BRBB Fic: Ass-Kickin' Chick Music (2 of 2)
Part One
*
Gee's rushing to make it to class after an abnormally long queue at Starbucks messes with her coffee schedule when her phone beeps. She scrambles for it, juggling her coffee and her notebook until she manages to see the screen - it's a text from an unknown number.
G, it's Frank, I got yr number from Mikey. How do you feel about Fiona Apple?
Gee's frown of confusion tugs into a smile, and she taps out a quick reply as she scoots into a seat at the back of the hall, quickly flipping her phone onto silent.
extraordinary machine > tidal, why?
Her leg bounces impatiently under the desk and she doesn't manage to absorb one word the professor says until her phone vibrates in her hand. She flips it out to read.
that would be telling. I knew you had good taste.
Gee gives her phone a quizzical look, but the screen doesn't give away any new clues.
Gee doesn't find out the answer to the mystery until the weekend, when Gee answers a tap on the basement door to find Frankie on the other side.
"Hey!" Gee says, immediately running hands through the wreck of her hair, and suddenly all too aware that she's wearing an ancient Ninja Turtles t-shirt with no bra, and sweat pants that are so worn they've got holes all through them. There's no way to turn it around, but she wasn't expecting company, and she's barely able to string two words together after spending the whole morning sketching and being generally nonverbal.
"Sorry," Gee flaps a hand at her general appearance, "I didn't know you were coming."
Frankie smothers a laugh against the back of her hand, "Really? I thought you'd dressed up for me." She waltzes into Gee's room like she's been there a million times before. She perches on the end of Gee's bed, bouncing a couple of times before digging through her backpack and shoving something vaguely CD-shaped towards Gee. "I brought you a present."
Gee edges closer to the bed and takes the CD jewel case from Frankie. She pops it open to see a disc; scrawled across the front in red sharpie it says, "Ass-kickin' chick music".
Gee's laugh is so sudden and loud it startles her. "Frankie-"
"I told you I'd do it. I promise there's no Alanis Morrissette on there." She grins, and pokes her finger at the tracklisting.
Gee's eyes skim down the carefully handwritten list of songs and artists, seeing a lot that she knows well and a few she doesn't recognise at all. There's even some Ella Fitzgerald, mixed in with rough punk bands and the last track just says "Self-titled" and the artist is P.S. Don't Write.
"That last one is special," Frankie says. "Unreleased. Only a privileged few have heard that one."
"Oh," Gee says, and immediately wants to listen to it. "What's it about?"
"Let's just say that instead of drawing pictures of my ex dying in various gross ways, I wrote that. It's less about healing and more about rage than the rest of them but, you know, your mileage may vary."
"Thanks Frankie," Gee says, clutching the CD to her chest. It's probably not a big deal, she tells herself. Frankie probably threw it together quickly, a nice gesture to her new boyfriend's recently dumped big sister. She shouldn't read too much into it.
Even still, she can't fight the wide grin that splits her face when Frankie says, "I think you're gonna like it. Let me know what you think, okay?"
Gee assures Frankie she will, and that should be that. She waits for Frankie to excuse herself and go back upstairs to find Mikey, but she doesn't. Instead she asks, "Hey, are you doing anything tonight?"
Gee's heart stops for a moment, before she reminds herself that she's not the Way who's dating Frankie. She forces herself to act calm. "Does it look like it?" she asks, waving a hand at her less-than-chic outfit.
Frankie giggles. "Okay, point. Look, I'm on my way to band practise, we're trying out some new songs tonight and it'd be good to have some fresh ears, you know? You want to come?"
"You want me to come to practise with you and give you feedback on some songs?" Gee asks carefully, because somehow she's certain she must have this wrong. Why would anyone want Gee's opinion on music?
"Yeah, I mean, if you don't think it sounds too boring," Frankie says, a little crease forming between her brows.
It's about as far from boring as Gee can imagine, but she doesn't say that, she just says, "Okay, let me get changed," and starts to head for the bathroom.
"Don't get dressed up on our account," Frankie says lightly. "I mean those sweatpants are seriously hot. I love how the holes in the back show off your ass."
Gee hopes she made it into the bathroom before her face turned bright red, but she can't be sure.
*
P.S. Don't Write rehearse in their drummer's dad's garage. The house and the neighbourhood are the picture of suburbia, manicured front yards and tasteful gardens. When they open the door to the garage revealing a mess of cables and instruments and three tattooed band guys it's like going through the looking glass.
Frankie greets her band with hugs and punches and Gee hangs back, feeling out of place and excess to requirements. Frankie doesn't let her stay there, tugging her forward to introduce her to Hambone, Sean and Tim. "Guys, this is Gee, she was at the last show we did with the Interrobangs."
"Are you Mikey's sister?" Shaun asks, eyeing her, "Mikey from Eyeball?" Gee nods, used to the question. Most people in the incestuous Jersey music scene only know her (or of her) through Mikey. She's still kind of confused that Mikey didn't come with them, but apparently it's not his scene - in Frankie's words, he doesn't have the attention span for rehearsals. Gee isn't all that surprised to hear it.
She perches awkwardly on a battered couch that's pushed over into one corner of the garage and picks at a hole in her jeans while she waits for them to tune up. She wishes she'd brought a sketch pad so at least she'd have something to do with her hands.
When they start to play she forgets everything that isn't Frankie's fingers on the frets, her voice blasting through the practise amp. Seeing her up close like this, it's so much more than it was at the show. Even though Frankie's not turning it up as much as she did on stage, it's still mesmerising. She struts, and screams, and more often than not she's looking at Gee when she does it, like Gee's the audience and she wants to put on a show. Gee can't help but stare, tap her feet, let the music pulse through her chest.
She doesn't know what Mikey's problem is. There's no way she'd describe this as boring.
Okay, so it's a little boring when they have to stop between songs for Frankie needs to re-string her broken E string.
"So, are we doing the Richmond prom gig, or not?" Hambone asks, and Frankie groans.
"I thought we said we weren't. We're not a fucking covers band." She says with a snarl.
"No, you said we weren't. We haven't actually decided yet."
Frankie rounds on her band, "You actually want to do it? Teenagers and shitty covers?"
"They don't have to be shitty covers." Shaun says, looking a little like he's hiding behind his keyboard. "We could do like, Joan Jett and Black Flag, that sort of thing - the stuff we already know anyway."
"It's a paid gig, Frankie. Proper money. And you know need I new amp." Hambone presses and Frankie sighs. She glances over at Gee, who's feeling a little uncomfortable witnessing this.
"Tim's little sister's prom." Hambone explains, "they want a proper band, and they have real money." He turns back to Frankie. "With your cut you could totally pick up that pearl electric you've been staring at in the window of Dillon's for weeks."
"Fuck you." Frankie says, but she's smiling. She kicks Hambone's foot gently. "Fuck you for knowing so much."
"So are we going to the prom?" He asks, looking like he already knows the answer.
Frankie glances at the rest of her band who are all looking back at her expectantly. It's obvious to Gee that Frankie's the only hold-out, but they won't do it if she doesn't want to.
Frankie sighs and picks up her guitar. "Fine, but I'm not singing any fucking Avril fucking Lavigne."
*
Gee lays down on her bed in the basement and listens to the CD Frankie gave her on repeat with the volume up way too high. It takes more than a couple of listens, but in the end she loves every single song.
She presses her face into her pillow and thinks about what Frankie would look like playing them, how her fingers would look dancing over the strings, the letters tattooed on her knuckles flashing in and out of view as she plays fast and hard, the twist of her mouth as she shapes the words and spits them out.
It's about the music, she tells herself. That's why she can't stop thinking about her. This connection she's got with Frankie is all about how the music speaks to Gee and how Frankie is one of those people who knows how to express herself with it. It's something that's always fascinated Gee.
Of course, it has nothing to do with Gee sneaking glances at Frankie's tattoos where they peek out from under her clothes, the way when her shirt is damp with sweat it goes a little see-through and Gee can make out the lines of her bra and tattoos underneath it. It's not about the way when Frankie smiles it sometimes hits Gee like an electric shock.
No, it's not about that at all.
*
It turns out the name of the band from Chicago that Mikey is so enamoured with is Arma Angelus and Pete - the guy with the emo hair Mikey kept talking to at Gabe's party - is the lead singer. If you could call what he's doing singing - it's more like screaming. It's a heavier sound than even P.S. Don't Write and that's saying something. In a gap between songs, Pete is spinning some pretty impassioned speech about reaching into yourself and cranking your own engine or something, Gee glances over at Frankie.
"Does it hurt your throat, all the screaming?"
Frankie shoots her a smile, "Only if you do it wrong."
Gee smiles back and casts her eyes forwards again. She's nowhere near as entranced by Arma Angelus as she was by P.S. Don't Write, but then, these guys don't have Frankie. Mikey, on the other hand, can't seem to take his eyes off Pete.
Gee really should have realised that meant something, but at the time she puts it down to Mikey's professional interest. It's not until later in the night, after the bands have finished and she and Frankie are pushing through the sweaty crowd trying to find Mikey that Gee realises her own blind spot. She rounds the corner of the bar to see Mikey pressed up against Pete, making out sloppy and intense up against the dirty wall beside the bathrooms.
Oh. Oh shit. Gee spins 180 degrees so fast she nearly loses balance, trying to place herself between Frankie and the scene of Mikey and Pete making out. "He's probably gone outside!" Gee shouts unconvincingly and drags Frankie in the opposite direction, making their way to the side entrance. Gee has no idea what she's doing, only that she needs to save Frankie from the same moment she had only weeks ago with fucking Pedicone.
Fuck Mikey. She should have seen this coming. People don't change overnight. Just because Gee can tell Frankie's something special doesn't mean Mikey can. She swears at him internally the entire journey outside, trying to come up with something to say to Frankie.
"He's not out here," Frankie says, when they get to the dirty steps outside the side entrance.
Gee's already reaching for her cigarettes though, half to buy them time, but mostly because she needs some fucking nicotine to calm her nerves. She's going to kill Mikey for putting her in this situation. "I need a smoke," she says, trying to sound casual and she offers one to Frankie, who takes it.
Gee gets a few moments to quietly panic as she lights Frankie's cigarette and then her own, then she's got to figure out what to fucking tell Frankie about her scenewhore brother.
"So, um, Frankie," she starts, her hand waving unsteadily and sprinkling ash over her jeans.
Frankie looks at Gee with a quizzical expression, "So, um, Gee," she says, copying Gee's intonation in a way that would make Gee laugh if she wasn't about to leap out of her own skin.
"You know, Mikey, he's not really, um. Look, he's my brother and I love him and all, but he's not what you'd call," Gee reaches around for a phrase to use, "He's not really relationship material."
Frankie snorts out a laugh, "You're telling me. I think he's slept with half the scene."
"He has?" Gee blurts out. She can't help it - she didn't really expect Frankie to know.
"Oh come on, like you don't know? No offence, I know he's your brother and all, but the guy's practically a rite of passage for scene kids." She looks sideways at Gee, "Seriously, this can't be news for you."
"No, no, it's not um. It's not news to me," Gee admits, "but you knew? and you're like, okay with that?"
"What do I care? It's not my business where he puts his dick."
"It's not?" Gee asks, her voice pitching even higher.
"No way, I'm not gonna slut-shame, what's it to me?" Frankie says, taking a long drag of her cigarette and puffing out a cloud of smoke. "Live and let live."
Gee gapes at her. "But you; you and him, aren't you-"
Frankie stops in the middle of a breath out. For a moment her eyes are bright and wide on Gee's then she doubles over coughing. Well, it's coughing at first, but then it morphs into laughter, until Frankie's laughing so hard she's palming at her eyes and cackling at Gee.
"What. What?" Gee asks, a little hysterical, not sure if she wants to slap Frankie or shake her. "Why are you laughing?"
"Oh my god," Frankie cackles, wiping her eyes. "You thought- oh my god Gee, you thought me and Mikey." Frankie laughs again, deep and musical. "Oh god you thought we were together didn't you?"
"Maybe? Um, sort of? Mikey doesn't exactly date, but you guys-" Gee doesn't get any more words out before Frankie cuts her off.
"Oh my god, no. Gee, babe, I don't do dick."
"You… you don't?" This is really, really fucking confusing.
Frankie shakes her head, still cackling a little, "Oh wow, you really had no idea, did you?"
"But you - I mean, you guys slept together."
"We slept near each other, but we didn't sleep together" Frankie explains, her voice hoarse from all the coughing and the laughing. "I was so drunk there was no way I was gonna make it home, so Mikey let me crash.He knows better than put his hands on the merchandise. I'd kick his ass."
"But… you were wearing his Anthrax t-shirt." Gee's still racing to catch up. She tries to remember the conversation she'd had with Mikey about Frankie, his secret little smile when he talked about her, but the thought is pushed out of her brain by another, more immediate revelation. "Wait - you mean, you're not into guys at all?"
"No," Frankie says matter-of-factly, her eyes settling on Gee like she's seeing her for the first time. "You really didn't know that?'
"How was I supposed to know that?” Gee can't help the way her voice pitches up. She feels so fucking stupid.
Frankie leans back a little, her eyes lingering on Gee as she twirls her fingers in the general direction of herself, "I don't know Gee, I thought the mohawk might have been a dead giveaway. And when did you ever see me in a skirt?"
"You mean I'm supposed to categorise you based on stereotypes?" Gee sputters, still feeling unsteady, like the rug just got pulled out from under her.
Frankie snorts out another laugh, "They're stereotypes for a reason, Gee. They're cues, like - I don't know, signals." She shakes her head. "Your gaydar fucking sucks."
"Are you really making fun of me for looking at you as an individual person, instead of assessing you on your clothes, or hairstyle or whatever?"
"No, I'm making fun of you because you thought I was sleeping with Mikey." Frankie hides her smile in her fist.
"It's not like I've needed gaydar before," Gee protests, and really she's getting way too het up over this.
"Mikey said you had a girlfriend at college for a while."
Gee's eyes bug out at Frankie. "He told you about Lindsey?"
"Well he didn't give me a name, but sure."
"Oh," Gee says, because it's not like it’s something that comes up that often. Her gaze drops to her knees as she remembers the girl with the too-bright lipstick that she crushed on and messed around with for three brilliant weeks in her freshmen year. It was an experiment that ended earlier than Gee wanted it to, when Lindsey decided she was the opposite of Frankie and only liked dick. "That wasn't really a revelatory experience. I don't think I learned the secret handshake that time."
"There is no secret handshake," Frankie says with a shrug. The back of her hand brushes against Gee's thigh and it sends tingles all up her leg. Gee glances up at Frankie and when their eyes meet, something twists in Gee's chest. "I could teach you a few things though, if you wanted to like, learn." Frankie's voice drops lower with each word, and her usual easy confidence is suddenly absent. She looks so unsure, so far from the confident girl spitting venom onstage, almost shy the way she's watching Gee now, so closely.
It takes Gee one more too-long moment to put it together,It's suddenly way too clear why Frankie's been hanging around so much and spending so much time with Gee and Mikey. And it's not about Mikey.
Gee's heart beats too fast, and the feeling she gets when she watches Frankie play, or sees her electric-shock smile is warm in her chest. She's not fast enough to react and Frankie's expression falls a little as she clearly misreads Gee's silence. She starts to say something, to withdraw, but Gee grabs Frankie's hand before she can get too far. "Hang on. I just need a minute here," Gee admits, and just the touch of her fingers to Frankie's skin sends a zing of sensation up her arm.
She glances up at Frankie and it's an alien sight to see her so still. Her eyes lock with Gee's, but that's all, she doesn't move. Gee lets her fingertips trace up Frankie's arm, over the ink etched in her skin, over her shirt and up the slope of her neck until Gee's fingers can cup Frankie's cheek. "I just need to get my head around this." Gee says, her thumb tracing over Frankie's skin.
Frankie lets out a breath, and it dances over Gee's fingers. Frankie's gaze drops low, the cadence of her breathing getting faster and Gee gets transfixed by her eyelashes, dark against Frankie's pale skin. Frankie remains still, letting Gee's eyes rove over her, take her in.
Gee presses her fingertips lightly under Frankie's chin until her head tilts up. Frankie moves with her easily, but she still doesn't take charge. It's Gee who leans in and presses their mouths together, kissing Frankie gentle and slow, hardly any pressure behind it at all. Frankie's lips are so soft, and she doesn't push, just lets Gee kiss her, lets her set the pace. Gee's the one to push it forwards, to lick over the seam of Frankie's lips until she opens them, to slide her hand to the back of Frankie's neck and press her tongue in her mouth.
Frankie's fingers curl into Gee's shoulder and she pulls her close, enough so their bodies touch, the soft rise of Frankie's breasts meeting her own through layers of clothing. Gee makes a soft noise and slides her other hand to Frankie's back, pulling until the press is a crush and they're necking. Frankie pushes up on tiptoe and deepens the kiss, catching Gee's bottom lip gently between her teeth before licking inside Gee's mouth to taste her.
It stops being slow and careful, turning dirty and wet; all hands and mouths as heat rushes through Gee's body. They stumble until they hit something solid, a wall, and then Frankie's kissing Gee up against it, getting her leg between Gee's and fuck yes, that's good. They both moan into it as Frankie presses closer, until they have no choice but to move as one, their bodies sharing the same heat.
It's gone from zero to a hundred so fast Gee's head is spinning, but she doesn't want to stop, she can't. She grabs a handful of Frankie's ass, and Frankie rolls up into her, grinds on her, like she wants to climb her. And yeah, that's the Frankie Gee was expecting, taking what she wants, no apologies. Gee gives it up easily. She sinks her fingers into Frankie's hair and kisses her until she's breathless and wanting, until it's getting too intense to be happening right outside the venue doors.
Gee's the one to break it, separating their lips to pant damply in the air between them, their foreheads still pressed together. Frankie's fingers tighten in Gee's hair, pulling gently until Gee eases back, so Frankie can look at her. Her eyes are dark with want, her lips wet, a flush in her cheeks. She's beautiful.
"You okay?" Frankie asks gently.
"Yeah." Gee says, feeling her mouth tug up in a smile as she realises it's completely true. "Yeah, I'm totally okay."
Frankie's mouth pulls into a full smile that lights up her whole face. She starts to say something, but is cut off by a loud bang as a couple of drunk people burst through the venue doors, shouting Green Day lyrics at the top of their lungs. Frankie rolls her eyes at Gee, "We should probably-" she nods towards the doors and Gee nods back, a little reluctantly. She's not really ready to go back inside, but if they stay out here she's only going to want to do more things that she probably shouldn't do in public.
Frankie grabs her hand. Her fingers are warm around Gee's as she squeezes before turning to go back inside, Gee following behind.
The noise and heat of the club is a shock after the quiet cool of outside. Gee's flight response kicks in immediately and she can't think of anything except how much she wants to kiss Frankie again, how much she wants to get out of here. She clings to Frankie's hand as they weave through the club, looking for Mikey and, by association, Pete.
Mikey finds them first. He doesn't have Pete with him, but he has two fresh lovebites on his neck.
"Hey," he says when he sees Gee. "Where'd you go? I've been looking all over."
Gee jerks her head at the side doors. "Went for a smoke."
It's too loud for Gee to hear the 'oh' she can see Mikey's mouth making, but his glance down to where Gee's clinging to Frankie's hand with both of hers speaks volumes. And there's that fucking smug look of his again. Gee's going to punch him.
"Pete and I are going," he tells Gee and Frankie. "You can come if you want a ride." He turns and heads for the doors without bothering to wait for an answer. He knows Gee well enough that he already knows it.
The ride home is awkward. Pete's all over Mikey, or as much as he can be with the bucket seats and Mikey needing both hands to drive. Gee and Frankie don't really talk, just shoot little sideways glances at each other across the backseat. Frankie keeps licking her lips and Gee can't stop watching her do it. Fuck, they need to get home.
Mikey doesn't even bother to say goodnight when they get back to the house; the moment they're inside he's dragging Pete down the hallway by the arm and Pete's already unzipping his hoodie. Frankie manages to contain her laughter until she and Gee are alone in the kitchen.
"Your brother is kind of a slut," she says, her huge smile taking any sting out of the words.
Some tiny thread of sibling loyalty makes Gee say, "How do you know it doesn't run in the family?" tilting her head and peering at Frankie from under her eyelashes.
"Um, yeah, no," Frankie giggles. "If you rated anywhere near Mikey on the slut scale, you would totally have noticed me hitting on you this past week."
Gee's brow furrows. "You were hitting on me?"
Frankie rolls her eyes. "Oh my god, I made you a mix tape, Gee. That's fucking old school wooing right there. If you didn't click to that, I was gonna have to sit outside your house with a boom box."
"Oh fuck you. I thought we were bonding. I thought you were trying to impress your boyfriend's sister."
Frankie sidles closer, suddenly right up in Gee's space and Gee's breath catches in her throat. "Okay, so here's a clue," Frankie says, slipping a hand up Gee's arm, trailing fingertips sending goosebumps all up her arm, "This is me, telling you Miss Way, that I think you're pretty amazing." She leans in, pressing up on her toes, until she's so close Gee can feel her breath on her lips. "And if you don't have any objections, I'm going to kiss you now."
Gee licks her lips and lets her eyes flutter closed. Frankie's lips are so close she can almost taste them already and she wants, God she wants.
Frankie leans back a little, quirking an eyebrow at Gee. "No objections?" Her lips curl up into a smirk and Gee wants to smack the smile right off her face. She doesn't, she kisses her instead, finally getting her mouth back on Frankie's. Frankie grabs a handful of Gee's hair and kisses back hard, pushing herself up against Gee, devouring her mouth with swift licks and soft bites.
It's so good. Frankie knows how to give just a little pain with the pleasure. Her fingers run gently over Gee's arms and back, her guitar callouses catching on skin, just a touch of rough, just enough. Gee doesn't even notice she's backing up, moving as Frankie presses her back until the fridge door is cool against her back, bottles inside jiggling musically as their bodies make impact. A few fridge magnets fall to the floor and Gee's dimly aware that they should probably move this out of the kitchen, but Frankie's mouth is too close, too insistent, she can't think about anything else right now.
They move against each other, Frankie's hands all over Gee's back, Gee's in Frankie's hair, so soft under her fingers. Their lips move wet against each other's and Frankie makes these amazing throaty noises as she gets into it. Gee can't get enough.
It isn't until Frankie's hands start to slip lower, until rough-tipped fingers dip under the waistband of Gee's jeans, tracing down her lower back and sliding over the curve of the top of her ass that Gee really starts to think yeah, okay, this probably isn't kitchen activity.
It's hard, but Gee manages to break the kiss, panting.
"Um," she says, so eloquently.
"Um?" Frankie mimics Gee's tone, turning it into a question.
Gee closes her eyes, her face starting to flush before she even gets the words out. "You want to come downstairs?"
"Downstairs?" Frankie asks, "like, where your bed is?"
"Yeah, down there," Gee says, her voice so low it doesn't even sound like her own.
Frankie's fingers pass lightly over the curve of Gee's eyebrow, and Gee opens her eyes to Frankie's smile. "Fuck yeah, I do."
Gee snorts out a laugh, loud, honking and embarrassing, but Frankie just giggles along with her, shoving her towards the stairs. Gee's not nervous, she isn't. Except for how she's never really done much more than kissing with a girl and she has no idea how to do this. It's cool, it's cool, she promises herself, she can figure it out. They're working with the same equipment, or whatever. She's so distracted by her own predictions of failure she nearly falls down the last two stairs.
Frankie catches her arm, steadying her, "Careful. There's probably someone out there with a fetish for broken legs, but I can tell you it isn't me."
Gee smiles, because she can't think of a witty rejoinder, and palms a handful of hair back from her face, closing the door behind them.
"So," she starts, and immediately loses the rest.
"So," Frankie says, and kisses her, deep and long and hard, until Gee's breathless and the hot melt starts up between her legs again. Frankie's palms are warm against her cheeks, her chest shifting against Gee's on every breath. Gee hangs on to Frankie's waist and kisses back with everything she's got, losing herself in Frankie's mouth, her taste.
When Frankie breaks the kiss her lips are wet and a little swollen; she regards Gee with hazy eyes. "Bed?" she asks, sounding so hopeful Gee snorts out a laugh.
"Yeah, okay," Gee agrees, because she can't, not. Frankie backs them up, until the backs of Gee's knees touch the mattress and she flops down onto it. Frankie climbs into her lap and presses her onto her back, using her slight weight to press Gee down into the covers. She doesn't stop kissing Gee, robbing her of any brain capacity for nervous thoughts.
It's good. Fuck, so good. Gee lets herself forget everything that isn't Frankie's weight on top of her, the slide of her lips, the touch of her tongue to her own. Frankie's all motion, her hands roving Gee's skin, rocking her body against Gee's until their legs scissor and their hips align and then -
"Fuck, that's it," Gee whispers as Frankie's thigh slides between hers and they just fit. Frankie grinds down on her and Gee's groan bubbles between their lips as she gets pressure right where she wants it. She arches under Frankie, sliding her hands up Frankie's back, slipping under her shirt to trace over the tattoos she knows are there.
Fuck, Frankie's tattoos. She tugs the hem of Frankie' shirt up, exposing her soft stomach, little birds winking at her. "Show me all of them," Gee says, suddenly bold, her need outweighing any embarrassment.
Frankie grins at her, but thankfully she doesn't tease. She sits up and pulls her shirt off, tossing it aside with a smile. Gee can't concentrate any further because suddenly there's all this ink on show and Gee needs to trace her fingers over it; follow the lines of the word "And" across Frankie's belly, flatten her palms over the two swallows on either side. Gee's fingers trace upwards to where a heart-shaped design peeks out from the cup of Frankie's bra. Gee pulls fabric away without even thinking about it, just needing to see what's underneath. It doesn't occur to her until afterwards that she's jumped ahead a whole base, her fingers hesitating over the curve of Frankie's petite breast.
Frankie doesn't call her on it, thank god. She just yanks her other bra strap down, unhooking it at the back with a one-handed flick so it falls away. Gee's breath rushes out of her lungs. She's not just looking at the tattoos anymore, now she can see all the skin in between. Her eyes rove over Frankie's tits, the dip between them, the soft curve of her stomach, the jut of her collar bone. She traces her fingers hesitantly up Frankie's full sleeve.
"You're beautiful," she can't help blurting out, awe in her voice.
Frankie chuckles, "You are."
Gee's head shake is automatic. She knows she's not beautiful - cute maybe, but that's all.
Frankie's fingers are gentle on Gee's cheek, tilting her head up until their eyes meet., "You don't get it, do you?" Frankie asks, her brow furrowed in confusion. "You really don't see it."
"See what?" Gee asks, a little afraid of the answer.
Frankie rests warm hands on Gee's shoulders, pressing her down onto her back again and leaning up over her, her crazy hair sticking out everywhere. "You're fucking gorgeous, Gee. You really don't see it?"
Gee turns her face away, pressing her too-hot cheek into the pillow, unable to meet Frankie's eyes. Frankie doesn't push it; she reaches for Gee's shirt instead, pushing it up under her armpits and trailing her hands over all Gee's naked skin. Gee's breath comes in pants. She feels so exposed, but Frankie's fingers don't shy away from the soft curve of her belly, the crease mark above it. Frankie's fingers trace up Gee's arms, tickling lightly and Gee squirms on the bed. Frankie chases her fingers with her mouth, painting a warm wet line up the inside of Gee's arm.
When her mouth gets to Gee's neck, Frankie settles her weight over Gee's, her breath cooling the damp skin over her collarbone and making Gee shiver. "You're gorgeous, Gee. So fucking gorgeous. Especially like this." Frankie's voice is a hot whisper, her hands falling to rest on Gee's hips, her thumb slipping under the waistband of Gee's jeans. "Do you have any idea what you look like right now?"
Gee gives a tiny headshake. She's having a hard time concentrating on Frankie's words, her focus stolen by Frankie's fingers, exploring lower and lower. "Frankie, Frankie…" she whispers, not sure what she wants, just that she wants.
Frankie's hand slides over the top of Gee's jeans, pressing heavy over her cunt through the denim and cotton. Gee groans low in the back of her throat, unable stop herself from pushing up into the touch. Frankie mouths behind Gee's ear, hot and wet as she grinds her palm down. Gee starts to whine. She's hot all over, her skin prickling with sweat under her clothes. She can't help feeling like if she doesn't concentrate right now she's going to float right out of her body.
"Fuck, Gee," Frankie pants, and the pressure on Gee's cunt disappears as she starts tugging Gee's belt open. Gee's past caring what she looks like, she just wants Frankie's hands on her, wants to touch her too. Gee slides her palms up Frankie's back, around her sides to cup her breasts. Frankie swears, "Fuck Gee, yes… yes touch me. More of that." The words press warm against Gee's neck as Gee shapes Frankie's tits, her nipples hard against Gee's palms.
Frankie doesn't stop moving, rolling and grinding down on Gee, panting against her neck, her hands still struggling with Gee's button fly. When she finally gets the buttons open there's a rush of cool air against Gee's hot skin, the sensation chased away as Frankie gets her hand inside. She doesn't hesitate, she just fucking goes for it, sliding her hand into Gee's underwear and covering Gee's cunt with her fingers. Gee's face heats up, god she's so wet and Frankie must feel it, all over her fingers.
Frankie lets out a long breath, sliding her fingers over Gee's slick folds and whispering, "Yeah, fuck babe, so fucking wet."
"Jesus Frankie," Gee's flushed, desperate and she can't stop moving, can't stop pushing down against Frankie's fingers. It's so good. It just feels so good. "Frankie," she whispers, like a prayer, and turns her head to find Frankie's mouth. They kiss, wet and messy, all tongue and teeth as Frankie finds a rhythm with her fingers. Gee's so turned on she can smell herself; can hear the wet sounds as Frankie's fingers move on her cunt. Gee wants to touch too, wants to make Frankie feel like this, but there's a malfunction between her brain and her hands, and all she can do is keep touching Frankie's tits, keep kissing her until they're both breathless.
In the end, Frankie makes it happen; she gets her own belt and jeans open one-handed, never losing her rhythm on Gee's cunt the whole time. This is why Frankie's so good on the guitar, Gee thinks, it's the way she can move both hands independently, something that's beyond Gee; why she'll never be able to play guitar worth a damn when Frankie can give Gee goosebumps with a single solo.
Frankie doesn't try to be smooth, or elegant, she just gets her jeans open and shoves them down. The curve of her ass is pale, and it's strange, Gee thinks, to see such a large swathe of skin on Frankie's body that doesn't have any ink on it. Then Gee's gaze skitters lower, to the tuft of dark brown hair between Frankie's legs and Gee moans, a shock of pure want arrowing through her.
She hasn't gone this far before with another girl. With Lindsey it didn't even get below the waist before it all fell apart and the prospect that she's about to do just that, but with Frankie this time, is thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. She doesn't let herself freak out, she just slides her hands down Frankie's body. Down over Frankie's ribs, fingertips trailing over the soft skin over her belly, anointing the heads of the swallows on their journey down. When she sinks her finger between Frankie's legs, she so, so hot. So wet. So slick Gee can't really feel what she's doing, but she doesn't stop. She circles her finger lower, dipping into the wetness, slicking her fingers with it. Frankie moans and tosses her head, rolling her hips against Gee's hand, shoving against it until all Gee can do is try to hold her hand steady while Frankie writhes on her.
She's so uninhibited, so free, just taking what she wants, no embarrassment and no apologies. It's mind blowing. It's white hot. Gee wants to be like that. She's not sure if she ever can.
"Frankie," she whispers. "Frankie, I…"
Frankie's next moan somehow sounds like a question.
"I just," Gee stumbles, because Frankie's thumbing her clit now, putting more pressure behind every slick stroke and it's stealing Gee's concentration. "I just, I might not be very good at this. I haven't really, um… done this before, um, like, with a girl." Gee's face is on fire, her skin burning right to the tops of her ears.
She waits for some kind of reaction from Frankie, some change in the status quo, but there isn't one. Frankie's still grinding on her hand, still picking Gee apart with her own steady touches. The smell of sex is warm and present in the air between them.
"I like what you're doing so far," Frankie says, her voice all breathy and throaty and fucking sex. Frankie trails her lips across Gee's cheek and whispers right near her ear, "so far you're doing really fucking well, babe."
Gee's breath comes out in a relieved rush, smiling. She can feel Frankie's answering grin pressed into her cheek for just a moment, before Frankie slides down her body, settling between her legs where Gee can't reach her any more. It clicks into Gee's brain what Frankie's about to do a moment before she opens her mouth over Gee's cunt and just breathes, making Gee gasp and tremble, her body flushing with heat, her pussy tingling under the warm rush of air.
Gee groans out a broken noise, pressing her wet fingers into her mouth and tasting Frankie's salt and musk as Frankie starts to lick. She slides her tongue over Gee's clit and tickles underneath it until Gee's grasping at her hair, her hips rocking up off the bed against Frankie's mouth.
"Oh god, oh fucking god, Frankie." The words are garbled against her fingers. She's squirming so much Frankie grabs her hips and holds her down, just fucking devouring her with skilful licks and strokes until Gee's sure her spine is dissolving.
"Fuck. Jesus, Frankie fuck," she cries, writhing on the bed. Frankie's good at this, so fucking good at this. Gee can already feel her orgasm trembling in her belly, every movement of Frankie's lips and tongue intent on shaking it loose.
When Frankie opens her mouth over Gee's clit and sucks, Gee can't contain herself. She groans and pants, fists her hands in Frankie's two-tone hair, swearing, and muttering endearments, unable to fucking shut up. Frankie's harsh breaths bounce off Gee's belly, cool air against her hot skin as Frankie drives her out of her fucking mind.
Just when Gee's nearly ready to beg, to plead though she's not entirely sure what she wants, Frankie pulls off with a wet noise, replacing her mouth with her fingers. "So pretty," she says breathlessly, "So fucking pretty, baby."
Gee looks down to where Frankie's nestled between her legs, stroking her with strong fingers, her entire focus on Gee's pussy and it's so… god, she just feels so exposed, so vulnerable. Frankie's seeing parts of her Gee hasn't even seen properly, and from what Gee can tell, she really fucking likes the view.
"So pretty babe," Frankie says, circling her fingers around Gee's clit until she trembles and gasps. "You don't know, do you? You have no idea how good you look like this." She presses down on Gee's clit, and then up again just quickly and Gee throbs under her fingers, her hips pushing up off the bed.
"Oh fuck, Frankie," Gee says, desperate, pulsing under Frankie's hand now, god she wants, she wants. "Frankie, please,"
"Please, what?" Frankie pushes down with her thumb again, then keeps stroking and Gee nearly chokes on her tongue, "Tell me Gee, what do you want?"
"Oh god, Frankie anything, everything, just please don't stop, please-"
She doesn't even finish before Frankie's ducked her head, sucking hard and rhythmic on Gee's clit until she's panting and moaning, her breaths uneven and staccato, her toes curling into the sheets. God, Frankie is just undoing her, licking and sucking until Gee's arching off the bed, finger dug into Frankie's hair, moaning nonstop and trying not to shove her cunt into Frankie's face, fuck her mouth, and she's not really sure she's succeeding.
Gee's moans keep getting higher in pitch, and Frankie's not letting up, not slowing her assault at all, sucking and stroking with her tongue, and then… then she's stroking at Gee's opening, sliding just the tips of her fingers inside until Gee's fucking herself down on them, unable to hold back, just needing everything, anything to get her closer, to get her there.
She groans higher and louder, her body bowing up off the bed as Frankie plays her like an instrument, her fingers and tongue working in concert until Gee's pulsing underneath her, babbling and bucking and then fuck - fuck. She comes, twitching and bucking under Frankie's hands, trying to squirm away when it gets too much, but Frankie won't let her. She holds tight to Gee's hips and keeps working her tongue on Gee's clit until she's nearly delirious, riding out spasm after spasm until she's a sweaty giggling mess, swatting at Frankie's head lightly to make her back off. It's just… god, so much.
She has to lie on the bed in a starfish and breathe for what feels like way too long before her brain finally comes back online again.
When she comes back down to earth, Frankie's lying beside her, her eyes on Gee's face and her chin propped on her fist. She's smiling. "Hey," she says, looking smug. "Welcome back."
Words are too hard, so Gee sighs a happy noise that turns into a giggle halfway out. She feels light and bubbly, little aftershocks twitching her cunt. Frankie just watches her, her face alight with the most gorgeous smile and god, Gee's so gone for her right now. She pries her limp arm off the mattress, reaching over to trail her fingertips over Frankie's skin, tracing the lines of ink. Frankie's skin is hot to touch and she pulls in a shaky breath, her body arching up just slightly towards Gee's hand.
Gee trails her hand downwards, letting her fingernails play against Frankie's skin scratching lightly until Frankie sucks in another breath. As she skates her hand down further she lets herself look her fill, taking in Frankie's skin, so pale in contrast to the dark ink of her tattoos. "I want to do that for you," she tells Frankie, as her fingers slide lower, over the coarse thatch of hair, slipping down between Frankie's legs until she can sink her fingers between her folds, feel her heat, her wetness.
"Don't feel like you have to," Frankie says, the catch in her voice betraying her light tone. "But I'm not going to say no," she adds, a little growl in her voice as Gee dips her finger, slicking it up, and stroking up over Frankie's clit. Frankie sighs and wriggles down, settling in. Gee rolls closer to her, leaning in to take her mouth in a lazy kiss. Frankie's lips taste like pussy - salt and musk - and Gee likes it so fucking much.
They kiss, wet and slow as Gee keeps touching Frankie, moving her fingers until there's a hitch in Frankie's breath, and she squirms against Gee, rocking down on her hand. Frankie breaks the kiss, her breath panting hot against Gee's cheek. "Fuck yeah, Gee, so fucking good." Her voice is throaty and shot and god, Gee loves her like this. She's so undone. She can't stop moving, her hands sliding over every part of Gee she can reach.
She pants shaky breaths when Gee slides down the bed, painting a winding line down Frankie's body with her tongue as she makes her way down. Frankie's hands are in Gee's hair before she’s even halfway there, easing her legs open and Gee has to stop for a moment just to look because god, what a view. She presses a kiss to Frankie's inner thigh, and skates her lips upward slowly, so slowly.
"Gee, c'mon," Frankie says, and it's breathless and desperate. Gee has to just look for a moment, sliding her thumb over Frankie's clit and pulling up, her eyes drinking in the shiny pink folds of Frankie's pussy, and she's so fucking pretty even down here.
"God, Frankie," Gee whispers. "So pretty." She circles her thumb around Frankie's clit and Frankie's hips push up off the bed, pushing her moist cunt against Gee's palm.
"Gee, c'mon," Frankie says again, more desperate this time. "Don't fucking tease."
Gee doesn't mean to tease, she doesn't. She's just… figuring out how to do this. She wants to, fuck she really wants to, but she doesn't want to fuck it up either. "I'm not, I just," she says, circling her thumb down to dip into Frankie's wetness and smear it up over her clit, Frankie's skin warm and slick under her fingers. "I want to make it good."
"You are," Frankie says immediately, her fingers brushing through Gee's hair. She pushes up into Gee's hand again, her thighs flexing. "Just keep going, please, please keep going."
Frankie sounds so desperate, Gee has to move. She slides her thumb up over Frankie's clit and holds, making her clit stick out. Gee dips her head and licks a stripe over it, tasting Frankie from the source for the first time and the taste is new and yet somehow familiar. Frankie whispers, "Yeah, fuck, just like that," and if Gee wasn't concentrating so hard on what she's doing with her mouth she'd probably smile.
Instead, she stiffens her tongue and keeps licking, stroking up under Frankie's clit, her tongue dipping into Frankie's heat each time she goes back down and works her way up again. She concentrates on finding a rhythm, her entire focus on Frankie. Her scent fills Gee's nose, her heat and taste flooding Gee's mouth.
Frankie can't keep still. She keeps rocking up under Gee, writhing against her and it makes Gee want to squirm against the bed. She's so into it, so responsive and all Gee can think is that she's doing this, she's making Frankie react this way. It's addictive, the coil of heat that shoots down her body then, and she's pushing closer without even thinking about it, until her nose is pushing into Frankie's pubic hair and she's sucking lightly on Frankie's clit.
Frankie's body stiffens and she lets out a loud groan. "Yeah, oh god yes, that, that," she keens. Gee sucks harder, wanting to hear more of Frankie's noises, more of her words. Frankie hitches one of her thighs up over Gee's shoulder, and it changes the angle, opening her up more and forcing Gee's head even closer to Frankie's pussy. Frankie's foot presses between Gee's shoulder blades, like she's holding Gee to it and fuck, Gee likes that.
Gee glances up through her lashes and Frankie looks… amazing. The shine of sweat on her skin makes every line of ink on her body stand out crisp and sharp. Her eyes are half closed, a red stain on her cheeks, her mouth loose and open as she breathes her way through Gee's ministrations. Her nipples are hard and she's got one hand over one of them, thumb moving absently, her other hand locked in Gee's hair. Her fingers tighten as Gee quickens the rhythm of her strokes.
"Gee, just, fuck, put your fingers inside me, please," Frankie says, her voice shot with need.
Gee has to press her legs together and squeeze, the words making her own cunt pulse. She trails her fingertips from Frankie's hip, down over her belly, to slide in between Frankie's legs. She strokes gentle fingertips at Frankie's opening as she sucks Frankie's clit and Frankie makes a strangled noise and grinds her pussy into Gee's face. She keens Gee's name, and please, and yes, over and over and Gee's nearly shaking with how turned on she is.
Gee slides two fingers slowly into Frankie's cunt, and she's so hot, so soft. When Gee sucks hard on Frankie's clit this time, she feels the hot clench around her fingers. Gee moans into Frankie's skin, slipping her fingers in and out in rhythm with her mouth. Frankie's not shy in her reactions, grabbing Gee's head, humping her face, growling and writhing on the bed. Gee has to work hard to keep her lips where she wants them, as Frankie's hips move sharper, faster, more staccato. She's getting closer, the trembling pulses around Gee's fingers getting stronger and more frequent, and Gee almost feels like it's her orgasm she's working towards, willing along.
"Gee, fuck, fuck," Frankie pants, her thighs tightening around Gee's head. Gee concentrates on keeping her rhythm, breathing through her nose and trying not to lose her groove. Frankie gasps and goes still, fingers painfully tight in Gee's hair. Gee swipes her tongue once more, and Frankie comes undone, clenching around Gee's fingers and bucking against her face violently. She swears and moans, her body jack-knifing upright and nearly tipping Gee right off the bed.
Gee rides it out, holding tight to Frankie's hip with her free hand, and not easing off. She works Frankie's clit, feeling it tremble under her tongue as Frankie slick flesh grips her fingers, and god, it's fucking intense. It's like she's coming herself, and she moans into Frankie's skin, sucking in air through her nose and Frankie's all she can smell.
Frankie whines, cooing Gee's name, gasping in rough breaths. "Oh god, oh fuck," she says, shaking under Gee's hands, her thighs squeezing Gee's face. Gee doesn't stop until Frankie yanks on Gee's hair pulling her head up roughly. Gee comes up for air, licking her lips and slipping her fingers from Frankie's body. They're wet and shiny with Frankie's juices and she shoves them in her mouth, licking them clean.
Frankie watches her, her eyes blown and heavy as they dart between Gee's hand and mouth. Then she fits her hand to the back of Gee's head and pulls her in for a kiss, long and wet and tasting of pussy. Frankie licks into Gee's mouth and sucks on her tongue, like she's trying to find every last trace of her flavour in Gee's mouth. When they break apart they're both breathless and Gee's uncomfortably aware that she's made a wet spot where she's siting on the bed, but she can't bring herself to care.
Frankie wraps her arm around Gee's shoulders, pulling her down on top of her as she flops back onto the bed. Gee goes with it, until they wind up in a sweaty tangle, Gee's face nestled into Frankie's neck.
"What were you saying about that maybe not being any good?" Frankie asks, light and breathless.
Gee giggles, pressing her face into Frankie's skin. "So, I did all right?" she asks, trying to keep her voice casual.
"You'll do," Frankie says, tightening her arms around Gee and brushing her lips across Gee's forehead. "I'm keeping you," she tells Gee, decisively, stroking her fingers lightly through Gee's hair. Gee wriggles in her embrace, trying to get impossibly closer. She lifts her head and Frankie meets her mouth in a kiss that leads to a second and a third, no urgency to it, just lazy and wet and gorgeous.
At least, it is until Frankie rolls Gee over onto her back and slides a hand down Gee's body to her cunt, stroking lightly over her lips. "Fuck, you're still so wet," she says, slicking her fingers with it and rubbing lightly over Gee's clit.
Gee groans and pushes up into the touch, ignoring the hot flush in her cheeks as she tells Frankie, "your fault," with a breathless shudder as Frankie keeps touching her.
"Yeah? I did that?" Frankie teases, her face just above Gee's, watching her closely as she keeps going. Gee can't hide her reactions, not when she's being studied this closely, so she doesn't try to. She bites her lip and breathes, letting Frankie hear the whine in her voice, letting her body arch up to Frankie's touch.
"Fuck, you've got another one in you, don't you?" Frankie whispers, sounding delighted and turned on.
Gee's not sure if she can speak, so she just nods. That's all the signal Frankie needs to keep going. She leans up on one elbow and settles over Gee while she circles Gee's clit with knowing fingers. Gee's breath catches and she licks her lips, tasting both of them. Frankie's so close, watching Gee carefully as her hand moves, seeing every reaction, every flutter of Gee's eyelids.
The warm ache is there, building slowly. "This might take a while," she warns Frankie, because Gee's cunt can sometimes be hard work.
"I'm in no rush," Frankie says, her mouth quirking up at the side as she leans her head down, her mouth close to Gee's ear. "I like touching you, Gee. I could do this for a really long time."
"You might have to," Gee groans, letting her legs fall open wider. Her hips hitch up toward Frankie's hand, betraying how she wants more pressure, but Frankie keeps it light, too light.
"Frankie," Gee whispers, "more, please," and she doesn't even try to hide the desperation in her voice.
Frankie grins, and fuck she was totally keeping it light on purpose. She shifts her hand to thumb Gee's clit with deliberate pressure, the guitar calluses on her fingers rough in just the right way. Gee whines and pushes into her hand; she's so fucking good at this.
"Like this?" Frankie asks, too smug but Gee answers "yes" immediately, because fuck, it's already building again, faster than she would've thought. She arches up to kiss Frankie and Frankie kisses back immediately, stroking her tongue into Gee's mouth in time with her fingers on Gee's clit. It gets faster and messier from there. Frankie's tongue laps at Gee's lips and she pants sharp breaths against Gee's mouth, her fingers never losing rhythm, pushing Gee closer, higher.
"Frankie, Frankie," Gee moans, her voice going up in pitch with each breath. Fuck, she's close, so close she can taste it. She bucks into Frankie's hand, her pussy starting to pulse. Frankie leans up then, separating their faces just enough that she can watch Gee intently.
It's almost too much, Gee wants to look away, hide her face, but she doesn't. Frankie watches her, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her hair a sweaty mess and her eyes dark and focused. It sends a thrill through Gee that has nothing to do with what's happening to her body and everything to do with the girl above her, the way Frankie makes her feel, precious, desired, beautiful.
Gee lets out a sharp breath only to gasp in another one, her eyes locking with Frankie's, tying a thread between them. When Frankie says, "C'mon Gee, show me," Gee's eyes flutter, but they don't close. Then Frankie speeds her hand just a little more, slick noises mingling with their harsh breathing as her fingers stroke Gee's orgasm loose.
It hits her hard. Her pussy clenches, her hips buck, her mouth drops open in gasping groan as pleasure spikes through her. She doesn't shut her eyes or turn away from Frankie, letting Frankie see every stupid face she pulls, every noise she makes loud between them as she gasps and comes so hard she shakes with it. Frankie doesn't take her eyes off her the whole time.
"Oh fuck yes, yes," Frankie mutters, slowing her strokes but not stopping. She kisses Gee, messy and wet and all Gee can do is hold on, wrap her arms around Frankie's back and ride it out as long as she can take while Frankie milks every last drop from her, leaving Gee a shaking, twitching mess.
In the end Gee has to reach between their bodies and tug Frankie's wrist to make her stop. She's light-headed and soaked with sweat, her bloodstream fired with adrenaline. She feels high and slightly hysterical.
She flops her arms out onto the bed, feeling the weight of them. "Fuck, Frankie," she says, rolling her head to the side to meet Frankie's eyes. "You're fucking good at that."
Frankie grins, pushing her shiny-wet talented fingers into her mouth and licking them clean. "What can I say? I am the pussy master."
Gee can't help it, she cracks up, giggles bubbling out of her loose and free. "And so humble too," she adds with a snort.
"I don't hear you complaining," Frankie says, trailing her hands over Gee's chest, painting lines across her skin with damp fingers.
"That's because I'm not," Gee says, leaning up to catch Frankie's mouth in a quick kiss. "Complaining, that is," she adds, covering Frankie's hand with her own and interlocking their fingers. "Just in case you were wondering."
It makes Frankie smile, and Gee wants to keep doing that for a long time.
*
It's well into the early hours of the morning before they get any actual sleep. It's not that there's a plan to try and stay awake forever, it's just that Frankie's right there, all naked and gorgeous and kissable and it doesn't seem to matter how innocent or brief the kisses start, they get deeper, until there's grinding and touching and eventually orgasms. Gee suspects Frankie might be keeping some kind of tally of who's giving who the most orgasms and she wants to stay ahead of the game. Gee doesn't actually have enough brain cells to keep numbers in her head right now.
Eventually, exhaustion wins out. They both reek of sex and Gee's limbs are like jelly. They don't even make it under the covers, Gee just grabs the side of the comforter they're not lying on and folds it over them.
"Like a taco," she says absently.
"Hmm?" Frankie's hums into Gee's neck, spooned up behind her.
"It's like we're in a giant taco," Gee says, tugging on the covers before laying her hands back down on Frankie's arms where they're wrapped around her.
Frankie smothers a giggle into Gee's shoulder. "You make the best pillow talk."
"Oh my god, shut up," Gee groans. "You can't expect me to make sense right now, I'm pretty sure I lost a few IQ points through all the fucking."
"Uh oh," Frankie says, rubbing her nose against Gee's shoulder. "Now you'll never be a neuroscientist." She drops a kiss behind Gee's ear, "It's a good thing you're pretty."
Gee's face gets warm, which is ridiculous. She's had her tongue inside Frankie's cunt and yet this is what makes her blush? She's so weird.
"I'm so weird," she tells Frankie, because apparently all the orgasms broke the filter between her brain and her mouth. She winces and pushes her face into the pillow.
Frankie just hums and tightens her arms around Gee. "It's cool. I like weird."
Gee grins into the pillow. It's totally the right answer.
*
Epilogue
The Richmond High School Prom fucking goes off. A band that look an awful lot like P.S. Don't Write but who call themselves Pencey Prep play to a bunch of teenagers who somehow seem to enjoy covers of Joan Jett and The Bangles even though they probably weren't born when the originals were released.
Their lead singer has a two-tone mohawk and an attitude, but she doesn't actually swear in front of the audience the entire set, though she does flip them off a couple of times. She's wearing a pink taffeta prom dress that dates back to the eighties and a pair of army boots with purple laces. She's on fucking fire and Gee can't take her eyes off her.
When the band leave the stage and the DJ takes over, Frankie comes to find Gee. Her dress is falling off one shoulder, showing her black bra strap. Her hair is sweat-damp and sticking out sideways and her makeup is smeared. She looks fucking gorgeous,
"You look ridiculous." Gee tells her, because the dress they dug out the back of the thrift shop has some serious ruffles.
"So do you." Frankie says with a grin, and Gee tugs at the neckline of her own lurid purple taffeta number. Whatever, it was two for ten bucks at the thrift shop and it has a giant bow on it that Gee has maybe gotten a little too attached to.
"We're a matched set then." Frankie says, and grabs Gee by the arm, pulling her behind a decorative stand and kissing her thoroughly. She tastes like sweat and she's all fired up from playing, so it's far from gentle but it's fucking good.
When they finally break apart, Gee's lipstick is smeared on Frankie's mouth and her eyes are glowing with mischief. She hitches up her skirt and pulls a hip flask out of her boot, wiggling it at Gee, "Want to go get drunk and make out on the football field?"
"Classy." Gee says, but her mouth is already tugging into a telling grin.
Frankie shrugs, "I'm a classy kind of girl. You in?" She sticks out her hand and Gee takes it. She gets stuck for a moment, looking at Frankie's tattooed fingers entwined with hers.
She looks up at Frankie and smiles. "Of course. I thought you'd never ask."
*
When the proofs from the Richmond High School prom go up on the school website, there's one photo amidst the many shots of teenagers posing awkwardly in hired suits and dresses that stands out.
Two girls in ridiculous taffeta dresses, looking rumpled and wearing huge smiles.
~end
*
Gee's rushing to make it to class after an abnormally long queue at Starbucks messes with her coffee schedule when her phone beeps. She scrambles for it, juggling her coffee and her notebook until she manages to see the screen - it's a text from an unknown number.
G, it's Frank, I got yr number from Mikey. How do you feel about Fiona Apple?
Gee's frown of confusion tugs into a smile, and she taps out a quick reply as she scoots into a seat at the back of the hall, quickly flipping her phone onto silent.
extraordinary machine > tidal, why?
Her leg bounces impatiently under the desk and she doesn't manage to absorb one word the professor says until her phone vibrates in her hand. She flips it out to read.
that would be telling. I knew you had good taste.
Gee gives her phone a quizzical look, but the screen doesn't give away any new clues.
Gee doesn't find out the answer to the mystery until the weekend, when Gee answers a tap on the basement door to find Frankie on the other side.
"Hey!" Gee says, immediately running hands through the wreck of her hair, and suddenly all too aware that she's wearing an ancient Ninja Turtles t-shirt with no bra, and sweat pants that are so worn they've got holes all through them. There's no way to turn it around, but she wasn't expecting company, and she's barely able to string two words together after spending the whole morning sketching and being generally nonverbal.
"Sorry," Gee flaps a hand at her general appearance, "I didn't know you were coming."
Frankie smothers a laugh against the back of her hand, "Really? I thought you'd dressed up for me." She waltzes into Gee's room like she's been there a million times before. She perches on the end of Gee's bed, bouncing a couple of times before digging through her backpack and shoving something vaguely CD-shaped towards Gee. "I brought you a present."
Gee edges closer to the bed and takes the CD jewel case from Frankie. She pops it open to see a disc; scrawled across the front in red sharpie it says, "Ass-kickin' chick music".
Gee's laugh is so sudden and loud it startles her. "Frankie-"
"I told you I'd do it. I promise there's no Alanis Morrissette on there." She grins, and pokes her finger at the tracklisting.
Gee's eyes skim down the carefully handwritten list of songs and artists, seeing a lot that she knows well and a few she doesn't recognise at all. There's even some Ella Fitzgerald, mixed in with rough punk bands and the last track just says "Self-titled" and the artist is P.S. Don't Write.
"That last one is special," Frankie says. "Unreleased. Only a privileged few have heard that one."
"Oh," Gee says, and immediately wants to listen to it. "What's it about?"
"Let's just say that instead of drawing pictures of my ex dying in various gross ways, I wrote that. It's less about healing and more about rage than the rest of them but, you know, your mileage may vary."
"Thanks Frankie," Gee says, clutching the CD to her chest. It's probably not a big deal, she tells herself. Frankie probably threw it together quickly, a nice gesture to her new boyfriend's recently dumped big sister. She shouldn't read too much into it.
Even still, she can't fight the wide grin that splits her face when Frankie says, "I think you're gonna like it. Let me know what you think, okay?"
Gee assures Frankie she will, and that should be that. She waits for Frankie to excuse herself and go back upstairs to find Mikey, but she doesn't. Instead she asks, "Hey, are you doing anything tonight?"
Gee's heart stops for a moment, before she reminds herself that she's not the Way who's dating Frankie. She forces herself to act calm. "Does it look like it?" she asks, waving a hand at her less-than-chic outfit.
Frankie giggles. "Okay, point. Look, I'm on my way to band practise, we're trying out some new songs tonight and it'd be good to have some fresh ears, you know? You want to come?"
"You want me to come to practise with you and give you feedback on some songs?" Gee asks carefully, because somehow she's certain she must have this wrong. Why would anyone want Gee's opinion on music?
"Yeah, I mean, if you don't think it sounds too boring," Frankie says, a little crease forming between her brows.
It's about as far from boring as Gee can imagine, but she doesn't say that, she just says, "Okay, let me get changed," and starts to head for the bathroom.
"Don't get dressed up on our account," Frankie says lightly. "I mean those sweatpants are seriously hot. I love how the holes in the back show off your ass."
Gee hopes she made it into the bathroom before her face turned bright red, but she can't be sure.
*
P.S. Don't Write rehearse in their drummer's dad's garage. The house and the neighbourhood are the picture of suburbia, manicured front yards and tasteful gardens. When they open the door to the garage revealing a mess of cables and instruments and three tattooed band guys it's like going through the looking glass.
Frankie greets her band with hugs and punches and Gee hangs back, feeling out of place and excess to requirements. Frankie doesn't let her stay there, tugging her forward to introduce her to Hambone, Sean and Tim. "Guys, this is Gee, she was at the last show we did with the Interrobangs."
"Are you Mikey's sister?" Shaun asks, eyeing her, "Mikey from Eyeball?" Gee nods, used to the question. Most people in the incestuous Jersey music scene only know her (or of her) through Mikey. She's still kind of confused that Mikey didn't come with them, but apparently it's not his scene - in Frankie's words, he doesn't have the attention span for rehearsals. Gee isn't all that surprised to hear it.
She perches awkwardly on a battered couch that's pushed over into one corner of the garage and picks at a hole in her jeans while she waits for them to tune up. She wishes she'd brought a sketch pad so at least she'd have something to do with her hands.
When they start to play she forgets everything that isn't Frankie's fingers on the frets, her voice blasting through the practise amp. Seeing her up close like this, it's so much more than it was at the show. Even though Frankie's not turning it up as much as she did on stage, it's still mesmerising. She struts, and screams, and more often than not she's looking at Gee when she does it, like Gee's the audience and she wants to put on a show. Gee can't help but stare, tap her feet, let the music pulse through her chest.
She doesn't know what Mikey's problem is. There's no way she'd describe this as boring.
Okay, so it's a little boring when they have to stop between songs for Frankie needs to re-string her broken E string.
"So, are we doing the Richmond prom gig, or not?" Hambone asks, and Frankie groans.
"I thought we said we weren't. We're not a fucking covers band." She says with a snarl.
"No, you said we weren't. We haven't actually decided yet."
Frankie rounds on her band, "You actually want to do it? Teenagers and shitty covers?"
"They don't have to be shitty covers." Shaun says, looking a little like he's hiding behind his keyboard. "We could do like, Joan Jett and Black Flag, that sort of thing - the stuff we already know anyway."
"It's a paid gig, Frankie. Proper money. And you know need I new amp." Hambone presses and Frankie sighs. She glances over at Gee, who's feeling a little uncomfortable witnessing this.
"Tim's little sister's prom." Hambone explains, "they want a proper band, and they have real money." He turns back to Frankie. "With your cut you could totally pick up that pearl electric you've been staring at in the window of Dillon's for weeks."
"Fuck you." Frankie says, but she's smiling. She kicks Hambone's foot gently. "Fuck you for knowing so much."
"So are we going to the prom?" He asks, looking like he already knows the answer.
Frankie glances at the rest of her band who are all looking back at her expectantly. It's obvious to Gee that Frankie's the only hold-out, but they won't do it if she doesn't want to.
Frankie sighs and picks up her guitar. "Fine, but I'm not singing any fucking Avril fucking Lavigne."
*
Gee lays down on her bed in the basement and listens to the CD Frankie gave her on repeat with the volume up way too high. It takes more than a couple of listens, but in the end she loves every single song.
She presses her face into her pillow and thinks about what Frankie would look like playing them, how her fingers would look dancing over the strings, the letters tattooed on her knuckles flashing in and out of view as she plays fast and hard, the twist of her mouth as she shapes the words and spits them out.
It's about the music, she tells herself. That's why she can't stop thinking about her. This connection she's got with Frankie is all about how the music speaks to Gee and how Frankie is one of those people who knows how to express herself with it. It's something that's always fascinated Gee.
Of course, it has nothing to do with Gee sneaking glances at Frankie's tattoos where they peek out from under her clothes, the way when her shirt is damp with sweat it goes a little see-through and Gee can make out the lines of her bra and tattoos underneath it. It's not about the way when Frankie smiles it sometimes hits Gee like an electric shock.
No, it's not about that at all.
*
It turns out the name of the band from Chicago that Mikey is so enamoured with is Arma Angelus and Pete - the guy with the emo hair Mikey kept talking to at Gabe's party - is the lead singer. If you could call what he's doing singing - it's more like screaming. It's a heavier sound than even P.S. Don't Write and that's saying something. In a gap between songs, Pete is spinning some pretty impassioned speech about reaching into yourself and cranking your own engine or something, Gee glances over at Frankie.
"Does it hurt your throat, all the screaming?"
Frankie shoots her a smile, "Only if you do it wrong."
Gee smiles back and casts her eyes forwards again. She's nowhere near as entranced by Arma Angelus as she was by P.S. Don't Write, but then, these guys don't have Frankie. Mikey, on the other hand, can't seem to take his eyes off Pete.
Gee really should have realised that meant something, but at the time she puts it down to Mikey's professional interest. It's not until later in the night, after the bands have finished and she and Frankie are pushing through the sweaty crowd trying to find Mikey that Gee realises her own blind spot. She rounds the corner of the bar to see Mikey pressed up against Pete, making out sloppy and intense up against the dirty wall beside the bathrooms.
Oh. Oh shit. Gee spins 180 degrees so fast she nearly loses balance, trying to place herself between Frankie and the scene of Mikey and Pete making out. "He's probably gone outside!" Gee shouts unconvincingly and drags Frankie in the opposite direction, making their way to the side entrance. Gee has no idea what she's doing, only that she needs to save Frankie from the same moment she had only weeks ago with fucking Pedicone.
Fuck Mikey. She should have seen this coming. People don't change overnight. Just because Gee can tell Frankie's something special doesn't mean Mikey can. She swears at him internally the entire journey outside, trying to come up with something to say to Frankie.
"He's not out here," Frankie says, when they get to the dirty steps outside the side entrance.
Gee's already reaching for her cigarettes though, half to buy them time, but mostly because she needs some fucking nicotine to calm her nerves. She's going to kill Mikey for putting her in this situation. "I need a smoke," she says, trying to sound casual and she offers one to Frankie, who takes it.
Gee gets a few moments to quietly panic as she lights Frankie's cigarette and then her own, then she's got to figure out what to fucking tell Frankie about her scenewhore brother.
"So, um, Frankie," she starts, her hand waving unsteadily and sprinkling ash over her jeans.
Frankie looks at Gee with a quizzical expression, "So, um, Gee," she says, copying Gee's intonation in a way that would make Gee laugh if she wasn't about to leap out of her own skin.
"You know, Mikey, he's not really, um. Look, he's my brother and I love him and all, but he's not what you'd call," Gee reaches around for a phrase to use, "He's not really relationship material."
Frankie snorts out a laugh, "You're telling me. I think he's slept with half the scene."
"He has?" Gee blurts out. She can't help it - she didn't really expect Frankie to know.
"Oh come on, like you don't know? No offence, I know he's your brother and all, but the guy's practically a rite of passage for scene kids." She looks sideways at Gee, "Seriously, this can't be news for you."
"No, no, it's not um. It's not news to me," Gee admits, "but you knew? and you're like, okay with that?"
"What do I care? It's not my business where he puts his dick."
"It's not?" Gee asks, her voice pitching even higher.
"No way, I'm not gonna slut-shame, what's it to me?" Frankie says, taking a long drag of her cigarette and puffing out a cloud of smoke. "Live and let live."
Gee gapes at her. "But you; you and him, aren't you-"
Frankie stops in the middle of a breath out. For a moment her eyes are bright and wide on Gee's then she doubles over coughing. Well, it's coughing at first, but then it morphs into laughter, until Frankie's laughing so hard she's palming at her eyes and cackling at Gee.
"What. What?" Gee asks, a little hysterical, not sure if she wants to slap Frankie or shake her. "Why are you laughing?"
"Oh my god," Frankie cackles, wiping her eyes. "You thought- oh my god Gee, you thought me and Mikey." Frankie laughs again, deep and musical. "Oh god you thought we were together didn't you?"
"Maybe? Um, sort of? Mikey doesn't exactly date, but you guys-" Gee doesn't get any more words out before Frankie cuts her off.
"Oh my god, no. Gee, babe, I don't do dick."
"You… you don't?" This is really, really fucking confusing.
Frankie shakes her head, still cackling a little, "Oh wow, you really had no idea, did you?"
"But you - I mean, you guys slept together."
"We slept near each other, but we didn't sleep together" Frankie explains, her voice hoarse from all the coughing and the laughing. "I was so drunk there was no way I was gonna make it home, so Mikey let me crash.He knows better than put his hands on the merchandise. I'd kick his ass."
"But… you were wearing his Anthrax t-shirt." Gee's still racing to catch up. She tries to remember the conversation she'd had with Mikey about Frankie, his secret little smile when he talked about her, but the thought is pushed out of her brain by another, more immediate revelation. "Wait - you mean, you're not into guys at all?"
"No," Frankie says matter-of-factly, her eyes settling on Gee like she's seeing her for the first time. "You really didn't know that?'
"How was I supposed to know that?” Gee can't help the way her voice pitches up. She feels so fucking stupid.
Frankie leans back a little, her eyes lingering on Gee as she twirls her fingers in the general direction of herself, "I don't know Gee, I thought the mohawk might have been a dead giveaway. And when did you ever see me in a skirt?"
"You mean I'm supposed to categorise you based on stereotypes?" Gee sputters, still feeling unsteady, like the rug just got pulled out from under her.
Frankie snorts out another laugh, "They're stereotypes for a reason, Gee. They're cues, like - I don't know, signals." She shakes her head. "Your gaydar fucking sucks."
"Are you really making fun of me for looking at you as an individual person, instead of assessing you on your clothes, or hairstyle or whatever?"
"No, I'm making fun of you because you thought I was sleeping with Mikey." Frankie hides her smile in her fist.
"It's not like I've needed gaydar before," Gee protests, and really she's getting way too het up over this.
"Mikey said you had a girlfriend at college for a while."
Gee's eyes bug out at Frankie. "He told you about Lindsey?"
"Well he didn't give me a name, but sure."
"Oh," Gee says, because it's not like it’s something that comes up that often. Her gaze drops to her knees as she remembers the girl with the too-bright lipstick that she crushed on and messed around with for three brilliant weeks in her freshmen year. It was an experiment that ended earlier than Gee wanted it to, when Lindsey decided she was the opposite of Frankie and only liked dick. "That wasn't really a revelatory experience. I don't think I learned the secret handshake that time."
"There is no secret handshake," Frankie says with a shrug. The back of her hand brushes against Gee's thigh and it sends tingles all up her leg. Gee glances up at Frankie and when their eyes meet, something twists in Gee's chest. "I could teach you a few things though, if you wanted to like, learn." Frankie's voice drops lower with each word, and her usual easy confidence is suddenly absent. She looks so unsure, so far from the confident girl spitting venom onstage, almost shy the way she's watching Gee now, so closely.
It takes Gee one more too-long moment to put it together,It's suddenly way too clear why Frankie's been hanging around so much and spending so much time with Gee and Mikey. And it's not about Mikey.
Gee's heart beats too fast, and the feeling she gets when she watches Frankie play, or sees her electric-shock smile is warm in her chest. She's not fast enough to react and Frankie's expression falls a little as she clearly misreads Gee's silence. She starts to say something, to withdraw, but Gee grabs Frankie's hand before she can get too far. "Hang on. I just need a minute here," Gee admits, and just the touch of her fingers to Frankie's skin sends a zing of sensation up her arm.
She glances up at Frankie and it's an alien sight to see her so still. Her eyes lock with Gee's, but that's all, she doesn't move. Gee lets her fingertips trace up Frankie's arm, over the ink etched in her skin, over her shirt and up the slope of her neck until Gee's fingers can cup Frankie's cheek. "I just need to get my head around this." Gee says, her thumb tracing over Frankie's skin.
Frankie lets out a breath, and it dances over Gee's fingers. Frankie's gaze drops low, the cadence of her breathing getting faster and Gee gets transfixed by her eyelashes, dark against Frankie's pale skin. Frankie remains still, letting Gee's eyes rove over her, take her in.
Gee presses her fingertips lightly under Frankie's chin until her head tilts up. Frankie moves with her easily, but she still doesn't take charge. It's Gee who leans in and presses their mouths together, kissing Frankie gentle and slow, hardly any pressure behind it at all. Frankie's lips are so soft, and she doesn't push, just lets Gee kiss her, lets her set the pace. Gee's the one to push it forwards, to lick over the seam of Frankie's lips until she opens them, to slide her hand to the back of Frankie's neck and press her tongue in her mouth.
Frankie's fingers curl into Gee's shoulder and she pulls her close, enough so their bodies touch, the soft rise of Frankie's breasts meeting her own through layers of clothing. Gee makes a soft noise and slides her other hand to Frankie's back, pulling until the press is a crush and they're necking. Frankie pushes up on tiptoe and deepens the kiss, catching Gee's bottom lip gently between her teeth before licking inside Gee's mouth to taste her.
It stops being slow and careful, turning dirty and wet; all hands and mouths as heat rushes through Gee's body. They stumble until they hit something solid, a wall, and then Frankie's kissing Gee up against it, getting her leg between Gee's and fuck yes, that's good. They both moan into it as Frankie presses closer, until they have no choice but to move as one, their bodies sharing the same heat.
It's gone from zero to a hundred so fast Gee's head is spinning, but she doesn't want to stop, she can't. She grabs a handful of Frankie's ass, and Frankie rolls up into her, grinds on her, like she wants to climb her. And yeah, that's the Frankie Gee was expecting, taking what she wants, no apologies. Gee gives it up easily. She sinks her fingers into Frankie's hair and kisses her until she's breathless and wanting, until it's getting too intense to be happening right outside the venue doors.
Gee's the one to break it, separating their lips to pant damply in the air between them, their foreheads still pressed together. Frankie's fingers tighten in Gee's hair, pulling gently until Gee eases back, so Frankie can look at her. Her eyes are dark with want, her lips wet, a flush in her cheeks. She's beautiful.
"You okay?" Frankie asks gently.
"Yeah." Gee says, feeling her mouth tug up in a smile as she realises it's completely true. "Yeah, I'm totally okay."
Frankie's mouth pulls into a full smile that lights up her whole face. She starts to say something, but is cut off by a loud bang as a couple of drunk people burst through the venue doors, shouting Green Day lyrics at the top of their lungs. Frankie rolls her eyes at Gee, "We should probably-" she nods towards the doors and Gee nods back, a little reluctantly. She's not really ready to go back inside, but if they stay out here she's only going to want to do more things that she probably shouldn't do in public.
Frankie grabs her hand. Her fingers are warm around Gee's as she squeezes before turning to go back inside, Gee following behind.
The noise and heat of the club is a shock after the quiet cool of outside. Gee's flight response kicks in immediately and she can't think of anything except how much she wants to kiss Frankie again, how much she wants to get out of here. She clings to Frankie's hand as they weave through the club, looking for Mikey and, by association, Pete.
Mikey finds them first. He doesn't have Pete with him, but he has two fresh lovebites on his neck.
"Hey," he says when he sees Gee. "Where'd you go? I've been looking all over."
Gee jerks her head at the side doors. "Went for a smoke."
It's too loud for Gee to hear the 'oh' she can see Mikey's mouth making, but his glance down to where Gee's clinging to Frankie's hand with both of hers speaks volumes. And there's that fucking smug look of his again. Gee's going to punch him.
"Pete and I are going," he tells Gee and Frankie. "You can come if you want a ride." He turns and heads for the doors without bothering to wait for an answer. He knows Gee well enough that he already knows it.
The ride home is awkward. Pete's all over Mikey, or as much as he can be with the bucket seats and Mikey needing both hands to drive. Gee and Frankie don't really talk, just shoot little sideways glances at each other across the backseat. Frankie keeps licking her lips and Gee can't stop watching her do it. Fuck, they need to get home.
Mikey doesn't even bother to say goodnight when they get back to the house; the moment they're inside he's dragging Pete down the hallway by the arm and Pete's already unzipping his hoodie. Frankie manages to contain her laughter until she and Gee are alone in the kitchen.
"Your brother is kind of a slut," she says, her huge smile taking any sting out of the words.
Some tiny thread of sibling loyalty makes Gee say, "How do you know it doesn't run in the family?" tilting her head and peering at Frankie from under her eyelashes.
"Um, yeah, no," Frankie giggles. "If you rated anywhere near Mikey on the slut scale, you would totally have noticed me hitting on you this past week."
Gee's brow furrows. "You were hitting on me?"
Frankie rolls her eyes. "Oh my god, I made you a mix tape, Gee. That's fucking old school wooing right there. If you didn't click to that, I was gonna have to sit outside your house with a boom box."
"Oh fuck you. I thought we were bonding. I thought you were trying to impress your boyfriend's sister."
Frankie sidles closer, suddenly right up in Gee's space and Gee's breath catches in her throat. "Okay, so here's a clue," Frankie says, slipping a hand up Gee's arm, trailing fingertips sending goosebumps all up her arm, "This is me, telling you Miss Way, that I think you're pretty amazing." She leans in, pressing up on her toes, until she's so close Gee can feel her breath on her lips. "And if you don't have any objections, I'm going to kiss you now."
Gee licks her lips and lets her eyes flutter closed. Frankie's lips are so close she can almost taste them already and she wants, God she wants.
Frankie leans back a little, quirking an eyebrow at Gee. "No objections?" Her lips curl up into a smirk and Gee wants to smack the smile right off her face. She doesn't, she kisses her instead, finally getting her mouth back on Frankie's. Frankie grabs a handful of Gee's hair and kisses back hard, pushing herself up against Gee, devouring her mouth with swift licks and soft bites.
It's so good. Frankie knows how to give just a little pain with the pleasure. Her fingers run gently over Gee's arms and back, her guitar callouses catching on skin, just a touch of rough, just enough. Gee doesn't even notice she's backing up, moving as Frankie presses her back until the fridge door is cool against her back, bottles inside jiggling musically as their bodies make impact. A few fridge magnets fall to the floor and Gee's dimly aware that they should probably move this out of the kitchen, but Frankie's mouth is too close, too insistent, she can't think about anything else right now.
They move against each other, Frankie's hands all over Gee's back, Gee's in Frankie's hair, so soft under her fingers. Their lips move wet against each other's and Frankie makes these amazing throaty noises as she gets into it. Gee can't get enough.
It isn't until Frankie's hands start to slip lower, until rough-tipped fingers dip under the waistband of Gee's jeans, tracing down her lower back and sliding over the curve of the top of her ass that Gee really starts to think yeah, okay, this probably isn't kitchen activity.
It's hard, but Gee manages to break the kiss, panting.
"Um," she says, so eloquently.
"Um?" Frankie mimics Gee's tone, turning it into a question.
Gee closes her eyes, her face starting to flush before she even gets the words out. "You want to come downstairs?"
"Downstairs?" Frankie asks, "like, where your bed is?"
"Yeah, down there," Gee says, her voice so low it doesn't even sound like her own.
Frankie's fingers pass lightly over the curve of Gee's eyebrow, and Gee opens her eyes to Frankie's smile. "Fuck yeah, I do."
Gee snorts out a laugh, loud, honking and embarrassing, but Frankie just giggles along with her, shoving her towards the stairs. Gee's not nervous, she isn't. Except for how she's never really done much more than kissing with a girl and she has no idea how to do this. It's cool, it's cool, she promises herself, she can figure it out. They're working with the same equipment, or whatever. She's so distracted by her own predictions of failure she nearly falls down the last two stairs.
Frankie catches her arm, steadying her, "Careful. There's probably someone out there with a fetish for broken legs, but I can tell you it isn't me."
Gee smiles, because she can't think of a witty rejoinder, and palms a handful of hair back from her face, closing the door behind them.
"So," she starts, and immediately loses the rest.
"So," Frankie says, and kisses her, deep and long and hard, until Gee's breathless and the hot melt starts up between her legs again. Frankie's palms are warm against her cheeks, her chest shifting against Gee's on every breath. Gee hangs on to Frankie's waist and kisses back with everything she's got, losing herself in Frankie's mouth, her taste.
When Frankie breaks the kiss her lips are wet and a little swollen; she regards Gee with hazy eyes. "Bed?" she asks, sounding so hopeful Gee snorts out a laugh.
"Yeah, okay," Gee agrees, because she can't, not. Frankie backs them up, until the backs of Gee's knees touch the mattress and she flops down onto it. Frankie climbs into her lap and presses her onto her back, using her slight weight to press Gee down into the covers. She doesn't stop kissing Gee, robbing her of any brain capacity for nervous thoughts.
It's good. Fuck, so good. Gee lets herself forget everything that isn't Frankie's weight on top of her, the slide of her lips, the touch of her tongue to her own. Frankie's all motion, her hands roving Gee's skin, rocking her body against Gee's until their legs scissor and their hips align and then -
"Fuck, that's it," Gee whispers as Frankie's thigh slides between hers and they just fit. Frankie grinds down on her and Gee's groan bubbles between their lips as she gets pressure right where she wants it. She arches under Frankie, sliding her hands up Frankie's back, slipping under her shirt to trace over the tattoos she knows are there.
Fuck, Frankie's tattoos. She tugs the hem of Frankie' shirt up, exposing her soft stomach, little birds winking at her. "Show me all of them," Gee says, suddenly bold, her need outweighing any embarrassment.
Frankie grins at her, but thankfully she doesn't tease. She sits up and pulls her shirt off, tossing it aside with a smile. Gee can't concentrate any further because suddenly there's all this ink on show and Gee needs to trace her fingers over it; follow the lines of the word "And" across Frankie's belly, flatten her palms over the two swallows on either side. Gee's fingers trace upwards to where a heart-shaped design peeks out from the cup of Frankie's bra. Gee pulls fabric away without even thinking about it, just needing to see what's underneath. It doesn't occur to her until afterwards that she's jumped ahead a whole base, her fingers hesitating over the curve of Frankie's petite breast.
Frankie doesn't call her on it, thank god. She just yanks her other bra strap down, unhooking it at the back with a one-handed flick so it falls away. Gee's breath rushes out of her lungs. She's not just looking at the tattoos anymore, now she can see all the skin in between. Her eyes rove over Frankie's tits, the dip between them, the soft curve of her stomach, the jut of her collar bone. She traces her fingers hesitantly up Frankie's full sleeve.
"You're beautiful," she can't help blurting out, awe in her voice.
Frankie chuckles, "You are."
Gee's head shake is automatic. She knows she's not beautiful - cute maybe, but that's all.
Frankie's fingers are gentle on Gee's cheek, tilting her head up until their eyes meet., "You don't get it, do you?" Frankie asks, her brow furrowed in confusion. "You really don't see it."
"See what?" Gee asks, a little afraid of the answer.
Frankie rests warm hands on Gee's shoulders, pressing her down onto her back again and leaning up over her, her crazy hair sticking out everywhere. "You're fucking gorgeous, Gee. You really don't see it?"
Gee turns her face away, pressing her too-hot cheek into the pillow, unable to meet Frankie's eyes. Frankie doesn't push it; she reaches for Gee's shirt instead, pushing it up under her armpits and trailing her hands over all Gee's naked skin. Gee's breath comes in pants. She feels so exposed, but Frankie's fingers don't shy away from the soft curve of her belly, the crease mark above it. Frankie's fingers trace up Gee's arms, tickling lightly and Gee squirms on the bed. Frankie chases her fingers with her mouth, painting a warm wet line up the inside of Gee's arm.
When her mouth gets to Gee's neck, Frankie settles her weight over Gee's, her breath cooling the damp skin over her collarbone and making Gee shiver. "You're gorgeous, Gee. So fucking gorgeous. Especially like this." Frankie's voice is a hot whisper, her hands falling to rest on Gee's hips, her thumb slipping under the waistband of Gee's jeans. "Do you have any idea what you look like right now?"
Gee gives a tiny headshake. She's having a hard time concentrating on Frankie's words, her focus stolen by Frankie's fingers, exploring lower and lower. "Frankie, Frankie…" she whispers, not sure what she wants, just that she wants.
Frankie's hand slides over the top of Gee's jeans, pressing heavy over her cunt through the denim and cotton. Gee groans low in the back of her throat, unable stop herself from pushing up into the touch. Frankie mouths behind Gee's ear, hot and wet as she grinds her palm down. Gee starts to whine. She's hot all over, her skin prickling with sweat under her clothes. She can't help feeling like if she doesn't concentrate right now she's going to float right out of her body.
"Fuck, Gee," Frankie pants, and the pressure on Gee's cunt disappears as she starts tugging Gee's belt open. Gee's past caring what she looks like, she just wants Frankie's hands on her, wants to touch her too. Gee slides her palms up Frankie's back, around her sides to cup her breasts. Frankie swears, "Fuck Gee, yes… yes touch me. More of that." The words press warm against Gee's neck as Gee shapes Frankie's tits, her nipples hard against Gee's palms.
Frankie doesn't stop moving, rolling and grinding down on Gee, panting against her neck, her hands still struggling with Gee's button fly. When she finally gets the buttons open there's a rush of cool air against Gee's hot skin, the sensation chased away as Frankie gets her hand inside. She doesn't hesitate, she just fucking goes for it, sliding her hand into Gee's underwear and covering Gee's cunt with her fingers. Gee's face heats up, god she's so wet and Frankie must feel it, all over her fingers.
Frankie lets out a long breath, sliding her fingers over Gee's slick folds and whispering, "Yeah, fuck babe, so fucking wet."
"Jesus Frankie," Gee's flushed, desperate and she can't stop moving, can't stop pushing down against Frankie's fingers. It's so good. It just feels so good. "Frankie," she whispers, like a prayer, and turns her head to find Frankie's mouth. They kiss, wet and messy, all tongue and teeth as Frankie finds a rhythm with her fingers. Gee's so turned on she can smell herself; can hear the wet sounds as Frankie's fingers move on her cunt. Gee wants to touch too, wants to make Frankie feel like this, but there's a malfunction between her brain and her hands, and all she can do is keep touching Frankie's tits, keep kissing her until they're both breathless.
In the end, Frankie makes it happen; she gets her own belt and jeans open one-handed, never losing her rhythm on Gee's cunt the whole time. This is why Frankie's so good on the guitar, Gee thinks, it's the way she can move both hands independently, something that's beyond Gee; why she'll never be able to play guitar worth a damn when Frankie can give Gee goosebumps with a single solo.
Frankie doesn't try to be smooth, or elegant, she just gets her jeans open and shoves them down. The curve of her ass is pale, and it's strange, Gee thinks, to see such a large swathe of skin on Frankie's body that doesn't have any ink on it. Then Gee's gaze skitters lower, to the tuft of dark brown hair between Frankie's legs and Gee moans, a shock of pure want arrowing through her.
She hasn't gone this far before with another girl. With Lindsey it didn't even get below the waist before it all fell apart and the prospect that she's about to do just that, but with Frankie this time, is thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. She doesn't let herself freak out, she just slides her hands down Frankie's body. Down over Frankie's ribs, fingertips trailing over the soft skin over her belly, anointing the heads of the swallows on their journey down. When she sinks her finger between Frankie's legs, she so, so hot. So wet. So slick Gee can't really feel what she's doing, but she doesn't stop. She circles her finger lower, dipping into the wetness, slicking her fingers with it. Frankie moans and tosses her head, rolling her hips against Gee's hand, shoving against it until all Gee can do is try to hold her hand steady while Frankie writhes on her.
She's so uninhibited, so free, just taking what she wants, no embarrassment and no apologies. It's mind blowing. It's white hot. Gee wants to be like that. She's not sure if she ever can.
"Frankie," she whispers. "Frankie, I…"
Frankie's next moan somehow sounds like a question.
"I just," Gee stumbles, because Frankie's thumbing her clit now, putting more pressure behind every slick stroke and it's stealing Gee's concentration. "I just, I might not be very good at this. I haven't really, um… done this before, um, like, with a girl." Gee's face is on fire, her skin burning right to the tops of her ears.
She waits for some kind of reaction from Frankie, some change in the status quo, but there isn't one. Frankie's still grinding on her hand, still picking Gee apart with her own steady touches. The smell of sex is warm and present in the air between them.
"I like what you're doing so far," Frankie says, her voice all breathy and throaty and fucking sex. Frankie trails her lips across Gee's cheek and whispers right near her ear, "so far you're doing really fucking well, babe."
Gee's breath comes out in a relieved rush, smiling. She can feel Frankie's answering grin pressed into her cheek for just a moment, before Frankie slides down her body, settling between her legs where Gee can't reach her any more. It clicks into Gee's brain what Frankie's about to do a moment before she opens her mouth over Gee's cunt and just breathes, making Gee gasp and tremble, her body flushing with heat, her pussy tingling under the warm rush of air.
Gee groans out a broken noise, pressing her wet fingers into her mouth and tasting Frankie's salt and musk as Frankie starts to lick. She slides her tongue over Gee's clit and tickles underneath it until Gee's grasping at her hair, her hips rocking up off the bed against Frankie's mouth.
"Oh god, oh fucking god, Frankie." The words are garbled against her fingers. She's squirming so much Frankie grabs her hips and holds her down, just fucking devouring her with skilful licks and strokes until Gee's sure her spine is dissolving.
"Fuck. Jesus, Frankie fuck," she cries, writhing on the bed. Frankie's good at this, so fucking good at this. Gee can already feel her orgasm trembling in her belly, every movement of Frankie's lips and tongue intent on shaking it loose.
When Frankie opens her mouth over Gee's clit and sucks, Gee can't contain herself. She groans and pants, fists her hands in Frankie's two-tone hair, swearing, and muttering endearments, unable to fucking shut up. Frankie's harsh breaths bounce off Gee's belly, cool air against her hot skin as Frankie drives her out of her fucking mind.
Just when Gee's nearly ready to beg, to plead though she's not entirely sure what she wants, Frankie pulls off with a wet noise, replacing her mouth with her fingers. "So pretty," she says breathlessly, "So fucking pretty, baby."
Gee looks down to where Frankie's nestled between her legs, stroking her with strong fingers, her entire focus on Gee's pussy and it's so… god, she just feels so exposed, so vulnerable. Frankie's seeing parts of her Gee hasn't even seen properly, and from what Gee can tell, she really fucking likes the view.
"So pretty babe," Frankie says, circling her fingers around Gee's clit until she trembles and gasps. "You don't know, do you? You have no idea how good you look like this." She presses down on Gee's clit, and then up again just quickly and Gee throbs under her fingers, her hips pushing up off the bed.
"Oh fuck, Frankie," Gee says, desperate, pulsing under Frankie's hand now, god she wants, she wants. "Frankie, please,"
"Please, what?" Frankie pushes down with her thumb again, then keeps stroking and Gee nearly chokes on her tongue, "Tell me Gee, what do you want?"
"Oh god, Frankie anything, everything, just please don't stop, please-"
She doesn't even finish before Frankie's ducked her head, sucking hard and rhythmic on Gee's clit until she's panting and moaning, her breaths uneven and staccato, her toes curling into the sheets. God, Frankie is just undoing her, licking and sucking until Gee's arching off the bed, finger dug into Frankie's hair, moaning nonstop and trying not to shove her cunt into Frankie's face, fuck her mouth, and she's not really sure she's succeeding.
Gee's moans keep getting higher in pitch, and Frankie's not letting up, not slowing her assault at all, sucking and stroking with her tongue, and then… then she's stroking at Gee's opening, sliding just the tips of her fingers inside until Gee's fucking herself down on them, unable to hold back, just needing everything, anything to get her closer, to get her there.
She groans higher and louder, her body bowing up off the bed as Frankie plays her like an instrument, her fingers and tongue working in concert until Gee's pulsing underneath her, babbling and bucking and then fuck - fuck. She comes, twitching and bucking under Frankie's hands, trying to squirm away when it gets too much, but Frankie won't let her. She holds tight to Gee's hips and keeps working her tongue on Gee's clit until she's nearly delirious, riding out spasm after spasm until she's a sweaty giggling mess, swatting at Frankie's head lightly to make her back off. It's just… god, so much.
She has to lie on the bed in a starfish and breathe for what feels like way too long before her brain finally comes back online again.
When she comes back down to earth, Frankie's lying beside her, her eyes on Gee's face and her chin propped on her fist. She's smiling. "Hey," she says, looking smug. "Welcome back."
Words are too hard, so Gee sighs a happy noise that turns into a giggle halfway out. She feels light and bubbly, little aftershocks twitching her cunt. Frankie just watches her, her face alight with the most gorgeous smile and god, Gee's so gone for her right now. She pries her limp arm off the mattress, reaching over to trail her fingertips over Frankie's skin, tracing the lines of ink. Frankie's skin is hot to touch and she pulls in a shaky breath, her body arching up just slightly towards Gee's hand.
Gee trails her hand downwards, letting her fingernails play against Frankie's skin scratching lightly until Frankie sucks in another breath. As she skates her hand down further she lets herself look her fill, taking in Frankie's skin, so pale in contrast to the dark ink of her tattoos. "I want to do that for you," she tells Frankie, as her fingers slide lower, over the coarse thatch of hair, slipping down between Frankie's legs until she can sink her fingers between her folds, feel her heat, her wetness.
"Don't feel like you have to," Frankie says, the catch in her voice betraying her light tone. "But I'm not going to say no," she adds, a little growl in her voice as Gee dips her finger, slicking it up, and stroking up over Frankie's clit. Frankie sighs and wriggles down, settling in. Gee rolls closer to her, leaning in to take her mouth in a lazy kiss. Frankie's lips taste like pussy - salt and musk - and Gee likes it so fucking much.
They kiss, wet and slow as Gee keeps touching Frankie, moving her fingers until there's a hitch in Frankie's breath, and she squirms against Gee, rocking down on her hand. Frankie breaks the kiss, her breath panting hot against Gee's cheek. "Fuck yeah, Gee, so fucking good." Her voice is throaty and shot and god, Gee loves her like this. She's so undone. She can't stop moving, her hands sliding over every part of Gee she can reach.
She pants shaky breaths when Gee slides down the bed, painting a winding line down Frankie's body with her tongue as she makes her way down. Frankie's hands are in Gee's hair before she’s even halfway there, easing her legs open and Gee has to stop for a moment just to look because god, what a view. She presses a kiss to Frankie's inner thigh, and skates her lips upward slowly, so slowly.
"Gee, c'mon," Frankie says, and it's breathless and desperate. Gee has to just look for a moment, sliding her thumb over Frankie's clit and pulling up, her eyes drinking in the shiny pink folds of Frankie's pussy, and she's so fucking pretty even down here.
"God, Frankie," Gee whispers. "So pretty." She circles her thumb around Frankie's clit and Frankie's hips push up off the bed, pushing her moist cunt against Gee's palm.
"Gee, c'mon," Frankie says again, more desperate this time. "Don't fucking tease."
Gee doesn't mean to tease, she doesn't. She's just… figuring out how to do this. She wants to, fuck she really wants to, but she doesn't want to fuck it up either. "I'm not, I just," she says, circling her thumb down to dip into Frankie's wetness and smear it up over her clit, Frankie's skin warm and slick under her fingers. "I want to make it good."
"You are," Frankie says immediately, her fingers brushing through Gee's hair. She pushes up into Gee's hand again, her thighs flexing. "Just keep going, please, please keep going."
Frankie sounds so desperate, Gee has to move. She slides her thumb up over Frankie's clit and holds, making her clit stick out. Gee dips her head and licks a stripe over it, tasting Frankie from the source for the first time and the taste is new and yet somehow familiar. Frankie whispers, "Yeah, fuck, just like that," and if Gee wasn't concentrating so hard on what she's doing with her mouth she'd probably smile.
Instead, she stiffens her tongue and keeps licking, stroking up under Frankie's clit, her tongue dipping into Frankie's heat each time she goes back down and works her way up again. She concentrates on finding a rhythm, her entire focus on Frankie. Her scent fills Gee's nose, her heat and taste flooding Gee's mouth.
Frankie can't keep still. She keeps rocking up under Gee, writhing against her and it makes Gee want to squirm against the bed. She's so into it, so responsive and all Gee can think is that she's doing this, she's making Frankie react this way. It's addictive, the coil of heat that shoots down her body then, and she's pushing closer without even thinking about it, until her nose is pushing into Frankie's pubic hair and she's sucking lightly on Frankie's clit.
Frankie's body stiffens and she lets out a loud groan. "Yeah, oh god yes, that, that," she keens. Gee sucks harder, wanting to hear more of Frankie's noises, more of her words. Frankie hitches one of her thighs up over Gee's shoulder, and it changes the angle, opening her up more and forcing Gee's head even closer to Frankie's pussy. Frankie's foot presses between Gee's shoulder blades, like she's holding Gee to it and fuck, Gee likes that.
Gee glances up through her lashes and Frankie looks… amazing. The shine of sweat on her skin makes every line of ink on her body stand out crisp and sharp. Her eyes are half closed, a red stain on her cheeks, her mouth loose and open as she breathes her way through Gee's ministrations. Her nipples are hard and she's got one hand over one of them, thumb moving absently, her other hand locked in Gee's hair. Her fingers tighten as Gee quickens the rhythm of her strokes.
"Gee, just, fuck, put your fingers inside me, please," Frankie says, her voice shot with need.
Gee has to press her legs together and squeeze, the words making her own cunt pulse. She trails her fingertips from Frankie's hip, down over her belly, to slide in between Frankie's legs. She strokes gentle fingertips at Frankie's opening as she sucks Frankie's clit and Frankie makes a strangled noise and grinds her pussy into Gee's face. She keens Gee's name, and please, and yes, over and over and Gee's nearly shaking with how turned on she is.
Gee slides two fingers slowly into Frankie's cunt, and she's so hot, so soft. When Gee sucks hard on Frankie's clit this time, she feels the hot clench around her fingers. Gee moans into Frankie's skin, slipping her fingers in and out in rhythm with her mouth. Frankie's not shy in her reactions, grabbing Gee's head, humping her face, growling and writhing on the bed. Gee has to work hard to keep her lips where she wants them, as Frankie's hips move sharper, faster, more staccato. She's getting closer, the trembling pulses around Gee's fingers getting stronger and more frequent, and Gee almost feels like it's her orgasm she's working towards, willing along.
"Gee, fuck, fuck," Frankie pants, her thighs tightening around Gee's head. Gee concentrates on keeping her rhythm, breathing through her nose and trying not to lose her groove. Frankie gasps and goes still, fingers painfully tight in Gee's hair. Gee swipes her tongue once more, and Frankie comes undone, clenching around Gee's fingers and bucking against her face violently. She swears and moans, her body jack-knifing upright and nearly tipping Gee right off the bed.
Gee rides it out, holding tight to Frankie's hip with her free hand, and not easing off. She works Frankie's clit, feeling it tremble under her tongue as Frankie slick flesh grips her fingers, and god, it's fucking intense. It's like she's coming herself, and she moans into Frankie's skin, sucking in air through her nose and Frankie's all she can smell.
Frankie whines, cooing Gee's name, gasping in rough breaths. "Oh god, oh fuck," she says, shaking under Gee's hands, her thighs squeezing Gee's face. Gee doesn't stop until Frankie yanks on Gee's hair pulling her head up roughly. Gee comes up for air, licking her lips and slipping her fingers from Frankie's body. They're wet and shiny with Frankie's juices and she shoves them in her mouth, licking them clean.
Frankie watches her, her eyes blown and heavy as they dart between Gee's hand and mouth. Then she fits her hand to the back of Gee's head and pulls her in for a kiss, long and wet and tasting of pussy. Frankie licks into Gee's mouth and sucks on her tongue, like she's trying to find every last trace of her flavour in Gee's mouth. When they break apart they're both breathless and Gee's uncomfortably aware that she's made a wet spot where she's siting on the bed, but she can't bring herself to care.
Frankie wraps her arm around Gee's shoulders, pulling her down on top of her as she flops back onto the bed. Gee goes with it, until they wind up in a sweaty tangle, Gee's face nestled into Frankie's neck.
"What were you saying about that maybe not being any good?" Frankie asks, light and breathless.
Gee giggles, pressing her face into Frankie's skin. "So, I did all right?" she asks, trying to keep her voice casual.
"You'll do," Frankie says, tightening her arms around Gee and brushing her lips across Gee's forehead. "I'm keeping you," she tells Gee, decisively, stroking her fingers lightly through Gee's hair. Gee wriggles in her embrace, trying to get impossibly closer. She lifts her head and Frankie meets her mouth in a kiss that leads to a second and a third, no urgency to it, just lazy and wet and gorgeous.
At least, it is until Frankie rolls Gee over onto her back and slides a hand down Gee's body to her cunt, stroking lightly over her lips. "Fuck, you're still so wet," she says, slicking her fingers with it and rubbing lightly over Gee's clit.
Gee groans and pushes up into the touch, ignoring the hot flush in her cheeks as she tells Frankie, "your fault," with a breathless shudder as Frankie keeps touching her.
"Yeah? I did that?" Frankie teases, her face just above Gee's, watching her closely as she keeps going. Gee can't hide her reactions, not when she's being studied this closely, so she doesn't try to. She bites her lip and breathes, letting Frankie hear the whine in her voice, letting her body arch up to Frankie's touch.
"Fuck, you've got another one in you, don't you?" Frankie whispers, sounding delighted and turned on.
Gee's not sure if she can speak, so she just nods. That's all the signal Frankie needs to keep going. She leans up on one elbow and settles over Gee while she circles Gee's clit with knowing fingers. Gee's breath catches and she licks her lips, tasting both of them. Frankie's so close, watching Gee carefully as her hand moves, seeing every reaction, every flutter of Gee's eyelids.
The warm ache is there, building slowly. "This might take a while," she warns Frankie, because Gee's cunt can sometimes be hard work.
"I'm in no rush," Frankie says, her mouth quirking up at the side as she leans her head down, her mouth close to Gee's ear. "I like touching you, Gee. I could do this for a really long time."
"You might have to," Gee groans, letting her legs fall open wider. Her hips hitch up toward Frankie's hand, betraying how she wants more pressure, but Frankie keeps it light, too light.
"Frankie," Gee whispers, "more, please," and she doesn't even try to hide the desperation in her voice.
Frankie grins, and fuck she was totally keeping it light on purpose. She shifts her hand to thumb Gee's clit with deliberate pressure, the guitar calluses on her fingers rough in just the right way. Gee whines and pushes into her hand; she's so fucking good at this.
"Like this?" Frankie asks, too smug but Gee answers "yes" immediately, because fuck, it's already building again, faster than she would've thought. She arches up to kiss Frankie and Frankie kisses back immediately, stroking her tongue into Gee's mouth in time with her fingers on Gee's clit. It gets faster and messier from there. Frankie's tongue laps at Gee's lips and she pants sharp breaths against Gee's mouth, her fingers never losing rhythm, pushing Gee closer, higher.
"Frankie, Frankie," Gee moans, her voice going up in pitch with each breath. Fuck, she's close, so close she can taste it. She bucks into Frankie's hand, her pussy starting to pulse. Frankie leans up then, separating their faces just enough that she can watch Gee intently.
It's almost too much, Gee wants to look away, hide her face, but she doesn't. Frankie watches her, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her hair a sweaty mess and her eyes dark and focused. It sends a thrill through Gee that has nothing to do with what's happening to her body and everything to do with the girl above her, the way Frankie makes her feel, precious, desired, beautiful.
Gee lets out a sharp breath only to gasp in another one, her eyes locking with Frankie's, tying a thread between them. When Frankie says, "C'mon Gee, show me," Gee's eyes flutter, but they don't close. Then Frankie speeds her hand just a little more, slick noises mingling with their harsh breathing as her fingers stroke Gee's orgasm loose.
It hits her hard. Her pussy clenches, her hips buck, her mouth drops open in gasping groan as pleasure spikes through her. She doesn't shut her eyes or turn away from Frankie, letting Frankie see every stupid face she pulls, every noise she makes loud between them as she gasps and comes so hard she shakes with it. Frankie doesn't take her eyes off her the whole time.
"Oh fuck yes, yes," Frankie mutters, slowing her strokes but not stopping. She kisses Gee, messy and wet and all Gee can do is hold on, wrap her arms around Frankie's back and ride it out as long as she can take while Frankie milks every last drop from her, leaving Gee a shaking, twitching mess.
In the end Gee has to reach between their bodies and tug Frankie's wrist to make her stop. She's light-headed and soaked with sweat, her bloodstream fired with adrenaline. She feels high and slightly hysterical.
She flops her arms out onto the bed, feeling the weight of them. "Fuck, Frankie," she says, rolling her head to the side to meet Frankie's eyes. "You're fucking good at that."
Frankie grins, pushing her shiny-wet talented fingers into her mouth and licking them clean. "What can I say? I am the pussy master."
Gee can't help it, she cracks up, giggles bubbling out of her loose and free. "And so humble too," she adds with a snort.
"I don't hear you complaining," Frankie says, trailing her hands over Gee's chest, painting lines across her skin with damp fingers.
"That's because I'm not," Gee says, leaning up to catch Frankie's mouth in a quick kiss. "Complaining, that is," she adds, covering Frankie's hand with her own and interlocking their fingers. "Just in case you were wondering."
It makes Frankie smile, and Gee wants to keep doing that for a long time.
*
It's well into the early hours of the morning before they get any actual sleep. It's not that there's a plan to try and stay awake forever, it's just that Frankie's right there, all naked and gorgeous and kissable and it doesn't seem to matter how innocent or brief the kisses start, they get deeper, until there's grinding and touching and eventually orgasms. Gee suspects Frankie might be keeping some kind of tally of who's giving who the most orgasms and she wants to stay ahead of the game. Gee doesn't actually have enough brain cells to keep numbers in her head right now.
Eventually, exhaustion wins out. They both reek of sex and Gee's limbs are like jelly. They don't even make it under the covers, Gee just grabs the side of the comforter they're not lying on and folds it over them.
"Like a taco," she says absently.
"Hmm?" Frankie's hums into Gee's neck, spooned up behind her.
"It's like we're in a giant taco," Gee says, tugging on the covers before laying her hands back down on Frankie's arms where they're wrapped around her.
Frankie smothers a giggle into Gee's shoulder. "You make the best pillow talk."
"Oh my god, shut up," Gee groans. "You can't expect me to make sense right now, I'm pretty sure I lost a few IQ points through all the fucking."
"Uh oh," Frankie says, rubbing her nose against Gee's shoulder. "Now you'll never be a neuroscientist." She drops a kiss behind Gee's ear, "It's a good thing you're pretty."
Gee's face gets warm, which is ridiculous. She's had her tongue inside Frankie's cunt and yet this is what makes her blush? She's so weird.
"I'm so weird," she tells Frankie, because apparently all the orgasms broke the filter between her brain and her mouth. She winces and pushes her face into the pillow.
Frankie just hums and tightens her arms around Gee. "It's cool. I like weird."
Gee grins into the pillow. It's totally the right answer.
*
Epilogue
The Richmond High School Prom fucking goes off. A band that look an awful lot like P.S. Don't Write but who call themselves Pencey Prep play to a bunch of teenagers who somehow seem to enjoy covers of Joan Jett and The Bangles even though they probably weren't born when the originals were released.
Their lead singer has a two-tone mohawk and an attitude, but she doesn't actually swear in front of the audience the entire set, though she does flip them off a couple of times. She's wearing a pink taffeta prom dress that dates back to the eighties and a pair of army boots with purple laces. She's on fucking fire and Gee can't take her eyes off her.
When the band leave the stage and the DJ takes over, Frankie comes to find Gee. Her dress is falling off one shoulder, showing her black bra strap. Her hair is sweat-damp and sticking out sideways and her makeup is smeared. She looks fucking gorgeous,
"You look ridiculous." Gee tells her, because the dress they dug out the back of the thrift shop has some serious ruffles.
"So do you." Frankie says with a grin, and Gee tugs at the neckline of her own lurid purple taffeta number. Whatever, it was two for ten bucks at the thrift shop and it has a giant bow on it that Gee has maybe gotten a little too attached to.
"We're a matched set then." Frankie says, and grabs Gee by the arm, pulling her behind a decorative stand and kissing her thoroughly. She tastes like sweat and she's all fired up from playing, so it's far from gentle but it's fucking good.
When they finally break apart, Gee's lipstick is smeared on Frankie's mouth and her eyes are glowing with mischief. She hitches up her skirt and pulls a hip flask out of her boot, wiggling it at Gee, "Want to go get drunk and make out on the football field?"
"Classy." Gee says, but her mouth is already tugging into a telling grin.
Frankie shrugs, "I'm a classy kind of girl. You in?" She sticks out her hand and Gee takes it. She gets stuck for a moment, looking at Frankie's tattooed fingers entwined with hers.
She looks up at Frankie and smiles. "Of course. I thought you'd never ask."
*
When the proofs from the Richmond High School prom go up on the school website, there's one photo amidst the many shots of teenagers posing awkwardly in hired suits and dresses that stands out.
Two girls in ridiculous taffeta dresses, looking rumpled and wearing huge smiles.
~end