bakerstreet | Sexting Tuesday

[ he gives a rattling little chuckle and nods, it's not like he feels any less gross at the moment. frank turns, grabbing her arm as he goes to tug her along without thinking about it. ]

Stay here, Rocky.

[ even if he badly needs a bath too. frank takes the few paces to the bathroom before letting her go, already stripping out of his shirt on the way to turn on the shower. ]

[ half her steps are tugged along and the other half keep pace with his. as soon as her feet hit bathroom tile, she starts to undo her jeans. Jess shucks them off with her underwear and socks, dropping them near his shirt. then her shirt and bra. before she gets in, she combs through her hair with her fingers and frees up a couple of loose tangles ]

[ frank watches her as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers in one assembly. everything's left in the pile as he hops out of his socks and just barely remembers to close the door behind them to trap the heat inside. towels are carted closeby before he's climbing in after her, the water still heating up they both went so fast. there's no hesitation in the way his hand reaches out to settle on her hip, head bowing to kiss the top of her shoulder just above the jut of her clavicle. if anything, after she told him what happened, he's more at ease with her - with them - even if they did have a moment out there. even that cemented things for him. what they have is real, which ups the likelihood of destroying it, yes, but it also means it's worth protecting with everything he's got. ]

[ Jess fans her fingers against his skin, painting his abdomen and ribs in wet streaks while the water beats against his shoulders. she welcomes into her arms, breathing easily for the first time since waking up. she dips her head in next to his, nudging his head back. ]

Hey. [ gently, as water drips from his chin to her nose. ] Thank you. [ she's grateful that he told her, that she didn't scare him into stowing it in a shallow grave, and she's grateful he bears with her through the painful unearthing of her own conscience. Jess kisses his throat, hands slipping around his back ]

[ his head tips back at her behest, his other hand trailing softly up her arm as she comes in close. it's intimate in a way they aren't often. he thinks he may need it right now more than usually, so that works for him in this moment. he opens his mouth to ask her what she's thanking him for, but then her full lips press against his throat just as his adam's apple bobs and he lets out a thin stream of air, the barest shiver tracing down his spine. ]

Welcome. [ is what he ends up with instead, a hallowed whisper that he wedges against her lips as he tips his head back down to catch them. he smiles softly, unable to fully edit himself when she's like this with him. unguarded, maybe even letting a sliver of who she was before all the fucked up shit shine through. or at least the most recent wave. ] You know I— I'd do anything for you, Jessica Jones.

[ stupid, so stupid, but his smile turns dopey with the admission, and soon he's pressing that expression against her lips, too. ]

[ she knows. it's what scares her most. she can ask or tell him not to look after her and he will regardless. and she knows she's no better, that she would go after him the same way, if he fell back into a firing line. they're too far gone to sit each other's tragedies out, past and future. Jess kisses him fiercely, savoring every muscle of his body that she can feel tense along hers. he's made it possible for her to have stayed this long, to be here, and his boyish smile tempts her to celebrate rather than agonize over it. ]

I wanna keep you safe, too. [ she whispers, her kiss becoming scattershot against his lips then his cheek and jaw. it prevents her from telling him again, perhaps over and over, that all she ever wants is for him to stay safe. and he has. so has she and yet he seems so much stronger than her. ]

[ he knows it scares her, like it doesn't scare the life out of him every damn day. his hand tightens on her hip in surprise at the sudden, almost aggressive, kiss. it's definitely not unwelcome, but he rasps out a grunt only to have her swallow it, spurred into action and already dizzy from returning the contact. the hand on her arm slides up to cup the side of her face, unshy in pressing the line of his body against hers under the spray. his heart is fluttering wildly and he knew he was in trouble the moment he met her, but it's coming to the surface just how much now. how irreversibly they're intertwined. ]

I know, I know. [ his tone is wet as he licks his lips to gather up her taste, brushing it against hers as they press to his briefly before moving elsewhere. he's trying to stay safe for her, he is, or at least to not be a moving target. an anchor point. he just isn't sure how sustainable it is, and he knows she's been waiting for him to fuck up. not because she thinks he will, but because it's what they both do, whether they like it or not. trouble just walks into their lives and neither of them is equipped to ignore it.

frank huffs out a wanton little breath against her cheek before crowding her up against the tile, his body already reacting to her proximity in the aftermath of that hungry kiss. he loves the way that feels, covering her, every scar on and under their skin meeting up to form a patchwork - something just for them. his palm hits the tile behind jess as he leans in to kiss her again, but deeply, thoroughly this time. he closes his eyes and licks into her mouth, not holding anything back for the first time since he can remember. ]

[ Jess backs up obligingly, draping her arms around his neck. she grins for reasons unbeknownst to her, her harshly cut that gives way as the soft cracks in their lips realign. the intensity of the kiss has her head pinned to the tile and her breath stopped altogether except for the briefest snatches where they relent from each other. her hands slip down him -- tightly along his arm and loosely around his neck -- and back up, hooked by the nails into the nape of his neck. and quietly promising to do the same thing again and scratch him all the way down.

he could be thinking about his wife, he owned up to that fairly early on into the relationshit. so early on that she hasn't worried about it in a long time. she chooses to reup on trusting that he isn't preoccupied with Maria, insofar as he wouldn't replace Jess with her, or her with Jess, in any capacity over which he has a modicum of control. dreams are dreams. this is what's real. and when it's in sync like this, nothing else gets in. she likes to think that, by now, it's like that for him too, barring the occasional, short-lived 'shit happens'. ]

[ maybe he could be, but this is the last place he'd think of maria. it's not great pillowtalk, but that doesn't mean he won't tell her eventually... he kind of assumes she already knows, or that he has told her, albeit in a smaller way. maria and he were never honest with each other, not the way he can be honest with jessica. the only true irony is that maria is easy to talk to now because she's dead, that doesn't mean he doesn't miss her. that doesn't mean he doesn't still love her, might always love her, and remember how they used to be. but here? here it's just him and jess and the addiction he feels building under his skin every time their lips break for breath. he shudders over her when blunt nails dig in, wanting her to mark him up even if it never lasts long. he'll remember how it feels and he thinks she will too.

frank knows this isn't very productive for getting either of them clean, but maybe that wasn't the point. and maybe he doesn't care. his hips stutter forward into hers as he sucks her full bottom lip between his, gently worrying it with his teeth as his other hand comes up to frame her face and push wet hair out of her face. he might be gearing up for another nightmare, but right now he couldn't care any less. no matter the content, he was always going to have them, so it's worth it to be with her this way in waking hours. and even in sleep, sometimes he can remember that she's safe, there beside him, and he won't have to see her die for the thousandth time. maybe it's sad that it's his victory, but it is, no matter how small. ]

Jess... [ the word rolls off his tongue and against hers, a syllable of pure enjoyment. he still remembers, how she'd given him rules after their first time. not to say her name, not to do anything tender or sweet or caring. now, look at them. ]

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