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[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.

[Like hell he is going to just stick to kisses. Once he is close enough, he slathers her other breast in attention. Licks over and around until he can find her nipple to suckle. Soft, deep pulls. Tasting her skin. Eyes shut and he doesn't have to exaggerate the moan that rumbles through him and into her body. Being intimate comes so natural with them. The same as talking, as kissing.

Surely she realizes that, right? The whole sense of rightness about it.]

[ Her hands move back to brace on the countertop as she arches her chest to him, letting out a louder moan at the way his tongue tastes her. The way his mouth pulls and suckles. It happens again, not caring how wanton she sounds in the process.

Karen knows she's never given into sex this easily. There was always an emotional distance between her and her partner. But with Frank... the ease they have in falling into each other like this, so eager to touch and taste. The desire for more, always more. Wanting to be apart of him, wanting him to be apart of her.

It was inescapable now. ]

Yes. More. Please.

[He lets go of her soft skin, a little pop at the release and he lifts his head. To kiss her sternum as he moves to the other side. It's more than just fooling around. Being able to be here with her in this moment, being honest for once. Frank gets it.]

We'll go to bed.

[Lips move as he speak to only to get drawn back in as he suckles.]

[ She lets out another loud moan as he leaves one nipple only to latch on to another. It feels so amazing and she's getting it, too. This was more than sex now. Maybe it was the first time around, too. She knows it had been to him.

This is their second chance to get it right. Her second chance.

The realization is almost as overwhelming as the pleasure he's causing to roll through her just with this. Breathlessly, head still rolled back, hands gripping at the counter, ]

Are you... sure we can... make it?

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[He can't rightly speak doing this. Though if he could, would his brain even work like that? A laugh rumbles through and he lets his mouth come loose with a soft wet noise. Before doing anything else he just flicks his tongue over the exposed, reddening nub. She feels good, she tastes good. Right now he'd do about anything to please her if it it meant keeping Karen confident that this is a good thing they have going on.]

I think we can, sweetheart.

[ She lets out something like a startled moan and laugh when he does that lick. She looks down at him, grinning wide and flushed with arousal and pleasure, ]

Now who's being the tease?

[Guilty smile and he lifts his face to her's.]

Okay, you. Let's do this the right way.

[Arms go around her and her bare flesh is pushed up against his shirt as he picks her up to carry her into his bedroom. It's a small place. Still nice. Private.]

[ Her arms and legs go around him again, just like before. But this time she spends the travel time between the kitchen and the bed kissing the side of his face, his neck, and giving nips to the ear she can reach. ]

[He moves faster than he had trying to get to the pizza-man. And the bedroom is farther. Frank sighs and kneels on the bed, gently laying Karen down. He kisses between her breasts and his hands slip to undo those tight, tight pants.]

[ Once her back is on the bed, her hands move to his hair, fingers threading through wavey black strands. Almost curls. ]

They're going to cut it all off, aren't they?

[ It's funny how she can't really imagine him without it. ]

[He kisses at her belly and his fingers are looped onto her waistband tugging them lower to her smooth thighs.]

...yeah. See though, the minute it gets cut it starts growing again.

[Frank smiles and leans on in to press his grin to the fabric of her panties.]

[ She starts giggling as he gets lower, the tingling and heat in her body seeming to spread anew. Her hands grip his hair when he's pressing his mouth between her legs, sounding breathless all over again, ]

Peachfuzz doesn't count. Still bald.

[Pulling down her panties he presses kisses along her hip bone, smiling up at her.]

I'm Italian. Peachfuzz will stop by noon.

[Lower, lower still until he can rumble her clothes on the floor. Since he's there he takes off his shirt.]

[ She laughs again, squirming some after she's naked to get up on the bed more. Laying there, watching him strip, she rubs her feet against his bedcovers, ]

What other Italian traits should I be aware of?

[ ~~She already knows of the one between his legs...~~ ]

Wanting to get you all healthy? Trying to get you to name our babies after relatives?

[Kidding for the most part but hot damn they're in a compromising situation so uh. Frank clears his throat and pulls the belt from his loops.]

I'll shout and raise my voice at the drop of a hat?

[ Karen laughs at it all because it sounds more like everything else she's heard but through were just stereotypes. ]

So it's true what they say about "hot-blooded Italians"?

[The point of it all was to make her laugh. And the success is really all that matters to Frank. He pulls off his belt and shucks down his jeans. Boxer briefs after.]

Yup. They love forever.

[ She's already spreading his legs for him, still watching him, ]

How do you know that?

I'm Italian.

[No, that's not an excuse or a reason. Just the only thing he has in his head. Frank kisses at Karen's knees and it's pretty clear where he's looking to settle here. Scooting up so far to rest his head between her thighs, legs hooked over his shoulders.]</small.

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