between his breaths to focus, and keep himself from coming before her. He doesn't get very far when she shudders against him. Despite his stubborn attempt to hold eye contact, his back arches and his eyes close. It's his turn to shout out a punctuated "fuck", his hand gripping her wrist even tighter, his other one balling up the sheets beneath it into his fist.

Release washes over him, letting him fall back against the mattress. He, too, savors the few sacred moments of goddamn nothing, the only noise to hear being the sound of their breath slowly returning to normal. Frank doesn't move the hand she still has trapped between hers, but the other runs through his hair as he opens his eyes to stare at the ceiling.]

[ the arch in her spine relents and starts to bow inward, her shoulders and head tumbling forward as her elbows give. her grip goes slack as she rolls off him and onto her back, chest filling like a bellows. without concern for where frank might be looking, she stares up at the ceiling too. her right hand, still lying against his shoulder, is drawn to her face and she plucks and peels damp strands of hair. she licks her lips, exhaling, and the blackness blanketing the walls inside her head takes on that sheen of tar as the ooze starts to drip and thoughts filter in. ]

Shit. [ half-breathless, so he can take it how he wants. throw it away like he ought to and she's sure she means to.

you're not supposed to do what they just did without a safe word, and jess doesn't know it's the choking part that's got her thinking that. ]

[Safe had never been Frank's MO, and anything requiring safewords hadn't been part of his relationship with Marie. He would always ask before trying something new, but be more trusting on the receiving end. Now, it isn't so much trust as testing his own limits, though in the heat of the moment, all he could call it would be want.

Frank's mind scrambles back together once Jess rolls off him, the new space between them allowing the sweat on his skin to cool. When she curses, he turns his head to look at her. He quickly chases away the temptation to help push her hair out of her face and draws a deep breath through his nose.]

You good?

[His voice sounds even more gravelly than normal. It's a quick courtesy he can't help but give, even though she obviously works him over far more whenever they fuck.]

Yeah.

[ no, but she's okay. and she was really damn good there for a little while. her next breath is measured, bringing a decisive end to her recuperation. though it feels too soon, her lungs obey. she brings her fingers into two loose fists, exhales and sits up.

telling him not to try and hold her hand like that again is a non-starter for them both. all it will do is open up the can of maggots malcolm spilled onto luke without her permission. truthfully, she doesn't know how to talk about it and can't recall how she managed to tell the therapist trish set her up with when she was more frequently sober. and how did that end up helping her, really? the one thing she got out of it, her mantra, has been tarnished now too. what's his brain-damaged ass going to have to say?

questions like those have become a mantra of their own. as she recites it in her head, she becomes less aware of it and it seems easier to think. her shirt is in the other room but there's always clothes to be found on her floor. her favourite flannel is half-tucked, half-strewn against the wall. she makes a beeline for it as she gets out of bed. ]

Go put a pot on. [ jess tosses over her shoulder, pulling her shirt around her and heading for the bathroom door. her tone is less flat than it was in forming her noncommittal response to his question -- if that's because she's talking or she talks because of it, anyone's guess. ]

[The grey areas between them could paint a prison yard, but Frank knows better than to talk about them. When he got his psych evals, they always went on about verbal communication, but some things that happen-- words don't do shit to make them go away. So he doesn't ask. If she wants to talk, she will. She grants him the same courtesy, if that's what he could even call it.

Frank stays sprawled on the bed for a bit longer, watching Jess move in the dark. City lights leak through the blinds and highlights stripes of her bare skin. His fingertips tingle with the sensation of touching it all over again, smooth and scarless compared to his. When she speaks, Frank snaps back to the present, and finally climbs out of the bed.]

Yes, ma'am.

[With Jess, that address stays dry, but not quite sarcastic. Frank slips back into his jeans and doesn't bother to button them. By the time he reaches the door, he can already hear the skitter of nails on the hardwood floor, and Max is there to greet him when he opens it. His lips twitch upwards for a moment, and he reaches down to scratch the dog's head.]

C'mon, boy. [This bastard has too much patience with the both of them, Frank thinks, as he heads in the direction of the coffeemaker.]

( picture prompt meme )

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject