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Just What I Needed - Chapter 26 Full version

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Word Count: 4192

Frank Woods x fem!Bell

p in v sex, vaginal fingering, angst (of course)

Author's Note: This is the full version of JWIN Ch 26 with all the smutty goodness. If you're not into that go to the main fic where it's edited out. You could probably read this as a standalone smut fic. Just know that these two have had sex before and a lot has happened between now and then. They're both people who have been put through the wringer and a lot of that is canon's fault not just mine!

Frank wouldn’t have said he was expecting it, but when Mila’s lips touched his he kissed her back. No hesitation on his part. He placed his hand over hers, holding her to his chest. He gently squeezed her hand, encouraging her. But whatever she wanted to do next was up to her. Frank didn’t want to risk pressuring her. Even without the drugs she was still vulnerable. And though his feelings about her were more complicated, he still found Mila attractive. If this was what she wanted he wouldn’t push her away.

Mila ran her other hand up his chest to settle on his good shoulder. She pressed into it, he realized for balance, as she threw a leg over his, settling over his thighs. Frank placed a hand on her waist to support her and she leaned into him. He could feel her soft breasts through her shirt - his shirt- as she kissed him again.

Frank squeezed her hip and ran circles around her skin with his thumb. He did like the way she kissed him. He wouldn’t have called it a desperate kiss, but there was something behind it, a hunger, a wanting. Wanting him? He could indulge in that thought, but it was more than that. A desire for a deeper human connection. To feel good for once after so much bad.

Frank allowed his hands to run up her back, under her shirt - his shirt- his fingers just brushing the rivers of scars that spread across her skin. She hadn’t exactly hidden them from him last time they were together, but he only saw them the morning after, when her back was turned to him as she lay sleeping. At the time, he wondered how she had got them. But even she hadn’t known then.

What story she would have told him if he had asked?

Had Adler put something in her head to explain them away? Then again had Adler expected anything to happen between her and another member of the team? It didn’t seem like it.

Would she have been confused? Said something that might have set alarm bells off in his brain that would have saved her? He thought about it often enough. It didn’t make sense to blame himself for what happened, but he was right there and he didn’t even notice that she was in trouble.

Mila’s tongue pushed past his lips knocking the thoughts right out of his head. His hands were still under her shirt -his shirt- and he had to resist the urge to lift it off her entirely.

She was calling the shots remember?

Frank slid his hands down her body and over her thighs, then back up again to settle over her ass. Her skin was so soft, it felt good under his rough hands. Hard to believe after months of hell that her skin could still feel like this. No matter what he did his own remained calloused and dry.

Mila made a little sound as he gave her ass a squeeze and tangled his fingers in her underwear. He felt anticipation build in the pit of his stomach as he waited to see what she would do next. Maybe she just wanted to kiss. Make out with him- no someone.

Kissing like this was underrated. He could stand to be patient and take it slow.

But she pressed her hips into him. And she pulled out of the kiss, leaning back and pinching the bottom of her shirt - his shirt- and in an instant it was off. It landed somewhere on the floor, he didn’t see where. Didn’t care.

“Oh, shit,” He breathed.

Frank found himself at eye level with her breasts. And he was staring. Caught up in their soft movements as Mila moved. He thought he heard Mila chuckle to herself. He caught the small grin on her face as she leaned forward again to kiss him. Those perfect nipples, hardening in the cold air, brushed against his bare chest sending a little thrill through him. Mila seemed to jolt herself, the sudden feeling of skin-to-skin contact must caught her a little off-guard. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Frank traced the tips of his fingers up her sides, her could feel her tense up just a little and he wondered if he should drop his hands. If that might be too much for her. His fingers lingered there as he traced the bottom of one breast with his thumb. She twitched at the touch, and he paused, but her hand found his and she lifted it to cup her breast. She dropped her hand and made a deep sound into his mouth as his thumb ran over her nipple. He liked the sound of that so he did it again, lazily running his thumb over the sensitive nub. Frank wondered when was the last time anyone touched her like this.

Was it him? Was he the last time?

Mila made another soft sound as he cupped her other breast. He liked the weight of her tits in his hands, the way they molded into them; how they were heavy and at the same time soft. He massaged them and continued to occasionally tease her nipples. She moaned as she kissed him again and rolled her hips into him, pressing herself firmly against his boxers. Frank could feel the tickle of heat rising up from his chest.

Mila pulled out of the kiss again and an involuntary moan of protest escaped his lips. She sat up so her breasts were in line with his face, again. Then she ran her fingers through her hair as if she was putting it up, but continued to rock her hips into him. Her tits gently bounced with every movement. Frank glanced up at her face and Mila was looking down at him. He was sure he detected a note of humor behind those brown eyes.

“Like what you see, Frank?” She teased him. Echoing something he had said to her months ago. Could have been a lifetime ago.

Fucking hell.

She knew what she was doing. And he knew what she wanted. He leaned forward kissing the rise of one breast. Then he dragged his tongue over her skin before flicking it over her nipple. She let out a short breath and her hands dropped, one to his shoulder, the other to the back of his neck. A soft tumble of hair fell around his face as she ducked her head. He felt her hot breath on his forehead.

Frank placed his mouth over her nipple. He used his tongue to toy with it, flicking his tongue over it as he sucked on it. And with his thumb and forefinger he pinched her other nipple. The sounds she made let him know he was driving her crazy and at the same time they were driving him to see what more he could get out of her. He popped off her tit, admiring how it glistened as he gently massaged it.

“Wasn’t sure I’d ever get to see these again,” He said. Mila’s laugh turned into a gasp as he latched on to her other nipple.

She flinched as he pinched her sensitive flesh between two fingers. She rolled her hips against his crotch as he continued to pleasure her.

Any other day he’d have her on her back by now. He felt the rising urge to move things along. Make her moan and scream and dig her fingernails into his back. Remind her what it felt like to feel good. He doubted she had felt good in some time. He doubted anyone had touched her in a way that made her feel good for some time. He could do that for her. Frank was eager to do it. He could throw out all those complicated feelings for one night.

Frank was jolted from his thoughts as one of her hands dropped from his shoulder and a single finger stroked the fabric of his boxers just over his cock. He twitched and heard her let out a contented hum. Her hand yanked at his waistband as the other slipped from his shoulder to under his boxers. Gentle fingertips stroked the head of his cock and he groaned, the sound vibrating against her nipple.

“Ah-Frank,” She said, his name rushing out of her in a breath.

Pleading?

Mila crashed her mouth down on him again and pressed his cock against the gusset of her underwear, grinding against him. She stopped kissing him for a moment, but left her lips still touching his.

“Please, Frank,” She said against his lips.

Just when he had resolved to be patient.

Shit he wanted to fuck her.

“Maybe I should warm you up first,” He said as he moved his hand down to stroking her through her underwear. She pressed her cheek against his letting out soft warm breaths that tickled his ear. With his other hand he moved her hair away from her neck and kissed her there. She made a sweet noise, encouraging him, bracing her hands behind him on the couch putting her breasts in his face once again. His fingers traveled under the waistband of her underwear and she let out a closed mouth moan as he touched her.

Frank’s fingers parted her cunt, he ignored the small thrill it gave him, as he slipped two fingers inside her. He pressed his thumb against her clit and he slowly stroked his fingers inside of her. He knew he had found the right spot when she let out an open-mouthed moan. Then he lifted the breast dangling in front of him to his mouth.

Mila made a sound like a laugh caught in her throat and he briefly debated just letting her come on his fingers. He wanted to fuck her, but this could just be about her. It could be what he could do to her to get her to keep making those noises. Her fingers found the back of his neck, clawing into his hair.

Fuck his cock ached.

“Frank-” She murmured, “I want you.”

The you echoed in his mind. It was all he needed. The debate was over. He braced a hand across her back and helped her to lay her on the couch. She made a soft sound of complaint when he removed his fingers from her. Her underwear was stretched over her thighs and he peeled them away from her legs, tossing them on the floor. Then he removed his boxers and they landed somewhere near the panties. He heard her make a noise. Felt her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him. His head was swimming.

In a moment of clarity he asked, “They’ve got you on the pill right?”

“Yes,” She laughed. “Though I don’t know who they thought was going to fuck me.”

He looked her over as he knelt between her legs. She was propped up on an elbow, fingertips just tracing over his cock. Bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat. A flush painted across her beautiful face.

“Anyone with eyes,” He said.

He could have sworn her face reddened then.

She wasn’t the only one who could catch someone off guard.

“You really all right with this?” Frank asked her.

Mila nodded and touched his wrist with the tips of her fingers.

“I want this.”

And as she said that she raised her legs, her thighs rubbed against his hips as she rested them there. He grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her.

Frank leaned forward, planting a hand on the cushion beneath her as he guided his cock into her. He heard her exhale a tight moan as he pushed inside her. And he glanced up at her to make sure she was alright. Eyes half closed, lips parted, flush had deepened; when she caught his eye she turned her head away from him, brought one of her hands to her face, and pressed her curled fingers to her mouth. He eased into her and hummed softly as her warmth enveloped him.

Frank moved his hips gently, grinding into her.

Mila’s brought her hands above her head, gripping the side of the armrest. Her mouth dropped open and at first it seemed as if her breath had caught in her throat.

“Oh,” Mila breathed, he could see her fingers gripping into the fabric of the couch. She lifted her head briefly to watch him fuck her. A fresh flush appeared on her cheeks and spread across her chest before she threw her head back down, back arching up as she bucked her hips up to meet him. Another “Oh” escaped her lips, deeper this time.

Shit if she keeps moving like this-

He glanced down briefly captivated by the sight of himself grinding into her. He brushed his thumb against her clit and she sucked in a breath.

Frank brought himself down on one elbow to get closer to her. His hand slipped under her back, holding her there, holding himself steady as he continued to grind inside her. Mila slipped her arms under his and placed her hands flat against his back holding him closer. He could feel her legs spread wider, the heel of one foot against the small of his back. The pillow bunched up against his thighs as he fucked her. Every sensation, every movement was multiplied. The sounds she was making- had she always been this loud- amplified in his ears. He felt so caught up in her. Her fingers traced the hairs on the back of his neck.

She whimpered, but subsequent cries seemed to catch in her throat. He thought she was close as her fingers began to curl against his back. Frank did his best to keep up his pace, keep things steady for her to ride through her orgasm. She squeezed him closer to her, her breasts brushing against his chest as they swayed with every thrust.

He tightened his grip on her as best as he could with one arm.

“Come on, baby,” He said softly as he buried his face into her neck.

“Baby,” She said. It came out like a breathy laugh. Then a groan. He could feel her body tensing up beneath him.

Mila let out halting breaths against his ear.

Frank knew she had to be close.

He was.

Frank awoke with the strong feeling that something was off. His hazy brain still wrestling with the idea that he had even fallen asleep. The last thing he remembered was wrapping his arms around Mila and then-

How long had he been asleep?

And then the cold realization settled in that Mila wasn’t there. He felt her absence before he turned to look. She had pulled the sheet back up, if it wasn’t for the floral scent of her shampoo lingering on the pillow it would have been like she had never been there.

Frank told himself that maybe she just went to the bathroom or to have a smoke. But he didn’t smell a cigarette, didn’t hear the sounds of the streets below like he usually would when she propped up a window to smoke. The apartment had fallen into an unsettling quiet. He knew she was there, at least. There was nowhere for her to go.

And as the minutes ticked by he knew it was too long for her to just be using the bathroom. Frank wondered how long she had waited to go to her own bed after he had fallen asleep. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to hold her. It could have been too much too fast. Overwhelming.

Mila had gone so long without normal human interaction. And who knows what they had really done to her, what even Adler had really done to her. Almost every person she had come into contact with over the past year had caused her some kind of pain. Or tried to kill her. He of all people knew how it could be to spend so long in a state where almost every human interaction ended in suffering. Where torture was the name of the game. And to come back to the world where even a simple touch felt like fire on the skin at first because you no longer knew the difference.

Frank remembered how difficult it was to even take so much as the soft cool hands of a nurse at the hospital, forget about anything more intimate. It was what drove him to leave in the middle of the night after his first hookup when he got out of the hospital. A dick move, he knew, but he couldn’t stand the idea of cuddling in bed. Nor having someone see him shirtless in the light of day covered in healing wounds and soon-to-be scars. Of waking up and having coffee, making idle chatter before making excuses to leave because he has such a busy day ahead.

Why had he thought Mila would be any different?

She wasn’t exactly the warm-and-fuzzy type. Frank hated to admit it but it hurt, just a little. He rolled over, turning his back to her side of the bed once again.

Her side?

She didn’t have a side in this bed. They didn’t share it. She had her own bed. And she was using it. Of course, Mila liked the little independence she could get.

Hadn’t he already figured that out?

Frank resolved to go back to sleep, but of course it wouldn’t come. It shouldn’t bother him so much, it’s not like he hadn’t had something casual before. But it still nagged at him. And then he had a thought that made him sit up in bed.

Had he hurt her?

He slipped out of bed, pausing when his feet hit the floor.

Had he gotten it wrong? Misread her somehow?

He thought about the way she smiled. How those huge brown eyes pleading with him when she told him she wanted him.

Had he missed something?

And if she was angry shouldn’t he leave her alone? Give her space?

But even as he thought this he found himself rising and heading for the door. He never would have intentionally hurt her.

But what if she didn’t see it that way? Everyone else is out to get her why should Frank be any different? Just using her.

He paused again, in the living room this time, hoping that’s not what she thought. That he was overthinking. But then found himself standing in front of her door. A strip of light illuminated the crack under her bedroom door. Frank raised his fist to knock, but again stopped short. He felt torn.

Was this just something he was doing to make himself feel better or was it genuine worry for her? Why was he doubting himself so much?

Through the door he thought he heard a sob and it tugged at his heart. And then he knew it was for her. If she was angry with him he resolved himself to just own up to it. If she was anyone else he could feel comfortable letting her have her space. But given everything that had happened to her he just needed to know she was ok. If she didn’t want him there she could throw a book at him. He tapped gently on the door. After a moment without response he carefully nudged it open.

He followed a streak of light cast across the floor to the ajar bathroom door. He heard her sniffle softly.

She really was crying.

Fuck. He was such an idiot. He shouldn’t have let things go so far. And now she was upset.

He shook the thoughts from his mind and stepped forward. As he breached the entryway of the bathroom he saw her sitting on the edge of the tub. She was wearing his shirt and crying into a wad of toilet paper.

“Mila?” He said gently, knocking on the doorframe as he spoke.

She started, then turned, eyes rimmed with red.

“Shit,” He said. Frank moved forward, then fought the impulse, stopping halfway in the bathroom with his arms out as if to reach for her.

She turned away from him then and ducked her head so her hair covered her face. It seemed to him more like she was embarrassed than angry. But maybe that was wishful thinking.

“Are you-” He took a step forward, hands still out as if to catch her- “you ok?”

A stupid and useless question. It was obvious she wasn’t.

Sobbing in the bathroom. Sobbing in the bathroom after their night together. He was sure she’d be asking him if she could go back to live at the Safehouse next.

Mila shook her head. He could hear it now, her starting to speak then clamming up. Then she just shook her head again.

“Mila-” He started again. “I’m-”

Frank stopped.

He’s what?

He doesn’t even know what’s wrong.

“I didn’t-” He took in a breath as he began again- “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

It was a hard question to ask. But at least she didn’t make him wait long for a response.

“What?” She asked, sounding confused. Mila sniffed loudly and turned to look at him again. Wet tears just brimming her eyes caught the light of the bathroom making them look even bigger. And there it was again, like something was tugging at his chest. She looked away and sniffed again, rubbing her red nose with a fraying wad of toilet paper.

“No, of course not,” She said with a tone of disbelief. Relief washed through him and he immediately felt bad about it. Mila was still crying.

“Then what- why are you crying?” Frank asked with too much intensity.

At least he could offer some comfort to her. Frank grabbed the roll of toilet paper off its holder and sat next to her on the edge of the tub.

She drew in a snotty breath. And she looked around, almost, bewildered. Unsure what to do with herself. He grabbed another handful of toilet paper for her and handed it to her. She promptly blew her nose.

“Mila,” He said, trying to coax it out of her.

She glanced up at him and looked as if she was going to say something.

Then she looked away, doubled over, and wrapped her arms around herself in a hug.

“I had a nightmare,” She said finally.

A nightmare. Of course. Letting go of control over your body will do that. Letting yourself relax for one moment and it’s like your mind is working against you again.

“You could have woken me up.”

“I didn’t want you to know. That doesn’t sound good, does it? A nightmare… after…?” She looked up at him, something in her eyes was begging for understanding. So she wouldn’t have to explain it. He could understand that too. Worried that he’d be offended, that he’d reject her.

“I know the feeling,” He said softly. Frank reached out to her, to let her settle into him if she wanted. He could take the rejection if she didn’t want it, but he needed her to know that he was going to be there.

“Come on, my ego’s not so big I’m gonna take that personally,” He said, with a little laugh. She smirked and an amused hum escaped her lips.

“Come on, Mila,” He coaxed her again. She took in a ragged breath and scooted over to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her body was ice cold against his.

“You’re all right,” He said stroking her hair.

They settled into bed again. Frank hadn’t asked her about the nightmare and she hadn’t volunteered. If she wanted to tell him she would, but he did remind her if she had another one to just wake him up.

Frank lay on his back. Even though it hadn’t been the reason for her crying, he thought it would be best to give her a little space. But to his surprise, Mila wrapped an arm around him and rested her head on his chest. She was still freezing cold so he reached down and yanked the sheets up around her, then he rested his hand on her shoulder. At this, she snuggled up closer to him. Mila rubbed her feet against his and he sucked in a breath at the shock of cold. But all the same, Frank had to admit it was nice. Intimate. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept so comfortably next to someone like this. Soon her breathing softened, and she slipped into sleep quickly. He felt a warmth in his chest blossoming just under where her head lay. Mila trusted him.

For a moment he allowed himself to think he could get used to this, but he quickly let the thought slip from his mind. Things were too complicated for that. He didn’t know what it meant to her. Probably nothing. She was just blowing off steam and he was just the guy who was there. Convenient.

Yeah, that’s what he’d tell himself.

Yes, I did stop short before the climax. In this particular chapter that's just for them. I wanted them to have their moment without writing it down.

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