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Fix You - Chapter 9: Pour Some Sugar on Me

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader (Physical Description neutral. The moodboard is just a moodbaord)

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Chapter Summary: Frankie and you spend a lazy day at together

Word Count: 7200

Rating: E, 18+

Chapter Warnings: Legal age gap (10+ years), cussing, smut, fingering, oral (f rec), P in V, sex with food, cumplay, SLIGHT innocence kink if you don’t blink, TOOTHrotting fluff.

A/N: Hiiiiii! Thank you guys for being so patient! You know that post that’s like “Fic writers be out here having XYZ traumatic things happen to them then be like ‘anyways here’s the new chapter’?” That’s literally me. It took some time for me to get back in the groove, and I was going to head right into another heavy chapter but I couldn’t get into the vibe. I shifted instead into just doing some light fluff, and I think it actually works better this way. I want to reassure you that this fic will remain a reader insert and vague in Flower’s physical description. Any pics I use in a moodboard is just a pic. Wildflower is YOU. I hope you enjoy!

Suggested Songs: "Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard, “This Year’s Love” by David Grey, “Heavenly” by Cigarettes After Sex, “You Got It” by Roy Orbison, “Lucky Man” by The Verve, “Go to Town” by Doja Cat

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Waking up in his arms was your new favorite thing.

You crack your eyes open slowly, relieved it’s still dark out, the room barely lit so only the shadows and silhouettes of his sparse bedroom furniture are visible. Good. You’re still tired, you never were a successful early riser. You close your eyes again and inhale deeply, the scent of him surrounding you like a weighted blanket or the heavy arm slung loosely about your waist. His scent is always soothing, filling you with an instant wave of serotonin, of safety and comfort, but there’s just something else about his sleeping smell. Muskier but more mellow, a warm envelope of pheromones your body gravitates to.

Your nose is smooshed against his chest slightly, your face resting on his other flung out forearm. Trailing your fingers slightly across his little love handle, you lightly nuzzle your face into the soft sparse chest hair between his pecs, making sure not to move too much and wake him. It’s rare he isn’t the one to wake first, even if he goes right back to sleep after.

Your thoughts drift to how easy this is, how effortless being with him is. How quickly his embrace has become your favorite source of stability and reassurance, and you try to think if anyone else had made you feel like this. It’s like every person before him was a paltry mockery of what cuddling felt like. What love felt like. Because that’s what it feels like, he pours his love into his embrace and you desperately want to absorb as much of it as you can.

You wish you could say it. You want to say it. But as safe as you feel in his arms, as much as you think you can feel his care, or love, or whatever in his body, past experience is a hard trigger response to get over. If he doesn’t feel the same, or not yet, or if he does and everything falls apart, you know now you’re in too deep that it would absolutely break you. And that is terrifying. You’d tried so hard to not fall, tried so hard to keep some of those walls you built up around the deepest parts of your heart. You chide yourself for your ridiculous hopeless romanticism, how quickly you allowed him to burrow into your heart and break those walls down.

His arms suddenly enclose more around you, pulling you tighter into the warmth of his body as a deep rumbling hum vibrates through his chest against your cheek. You allow him to carry you away from the negative thoughts threatening to ruin this moment. He shifts slightly, adjusting his head on the pillow with a deep inhale.

He hums again louder as he begins to rouse, bending his neck to bury his face in your hair, taking in your “coconut hair smell” he told you he is obsessed with.

“Baby.” He whispers. “You awake?”

You don’t know why but you don’t respond, keeping your breath even to try to keep him from knowing you’re awake. Why? It’s not like it’s a secret you woke first, a rule broken. Maybe you want to just allow him the ability to go right back to sleep if he wants. Maybe you want to see what he does when he thinks you’re asleep. You try to keep yourself from smiling excitedly as you remember how he really enjoys waking you up.

But it takes a turn you don’t expect at all.

His arm slowly moves to the back of your head, hand gently gathering your mess of hair and smoothing it oh so lightly up and over you the crown of your head to the base of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your head as he cups your neck to him.

“Honey.” He turns his cheek to rest it atop your head when you remain silent. It’s quiet for so long you think he must have fallen back asleep until he speaks again, his voice so wispy and low you can barely hear him.

“I…” He trails off, lifting his hand to once again run it over the crown of your head and down one more time, thumb barely moving back and forth in the whisper of a caress against the side of it.

“You’re everything to me.” He sighs. It’s so hard to hear you question whether you’re hearing him correctly, but it feels like your insides get in a car accident, your heart slamming to a halt in a sudden jolt of adrenaline, and you struggle not to breathe harder, or move, or swallow, or show any sign that his words are making your heart bounce around in your chest like a ping pong ball.

“Do you know?” He whispers again. And again, you keep silent, internally begging him to continue. “I wish I could tell you.”

Silence again. Then- “Stay. Don’t ever leave. Even if I fuck up.”

Your heart quivers at his words, and it takes everything in you not to fling your arms around his neck and kiss him, reassure him, tell him you’ll never leave, that you are so incredibly and undeniably in love with him. But you don’t. You don’t, because he doesn’t think you hear him. He confided something into the silence and trust of the darkness and you don’t want to violate that, don’t want to steamroll over him with interpretations of what you think he must mean of what you think you heard.

He exhales softly and squeezes you into him, nuzzling into your scalp as he fades back into sleep, and eventually your heart stops pounding and you do too.

When Frankie stirs again, the warm late June sun is streaming in ribbons through his shades. He yawns and moves to stretch, realizing immediately that stretching is impossible because the two of you are completely wrapped around each other. He smiles sleepily and strokes your back through one of his ratty tees trying to figure out the best way to extricate himself from your spider monkey grip. One of your legs is thrust in between his as you lie facing each other, your head tucked in against his sternum and one of your arms flung and dangling over his shoulder.

Okay, maybe he didn’t want to get up. He huffs out a light chuckle as he takes in as much of your adorable little sleeping face as he can. He can feel your mouth is slightly open today, a tiny little wet patch marking the skin of his chest like you’d drooled a little bit. It surprisingly isn’t gross in the slightest to him and he revels in the fact that you feel so comfortable with him that you sleep that deeply in his arms.

He can’t help but think about the complete difference between you and Lex. He would never admit it to anyone, but he was a cuddler to the point of being touch-starved, always wanting to touch and be touched, wrapped around his partner, clinging to them all through the night. It had always bothered Lex. She needed her space to sleep and would complain about being too hot, being uncomfortable, his breath on her back annoying her, or feeling too cramped. He got used to it, like he was back in the military and sleeping alone in a tiny cot bed. But now, he basks in the pleasure of just being able to hold. To entangle himself in another person. To give everything he wants to give and have it accepted in full.

He rubs your back a little harder, feeling you stir against his chest, and he pulls you in closer, savoring just experiencing waking up with you. He remembers the words he confessed last night as you slept, wishing he could ask you to stay every night or just fucking move in already, but the two of you hadn’t even told Gabriela you were dating yet. It’s too soon.

“Morning.” You croak out. He smiles at the sound of your raspy morning “dragon voice” and pulls back to gaze adoringly at your face.

“Morning. Sleep ok?”

“Mmmmmmm always sleep good with you, Cat. So comfy.” You slide your hand down to his bare waist and squeeze his side gently, nudging him back closer to you.

“Being chubby comes in handy sometimes.” He sniggers, and you abruptly pull out of his arms and sit up and push his back flat to the mattress, glaring with a furrowed brow.

“What?!”

“I...just said my fat came in handy-”

“Excuse me, you are NOT chubby. What are you talking about?”

He stares at you incredulously for a beat before reaching down to his tummy and squeezing the roll there.

“Are you kidding? Look at all this.”

You huff and slap his hands away and he laughs as he pretends you wounded him.

“I will have you know that this teeny little tummy is one of my most favorite things about your body, and I would appreciate you not being so mean to it.” You snip before promptly dropping your head to his belly with a soft plop.

He’s quiet for a few moments. “Really?”

You turn your head towards him, your body following as you roll to your side to look up at him, your eyebrows arching towards your hairline. “Yea. I’m sure I’ve told you this before.”

“Guess I’m not used to it.” He smiles sheepishly and cups your cheek in his palm. “Thanks baby. Sometimes it’s hard not to compare when I’m standing next to Will or Benny.”

You snort. “Cuddling with Will must feel like cuddling a plank of driftwood. Hard as a rock. Good thing he’s so cute.”

“Oh, he’s cute is he? Okay.” Frankie teases, sitting up halfway and diving towards you to tickle to your waist. You shriek in glee and take advantage of his exposed weak spot, pressing your face to his tummy to lathe your tongue across the sensitive skin under his belly button. He jerks, switching to try and pull you off him but your arm is wrapped around his thighs and your grip is locked in so you continue to lathe and lick all over the expanse of his stomach, relishing in the high pitched gasps and giggles he lets out from the assault.

Eventually you slow, relaxing your arms around his thigh as he settles until you’re just kissing him. Little pecks and kisses from his belly button down his little happy trail and across the seam of his boxer briefs as he rumbles in content.

“Alright..” He mumbles in time, shifting upwards again. “Lemme up.”

“Noooooo!” You whine, wrapping your arms and legs back around him to keep him from getting up.

“Was gonna make coffee.” He whines back. “Maybe some waffles. Hungry?”

You release him immediately. “Ooooooo yes please!”

He laughs and gets up, pulling on those damn grey sweatpants again before turning to kiss you on the forehead. You smack his butt lightly as he walks away. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

After he leaves the room, you stretch your limbs out across his bed, turning to bury your face in his pillow to smell him some more before you get up.

Eventually you do get up, wash your face, brush your teeth, and head down the hall to the kitchen. Frankie’s playing music from the speakers you helped him set up and you can hear him singing offkey along with it. You grin broadly when you recognize the tune, “You Got It” by Roy Orbison.

Not wanting to disturb him, you quietly tiptoe towards the kitchen and poke your head around the wall to see him shuffling around the kitchen while setting up the espresso maker for your coffees. You can’t help but giggle softly and melt just a little more at how happy he seems moving to the beat of the song.

“One look from you I drift away,

I pray that you are here to stay.

Anything you want, you got it,

Anything you need, you got it,

Anything at all, you got it, BABYYYYYY!”

He’s not even preparing anything at this point as he sings, his husky voice is in no way comparable to how beautiful Roy Orbison’s was, but you find that you love it just as much. It’s so him. Soft. Rough. Slightly unsure, but not one lyrical mistake. Perfect in his own way.

He turns suddenly, catching you watching him and he falters a little, pink tinging his cheeks and the tips of his ears sticking out from his curls. You hate seeing the energy fall, so you continue it and sing the next verse to him, sidling up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Every time I hold you I begin to understand,

Everything about you tells me I'm your man,

I live my life,

To be with you,

No one can do,

The things you dooooooo!”

He laughs as you sing “I’m your man,” eyes crinkling the way you love and shrinking into those fox-like little half moons as he takes your hand and swings you around him in the kitchen, starting an impromptu concert singing the song with each other. His eyebrows raise as you sing the high notes in the bridge with ease, the two of you eventually breaking apart as the song continues while you goofily dance around his kitchen together, not paying any attention to where you were landing in relation to each other. One extra boisterous step to the side and you knock right into him, but he doesn’t mind and pulls you back in his arms, his arm about your waist as the momentum keeps you circling each other for a second.

I'm glad to give my love to you,

I know you feel the way I do,

When you think back on this morning later you know something changed then. The way he looked at you as the moment faded, as you slowed to a halt and the song ended and swelled to a new one with a higher tempo.

His other hand lands on the other side of your waist and he aligns you with his own, looking at you with a expression you haven’t seen from him before, and it feels like his eyes alone, those gentle warm brown eyes, bore into you and kick down whatever other walls and reservations you have protecting your damaged heart. You love him. You love him, more than anything, more than you’ve ever loved anyone, and you never want your life to change from this.

One of your hands moves from his waist to his sternum, threading your fingertips lightly through his chest hair. “I thought you said you were a bad dancer.”

He licks his lips and smirks. “Maybe it’s just you.”

You giggle, standing on your tiptoes to anoint the three little kisses to the moles on his neck before he moves away, patting your butt on his way back to the espresso machine. As it brews, he pulls some waffle ingredients out of the pantry and fridge, dumping them into two bowls before combining them, pouring some maple syrup into a small creamer pitcher and putting that in the microwave to heat. You hop up on the island counter and observe, the peaceful confidence that comes over him in the kitchen is something you’ll never get tired of watching.

He should have told you then, and he chides himself for letting the moment pass when he freezes up again. It would have been perfect. I love you. I love you so much. I thought I’d never have this again and it’s so much better than before. I want you to stay. Stay with me.

Fuck. He busies himself preparing the waffle mix and turns to the island to pull the waffle maker out of the cabinet but he screeches to a halt when he sees you.

You’d taken to wearing some of his more worn out tee shirts he never gets rid of when you sleep over. Band tees, all stretched out and faded, some with some small holes in them and perfectly softened and oversized to drape over your body and flounce out right underneath your butt. It’s a sight he never gets tired of seeing, but today you have chosen not to pull on bottoms due to the extreme heat, and your underwear is on full display as you sit on the counter scrolling through your phone. Your legs are spread slightly, swinging back and forth, your breasts perky and tantalizing under his old ratty Prince tee as you casually dip your finger into the maple syrup he placed there after removing it from the microwave and sucking it off your finger.

And fuck, but today your panties are baby fucking pink, with a white lacy trim and a white fucking bow at the top like it’s a present, wrapped up perfectly just for him. And before he can turn away and focus, you swipe your finger in the syrup again, meeting his gaze innocently as you bring it to your lips and suck it clean.

“What are you doing?” He says, softly but sternly.

You furrow your brow. “I’m having some maple syrup while we wait?”

“You’re just...going to stick your finger in the entire cup?”

You tilt your head and squint at him, a teasing smirk on your lips as you slowly push two of your fingers back into the pitcher, pull up a huge glob of syrup and push it towards your mouth. The syrup is warm and oozes farther out than the surface of your fingers can hold and it drips as it dots across your thighs, but you don’t break eye contact once.

“Yes. You want some?”

His eyes darken as he stalks the few steps towards you, commanding his speakers to be silent, his eyes dropping to your adorable, girly, sexy pink fucking panties. The commanding tone of his voice makes you shiver.

“Yea.”

You move to swipe your finger through the pitcher once more, but he grabs your wrist and shakes his head slowly. “No. I don’t want that syrup.”

“What-”

He drops your wrist, encircling both your swinging ankles in his grip and gently jerks you forward so your ass is almost hanging off the edge of the counter, quickly moving to slot himself between your thighs before you can close them.

“Oh.”

It’s all you can say before he pulls a stool over to sit on and pushes you to lay back on your forearms, your legs splaying out more as you fall back with a gasp.

He groans as you open for him, the present he can finally unwrap. He trails his hands up your calves to the sides of your thighs, leaning down to lick and suck up the droplets of syrup that dripped there. He’s making as much noise doing it as possible, the sound echoing around the silent kitchen and you can’t help but whimper at how blatantly obscene it sounds.

When your thighs are sufficiently clean, he scoots closer and pushes them apart further, leaning down to drag his hooked nose the entire length of your panty covered pussy. He pulls away but returns immediately, nuzzling into the fabric and placing sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses until the cloth is damp with both his saliva and your arousal and you’re whining under him. Enough pressure to tease but not enough to provide relief.

“Frankie -”

He lifts his head and meets your gaze. “What.”

“Please.”

“Please what.” He replies, leaning back on the stool and crossing his arms. “You need to tell me what you need. I want to hear it.”

Your cheeks burn but you’re too far gone to care about begging. “Eat me out...please?”

“I love hearing you beg…” He says, yanking the side of your panties aside and plunges his face right into your folds. You gasp sharply as he meets you and he pulls harder, accidentally tearing the fabric halfway across the front, and he laps up your juices like the maple syrup you’d been eating earlier.

Swirling his tongue at your entrance, he moans, the vibration rocking through you and heightening the sensation drastically and you fall back on one forearm, cupping the back of his head with your other hand.

“Shit...Frankie…”

His pouty lips are swollen from friction and they kiss and suck at you languidly, taking his time to build pressure and work you up without even needing to enter you at all. He moves up and suckles your clit into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the bud and the jolt of pleasure is so strong you lose your balance on your forearm and smack back onto the countertop, slightly banging your head.

“Ow.”

“Oh shit! You okay?” He pops up from beneath you, demeanor completely shifted in his concern.

You laugh. “Yea, I’m good. You can carry on.”

He chuckles back, leaning up and over you to plant a quick kiss to your lips, coating your lips with your own arousal before resuming his original position on the stool. But he doesn’t dive right back in, he hovers for a moment in contemplation until you whine and buck your hips in impatience.

“Baby, please!”

“I’ve changed my mind.” He declares, and you panic immediately at the thought that he is going to abandon you, but instead he grips each end of the torn fabric of your panties and tears them the rest of the way until they fall clean off you. He hums, bringing his hand to his jaw and tracing his jawline.

“I think I do want some maple syrup.”

And then, you’re mind goes fucking blank because he’s pouring the warm syrup from the pitcher directly onto your pussy, the weight, warmth, and drag of it as it runs down you pulling a broken moan from you lips as you collapse back down again. And just before the droplets can reach your other hole, he’s there, lapping with the entire flat of his tongue up your cunt and scooping the syrup now mingled with your juices into his mouth to enjoy.

“Mmmmm. Delicious.” He growls, and goes back for more, licking and sucking the syrup off every inch of you. When he slips a finger into you and returns his mouth to your clit, you feel so completely cracked out from the burning pleasure you think you could cry, but he keeps going slow and steady, keeping you from the pressure you need to cum.

“Cat…” You sob out, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes. “Baby, I need to cum!”

“Tell me what you need to cum.” His finger is still pushing in and out of you slowly.

“I - mmmmm - I need more, I need you to - oh - fuck me, please, fuck me with your fingers.”

“Yea?” He’s panting himself, the sight of you completely fucking wrecked out on his countertop pumping adrenaline through his veins, and he slides a second finger into you, increasing the speed of his thrusts until his knuckles are all but slapping against your pussy with each thrust. He leans down and sucks your clit back into his mouth and then forces a third finger in, grinding his lips against your clit and curling his fingers in and against your walls until you break, curling over him with a shriek and a sob as you cum in his mouth. You can feel him moaning into you as you gush into his mouth before all thought evaporates in a buzzy haze of euphoria.

You can’t move. Your upper body has all but collapsed onto his head and you can barely feel him still kissing you. You moan feebly as he extricates himself, pulling you up and crushing you to his chest.

Your breath is heaving in pants against his chest and he just stands and holds you as you catch your breath and recover, as your mind unfogs and the buzzing of your body rescinds, your release dripping onto the counter.

“Jesus fucking christ Frankie.”

He chucks you under your chin to look up at him. “Too much?”

You shake your head. “No. Never. That was - wow. You’re like the king of eating pussy.”

His sudden burst of laughter surprises you and you jerk up, dissolving into giggles yourself at the sight of him.

“What?! You are!”

“Believe it or not, that’s not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“Really?” You raise your eyebrows, the hands around his waist moving to his front to cup the large bulge. “I’m a lucky girl then.”

You barely have time to prepare for him as he crashes his lips to yours, tilting his head and licking into your mouth, his hands sliding to your ass and heaving you up into his arms without breaking contact with you. You sigh into his mouth, wrapping your legs around him and he carries you to the couch, ripping his tee off you and plopping you down with little ceremony, shucking off his sweatpants and boxer briefs to climb over you.

“Then I’m an even luckier guy.” He says as he lifts your hips, then grabs himself and pumps up and down a few times before sliding into you completely in one thrust. “So - fuck - so fucking lucky.”

He lifts one of your legs and sets it atop the couch, pushing the other to the side and down to the floor as he sets a slow but deep pace. You’re so boneless all you can do is enjoy the ride, whimpering and moaning sporadically as he finds his own pleasure, his eyes raking up and down your body from your bouncing tits to where he’s entering you, his pupils black and blown out. He moves a hand to cup around one of them, tweaking the nipple as it jiggles in his palm.

“Comin’ out here, sitting on my fucking counter with your little fucking pink bow panties, looking all sweet and innocent and...FUCK. Is this what you wanted baby?” You can only cry out in reply as he continues to fuck into you slow and deep. “My. Naughty. Girl.” He grunts, punctuating each word with a particularly deep thrust. He’s noisy today, and you whimper and clench around him, reveling in the absolute filth, the beautiful gasps and moans and heaving pants that escape his gaping mouth.

“Baby.” He whines, and the sound is so fucking sexy you clench again, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation as his thrusts begin to move faster. His grip on your waist will surely leave marks, but the thought of that only makes your body burn more.

He shifts and adjusts his angle, grinding his pubic mound against yours just enough to cage your right on the precipice of cumming, but every time you’re almost there he stops, returning to his original pace. He does this three more times as you wriggle against him, searching desperately for the friction you need to cum, but it’s like he knows your body so well he is still able to edge you, backing off at the right time.

“Cat god dammit!” You complain, tears watering up at the corner of your eyes from the pleasure whiplash.

“You - unghh - you know what I need. Words.”

You already knew that’s what he needed, he always wanted you to beg and talk to him, coaxing the dirty words out of you in the throes of your pleasure because he knew it wasn’t something you’d done a lot before, and the thought of that drove him crazy. Only he could get you talking like this. Only he could make you feel like this while he’s inside you.

“Fr- Francisco...please let me cum…”

“Fuck, yes.” He growls at you using his full name, winding his hand off your breast to press against your clit, increasing speed and pressure while he grinds into you again. But what really does it is the way he looks. His eyes squeezed shut in concentration so he doesn’t cum before you can, that beautiful chin tilted upwards, the tendons and chords of his neck muscles on display. The sweat gathering in the hair on his chest. His other hand holding you open, pressing your calf down into the top cushions of the couch, forearms flexing and straining with effort. That perfect abdomen and belly puffing and receding as he panted through his pouty gaping lips. And out of those lips he releases a guttural groan, the sound so deep and feral you shatter, all the tingling in your body focusing in at one point and rushing out all at once.

The sight of you cumming on his cock, your back arching off the couch and your leg trembling under his grasp is breathtaking, one of the most beautiful things Frankie thinks he’s ever seen, and he slows down as you tighten around him to ward off his own orgasm.

As you settle he pulls himself almost completely out of you, staring at your juices covering him liberally. “Jesus, fuck baby, fucking soaked my cock.” He growls before pushing back in, transfixed at the way you open and spread for him, repeating the motion over and over.

You hum, still reveling in the post bliss wave of your climax. You reach out to him, placing a hand on each of his hips and trailing them upwards and settling them on his pecs, pinching his nipples lightly. He gasps sharply in response and pulls your hips closer into him, leaning down over you with his arms framing your head, his pace speeding up as he chases his orgasm. The room fills with the sound of sweaty skin slapping on sweaty skin, your whimpers, his pants and grunts as he gets closer and closer.

You can feel him tensing, you know he’s close so you wrap your arms around his back, pressing the crescents of your nails into his back and dragging them down. He hisses and stutters, pulling back abruptly.

“Baby. Can I - can I cum on your - your tits? So fucking perfect…”

“Yes.” You gasp. “I want you to. Cum on me baby.”

“Push ‘em, push em’ together.” You do as he asks and he groans one last time before he pulls out, shuffles up your torso, strokes himself three times and cums, spurting warm droplets all over your breasts, his head flung back and covered in sweat. His chest is heaving, tummy flexing and he wilts over you, almost sitting on your stomach but unloading most of the burden on the couch cushions he leans against. His cock is still somewhat hard, and he focuses his gaze on his work, pushing his hips minutely forward and back through the valley between your tits, rubbing you with his softening length and smearing his juices around.

Your cheeks burn under his eye contact but you don’t look away. You pull your arms free and swipe your finger in the puddle of his cum and bring it to your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip and sucking it into your mouth.

“Fuck me, I am a lucky man.” He finally flops backwards onto the unoccupied side of the couch, your limbs in between each other as you regain your composure.

“Well now I’m definitely hungry.”

Frankie bursts into laughter, even more as he tries to drunkenly pull himself back to a seated position. When he finally makes it he places a kiss on your knee and stands, heading naked and glorious to the kitchen to grab a towel to clean you up.

“Frankie. Did we close the curtains?”

“Nope!” He replies as he moves back to you and takes a seat on the edge of the couch next to you, gently wiping you clean. “If anyone’s looking they got the whole view.”

You laugh together as you get re-dressed, finally making it back to the kitchen to enjoy that breakfast of espresso and handmade waffles.

The day ends up being beautiful, and you and Frankie decide to take the opportunity to take a walk and enjoy the sunshine. He finally takes you down to the lake at the back of the house, and you spend some time walking up and down the trail admiring the view before returning to the dock near his house and sitting down together.

Frankie sits cross-legged and you’re leaning back into his arms, his fingers stroking and playing with pieces of your hair as you bask in the vitamin D and the beautiful view.

“It’s so pretty here. Does anyone ever swim in here?”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t. There’s gators in there.”

“What? No there isn’t, this far North?”

“Yep. It’s why I installed such a high fence around the backyard.”

“Shit. Are we safe here?” You’ve never seen an alligator except in the zoo, and you sit up and look around the lake shore in concern.

“Yea you’re fine. I just wouldn’t get in the water. That’s their home. It’s different in there.” He pulls you back against him, and you quiet for a time enjoying the sounds of the water birds and swamp trees rustling in the breeze.

“They’re cool though.” He says. “Like dinosaurs. I kind of like them. They’ve been on this Earth forever and have barely changed at all. The perfect predator.”

“Hmmmm so you were a dinosaur kid then?”

He smiles down at you, squinting in the sunlight. You’d forgotten your sunglasses for your walk and he’d given you his aviators. The frames were too big for you, and it made you look absolutely adorable to him. “I was an ‘everything’ kid. Anything we could afford. You?”

“I was definitely a dinosaur kid. Much to the chagrin of my mother. Another grievance to add to the gigantic list she has against me.”

“What about your dad?”

“He’s great. I love him, best guy I know, other than you I mean.”

“Awwww thanks babe.” He leans over you and plops a messy upside down kiss to your lips. “They must miss you with you down here.”

“I guess.”

“You don’t know?”

“I’m sure they do, but we never really talk about it. We just don’t talk to each other much. It’s nothing dramatic. We’ve just never been a family to call each other a lot. Sometimes I go a month without talking to them.”

Frankie whistles. “My mama would kill me if I went that long without calling her.”

“Must have been tough for her when you were in the military.”

He nods, the conversation dying down as it usually does when his deployments were brought up, but you never mind, and he resumes playing with your hair.

He tries to distract himself in each strand, the way all the colors come together and glint in the sunlight so he doesn’t have to think about your parents, how they must miss you, how they must want you to come home, what happens when you’re done with school. Would you go home? You parents, your friends, they’re all there, and it seems completely out of reason that you would choose to stay here. His heart clenches in his chest at the thought of you leaving, but he pushes those thoughts aside. You don’t graduate for a year and a half, and the time to worry about this is not right now. He re-focuses his attention back on the water, the sun, you, and the life that you have in this moment.

The rest of the day is spent doing nothing at all, but it always holds true that these are often the kinds of days you remember the most, and Frankie had a way of making anything enjoyable, even just by existing on the couch next to you.

After walking back up to the house the two of you lounged in the hammock together watching Tiktok videos, you had recently introduced Frankie to the app and he enjoyed watching the funny ones together with you and would often request it. Eventually you moved back inside, getting cozy together on the couch and binge-watching the back end of season four of Game of Thrones, pausing only to order some takeout.

But now you were in the bedroom, sequestering yourself after telling Frankie you could not watch the penultimate episode with him. He was confused, but left you alone about it and you took the time to run through your Duolingo lesson for the day.

You had decided to start learning Spanish, thinking it would be helpful to be able to talk to Gabriela and Frankie that way. It wasn’t a secret, but you hadn't told Frankie yet so it could possibly be a little surprise. But you didn’t have a lot of money. Frankie paid you well, but it was still a part-time job that didn’t justify buying a two hundred dollar Rosetta Stone program. You’d settled on the free Duolingo, but you were finding that it wasn’t really good for much beyond random conversational phrases.

You heave a sigh as you finish your lesson, tossing your phone on the comforter in frustration. Maybe I should get a workbook, you think. Your mind shifts, focusing on the din of the tv coming from the other room. Muffled yelling. Muffled crowd sounds. Almost time then.

Your heart rate is speeding up as if you were actually watching it and you can’t wait to see what he thinks once he’s done. You try to distract yourself by thinking about the upcoming holiday, what fun things you could do to spend July Fourth. You wonder if the guys have any traditions or things they like to do. Maybe you would try to set something up.

You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t even realize he has finished the episode, and you startle when he bangs open the door in an absolute rage.

“What. The. Fuck.”

You raise your eyebrows. “All done then?”

He’s pacing back and forth in front of the bed almost frothing at the mouth, and it takes everything in you to not laugh at his passionate reaction. “Yes I’m fucking done, and WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Uh oh. Didn’t like it?”

He pauses, turning towards where you’re perched on the bed, his brow relaxing slightly into an expression of angry pensiveness rather than outright rage. “I liked it but that was not how I expected it to go and now I’m angry because it’s just so fucking basic! He had him! He had him right there! And then he has to go off on his fucking monologue and dies?! What the FUCK! I’m so fucking mad at him!”

“They really make you think for a moment it’ll work out, huh?”

He begins pacing again. “It’s probably the most basic thing any soldier is taught, keep your emotions out of it! Stay focused! You can’t - you can’t think about your revenge, or your reasons, or people you care about, or who you’re shooting, you just gotta turn that shit off and fucking EXECUTE. KILL THEM! Get the job done! You need to focus on the mission and your surroundings and getting rid of anything in your way in the most expedient way possible with the least amount of damage to your own. I want to punch him in the face! Idiot!”

He’s clearly worked himself up into a ramble at this point, he has never gotten so close to talking about what exactly he had to do in Special Forces to you before, always dancing around the topic whenever he discusses his deployments and you don’t want to upset him or cut him off, so you wait patiently and quietly.

He heaves a large sigh and stops again in front of you, biting his lip as he realizes he may have said too much, been too callous.

“See, this is why I can’t watch it. First of all, it's disgusting. Second of all, I love him, so it’s hard to watch him lose and die. Third of all, exactly like you said. This is not the time to monologue! You have him on his back! Finish the job!

His tension relaxes slightly as he sees he didn’t make you uncomfortable. “Exactly. Now what’s going to happen to Tyrion?”

You hum and shrug nonchalantly, shuffling forward to the foot of the bed and swinging your legs on either side of his legs, framing his body within your thighs. “Who knows…” You tease as you wrap your arms around his low waist, nosing up his tee shirt enough to press little kisses to his stomach.

“You do.” He chuckles.

“No spoilers.” You chide before nuzzling into the soft puff of his tummy, the thin hairs of his happy trail tickling the tip of your nose, your lips. You kiss him open-mouthed over that little path, leaving a light trail of saliva to coat the hairs flat before giving him soft pecks again. Next to his belly button, above it, to the other side and back down, before finally resting the side of your face against him.

He softens under you, and when you look up at him he bends down to kiss you on the lips, suckling your bottom lip lightly before tilting his head and deepening the kiss. But before you can pull him in closer, he pulls away, moving to change into his pajamas, and you do the same.

Once you're nestled in his strong arms, he turns out the light and you ask, “Do you have any plans for July Fourth?”

He strokes the skin of your shoulder. “Gabriela’s spending July Fourth with Lex. The guys and I usually get together and have some beers and a barbecue a few days before, but we don’t do anything on the actual day.”

“Oh.”

“But...you should come hang with us when we do, and if you want to come over here on the Fourth I'm happy to have you.”

You’re glad Frankie has already turned the lights off so he can’t see your face twist in confusion. Why wouldn’t they celebrate on the actual day? After several minutes trying to figure it out, you chalk it up to the fact that the Fourth is on a Sunday this year and they probably don’t want to party the day before a work day. But it’s no big loss to you, the Fourth was a holiday you didn’t have much of an opinion on, and you were excited to see everyone no matter the day.

“I can hear your mind spinning around.” Frankie mumbles.

“Sorry.” You laugh. “You know how my head gets around bedtime sometimes. Can’t turn it off.”

“Anything in particular?”

“No, just bullshit.”

You are suddenly rolled onto your back, Frankie’s face barely visible hovering over you, but you can feel his hips slotted against yours.

“Why don’t we try and clear that mind, hmmm?” He husks, as he melts into your body with a kiss.

Chapter 10

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Small Lot Beach House

With interiors by Anne Michaelsen Design, built by Patterson Custom Homes and with architecture by Brandon Architects (recently featured here), this small lot beach house is located in Corona Del Mar neighborhood of Newport Beach, California.

According to the designer, the homeowners (an Orange County couple with adult children that live outside of the home) were looking for a relaxed California seaside/coastal look without being too obviously beachy. They wanted the home to be comfortable enough for everyday living, while still being elegant enough for entertaining guests or throwing a party. The homeowners wanted seamless indoor-outdoor living throughout the home which is achieved by steel doors that completely open up onto the front and side yards and a rooftop lounge with several seating/entertaining spaces, a dining table, and outdoor kitchen/BBQ which has views of the Pacific Ocean and beautiful Corona Del Mar.

Additionally, it was important to them to have interesting and unique interior pieces and styling in order to set the home apart from other similarly designed homes in the area. They love shades of lavender and purple, which you will find throughout the home sometimes in unexpected ways (for example, the marble shower has hints of purple). To complete the seaside look, the designer complemented purple with blues and greens in paint color, furniture, and decor throughout the home.

Find a comfy chair and have a great time seeing this beach house!

Interior Design Ideas: Small Lot Beach House

The exterior of this home features a combination of Limewashed brick and double dipped shingles. Each shingle is dipped before installation rather than painting after installed. Also, notice the beautifully curved balcony.

Windows & Doors: Euroline steel doors and windows.

Roof is made of zinc.

Front Patio

Ample seating with similar color scheme as interior to a consistent flow from exterior to interior.

Exterior Sconces: Urban Electric Co. – Other Affordable Options: here, here, here, here & here.

BBQ

The front patio has a built-in BBQ, burner, built-in beverage cooler and under counter storage.

The built-in bench features outdoor cushions in Sunbrella fabric.

Firepit

The custom firepit features limewash brick and weathered granite.

Refresh your Outdoors:

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Front Door

The front door was custom made to be able to open as a typical dutch door in the center but also to open just at the top ¼ of the door so it can be open when its hot but also prevent the cats from escaping out the front door.

Similar Black Door Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Onyx.

Front door hardware by Emtek.

Lighting: Urban Electric Co.

Living Room

The first story ceilings are T&G in semi-gloss Atrium White by Benjamin Moore.

Coffee Table: To maximize the use of the space we selected a coffee table with 4 ottomans that nestle seamlessly under the table. Table by Marbello Designs and ottomans upholstered in Glant fabric.

Drapery

The Great Room features custom curtain in Zimmer & Rohde’s Edgar and custom drapery holdbacks made of natural Agape.

Sofa

The sofa was designed to have two looks: Upholstered or with a slipcover; upholstered in a cozy neutral Glant Fabric’s Treviso and suede with a durable stain resistant soft aqua Glant fabric slipcover for protection from cats and stains.

Cabinet

This space also features a stunning brick fireplace flanked by custom cabinets. The cabinets are shaker style in rift white oak. Upper cabinets have wire mesh insert.

Hardware: Alexander Pull by Emtek.

Bobbin chair by Aesthetic and upholstered in a Jim Thompson’s Stitch In Time fabric and Zimmer & Rohde’s Darnell fabric with a Samuel & Sons cording – similar here, here & here.

Fireplace

The fireplace features limewashed brick and a dark stained beam as mantel.

Accent Pillows

Accent pillows are custom, in Zimmer & Rohde’s Meli-Melo Fabric and Nina Campbell’s Umbria Assisi.

High Quality Pillows: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Dining Room

The living room opens to a beautiful dining area.

Window Treatment: Automated natural woven shades throughout the majority of the home.

Custom Screen

Entry Screen: Since the entry area is quite small in this home, we designed a custom agate screen alongside Ron Dier Designs in order to create a separation between the entry and the rest of the home. Used this as an opportunity for a unique design piece to immediately set the tone for the home.

Dining Room: Dining table is custom designed, made of live edge wood slab and acrylic legs that compliment the natural selenite chandelier.

Others Dining Tables: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Color Scheme: Colors coordinate with the living room with purple accents.

Banquette and dining chairs upholstered in a durable and stain resistant Glant fabric.

Dining chairs are Robert James Brasilia Dining Chair – Others: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Custom pillows in Zimmer & Rohde’s Meli-Melo fabric, and Samuel & Sons Tenga and embroidery trim.

Chandelier is Custom Selenite chandelier by Ron Dier Designs – Others: here, here, here, here & here.

Patio Doors

Large steel and glass bi-folding doors open seamlessly to the entry courtyard creating a great indoor outdoor entertainment space.

Perimeter Cabinets

I love the layout of this kitchen! Kitchen cabinets are shaker style painted in Benjamin Moore’s Atrium White.

Kitchen Island Dimensions: 36 ¾” x 129” with attached built-in table at 36 ¾” x 60”

Kitchen Hood: Zinc, custom.

Kitchen Island Cabinetry

Kitchen island cabinets are shaker style in rift white oak with light wire brushing.

A pocket door conceals the pantry while a custom built-in cabinet features a TV, the built-in coffee maker and the microwave oven.

Kitchen Faucet: Rohl – Similar here & here.

Sink: Whitehaus Farm sink.

Hardware: Alexander Pull by Emtek.

Wood floors: Gaetano Wood Floors in a custom finish Color/Style: 8” wide, custom finish – Similar: here & here.

Appliances: Thermador range, freezer, refrigerator and dishwasher.

Backsplash

The backsplash is a custom mosaic tile made of Blue Macauba Quartzite – Other Beautiful Tiles: here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Pot Filler: Rohl swing arm pot filler faucet above range.

Utensil Crock: here – Others here.

Island Built-in Table

The kitchen island also features a custom stained and hand planed built-in table attached to island.

Counterstools: Custom-designed bar stools by Marbello Designs. Leather is Navy blue leather from Pavoni – Others: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Lighting is custom Selenite pendant by Ron Dier Designs.

Courtyard

The bi-folding patio doors open to a private courtyard.

Outdoor chairs from Sutherland Furniture are upholstered in a cozy Perennials outdoor fabric.

Fireplace

The built-in fireplace has water features on both sides.

Wine Cellar

Adding a wine cellar underneath the staircase was a good use of space, but also an interesting and beautiful design component.

The wine cellar’s steel doors are the same style as the steel doors that open up onto the front yard and side patio.

Trim Paint Color

All trim and wainscot in Atrium White by Benjamin Moore.

Study

The study features Tongue and groove coffered ceiling and a large barn door designed to mimic the ceiling details.

Beautiful Barn Doors: here & here.

Desk is custom designed by Anne Michaelsen Design with acrylic legs and knobs and side panel details matching that of the barn door.

Beautiful Desks: here & here.

Paint Color

The study’s paint color is a light lavender – Hampshire Rocks by Benjamin Moore.

Custom slip covered sofa in a Glant Fabric’s Mantova – similar here & here.

French doors open up to the courtyard.

Staircase

The staircase features White Oak treads, White Oak posts and railing with metal spindles. Walls are horizontal shiplap wainscoting.

Lighting is custom three-tiered globe and steel chandelier by CX Designs.

Powder Room

How fun is this powder room? It features an impressive Blue Onyx waterfall counter illuminated by light strips installed under countertop. Edge is 6” thick.

Walls are embellished with hand applied plaster and paint in a grasscloth-like pattern.

Cabinet is Shaker style in rift white oak with custom finish.

Lighting: Constructivism Sconce by Fine Art Lamps.

Faucet: Gessi Mimi Collection – similar here.

Knobs: here.

Wall Paint Color

Majority of house is a very light blue/gray- Lily White by Benjamin Moore.

Second story ceilings are Atrium White by Benjamin Moore.

Custom cabinets are Rift White Oak, lightly wire brushed in a clear finish.

Hardware: Twist Pull by Omnia.

Laundry Room

This spacious laundry room features shaker style cabinets, painted in Benjamin Moore OC-145 Atrium White, and a mix of shiplap and mosaic backsplash tile.

Laundry custom roman shade in Zimmer & Rohde’s Laurence – similar here.

Hardware: Emtek.

Faucet: Grohe.

Blue Mosaic Tile: here & here – similar.

Tile: Pure gray porcelain 12 x 24 tile.

Kids’ Bedroom

This guest bedroom was designed for future grandchildren with twin beds.

Custom bed covers designed to keep the beds looking tidy.

Pillows in Zimmer and Rohde’s Surrey Stripe fabric and Tinto fabric.

Throw blankets: Serena and Lily.

Headboards from Wayfair.

Blue & White Bathroom

Countertop is made of a terrazzo-like engineered stone with numerous ocean colored specs of recycled glass.

Faucet: Gessi Via Manzoni – similar here.

Acrylic Hardware: Positano Pull by Schuab Assa Abloy.

Lighting: Vogue lights by Modern Forms.

Tile: Terrazzo-like engineered stone with numerous ocean colored specs of recycled glass 12 x 24 – Others: here.

Shower Tile

Tile: Blue glass pebbles on shower floor with blue glass mini bricks on the walls.

Beautiful Glass Tiles: here, here, here, here & here.

Mosaic Glass Bathroom

This bathroom features a custom white vanity, painted in Benjamin Moore Atrium White and oval mosaic tile in shower and tub front.

Similar Vanity: here, here & here.

Acrylic Hardware: Schuab.

Lighting: Vogue lights by Modern Forms.

Faucet: Gessi Via Manzoni – similar here.

Mauve Guest Bathroom

Walls are wallpapered in a purple grasscloth. Limestone countertop and floor with mosaic mother of pearl on shower walls. Cabinet is Shaker style in rift white oak with clear finish and wire mesh insert.

Beautiful Wallpaper: here, here & here.

Shower Tile: here & here – similar.

Tile: Limestone – similar here.

Lighting: Ashton Sconce by WAC Lighting.

Faucet: here – similar.

Guest Bedroom

This bedroom features coastal inspired colors and patterns. French doors open up to balcony with ocean view.

Headboard by Restoration Hardware – similar here & here.

Pillow fabric by Zimmer & Rohde, pattern Archipel.

Beautiful Bedding: here, here, here, here & here.

Master Bathroom

The master bathroom is spacious and features custom shaker style cabinetry in rift white oak with custom finish. Skylights let in light.

Custom cabinetry in a custom gray washed finish. Countertop is white Quartz.

Bathroom sconces are Kingswell by Minka.

Cabinet Hardware: Twist Pull by Omnia.

Shower Walls

Tiles: Shower features full slabs of Blue Macauba Quartzite with hints of blue, green, and purple.

Roman Shade: Custom roman shade in Romo Fabric’s Haiti Fountain.

Tile: here – similar.

Floor Tile

Shower floor made of custom colored marble penny tile – similar here.

Elevator

An elevator leads you to the rooftop. The elevator features Hartman and Forbes wallpaper and an acrylic handle.

Elevator is accessible from all three stories.

Rooftop

The rooftop features covered and non-covered areas, a TV, built-in bbq, under counter refrigerator, ice maker, sink, counterspace, sofa and lounging area, built-in fireplace. What a dream!!!

Tile: Pure gray porcelain 12 x 24 tile.

Outdoor Living Area

Covered area contains built-in heaters, cabinetry, and a fireplace.

Roof deck cabinetry: Shaker style in rift oak with clear finish.

Chairs by the fireplace by Orient Express Furniture.

Concrete Accent Stools: Pottery Barn.

Outdoor Kitchen

This entire space is perfect for outdoor dinner parties and bbqs.

Outdoor appliances are Uline and Lynx.

Faucet: Grohe.

Outdoor Furniture

The outdoor sectional, coffee table, dining table and chairs are Brown Jordan – similar here.

Rooftop Bathroom

This outdoor space also features a bathroom.

Sink

Rooftop bathroom features and hand carved stone sink, concrete countertops and floor to ceiling subway tiles on all walls.

Sink: here – similar.

Faucet: Watermark

Making Memories

I hope you had a good time seeing this beautifully designed home on Home Bunch and I really hope you’re able to make some special memories over the weekend!

Many thanks to the interior designer for sharing all of the details above.

Interiors: Anne Michaelsen Design Make sure to follow her on Instagram & Facebook.

Architect: Brandon Architects.

Builder: Patterson Custom Homes.

Landscape: Bridget Skinner.

Photography: Chad Mellon.

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