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[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.]

[ She takes another sip from her glass before walking over to where her tapes were. She sets the glass down to lift them up one by one, reading the side labels before finding one she liked. She goes over to her stereo and take out the tape already in there and puts the new one in.

She adjusts the volume before the music starts and then heads back over to her drink. ]

[There are quite a few to choose from and not all of them have jewel cases with recognizable artists. So he is interested to see what her selection will be. The steady grinding guitar with iconic rock vocals. It makes him smile.]

So you do know how to cut loose.

[He takes another drink.]

I thought inviting you back to my room was evidence enough of that.

[ She says before taking another sip of her own whiskey and then sets it down again before settling herself on his lap, straddling him before she's leaning in for another kiss. ]

[Frank's head tilts to one side looking up at her. Light catches hair in the prettiest way. When they kiss he really gets a full blown flavor of that whiskey.]

Some might accuse you of having a lapse of judgement.

[A joke, really he cups the back of her head and pulls her in for another kiss.]

[ She returns the next kiss, almost laughing into it. It's only after they part that she starts grinding down onto his lap some, ]

Pretty sure it's the other way around...

[A low, rumbling moan is pulled from him and he doesn't hesitate to grind right back and hold on to her hip. Maybe she can hear him from under the music. Maybe she can't. Frank doesn't mind.]

Nah. When I go with my gut... it never steers me wrong.

[Like asking a girl who insults him out to dinner. Frank cups the back of her head, fingers threading through her long, soft hair. He lightly sucks on her bottom lip.]

[ Oh, she heard him. It's what has her grinning down at him. She keeps up the grinding, resting her forehead against his after he lets go of her lip. ]

Is that what you did? Go with your gut? That led you here and not...

[ She grinds down on him a little harder, letting out her own moan because she's already wanting more than this friction. ]

I wouldn't be surprised if they conspired together.

[He has a gravel rough laugh for her as she guides them through another round. His fingers slip down to the outside of her thighs to smooth to her ass. There he holds onto her to press and grind up with just a few layers between them. It's a natural progression to slip his hands up into the back waistline of her jeans. Of course they're form fitting and tight with barely enough room for him to inch his fingers down to feel more skin.]

[ There are a few breathy sounds as he grinds up into her like that, her forehead pressed against his and eyes closed as she savors the sensation, like a prelude of what's to come. She can feel his fingers trying to slip into her jeans and it makes her grin, knowing he isn't going to have much luck. ]

You want me to take them off?

[He tries to stifle his own breathing just to be able to hear her better. Oh damn. The stiffness in his jeans will give her plenty to work with.]

Oh yeah.

[A chuckle because jeez that will get em going.]

[ She laughs softly before leaving his lap and shaking her hair back from her face and behind her shoulders. She undoes her jeans and shoves them off in front of him. Not pulling her panties off but they were pulled lower on her hips. Grinning at him as the next song came on, she pulls her shirt off too, leaving her bra on for the moment. ]

Now you, tough guy.

[ She steps out of her jeans and leaves the clothes on the floor before moving close enough to tug at his shirt. ]

[He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches her and scoots forward enough to help pull down her jeans, fingertips grazing her legs.]

Show and tell huh?

[Stupid, stupid joke he stands up and unbuttons. The zipper doesn't give him any trouble but the fit is really not as comfortable as it was when he was flaccid. Once the denim is off his hips he's tenting in his boxers. Frank kicks them off to pull off his shirt.]

Mostly show.

[ She hooks her fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers as she waits for him to remove his shirt. Once it's gone, she's grinning and leaning in to kiss his chest. Not the most muscled but he looks damn good to her. ]

[Both of his hands smooth over her hips and up her back as she comes on closer. Frank sighs and pushes back her hair though some still falls forward to slip over his skin. He's filling out well enough. A few more weeks of training and then boot camp for what they expect of him to be in fighting shape. Karen on the other hand is soft and lean. Fucking beautiful. His fingers now can freely slip back down, down to the back waistband of her panties and there's a good amount of ass to hold. And he starts to peel them away in kind.]

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