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[ She laughs at that, openly and without pause, surprising even herself. She shakes her head, ]

I said what if you meet someone else, wise guy!

But good to know your priorities.

Edited 2019-01-19 07:41 (UTC)

Pffftttt. Me? That wasn't even in my head. I don't--I don't see how I'd meet someone else I like as much as you.

[This would be eyerollingly cheesy if he wasn't so sure of himself.]

[ She purses her lips at that, about to call him out on it. But then she doesn't. Her expression softening again and she reaches forward to pull on the front of his shirt, pull him in close. Her legs move apart to give him the room and he's between them again. ]

You're something else, Frank Castle.

[Food is not interesting anymore. Anything that's not in direct relation to Karen has his attention as he welcomes her back close to him. Leaning in with eyes lightly shut. He'll initiate a kiss only because she didn't just go and leave the room in him for saying for the unnumbered time that he's going to be deployed and that he honestly, truly cares for her.

It's been a short amount of time. It's almost unfair how caught up they are. Except that's just how it is, isn't it?]

Hopefully something good, Karen Page.

Edited 2019-01-19 08:05 (UTC)

[ Running has been her answer for a long time now. Separating herself from pain, trying to move beyond and away from it. She didn't expect to find someone like Frank that she... feels such a pull towards. Like gravity and longing mixed in one. Even while a part of her still says there's nothing but pain down this road.

She returns the kiss and her lips brush his when she speaks. ]

Too good.

[ She kisses him this time, stopping herself from voicing how he's more good than she feels she deserves. ]

[How is it that he's too good? Just some guy. Really at the end of the day nothing great or remarkable. Just some so and so who is trying to find his way in life. He believes in his country and wants to do something to help. and while that might be the most conservative point of view he's also has a clear head about misogyny and injustice.

Their lips meet and he forgets his confusion because the way that her soft lips push against his, Frank feels himself falling all over again for the natural way Karen makes him feel. Fingers comb into her hair and he rubs at her thigh.]

[ He's more than that. Much more. At least from what she's seen so far. He treats her like she's special. Like there's no one else and they aren't even "official" yet.

Her tongue slips into his mouth and she tastes the pizza they were eating, the tang of sauce and herbs. The hand on his shirt rubs at his chest through the material before she's moving it downward and slipping it under to touch at the skin of his stomach. ]

[All that he is in this moment is a man so full of want for this woman. Not just sexual though that is rapidly coming to the foreground. Irony being he promised they didn't have to do anything. Ah well. He lightly cups the back of her head as he tilts his head to one side. The clothes she decided to wear for a night out are eye catching, and it is no contest to how her skin feels. Frank knows first hand and makes a soft noise as their tongues dance.]

[ She hadn't been planning to do any of this, either. She hadn't been planning to even talk to him again before tonight. But here they were, once again talking, once again kissing. They really couldn't stay away from each other, could they?

She had on tight black pants, the material soft, breathable, her top sleeveless and button-down. She hadn't felt attractive at all for weeks since breaking things off with Frank. Now, she just wanted to press herself against him and not stop. Her hands move to tug on the waistband of his jeans and she breaks the kiss to catch her breath.

Sounding as out of breath as she feels in that moment, ]

Sorry, I...

[ She hadn't planned on doing this again. She ducks her head, laughing softly, ]

We keep doing this.

[Rough fingers stroke down her arm before slipping around to dip his fingers into her back pocket.]

No, no. It's--it's cool. We're both are running hot.

[Frank laughs a little at himself and bites his lip.]

I wanna do right by you. We go around and around. I'm asking a lot. I know that if we can stick it through, we'd make something beautiful.

How do you know that?

[ Her grip on his pants doesn't change and she looks back up at him, half teasing and half really wanting to know. How can he be so sure of something like that? ]

I got this feeling, this voice in my head. I don't believe much in signs or fate. That's some corny bullshit. The same thing told me to move on out of the building and get myself a life in the city. If that wouldn't have happened, I wouldn't have met you.

[And their run in has been deep, profound. Frank gives her a small smile.]

Nothing involving you could be ugly, Karen.

[ She leans in enough to rest her forehead against his, ]

You say that now...

[ Her voice quieter when she adds, ]

I've done some pretty ugly things.

[The air is still charged. And while no, they're not writhing together or sucking face just being close to her heats his blood and body.]

I can handle whatever you throw at me.

[He's going to be a Marine after all.]

[ She leans in a fraction closer, her lips almost brushing his. ]

...what about my heart?

[So little space between them, when he speaks they brush close.] I'd keep it under lock and key and guard it as I would my own.

[He gives her rump a squeeze.]

[ She gives a little huff at the squeeze, but she's smiling, ]

You better.

[ Her hands move to undo his jeans and then the fly. She doesn't hesitate to slip one hand into his underwear to feel him again. It's been a while but she remembers how he feels in her hand. ]

[He'll take it. As long as she isn't trying to argue against them. Deep down he knows that being alone is not what she wants. She came with him. They were literally aching apart.]

What'll it take--?

[The air leaves his lungs and his hips roll up into her touch.]

[ She starts rubbing his cock before moving to grip him. She starts with the stroking, up and down, slow and purposeful, ]

You need to come back. And keep coming back.

To me.

[His mouth falls open and he's transfixed with the look on her face. Hips keep rolling and like they never stopped touching or pausing, he's hardening under her hold.]

I will--goddamn, I will each and every time.

[Two hands and he's got one in her pocket. The other pushes back her hair again and starts to work at the buttons of her top.]

That's when I'll know I can trust you with my heart.

[ But her hand doesn't stop, now working her thumb into rubbing the head. She only holds off a moment longer before she's pressing her mouth to his in a bruising kiss. It's her promise to him as much as he's making one to her. There's still a fear in that heart but she'll take a leap of faith for him the same way he's so certain they will work out together.

She'll use her free hand to move back up and help get her top off but he'll need to get her bra off. ]

I'll write. I'll call.

[As much as they'll allow. Though he is truly in a bind. It's not that he wouldn't tell her these things in and out of a lover's embrace. Sure as hell would right now. Their lips crash together. Frank shuts his eyes and lets himself drift away.

This is the right thing to do. Her shirt off and he's now devoted to removing her bra and leaning up to kiss at her neck. Her gorgeous hair cascading over his shoulders.]

[ She wants to believe him. A part of her does. The part that's fallen for him and fallen hard. She knows it now. Knows it in the way her whole body practically sings when in contact with his. She's never felt that way before with anyone else. Never wanted this much or felt such pain when being separated.

Karen tilts her head to offer him more of her neck, removing her hand from him only to get her bra off completely. Soft curves and pert nipples he already knows well exposed to him again. ]

[The only way she's going to believe that is if he puts his heart where his mouth is and say and do all he promised. To the letter. For now he just wants to stand in the mutual ground. They're attracted to one another. And that hasn't stopped. He lays off while he helps her slip her bra off. Now he can cup at her breast and kiss at her collarbone and sternum. Moans getting lost with her skin. Karen's nipple fits between his fingers as he kneads and rolls at the soft, soft skin.]

[ Her own breathy moans join his, her head rolling back as she pushes into his hands, feeling her hair brush against her now bare back. Her nipples tingled at the contact, the pleasure blooming from them almost painful. God, how much has she been wanting this again? Not just touch but his touch. She had tried to convince herself she'd never have it again, never need it again.

How wrong that was.

She moans again, starting to grind her sex against the countertop as she keeps pushing her breasts into his touch, encouraging it. ]

God. Frank.

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