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Please do.

[To his words or literal holding. Frank is game. They make it to the complex in no time and he offers to hold her leftovers so she can buzz them into the building. It gives his hands something to do so that he behaves himself. Though his eyes are on Karen openly admiring the way she moves.]

[ She gives him a smirk before she holds the door open for him this time. Coming up behind him, she gives his butt a little smack as she passes him on her way to the elevator. ]

Chivalry isn't dead, huh?

[He nods his head to her and steps through. The spank has Frank freeze midstep. Audacious little minx. Gotta keep up with her. He retaliates with a long wolf whistle because truly, she's a sight.]

[ She giggles at the whistling, pressing the button for the elevator and even giving her hips a little sway as she walks inside ahead of him.

She leans her back against the wall of the cart after pressing for the right floor, arms folded behind her back. She knows if she doesn't, she'll do more than smack his bum. ]

[For the time being he can play just as nice and just as coy on the other end of the elevator with his hands full of their food. Frank can't cover or change his hungry eyes. And since this is going in one clear direction he doesn't try to fight the urge to lick his lips.]

What're the chances your roommates are in?

[ She looks up at the numbers flashing one by one, thinking, and then back to him, ]

Probably seventy-eighty percent chance they are still out? They wanted to go see some movies, go dancing. If they didn't decide to come back early, they'll be out till late.

There's a twenty two percent chance that all we will do is kiss one another breathless like we're between classes in high school. I'm alright with this.

[And she can have another one of his grins for her trouble.]

[ She grins back but shakes her head, ]

If I can deal with them bringing guys over, they can do the same for me.

[ A beat, ]

Unless you really are that shy...

Shy? [Looks one way and then the other way as though there might be another person with them.] Oh me. I'm not shy about these things.

Good.

[ And, as if on cue, the elevator dings and the doors open on her floor. She crooks her finger for him to follow her as she walks out. They are at the end of the hall so Frank will get a good eyeful of her bum as she walks down the hallway. She takes her keys out and unlocks the door before peaking in.

She waits for him before holding the door open again for him and then goes about checking the apartment for her roommates. They left the lamp on in the living room (as was customary when they were planning to all go out at night). Not in their rooms so, ]

Coast is clear.

[ She flicks on the light in the kitchen and ushers him over to put the food in the fridge. ]

Want some whiskey?

[And what a bum it is. He has to wait until he has his hands free. Until then, oh such looks. So many looks. Hanging back he takes in what details he can. The number of her apartment. Where it is. At her signal he follows after. It's a quaint place. Spacious enough for three. He places the things in what space is available.]

Oh you weren't kidding.

[He chuckles and leans against the fridge once it's closed.]

I was thinking of something a little sweeter.

[Since he has his hands free, Frank puts them on her waist and leans in to kiss his hostess.]

[ They keep the place clean for the most part but there are definitely signs of it being an apartment dominated by women. Not that she's going to give him much of a chance to look around at it, letting herself being pulled towards him and finally pressing her body against his as she kisses him more fully and passionately than before.

Her hands cup his face when they part, licking her lips, ]

You can still have that, too.

[Any place that is mostly clean with active, busy inhabitants is impressive. Frank isn't about to judge Karen by the scene alone by any means. He happily continues to kiss her soundly, the full length of her body fits to his so nicely. Pushing her into the counter top to rub up against.]

Then...whiskey will be nice.

[ With her butt pressed against the edge of the countertop, she rolls her hips forward to rub against him in return. Her fingers go into his hand and push him down for another kiss. ]

Good.

[It doesn't take a lot of persuading at all to reel him in for another kiss. Frank sucks in a breath and he rolls with her. Getting really enthusiastic here, Karen.]

[ It helps they are back in her home. She goes back to his bottom lip and gives it a suck along with a little nip. ]

Grab the bottle? I'll get the glasses.

[ And then lead him to her room. ]

[Kissing like this, practically feeling one another out through clothes was not going to happen while they were on the train.]

Sure thing.

[Frank pushes off to look around the kitchen before he finds their liquor stock. There we go. Mostly full bottle of whiskey.]

This your brand?

[ She licks her lips for a moment before doing the same, pushing away from the counter and retrieving the glasses from the cabinet. She nods, ]

It is. Managed to convert the others to it. Though they tend to stick to wine coolers mostly.

[ She's making her way to her room with the glasses in hand. ]

[A long sputtering raspberry is all he has to say for wine coolers. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. He takes her hand.]

Such a giving soul, helping the masses.

[The stroll to the room isn't long. The contents of the bottle slosh.]

[ That noise gets a loud laugh from her that almost makes her snort. The way he takes her hand is sweet and she gives it a squeeze as they go through her doorway. ]

We'll see if you still feel that way afterward.

[ She goes over to her bed to turn her lamp on and set the glasses down before going back to close the door. Just in case they decide to come back in the next hour. Her room is nice. Books everywhere, posters of movies she likes, countries she wants to go to. There's a stack of cassette tapes on her dresser, the stereo over on one of the smaller shelves. She quickly shoves her dirty clothes hamper into the closet and closes the doors to it. Her curtains and comforter are colorful with intricate India-like patterns on both. ]

Okay, okay.

[The room is unquestionably feminine. Seeing Karen stand in the place and move comfortably he can easily imagine her on the daily here. Frank sets his bottle close to her glasses. Moving forward after her, his hands trace down her arms, looking down into her face.]

How thirsty are you?

[ She stares at him for a moment before she laughs again, ]

Thirsty enough to take the first drink.

[ She moves around him to get to said bottle, intentionally bumping her hip into his as she passes. ]

Thanks, barkeep.

[He eases himself forward to sit on her bed. They did bring whiskey in here for God's sake. Frank lets his eyes wander around to her collection of music. It's a privilege to be here. How many sorry fucks didn't know what they were getting into with Karen?]

[ She opens the bottle and pours them both a glass, turning back to him in time to see him looking at her tapes. She takes a sip from her glass as she hands off his. ]

Want me to put some music on?

[ She's got a lot of mixtapes she's made. ]

[Movement brings his attention back to Karen. He takes the glass.]

Yeah.

[The whiskey is smooth with a bite. Fitting for her in every way.]

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