-`ā”Ā“- tags: soft!Frankie, falling in love, mutual pining, flirting, emotional intimacy, implied smut, some fluff
summary: What starts as a simple check-in call turns into quiet confessions, soft longing, and the promise of everything Frankie plans to do when you get back.
word count: ~ 940 words
Happy FF! š§¢
You call him from a hotel balcony. Itās late where he is, early evening where you are. The air around you sounds open ā distant traffic, maybe waves, maybe wind through palm trees. He answers on the third ring.
āHey,ā he says, voice already softer than usual.
You know heās not the best at phone calls, but he offered that you could call him if you wanted to. The trip youāre on was booked months in advance, long before you met Frankie. You hadnāt planned for him to become this important in your life so fast, but here you are.
You ask about his day, and he tells you about his tense shoulders again, how they ache from sitting in the cramped helicopter seat thatās definitely not made for a broad man like him. Thereās a pause at some point. A different kind of pause.
āAre you okay?ā he asks.
āYeah,ā you say. Then quieter, āI just⦠miss you a little.ā
You can almost hear him swallow.
āYeah?ā he murmurs. āI was trying not to say that.ā
āWhy?ā
He hesitates. And this is so him ā not smooth, not cocky, just careful.
āDidnāt wanna come on too strong. Youāre out there living your life. Didnāt want to be the guy who makes it weird. But I do miss you too. Itās easy being around you. Makes my brain shut up for once.ā
You lean back against the railing, smiling to yourself, worrying your lower lip to contain the bright grin forming on your face.
āYou could never make it weird.ā
Another silence follows, but itās warmer now.
āIāve been thinking about you,ā he finally admits. The words come low, almost embarrassed. āAnd I hope thatās not creepy.ā
Your laugh is soft, breathy. āFrankie. Why would that be creepy?ā
āBecause,ā he exhales, āthe last time I saw you, you were under me on your couch, and Iāve replayed that kiss about fifty times.ā
He doesnāt describe your body or your reactions. He doesnāt catalog parts. He talks about moments.
āThe way you pulled me closer,ā he continues, voice rougher now. āLike you werenāt sure if you were allowed to want me that much. That felt really good.ā
Your stomach flips at that.
āI was allowed,ā you whisper. āAnd it felt good for me too.ā
āI know,ā he says gently. āI just⦠wanted you to know I wasnāt rushing you. Iām not in a hurry. I want you to enjoy this.ā
Thatās the thing about Frankie you admired from the start. The desire is there ā thick and real ā but itās anchored in respect. In constant check-ins and reassurances that go far beyond bodily sensations. And quite honestly, it makes him even more attractive to you. You like that he really tunes in to your needs instead of just taking what he so clearly wants.
You shift, crossing one leg over the other, heat blooming under your skin as you look out over the horizon.
āIāve been thinking about you too,ā you admit.
A quiet inhale on his end.
āYeah?ā
āYeah. About how your hands felt. How you didnāt grab. You just⦠held.ā
He lets out a soft huff of a laugh. āI was trying real hard not to mess that up.ā
āYou didnāt, promise. But it kind of made me wonder what else these hands are capable ofā¦ā
His voice drops a notch. Not graphic, just intimate.
āIf you were here,ā he says slowly, āIād probably still be taking it slow. But I wouldnāt stop kissing you. I would let them explore you slowly, your softest parts, feeling you melt under me, watching goosebumps forming on your skin when I kiss your neck.ā
Your breath stutters as your imagination follows where he leads you both.
āI would really like that,ā you say.
Thereās a stretch of silence filled only with breathing. Itās charged, but tender.
āCan I say something?ā he asks.
āAlways.ā
āI like how you feel in your own skin,ā he says. āYou donāt hide. Even when youāre nervous. Thatās⦠it does something to me. Itās magnetic and by God, itās hot as fuck too.ā
You laugh quietly at that, a little bashful. He doesnāt treat your body like an object or something that needs to be conquered. Itās about your presence. Your confidence. The way you hold his intense gaze, the way you challenge him.
āI think about your mouth too,ā he admits. āNot just on me. But the way it curves when youāre about to tease me. How you bite your lip when you swallow something down youāre not sure is appropriate to say.ā
You snicker, flustered and pleased all at once.
āYou noticed that?ā
āI notice everything.ā
You inhale sharply. āYouāre dangerous, Morales.ā
āNo,ā he replies gently. āIām just honest.ā
Another beat.
āIf this is too much,ā he adds quickly, āyou tell me. I donāt wanna cross lines.ā
And thatās it. Thatās the difference.
He wants you completely. Heās absolutely thinking about you under him, hands in your hair, your thighs around his waist. But he never assumes access. He never talks like you owe him anything.
He makes you feel chosen, not consumed.
By the end of the call, nothing explicit has been said. No graphic play-by-play. Just low voices, shared breathing, promises of āwhen you get back.ā
And when you hang up?
Frankieās lying states away, staring at the ceiling, smiling like an idiot. Because for him, the hottest part wasnāt the suggestion or the whispered promises. It was that you wanted him too and werenāt afraid to let him know.
And that did something dangerous to his heart, not just his body.
lowkey obsessed with the idea of a usually quiet simon āghostā riley who's loud during sex. saw something which was like āfucking louder than the voices in our headsā and like, yeaaaah. that's a vibe. also just⦠men that actually make noise when fucking you. ungff.
the first time you get him under the covers with you you're prepared for him to be one of those blokes that breathes heavily in your ear and let's out a little grunt when he cums. he's not exactly chatty - usually the most you get is a grunt or eye roll or dry comment.
but you were very, very pleasantly surprised.
he whimpers as your nails drag down his back; arching into the touch like he's chasing the pain. moans into your cunt as you grind against his tongue - actual moans that start in his chest and drag themselves out of his throat unbidden. soft, tiny gasps when you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him slowly.
when he sinks inside you he growls; hips stuttering as your walls clamp down around him. even whilst he's fucking you he's letting words fall from his mouth and into the skin of your neck; practically narrating the entire experience like you're not also actively participating in it.
āfuck, ya feel so good love. so tight fer me. reckon if heaven fuckin' existed it's this.ā
ācould fucking stay here forever, yer fuckinā perfect love.ā
āyer gonna make me cum if you keep doinā that. want that love? want me to fill yer pretty little cunt up? āave me leakinā out of you all night?ā
at some point the words stop and shift into unintelligible gasps and curses; moans of your name and of a god's he doesn't believe in.
and when he actually does cum it's with a noise that you feel as much as you hear. pressing his hips flush against yours so he spills deep inside you as a cry claws its way out of him; something semi-feral that you'd think was pain if it wasn't for the way he's looking down at you with glassy brown eyes rimmed with blonde lashed and an expression of utter peace.
currently having thoughts about the 141 having a team dinner at johnās house during one of their breaks, forgetting that he hasnāt really told them that he was married.
so imagine their shock when the door swings open and youāre standing their, apron around your waist and flour sprinkled across your cheeks and clothes. ācāmon in, boys! you can leave your boots at the door by johnās. iām just finishing up the mashā and just as their brains begin firing and the questions begin forming on their tongues, youāre disappearing down the hall and presumably toward the kitchen, leaving the three of them dumbfounded and toeing off their boots obediently.
kyleās finally the first one to ask the meek question of āso, howād ya meet the missus, capān?ā while all of you are halfway through dinner, plates half full and drinks half empty. none of them miss the giggle you let out or the way one of your eyebrows raises as your hand reaches to pinch at johnās cheek.
āyā never told āem how we met? do they even know how i was your captain first? where else did you learn all you know now, baby?ā
He's a recon guy, he does his research. First few dates he says enough to keep the conversation going but he's focused on listening, watching, observing.
He sees how you eat, how you talk, how you walk, fuck he's cataloging how you sit. And he's comprehending what you say, actively filing things away. All these little gold nuggets of info.
So that when date 3 or 4 comes around youre left stuttering and bashful as all hell because you've never had a guy put in so much fucking effort? Like:
You need him to be direct? "I'm looking for something long-term, marriage - preferably within 2 years but I can be flexible. Do you wanna talk about how you feel regarding children and see if we align?"
Want him to show that he thinks of you even ehen you arent around? "Hey I'm back, I know you like the pubs wings so I grabbed you a box, had to fight the boys off it."
Want him to pull his weight and be an active equal partner? "Hey I just finished grabbing the groceries, I grabbed stuff for a new recipe - did you want me to grab anything special on my way out?" Or "Hey hand me any cups you've got I'm about to do the dishes, let me finish that and I'll seperate my clothes so you can do the laundry."
He's just...so fucking capable and genuinely wants the relationship to work and be successful. He takes pride in keeping a happy home and an even happier significant other.
Yall have long talks about the distance and strain his job causes. Very good with check-ins to make sure you aren't feeling neglected and he's not feeling lonely or overly stressed.
Communication and observation KING.
And he's loving!! He's a forhead kisses, gotta be touching you at night, walks on the outside of the sidewalk kinda guy! He'll link pinkies while yall walk, randomly lean over to kiss you "cause I(he) wanted to" with the cutest little smile. Sets up photoshoots for holidays and special events so he can have pictures of the two of yall (sends his family Christmas cards of yall).
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Hey guys! Just a little update on where Iām at and whatās going on with me below the cut (nothing bad!)
So a month or two ago, I said that I was coming back and would start writing again. I thought that life was going to slow down a little. But itās really starting to seem like this year is going to be nonstop and Iām not quite sure when things will slow down again. Everything is going wonderfully, I just have less time for tumblr than Iāve ever had in the past.
A lot of my energy is going to myself, healthy habits, and things that make me happy now (all things Iāve ignored for a while). My writing energy has turned towards personal projects.
This is all just to say that Iām not sure when Iāll be writing on here again. Iām definitely not leaving or never writing on here again! It just seems like Iāll have to wait for inspiration, time, and energy to all align to write a fic on here. I could post a fic next week or in a few months, I donāt really know.
Iāve said āIām coming back to writing on here!ā a few times now, thinking that surely things were about to slow down, but that obviously hasnāt worked out. So this is me just kind of shrugging and going āeh, who knowsā