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frank didn’t know what he’d been excepting. an exploding argument to end all else, maybe. the remainder of his betrayal, a twisting knife to sink guilt into his chest, most likely. the living room vases being thrown against a wall, coffee tables turned upside down, chaos to add to the dramatics of their never-ending misery. he didn’t what exactly he was thinking would be amanda reaction, but not this. not please. not begging. not give me another chance and i’ll swear i’ll be good to you.
he still left. packed his bags while hearing her talk about their wedding date and how real happiness felt for the first time in his life. gathered lost possessions around the house while amanda used their daughter to guilt-trip him into staying still, his lungs working to refuse to accept any air at the thought alone. he argued, yelled, paced around the house to get his stolen keys back from her hands as she threw every low blow at him, at every terrible thought that crossed his mind materialized in her voice: she isn’t going to make you happy, frank, no one will.— it’s fire, it will burn itself out. —look at you! what twenty-something year old is gonna want to stick around for that beer belly and receding hairline? he still left, but amanda wasn’t wrong and her words were the only thing in his mind as he walked into the coffee shop, sat in front of julie.
“ hey, babe. ” looking at her should have helped, usually it did, usually it solved any problems his brain came up with, soothed worries right into nonexistence. looking at her smile should have stopped it from getting worse, but juliette looked perfect, and he couldn’t stop thinking about every aspect of himself that was far from it. “ you doing alright ? ”
frank doesn’t even think through closing the distance between them, in the sort of domestic quick peck on the lips that would solidify them as a real couple. — the strangers would stare. they would know someone like him was dating someone like her. they would stir the mid-coffee conversation into what is she doing with a guy like that ? and he would notice, he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to anything else. — he doesn’t even think about her, really, because she is perfect
“ i should shave, right ? ” it’s the best he can do to look less like himself. gym would take a while to show any effects. he is not sure there is much he can do about the hair, but he could shave. it was something. “ it’s— the mustache, it’s dumb. magnum pi hasn’t been a thing since i was a kid. i, i, i should do it. i should shave. ” restlessness is obvious enough that his eyes can’t stay on her for longer than a second. frank keeps shifting in his seat. leg bouncing up and down. hand moving repeatedly at the back of his hair. it is their first real coffee together, as a couple, with no one else in between and all he can think about it is the stupid mustache on his face. “ i should have done it before coming here. i’m sorry. ”
“ what ? ” the notion at all seems so plucked out of nowhere, juliette can only give a soft, somewhat confused giggle ----- not at him, but at the absurdity that she’d ever want frank to be less of himself. she’s still unsure about her fate in this town ; if juliette will be eternally known as the homewrecker, frank’s infamous side piece. she shakes that off, focusing solely on him with a gentle hand resting over his larger counterpart.
“ frank, i love the mustache. i think it’s quite sexy, and it tickles all the right places. ” she’s sincere, as she tends to be with him, but she senses something more lingering beneath his insecurities ---- it makes her take pause, casting a careful gaze over him. “ i fell in love with frank hamilton, exactly as he is. whether you want to change for yourself is your own decision, but i’ll take you as you are always. ”
she pulls his hand close, pressing soft kisses to his wrist and, in her usual juliette way, subtle slips his digit between her lips and sucks softly, smirking in her determination to loosen frank him. if the town already thought she was a slag, what use is there trying to change their minds ?
“ c’mon, let’s get out of here, hm ? ” juliette rises to her feet, tentatively guiding frank out of the coffee shop with digits laced together, doing her best to ignore the wayward stares that trailed their movements: juliette cares less for herself than what repercussions this could have on frank and lily. this was their home, and she was the filthy interloper ---- that’s how she imagined the locals spoke of her anyway.
once outside and somewhat safe from prying eyes, the artist drapes long arms around frank’s shoulders and presses a kiss to his cheek, fingers coming to rest at the back of his neck. “ c’mon, talk to me. is everything alright ? did . . . anything happen, um, earlier ? ”
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“ i did ! ” and for the first time that night, laughter comes easily to him. “ you are— ” there is a pause meant for a word to come in between it, but mark gets lost in the barrage of compliments his mind comes up and finds nothing instead. “ you know, you. ” there was very little else that would seem appropriate. he shakes his head a little, his smile widens, “ nah, pff, none taken. i really am invading enemy territory here. and what an enemy, jesus, none of these people have a sense of humor. “ there is a small eye-roll “ james got me in. apparently, lying in bed all night isn’t a good enough saturday night plan. — what about you, though ? life been treating you alright ? ”
“ me ? and what does that mean ? ” she’s partially just fucking with him, but he teases a lightness from her that hollywood has mostly dimmed. “ oh, you’re telling me. i just weaseled my way out of a conversation with some screenwriter who thought i’d make an excellent ‘topless sorority girl #3’ in his next movie. you have to save me. ” instinct has her clutching mark’s arm, “ me ? oh yeah, i keep getting shitty parts in bad movies and i’m surrounded by creeps: it’s awesome around here. how about you ? gonna work your way onto the big screen now ? a face like yours would give me a run for my money. ”
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JULIETTE ♡ FRANK.
frank forgot how many times he had longed for this sight to come to him unperturbed, how many mornings woke him up to the distinctively feeling of longing for her, for another second.
he forgot how much he wished he could have this, and in that moment, when he is finally able to open his eyes to find her still lying there on the bed, reaching out to touch him, all he can only think of one thing: juliette marceau is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. it isn't makeup or night light or the excitement of something forbidden, it is her. her presence that sets up that never-ending yearning in his chest.
“�� morning, babe. ” his entire body hurt, every muscle of his felt strained, frank could still feel the exhaustion of his heart, not used to beating as fast as it was made to the previous night, and still, somehow, she brings a smile to his lips. this is his life now. “ i hope you know that it’s very infuriating that you wake up looking perfect, because i must be one hell of a fucking mess right now. ” there is a light chuckle, interrupted only by the graininess of his voice.
his hands leave her lips to brush softly against her cheek. every touch seems to soothe him a little more. if frank hadn’t let i love you escape his lips a million times the night before, he would have chosen this moment to tell her about it the first time. this one feeling, this one certainty flooded every one of his senses. he isn’t sure of anything else in his life, but he knows he wants her. “ i have never wanted anything more in my entire life. ”
“ i can take the day off and go with you, if you want. i have no idea how to decorate anything, but i can pose in every room so you picture what panting me in it would look like. ” he lets a small light-hearted laugh leave his lips. “ i just need to go home before. you know, get a shower, some other clothes. ” talk to his wife.
“ don’t say that, ” so much fondness laces juliette’s cadence, it drips from her tongue like honey while her touch curls at frank’s cheek, “ you look incredible. you’re the most wonderful thing i could’ve ever woken up to. ” talk like that doesn’t often leave her tongue, but nobody has ever inspired it. all she has to do is look at frank, and her heart thumps wildly in her chest. to prevent anymore saccharine from leaving her lips, she silences herself by pressing them to his temple.
“ you make me happy, ” she whispers softly, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before mustering the courage to pull away. “ if i don’t stop myself now, we’ll never leave this bed. ” which isn’t such a bad thing . . .
“ mm, then you’ll have to strip off your clothes in each room, because i’m a big fan of nude paintings. ” it’s a mild jest, but juliette’s a sensual being and she’s penned many sketches of frank in the buff. she loves him, loves his body, wants to display it to the world. “ but you’d really wanna do that with me ? i mean, i’d want a pick a place that you’d like, too, considering that you’ll be spending a lot of time in it. ” her fingers lace through his gently, trying to gauge his response without seeming too needy. “ maybe even live in it, whenever you feel ready. ”
there’s a part of her that worries he may never come back if he goes home ---- that duty will keep him right there, in a loveless marriage. but love requires trust, and she’s willing to place her bets on frank. “ there’s that cute cafe downtown ? why don’t you head home and, um, when you’re done, i’ll be waiting there. ”
it’ll be a sign.
( . . . . . ------------- )
she sits in the cafe, nursing an iced tea she’s barely touched. what if he doesn’t come ? what if he stays with her ? a million voices scream in her head, and maybe it’s paranoia, but is everyone staring ? judging ? do they know ?
all she can do is cower in the corner and keep a steady gaze on the door, waiting for frank to walk in.
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the morning light shows their room as a wreckage of their combined chaos ---- empty bottles, discarded clothing, cell phones with filthy videos on them, sheets stained with their intimacy, it’s all there. juliette rises slowly, a slight throb in her head that’s only soothed by frank’s arm draped around her. something about his presence ---- his love ---- makes her feel truly alive for what might be the first time ever.
turns out jet setting is nothing compared to frank hamilton.
she presses a kiss to his shoulder, but allows him to keep resting. last night was a rollercoaster for him, and julie enjoys watching him sleep. her gentle touch lightly brushes over his cheek, and she’s tempted to steal another kiss. the realization that this may be her life from now on, mornings with frank where she doesn’t have to run away or keep an ear out for cars pulling up and they can just savor each other . . . that might be the norm.
nimble digits begin to collect trash, spruce things up ; she didn’t want frank to see their vices spread in front of them, the room had become a shrine for sex, drugs, and drinking. acceptable in the evenings, but bare in the morning light makes her feel like a disaster. clumsy feet accidentally knock over one of the bottles, and she cringes when it actually rouses frank from his slumber.
she moves to the side of the bed, resting on her knees as she comes eye to eye with him. “ good morning, baby, ” she coos gently, lips brushing kisses over his knuckles when she brings his hand to her mouth, “ don’t worry, i’m just cleaning up. and then i think i gotta start looking for a real place today. ” adoring eyes soften while they drink him in, wondering if perhaps he’s changed his mind about their new life together.
“ i --- i mean, if being together for real is, um, what you still want. ”
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JULIETTE ♡ FRANK.
“ this time it’ll be you and me and lily, and one of those places with water so blue it looks a goddamn mirror or some shit like that. ” it’s all he wanted, all he’s wanted for so long.
“ god, babe. ” it’s such an easy switch from warm, and kind, and hopelessly in love to ready to waste the night together and forget about his own name. — part of frank is sure that he should say no, that they should no to this vice, to the scraps of before that could tear them apart someday — and the other, louder, much more prominent part of him is sure that the mixture of cocaine and sex is the closest thing to happiness he’s ever managed to feel. “ you barely made your way back to town and you are already breaking the law ? i didn’t think i would have to use my handcuffs on you this soon. ”
“ c’here. ” his line is set haphazardly over her breasts, and frank has to stop for a second to admire what a beautiful goddamn mess she is. to consider how unbelievably breathtaking juliette manages to look. naked, disheveled, with cocaine over her body. how it seemed to take over every thought of his until there was nothing besides her. “ jesus. ”
it is just a line, at first. shooting into his brain, jumpstarting his heart in anticipation before any effects can kick in, and then frank wants more, needs more. and he’s licking the few lost specks of it off her skin. turning the desperation for more of that small ignitor of relief into desperation for more of her.
peppering kiss all throughout her skin, he moves closer, ends the distance between them. intoxicated with the sudden jolt of wakefulness, with the sweet mixture of juliette, and sex, and the scent of him on her, he keeps on letting himself forget there was ever anything other that being with her.
“ god, i love you. ” comes interrupted by teeth scraping against her skin, lips finding its way back to hers.“ you are the best thing that ever happened my goddamn life. ” ends before his kiss manages to.
dulcet giggles flutter from her lips as frank indulges in the drug, mustache tickling her bare skin ------ she’s a creature of habit, a slave to her vices, and if there was one addiction stronger than her pull towards franklin hamilton, it’s the wicked toys the two of them tend to play with when they’re together.
the giggles become soft moans when she feels his tongue, and she melts into his touch with remarkable ease. “ i love you so much, ” she exhales, capturing his lips in another heated kiss as she attaches herself to him. legs wrap around him, and the more the two lovers intertwine, the more they become a four armed monster of love and destruction, sights set only on each other. “ you wanna be with me ? always ? ”
she takes a quick bump of her own, the delicious drip setting in and electrifying her senses. the cocktail of frank’s affection and blow is all too alluring, and she rolls herself atop of him, straddling and smirking down at him. he’s always looked so good like this: inhibitions shed, eyes wild, letting loose from the structured life that waited for him beyond the motel room doors.
svelte arms pluck her discarded cellphone from the disarray of items around them, giggling when she begins snapping photos of him. “ what ? you look so sexy when i’m riding you, ” she smirks, grinding herself against him until she starts to feel his excitement pressed against her thigh. “ mm, do you like this ? feels like you do, baby. fuck. ”
she offers the phone out to him, stealing one last kiss before it’s relinquished. “ record this, record us. when you’re busy at work, you can think about how your girl looks when she’s fucking you, ” she peppers kisses down the center of his chest, slowly rolling her hips. “ you want me, frank ? hm ? i wanna hear you say it. ”
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JULIETTE ♡ FRANK.
“ i know, i know, i just — ” feel empty more often than not. feel lost more often than able to breathe. “ you are right. you are probably right. ” it was never a problem when she was around, he wouldn’t bring it up, wouldn’t give the universe the possibility to turn it into one.
his stomach twisted with the thought alone. frank could shake how irreversibly terrible it made him feel, how unshakably angry it got him. — she deserved so much more out of life, so much more than what she’d been given up to this point. so much more than what frank could give, but he was far too selfish to let her go find it. — “ i missed you when you left, you know ? so fucking much. every goddamn day. ” his thumb brushes softly against her cheek, his eyes kind and warm while looking at hers, but there is the hint there. an all too obvious edge of honesty and pain. “ if you leave a million times, i’m gonna miss you each and every one of them. ” his laughter is what interrupts the weight of it. “ god, that sounded cheesy as shit. ”
frank shakes his head. at her. at the thought. at the idea of going back home and facing amanda. — how could he come up with that sentence without sounding like the biggest asshole in the world ? i’m sorry, i just don’t love you anymore. how could he say that out loud without hating himself for it ? for the destruction of his marriage, for the overwhelming wave of affection he felt juliette and juliette alone.
“ we don’t have to do anything yet, okay ? we really don’t. i’ll book another hotel room. hell, i can go to another hotel far away from you to give you some space, but i can’t just— i can’t look her in the eyes again and keep lying to her. i might not love her anymore, but she is still the mother of my daughter. ”
it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair to amanda, to himself, to juliette, to that one promise he had made fifteen years ago of loving his wife unti l death did them part. it just wasn’t fair to keep doing this.
he smiles so easily, it almost seems like the guilt can leave him for a second or two. “ you are not a fool, babe, you are just the best goddamn girlfriend in the world. ” there was a chukle. “ sounds doesn’t it ? girlfriend ? a lot better than not knowing what to call this. ”
family sounded a lot fucking better, but frank wasn’t about to risk ruining the best thing that had happened to him in about ten years by rushing into it. “ lily missed you so fucking much. jesus. she wouldn’t stop talking about you. about the things you did. about how much nicer you were than everyone else. about how much more fun it was to be with you. every other babysitter in the world was a problem. none of them were as great as you. ”
“ no ! ” juliette erupted into a fit of giggles, burying herself against frank’s nest and inhaling deeply. he smelled like smoke and sex and something earthy, feral, something deep in nature. “ i’ve had enough space away from you, i can’t deal with anymore. ”
this was a position she’d never been in before ----- frank certainly wasn’t the first married man she’d been with, and she knew she wasn’t the first fling frank had ; that inherent brokenness, the search for salvation in a warm body, is what drew them together, but nothing before had ever reached this point: of being in love, of wanting a whole life with this person. the salvation became more than stolen moments in dark hallways, it became a filthy need that juliette couldn’t shake.
his soft smiles spurred an ache in her chest, and she saw something so sad in him: a man who had been battling more demons than he would ever let on, a man who kept so many secrets that it ate him alive, a man who was capable of so much love it could drive a girl to fly halfway across the globe just to be in his arms again. she cradled his face in her hands, soft sigh exhaling from her mouth, “ i love you, frank. ” before he could respond, she sealed it with a tender kiss that conveyed so much more emotions than any verbiage ever could.
the mention of lily brightened juliette’s face, beaming as he relayed stories of the little girl. “ i’d never really been much for kids, you know. but lily . . . she’s so fantastic, it drives me insane. i missed her like hell ---- seriously, it’s gonna be like christmas in august when she sees all the presents i have for her. even outfits from paris so she’ll be the coolest girl around. we used to play dress up quite often, y’know. ”
juliette shifted herself atop of frank, peppering his neck and shoulders in gentle kisses as she purred, “ we deserve a getaway. a proper one. when all this calms down and there’s nothing left to hide, we should take a vacation. you, me, lily if it’s allowed . . . maybe somewhere near the coast. would you wanna see me in a bikini, hm ? ” she smirked, teeth pulling at his earlobe before a giggling mouth sought his, capturing him in another languid, heated kiss while slowly ground herself against frank’s frame.
“ i’m yours, frank. your girlfriend, your girl. always . . . ” she grinned against his skin, realizing that sex wasn’t the only vice they shared together. “ wanna have some fun, baby ? ”
she leaned over him slowly to plucky a tiny bag of coke from her purse on the nightstand, rolling on her back and extending the blow outwards to her boyfriend, while one hand gestured to her nude frame. “ you can take a line from anywhere you please, frank. ”
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romy regards the guests with only partial interest, the majority of it reserved for a fight between a playboy bunny and her elderly partner in the corner of the room —– when it comes to these ass kissing pony shows they deceitfully boast as parties, everyone’s gotta do what they can to entertain themselves. producers offer snide remarks, how she’d get more roles if she gained or lost this and that ; it’s all white noise after a certain point. she’s just about to throw in the towel when a familiar cadence catches her attention. “ mark ? oh my god, hi ! ” relief washes over her, and the actress gleefully bounces over to her childhood partner in crime. “ you —– you got taller ! you have a beard ! ” you’re hot is the gist of it. “ i —- what are you doing here ? this isn’t exactly the sort of scene i’d expect to see you in. ” lest he assume she’s degrading him, romy inches closer and bluntly clarifies, “ because this place is a fucking nightmare. ”
at the edge of the balcony, the los angeles’ skies slowly traded its soft shades of pink for a darker blue. at the party, mark fidgeted, weaving his way between strange faces, with a drink in his hand, trying - mostly, failing, really - to make conversation with the producers and actor and big names he could only vaguely remember as that guy in that movie. — his jokes fall flat. his topic for conversations are all brushed away. — it’s a smile that finds him when his eyes find her. “ romy, god, hello ! tell me you remember me, i’m in a crisis here. ”
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❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
inspired by devotedecay’s non - sexual acts of dominance meme ! send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to … ( add ❝ reverse ❞ if you’d like to see how my muse would preform the action ! )
[ shower ] your muse joining mine in the shower.
[ choke ] your muse choking mine.
[ kiss + soft ] your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.
[ kiss + rough ] your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.
[ pin ] your muse pinning mine down.
[ wrists ] your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.
[ push ] your muse pushing mine into bed.
[ rip + clothing ] your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.
[ spank ] your muse spanking mine.
[ pull ] your muse pulling my muses hair.
[ talk ] your muse talking dirty to mine.
[ eyes ] your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.
[ down ] your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.
[ knees ] your muse telling mine to get on their knees.
[ hips ] your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.
[ denial ] your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.
[ many ] your muse making mine orgasm over and over.
[ tied ] your muse tying my muse down.
[ lazy ] your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.
[ love ] your muse telling mine they love them during.
[ dominance ] your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.
[ submission ] your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.
[ humiliation ] your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.
[ pain ] your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.
[ knife ] your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.
[ hidden ] your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.
[ public ] your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.
[ adore ] your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.
[ dress ] your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.
[ eat ] your muse eating mine out.
[ sleep ] your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.
[ gag ] your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.
[ blindfold ] your muse blindfolding mine.
[ praise ] your muse praising mine in bed.
[ good ] your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.
[ want ] your muse telling mine they want them.
[ snarl ] your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.
[ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.
[ wall ] your muse shoving mine up against a wall.
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JULIETTE ♡ FRANK.
it was so painfully easy to laugh with her. even if when it came out his lips, it came out airy, and far away.
it was so terribly simple to be around her, even if when he finally did was after months of pain and regret, after chocking on nothing for longer than he ever had in his life.
frank didn’t think he wanted to know what was like to live in a world she wasn’t a part of.
“ hey, i mean, i might be leaving her, but i still need to go to work, you know that, right ? ” but there was a smile set at the corner of his lips, to accompany every word. a soft little sigh leaving him, as his arms set around her body, pulling her closer, letting the softness of her presence take over everything else.
it took a while longer than usual for his sharp breaths to calm down, for his chest to stop heaving up and down. frank had hoped the small inking of guilt would disappear along with it, but it was still there, tugging at the back of his mind, reminding him he was still married, still wearing his wedding ring.
“ i don’t know what else to do, babe. ” and that was as honest as he ever managed to get. “ i can’t keep living like that. i can’t keep pretending i love her when i am crazy about you. ”
his daughter was his only ever worry, the only thing that stood between frank and freedom the last time. the only that stopped him from packing everything and leaving right along with juliette a few months back.
he would have to find a way.
there had to be a better way to live than what he was currently forcing himself through.
“ i— i don’t know, i don’t know if i’m happy, julie. ” the honest answer was too sad of a confession. even for them. even for a night like that ( maybe someday he could look her in the eyes and talk about the overwhelming weight that was constantly pulling him down, without feeling like a bother. maybe someday he would be able to mention the way panic woke him up in the middle of the night without reason, the way he pretended to go to the bathroom halfway through his nightmare, because he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t break down in front of her like that either, without making his ever-present guilt worse ) some day. maybe. just not that night. “ i know it’s really hard to breathe sometimes. when i am at work, when i am at home, and you are one of the only two people in the world who make it a hell of a lot fucking easier. ”
“ you don’t always have to be happy, you know. i mean, the world tells us that we have to always be up, up, up, and they don’t take real pain seriously. and that’s really fucking unfair. sometimes, it’s just about getting up and making it through the day. i think that helps us savor the happy moments a little more. ” juliette brought his knuckles to her lips, peppered each one in kisses.
“ i acted out a lot growing up. i have . . . a lot of siblings because my dad got around, so it was easy to get forgotten. i’d dye my hair pink or show up to a party nearly naked, anything so i could feel important. because i feel so small sometimes. insignificant. like if i just stopped existing, who would notice ? who would care ? i’ve left on random trips for months at a time, and my family genuinely didn’t realize i had left until i came back, ” her voice grew soft, slightly broken, as she realized that she had never told anyone this before. “ i’ve only ever wanted someone to miss me when i was gone. fuck, to even notice that i was gone. ”
it took nearly losing that person forever to realize that she had found it. found him.
for a brief moment, she fell quiet, distracting herself from intrusive thoughts with soft kiss to frank’s neck. “ i want you, baby, but don’t feel like you have to rush everything. for you daughter’s sake, for your personal health. i want a life with you, and i love you so fucking much . . . and if that means waiting, or at least easing your family into the next phase . . . i’ll do it. ”
juliette lifted her gaze upward, lithe digits softly tracing the outline of his mouth. “ frank, i’d wait forever for you ----- hell, you’re the only person worth waiting for. ”
a warmer thought crossed her mind, and she kept his hand close to her lips, nipping and sucking at his digits languidly, “ wanna know something ? i brought back tons of gifts for you and lily. stupid, right ? i left because i thought i was supposed to stay away, and then i kept seeing things i knew you’d love, i knew she’d love. everything reminded me of you two. it’s like . . . when we’re all together, it feels like ------ like i know what a family really is. ” she stopped herself, blushing deep red, hiding the embarrassment against his chest, “ i’m a fool, aren’t i ? ”
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JULIETTE ♡ FRANK.
her words worked like magic. they always did.
all juliette needed to do was speak and the world went spinning upside down, turning on its axis. every short huff of air that rushed past his lips followed a warm wave of relief and pleasure. overtaking every little thought in his mind, robbing frank of the ability to think, feel anything besides her.
it was all he wanted from now on, until the end of time, all he needed from then on, forever.
“ god, babe, you feel so fucking good. you are so goddamn good to me, fuck. ” and the few kisses they shared were not enough, never really seemed like enough. frank wanted more, more of her, more of this, more of every little pleasant feeling only juliette seemed to be able to get out of him. “ you are mine, babe. my girl. the woman i love. mine, and no one else’s. ”
if the pet name wasn’t his biggest goddamn weakness already, then her words would have turned it into one. the next second, frank was coming. a white, hot flash of euphoria taking over his mind. breathe catching at the back of his throat. if this hadn’t been the best thing he had felt in a really long while, then juliette’s hazel eyes looking up at him, would have turned it into it.
his body almost collapsed over her. spent, breathless. all too tired in way too many ways. it took a second for frank to remember he had weight and another longer one for him to move off of her, laying beside her. weight sinking into the bed.
“ i love you. ” came out a minute later. a lot softer than anything else he said all night. “ i’m leaving her. ” hurt to leave his lips. fifteen year of marriage lost to this one sentence. —— what else could he do, though ? what other solution was there for this situation ? frank couldn’t pretend he loved someone he didn’t, that he didn’t love someone, he was crazy about. “ i’ll go home tomorrow and pack my shit. ”
juliette’s orgasm erupted in a fervent, kaleidoscopic shot of bliss, nails sinking into frank’s skin as pure pleasure rocked through her. she missed this ---- for all her worldly ways, nobody else could make her come and come undone the way frank hamilton did. whether conscious of this fact or not, frank simply knew her body better than anyone else she’d ever known. his frame atop of her had become an aphrodisiac of sorts, an intimate collision of supposed opposites that just worked so well.
she rolled on her stomach beside him, her thighs still damp him and the scent of sex wafting through the room ; lithe digits traced the lineaments of his face, and her heart felt like it was going to burst from his avalanche of hushed confessions.
“ frank, you’re not leaving this bed for a few days, ” she fondly informed him, eager to tease a lightness out of him -------- especially after the rollercoaster of a night they had. “ i’m going to fuck you and love you senseless until you remember what it’s like to have me always. so you know what it’s like to have me as your girl always. nobody else, just you. ”
her touch framed his jaw, thumb brushing over his lips. hazel hues gazed down at him with utmost affection, auburn locks spilling over her shoulders. he looked so tired, he looked so handsome. “ are you sure ? are you ready for that ? ” she leaned forward and stole a few more kisses, finally curled herself on his chest and allowed herself to savor the hum of his heartbeat beneath her ear.
“ i just want you to be happy, ” juliette confessed quietly, tracing languid patterns along his chest and finding herself addicted to the placid contentment of frank hamilton: if she could just lay here and feel him exist beneath her, she couldn’t tell you a better way to spend her days. “ when i met you, i saw a man who needed to be set free. from what, i wasn’t sure ---- you just seemed so trapped and unhappy, and i just wanted to give you something that could help you breathe. ”
she reached for his hand, lazily intertwining their digits together and melting into frank. “ do you consider yourself a happy person ? ” is it possible for two broken people to fuse together and create one decently whole creation ?
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JULIETTE ♡ FRANK.·
he’s never known any sound as sweet as his name coming off her lips. he’s never felt anything as good as the way she did.
it was a dream turned nightmare by external circumstances alone. the only relief he could found worsened by guilt, by something that was not her fault at all.
every month juliette had been away was a month frank spent trying to convince himself he still loved his wife, he still needed her, he could still feel the same thing he felt before. days after days of tellng himself the same thing, over and over, and those short few, desperate, terribly honest moments with julie were enough to tell him he was wrong.
he didn’t have any love for that woman anymore. he didn’t feel anything for anyone other than juliette.
the thought burn right through him, sent regret washing over his mind, pleasure shooting through his body. she was right there just for him. warm and willing, and so, so good. “ fuck, god, babe. ”
frank wanted to believe her. to believe that it was true, that she was done running away, that there was no europe anymore, no promises of leaving, no faraway exotic countries that didn’t include him. he just needed a little more encouragement towards the nativity of it.
“ say that again. ” was his desperate plea. a soft whisper against her lips, in between groans and grunts, in between the soft moans that kept slipping of his lips as he rocked his hips against hers. “ tell me that again, tell me you are mine. ”
it felt right.
the way he felt on top of her, the way her thighs wrapped around him and welcomed him inside of her like he was home ----- she had been sick for the last few months, hungry and deprived of nourishment ; her poison had become salvation, and she knew it was dangerous to fall in love with someone so unattainable, but everything about this had been completely out of her control.
pearly whites pulled at his bottom lip, ravenous to fill herself with his taste and drown in their honeyed intimacy ; affection sprawled through her chest like cherry blossoms vines at the first bloom of spring, and everything aches in the most incredible way.
it’s agony and it’s ecstasy ----- it’s all they’ve ever known.
“ i’m yours, frank. always yours. i want to be yours always. ” her mouth collided with his own, then traveled along the curve of his jaw and up to his ear, “ let me be your girl, frank. even if it’s our secret. i love you, and i want to be yours. don’t you want that, baby ? don’t you want me ? ”
closer and closer to bliss, juliette buried her face into the crook of his shoulder and whimpered his name like a prayer, body tightening and clutching him like he was her only source of life. “ cum for me, daddy. i need to feel you, i fucking love it so much. ”
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