river, moon (part 4)
young teacher frank ! x single mom reader ! frank comes for a home visit and shenanigans occur nsfw LONG ASS PATRT LONG AS FUCK !
also! I know a lot of these things are not logistical for irl. but ALLOW IT this is a FICTION THIS ISN'T REAL! I WISH IT WAS ! btw: there is two more parts after this one! one final and then an epilogue. hm. kisses
you spend the next two hours of the library trip avoiding each other while making eye contact like new kids in class. at one point he over hears a joke you made to a fellow mother, something idiotic and simple- like a pun about check-out from the library, and he giggles like a fucking school girl. you walk by him- pretending to go get elsie may, so you can pinch his shoulder, dashing by him so he reigns himself in.
elsie may fights the drive back to the nursery- complaining "mama-mama my my lionery- I get to stay" you kiss her head and bring her over for some one to one cool down time. but it doesn't work- you have to assume she hasn't napped enough. she starts to tear up when you remind her you gave to go get her homework baby-it's only a ten minute- "mama, im not going-cold lionery warm, don't want-" as elsie may starts to stomp her feet and wail, frank rushes over and kneels down next to the pair of you. "what's the prob, bug?"
elsie hides her face in your shoulder, so you speak over her grumpy puffs of breath. someone thinks its "too cold to go and she like the lionery" and frank nods knowingly, getting on his knees and waddling over. "hey hey, elsie may?" and she shakes her head, mumbling nuh-uh as she hides her face deeper in your sweater. you kiss her head and mumble frankie's trying' to say hi lady- and she still burrows in, but speaks loudly with a mouthful of your sweater "I-uhm hearprpumyouframnbie".
frank laughs, puts his hands on his knees and speaks slow and easy, keeping his vocal timber down so elsie has something to focus on. "its just a drive bug, you can sit between your buds on the way back and then- you can wait in the car okay? don't have to go in the big red door? I gotta pick up your homewor-" and frankie's coming over to help out with your math, right?
frank's brows furrow, he smiles lopsidedly and nods while holding eye contact with you. a non-verbal conversation. you feel elsie wriggle out of your arms and jump over to frank- wiping her snot marks and tears on her striped sleeve, jumping to slap her hands down on franks knees and smile as widely as she can. "math, I bad-you coming, we make cocoa?" "yeah bug, ha-ease up a lil' huh? we can make cocoa-okay? lets get some water on that face huh?" elsie grabs at franks hand and tries to show him to the bathroom. he looks over his shoulder, while he's being tugged away and mouths "I love cocoa". you struggle to hide a laugh.
getting the kids in the car is now far easier with a slightly tuckered out bunch and an energised group of parents and teachers. 2 out of 4 kids are fast asleep in the back of you car, bratney however, is desperate for an evening walk. elsie is wide awake, she hasn't stopped kicking her legs about and mumbling "frankie" under her breath as if she's casting a spell. you and frank don't really talk on the drive back. that argumentative energy dispersed at the fact you did just fuck on company time.
when you pull up to the nursery- frank whispers over "just wait here, yeah?" to you, kissing his fingertips then grazing your thigh. indirect and sweet. it's almost too motional for you. he kicks into drive, jumping into teacher mode to get the three kids who aren't yours out of the back seat and matching them into the car line. you can watch frank weave and bob through crowds of parents and teachers, kids and otherwise to get his compact body in the little red door, it takes around 10 minutes, till you see him come back through. he's carrying his backpack, a small work book-a coffee to-go cup and the leather strap of his shoulder bag in his teeth- like a falling jenga tower- perfectly organised and utterly chaotic. you feel a bite in your chest. he is so good.
he knocks on elsie may's window and she giggles so loud you joke about it shaking the car. he tumbles his piles of junk into the passenger seat and buckles himself in again. "right, math? cocoa?" and elsie is still squealing and kicking the seat. miss may, don't kick the poor man- "hey-hey im not working, you aren't either, let her kick out- she's just happy, right bug?". elsie may is humming the name frankie. the drive back, frank lets himself go a little. it's too nice to hear him say fuck and mean it. "its a-its a great job, I love the kids-but fuck, its actually so-so fucking loud sometimes, yknow? I mean I bet all jobs are, but a teachers wage is a teachers wage, so like- I can deal, but as much as im paid to deal- everything I do for the kids is extra cause they're good, good fucking kids-"
he's so passionate. and he gets it- but he is a whole fucking person. not a caricature of good teacher with a hot voice and nice hands. he's cool. sketches out drawings as you find out- loves music and rock and roll. he's fucking amazing. really amazing. and stupid, and slightly annoying. he joins in with elsie may when she chants frosty even though she was so freezing cold not but an hour ago. you look over your arm at him smiling slightly and sticking his tongue out through his teeth. asshole.
he shucks his shoes off when you get home, elsie may pulling him to the dinner table. you've never seen her so excited for math, let alone sitting still for longer than 10 minutes. she rushes and pulls out three chairs, one for each of you- bratney runs to the couch and slops down. frankie laughing when he tucks a chair back under the table. elsie looks at him confused. he taps his lap and elsie laughs as she climbs up his legs to point at the table. "I not to little for math? mama said I don't gotta know-know math" you laugh as you move around the kitchen, frank laughing too- "she's too little for math?"
well, she just wants to learn everything yknow? and I'm-i can do math, but its complicated- I know she's smart, but like- when do you push instead of like,uhm- keep her grounded? frank laughs again, as he hands elsie a pen. actually taking stock of your hilariously clean house. that he is sitting in. off the clock. he thinks about how he's practically using Elsies intelligence to get closer to her pretty mom. if this was a ethics course in university- he'd be fucking failing.
"elsie, miss bug- do you wanna do math or do you wanna hang out?" you and her look at him semi-shocked and semi-confused. he laughs at the ways your expressions match up. elsie puts the pen down and looks at him. "we don't math?" "we don't gotta math, kiddo- we could watch a movie, or-or something else?" "MAMA-WE GOTTA SHOW HIM-SHOW HIM-MOVIE-BESTMOVIE-MAMA-MAA-"
you erupt into laughter as you pick up elsie from frank's lap. nodding your head to the stove, mumbling finish the cocoa- he nods and does the same and you run to find the dvd before Elsie does.
elsie plants herself on the couch, near the arm rest- giving ample space for your and frank to sit next to one another. huh. you chuck in tangled and he laughs at the sound of the loading screen. "you think I wouldn't know this movie miss may?" he shouts from the kitchen, carrying in three mugs of cocoa to the living room. elsie giggles and mumbles "I dunno-" as he plants himself next to you as the movie loads up.
elsie laughs and sings along for the first 20 minutes, finishing her cocoa as soon as its cold enough. she starts to drift off- obviously still tired from the big day out. she falls asleep as "ive got a dream" starts to play. when frank notices. he kicks his legs against yours, nudging the volume of the movie down so you can talk. like actually talk.
so. "so?" so what do you, like- shit im sorry I haven't "me either, I mean not since I started working at the school- I hope I didn't cross a bound-" no-no not at all. I mean if I get fired yeah ill blame you, but- I haven't like, felt that good in years- "oh. great. good well. I uhm. thats what I want to do." you want to feel good? "I think you- you deserve to feel good, I mean. we could feel good-feel good together. I think. look- shit. I don't know how good we could be at keeping a fucking secret- and we haven't even fucked yet so we could fuck and I could be the worst you've ever fucking had-but like. I want to-to make each other feel-feel good, and I like- like you I guess, I don't fucking' know."
you laugh, then kick your legs against his. he kicks back, till your half play fighting as to not wake elsie-may up. you haven't felt this young in years- pretending to be a perfect grown up for your daughter, when in reality you're fucking 23. thats barely anything. you giggle as you reach out a hand and squeeze at his arm. he flushes a copper colour and you decide to be fair and whisper shall we get her to bed? franks nods- pointing the the door with a bright yellow sun on it. yeah-yeah thats her room
she stays asleep the whole time. you carry her on your hip as you brush her teeth while she's half asleep. frank watches from the bathroom door. avoiding eye contact while he asks the questions he knows he shouldn't ask- "in- in your file, the dad was listed as-uh" he's not in the picture, at-at all. "so I don't have to worry about some guy knocking on my door saying im raising his daughter?" don't you get that enough being a teacher like, anyway? "you know what I mean-" he's not good, he's like. as far out of the picture as you can imagine.frank nods, once, twice. the looks into your face as you help a half-awake elsie may spit out some toothpaste. "im sorry, for asking. just. if we're getting personal I would like want to know-" its fine, she knows, just, don't say p e r s o n a l in front of the baby, she's just gonna ask what it means.
you walk over with her as he closes in on you too. he kisses her forehead and then looks up at you. god. it is worse that he fits- the fact he fits so well. you could see him, making breakfast in the morning and driving your car. you can imagine him walking bratney- dancing around the kitchen with elsie may. kissing your neck as you do the dishes. its so fast, incredibly quick for a new mother to trust anyone immediately. but you know elsie is safe with him. you just don't know if you are.
when elsie is safe in her bed, frank moves to circle the couch like a dog. awkward. fulls of nerves and excitement. ready to get going, not wanting to rush you. you just walk past him, leaving your bedroom door open as you dive in to stirp off your socks.
as he comes in, his head swivels as your room comes into full view. its the only room you've majorly moved into. its like a snapshot into your head. books used as bedside tables, coffee mugs strewn around the room. an ashtray hidden by your window. a framed poster of "attack of the 50 foot woman" above you're dresser. when he looks to you, finally seeing you outside of any context you have been spotted in before by him. he finally, really sees all of you. it bangs his chest when he thinks about knowing more. wanting to know more.
he walks over to you, moving to stand in front of you from where your sat on the bed. your jaw tilting to look up at him. he places a hand on the side of your face and mumbles "im really, really happy here-" you kiss his palm, pull him forward by his belt loops so you can kiss his stomach. he puffs out a slow breath as you move to un-button his trousers. do you-what do- he smiles, leaning down to kiss over your face slow and purposeful. "lets just, go with it-"
going with it means making out for around 45 minutes, grinding into each other with a strong sensation of will we/won't we. frank whines as you tug a hand through his hair, grabbing at your lower back while staying respectful. you lead slightly- letting him cower his face into your neck when you push your hips into his frankie-do-do you have "protection?" uh-mnphyeah-yeah "yeah ive got some, wait-wait here-" he kisses your cheeks while you giggle at his boy-ish enthusiasm.
he scrambles, trousers tugged around his hips, his ridiculous pink boxers on full show. he looks fucking cute- as he turns around holding a black wrapper in his teeth, brow worried by cheeks rosy. you smile as he climbs up onto the bed. pulling him down by the shoulders to meet you pink? baby-baby pink? "you don't think my ass looks cute in em'?" you let yourself actually laugh as he moves to roll your trousers down, mumbling something about an eye for an eye, as he exposed you to him. he kisses over your face, eyes slightly teary- pressing the word beautiful into the whole of your scalp.
you help in roll the condom on, while you keep your mouth intertwined, both because you can't stop kissing him, but if you move your mouth away he whines like a puppy. as he lines himself up- you look over his face from where it is above you. lock eyes with him as he whimpers "please-please let me have it-ill be-ill be so good, it'll feel great, I want it-ohgod, please sweetheart-"
you nod, as he pushes himself inside you, letting a high pitched moan out of the back of his throat "fuck-it's-it's amazing" and you nod the whole while. he pulls and pushes himself in and out slowly- kissing over your shoulders, collarbones- up and down your neck as he slots perfectly in place. he whines again, slowing his movements due to how tight you are- you press your heels into his lower back, spring him on. go faster, move quicker, he does finally once you say frankie-frank it feels so good, you're-youre so good,-
he moans, then takes a mouthful of the skin on your shoulder, and speeds himself up. rolling his hips back and forth and back and forth till your thighs shake around his hips. you kiss over his eyelids as they flutter shut in front of you, moaning as quietly as the pleasure will allow you. when his thrusts turn sloppy-when his eyes scrunch together as he pants out a laugh "I need to make you-you let me touch-" you can see that he's keeping himself in one piece as he fucks his hips up and into you- giving himself enough space so he can rub circles again into your clit.
you feel your spine tightening as you raise your shoulders to lean up and kiss him again as you mumble im-imsoclose, I-fuck-are you close, close? frankie nods, whines "please, please-fuck cmon, to-together-" and you nod again, letting everything slot perfectly together one more time. he pushes himself deeper into you when he comes, riding his orgasm out while biting at your neck- muffling his voice to keep himself quiet. you feel like lit static, something vibrating around your gut and palms- as you bite your lip to keep yourself quiet in return.
there's a moment, when you're both cleaned up and lying close to each other in bed, where you think he's gonna call a cab and go home. keep everything as far away from elsie may as possible. but that doesn't happen. he reaches out a hand, grabs yours and pulls it too his chest. then mumbles, sleepily. "im not gonna let you go-"
he holds on tight till the morning.
