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Re: Partners in Crime (18+)
« Reply #30 on: November 12, 2017, 06:27:47 AM »
The way he looked her over had Em rolling her eyes, but there was a smile still on her lips that said she didn't actually mind it, that if anything, she was quietly pleased. Easing her hold on his shoulders so he could stand up a little better and she could settle back on her heels, the girl let her hands slide down his chest to his waist, where they lingered, fingers tucking into the white folds of his shirt.

Emma listed to his idea, her chin upturned. The corners of her eyes crinkled as he swayed against her and she swayed back. "Bathing suit? What, in my backpack?" She snickered. "Uh huh. Sure. We can totally go bathing suit shopping. Or..." The teen pressed herself close again, tugging on his shirt a little so she could whisper in his ear. "Or do we really need bathing suits...?"




Now that he could straighten out of his strange stoop, his arms accommodated for the new placement of her hands. Adjusting his own to settle on her hips, especially when they swayed against him and he gave that estranged little smile through biting his bottom lip. His brows lifted then as he shrugged. "Hey, it's summer! You never know!" He cackled before she gave him the ultimatum of... bathing suit shopping... or?whut? Leaning forward with the prompting tug, her mouth going for his ear had his head lowering to give her easier access to do so. It wasn't until that whisper found his ears that his widened a touch and it wouldn't be hard for her to feel the heat rising up his neck that hinted to the illusion underneath flushing a particular color. In the end, Frankie was still Frankie.

Clearing his throat, she seemed to have completely caught him off guard by that request before he was nodding. "That one, I like that idea," he cackled lightly, his grin a mile wide to show those dull pearly whites.




Oh, Frankie. Em's cheeks were also feeling a little hot, suddenly, given the brazen things she'd said, but whatever self consciousness she might have been feeling was completely eliminated by the way he'd reacted. Giggling, the girl shook her head, tugging playfully on his shirt. "That one, huh? You like that one? You're sure?" She teased him lightly, a smile bringing up the corners of her mouth.

"...So where are we going swimming, hm?"




Her teasing seeking confirmation had his eyes wide and his head bobbing eagerly... until he realized what he was doing and he cleared his throat, and almost obviously forced himself to be cool. He... still had things to learn with Smooth 101. "Yeah, I dig it, I'm into it, mhmmmmm," he hummed, but he was trying not to grin like an idiot. He was somewhat successful in that venture.

And it was all shot to hell when she asked where, thus confirming her own thoughts and the fact she wasn't joking with him.

He could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks and neck, but that purely Frankie grin - not the smirk, grin -came out to play as he nodded his head vaguely in the direction of the Glen. "C'mon, I'll show ya. Found a bitchin' spot virtually... the in the middle of nowhere," he grinned to her, a moment before his arm was going for a swoop around her waist.




The smooth routine was even funnier than the blushing, but Emmaline found it strangely adorable--particularly when it was followed by that happy, dimpled grin. It was one of her favorite things about him--his cheesy attempt at being cool, the boyish smile that he sometimes fought so hard to hide. Reaching up, she snagged one of his snarled bedhead locks and gave it a light little tug, fighting a wide smile of her own.

Turning half away from him only to have his arm draped around her once more, and the smile got away from her after all. There were a few other teenagers loitering in the yard, waiting on their rides or knotted together in little clumps, making plans for the summer or at least the afternoon. One of two of them glanced their way periodically, and Em even smiled at one of them as they headed off campus together.




He had a long way to go, but... it was also Frankie. It's questionable if he'll ever get there. He may stay awkward and cheesy forever. The tug to his bedhead locks had him biting his lip through his smile, his nose crinkling playfully that said he was far from offended by it.

With one arm tucked around her waist and the other diving into his pocket for the pack of cigarettes tucked inside, he flashed that half-cocked smirk to those that peered their way. Fitting a filter between his teeth with one hand, his thumb aiding in the process to slide out a stick to get one out, he held the pack out to her in offering as they wandered off together.

The walk wasn't over exerting, in fact it was almost pleasant. It was warm, and at one point he'd peeled off the leather jacket when it got a little bit too warm for comfort to add to the bag that he'd already talked her into letting him carry - if it even took much convincing. It wasn't much of a hike as it was a leisurely stroll, with exception to the occasional fallen tree they had to climb over or steep hill they had to go down - at least not up! Following a blind trail like he had an internal GPS, he lead her further into the woods that was growing thicker.

Distantly, the sound of crashing water could be heard among the other forest sounds. The wind through the leaves, the various critters darting out of the teenagers ways. The thick lines of trees would end abruptly, almost at the point where it was questionable if they were getting anywhere, to the display of a small natural spring with a mediocre waterfall.

It wasn't anything over the top, or even extravagant. But it was nature at it's best, pure and clear water that trickled down a wall of rocks and splattered into a pond-sized pool of water. It was deeper than it looked, and when peering into the center, the clear water made it look like it was never going to end.

Grinning over at Em, he waggled his brows before lowering her bag and his jacket alike to the ground away from the threat of getting wet. "Whatchu think? Good find or good find?"
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Re: Partners in Crime (18+)
« Reply #31 on: November 12, 2017, 06:29:26 AM »
She'd relinquished the bag only after exacting a promise from him that no harm would come to it. Not that there was anything of particular worth in its interior, but still. This was Frankie, and Frankie could be trusted to get up to absolutely anything under the right set of circumstances, or with the right impulse. The walk was a nice one, not too strenuous except in a few precarious places, and they spent it mostly talking about music and giving each other s***. Em had teased him pretty relentlessly about the jacket until he took it off, something along the lines of ain't you meltin' yet? No? How 'bout now? But then she gave him a wolf whistle and a waggle of her brows when the leather layer was finally shed.

The hill was steep, and she wondered briefly how much the walk back was going to suck, but all thoughts of that nature were erased when she saw the place he'd found. "Damn, Frankie," breathed Emma, clearly impressed. "This is gorgeous."




Frankie had a tendency to... incidentally break things. He had the grace and fluidity of a newborn deer. Still, he'd mostly succeeded in not harming it - even after an almost accident, when he pretended he was going to drop it to try to get rise out of her.... then almost actually did and fumbled it. Smooth like a brillo pad, this one. Her relentless teasing about the jacket might've been the culprit more than the heat to remove it, but he'd relented nonetheless. Just for the wolf whistle and brow waggle giving him prime opportunity to lay a tease on her. If you wanted me to strip down, you coulda just said so.

He'd also done a little show of turning around, undulating his hips with a little techno beatboxing... and promptly ran backwards into a tree to kill the upcoming strip tease he'd contemplated laying on her. Oops!

But at least he got something right when he brought Em to that natural spring, his smile wide when she seemed to approve of it and praised it's beauty. He scrunched his nose, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "It's aight," he downplayed it. "Pales in comparison to..." Throat cleared, eyes shifted to her then to the water. "Som'n else.." Awkward Frankie moments were awkward. He tried, though, dammit.




Emma was staring at the scenery, taking it all in. She was genuinely impressed with this initiative of his, both that he'd found the place and that he'd remembered his way to it so he could bring her. She was feeling very positive on the not so little skater punk just then, and maybe even glad she'd decided not to make a detour to pick up a swim suit.

Frankie might have gotten away with his blunder but for the way he cleared his throat, dragging her attention towards him. "aight compared to.... what?" She wanted to know, her brows raised expectantly.




He'd almost gotten away with it. But his own awkwardness betrayed him. He'd been staring intently at the subtle ripples of the water, almost trying to mentally will her to not have noticed the cheesy line he'd almost dropped on her. Alas, no luck. She looked, and even called him out and he flicked those glacier blues to her then to the water. Thank goodness for that illusion keeping up to hide the fact his face was on fire. That water was looking pretty damn good at the moment, but maybe the sizzle from the heat flaring on his cheeks would give it away! He almost brushed it off, tried to distract her or something else just as lame but those expectant brows had his hand raising to scratch at the side of his neck over the sparrow tattoo.

"Compared to... uh.. y'know," he mumbled, the awkwardness almost radiating off him. "...You.."
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Re: Partners in Crime (18+)
« Reply #32 on: November 12, 2017, 06:31:12 AM »
Emmaline was watching him intently, of course, and she was acutely aware that he was blushing even though she couldn't exactly see it through the facade. It was something in the way he stared at the water's surface, the awkward way his shoulders hunched.

The girl was chewing hard on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling at his discomfort, not letting up with the stern look until he'd confessed. When he did, Em tried to play it smooth, but...failed pretty spectacularly, blushing scarlet to the roots of her hair.




No he wasn't! ... Yes he was. His face was on fire. Especially when he glanced over sheepishly and spotted her blush. In a way it made him feel better that he wasn't the only one, but it also made him aware how totally cheesy that was. Want some wine with that cheese, man? No, but he'd take a beer about now. Clearing his throat, he let out a nervous laugh and reached out to nudge her hip. "Brought you here for swimmin', not just starin' at the water," he reminded her. "You still got it in ya to out-swim me, Mermaid?" He waggled his brows at her, reaching up and behind his head to work himself out of the white tee, tossing it to the ground to his right. Turning to face her, the idiot started walking backwards while he made progress on his belt and jeans, his impish grin splattered across his face.

Frankie and walking backwards... would this end well?




Frankie walking backwards. What's the worst that could happen? Haaaa. His re-direction almost worked, too, bringing the competitive, s***-talking side of her bubbling to the surface, but as cheesy as the line had been, Em was still pretty ****ing flattered.

And anyway, she needed to avert the crisis that was unquestionably imminent. "Yeah, yeah. I'll swim circles around your skinny white ass," she retorted, unable to help herself despite the warmth in her belly. "C'mere, though."

She moved towards him, picking up her pace even as she beckoned him closer.

 


When things got too cheesy, bring out the sass! That worked.... right? At least as she dished out that comment on his skinny white ass, it had eased some of the fire that had taken residence on his face. "Yeah, alright Shark Week," he scoffed, like he was positive he'd be doing the same to her, even snapped his teeth in her direction with that boyish grin. "What?" He questioned when told to go to her. He didn't walk forward, but it did give him pause. Yes, Frankie. Stop walking backwards, it was for the best. His fingers still holding the unfastened flaps of his jeans, he arched a dark brow at her as curiosity laced his sharp features, his eyes trained on her approach and he took the final two steps finally at the cue of her beckoning.




"Shark week," Emma scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'll show you Shark Week. Get over here, fool." Her beckoning became more insistent, though she was glad at least that he'd stopped that blind backwards stumble. The girl had visions of him going backwards over the ledge, busting his head open on the way down. Pretty sure it wouldn't kill him, all things considered, but still. That'd be one hell of a way to ruin the afternoon.

When he was close enough, Em slipped her fingers into the elastic of his boxers since her pants were already undone, pulling him the rest of the way into her. She tipped her head back, lifting her face to his, but he'd need to come the rest of the way to her given the height difference between them. "Kiss me," she urged him, the backs of her knuckles pressing into the skin of his lower belly.
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« Reply #33 on: November 12, 2017, 06:32:50 AM »
His eyes widened with feigned fear when she said she'd show him Shark Week. "Anything but that!" His expression changed as he let out a bit of that goblin cackle. "Bossy," he puffed his cheeks out, but it was endearing, honest. He hadn't thought about cracking his skull open. It wouldn't kill him, no. His race, even being the half breed he was, made him rugged enough to withstand something like that. But it would surely ruin their afternoon. Concussions were still a thing for him, and he'd had them before. Not ideal for their lakeside adventure.

Closer thanks to her urging beckon, he drew closer still with a look down as she hooked onto his boxers and tugged him. He nearly stumbled forward but caught himself, his fingers leaving his jeans as the fabric stayed hugged to his hips for the moment. The grunt had left him from the tug, but his hands found her hips to make sure he didn't stumble into or onto her. The tip of her face was awfully close as it was, and he looked at her lips a second before she encouraged him with those two words. His lips pulled into a smile as he lifted those icy blues up to match her gaze. "Yes ma'am," he muttered, his tone saying he was more than pleased to do so before his head tipped downward to press his lips against hers.

He'd gotten out of his awkward bicycle phase with kissing Em over the past couple months of their reunion. A bit more confident. A bit more fluid, a lot more normal for them. His hands at her hips pulled her closer to him as his eyes closed, his head tilting into the kiss to deepen it.

It was an intimate moment, and he didn't even knock his teeth into hers or her lips. Awkwardness had abandoned him to the lip contact, even.

....And then his pants fell down to his ankles.



Frankie was getting much better at kissing again, that much was true. He was still super bad at knowing when to kiss, though, and Emma found she had to instruct him like this from time to time. She didn't really mind though, especially not right now when he'd gone out of his way to surprise her and then said something obnoxiously sweet besides. Kissing him was easier than trying to put into words what any of this meant.

She'd even take the 'ma'am'.

Her fingers had released their hold on his boxers, sliding first around his waist and then up his sides, skating over his ribs. She pressed herself up onto her toes to be closer to him, one hand sliding around his neck.

The moment was intense, and intimate. It might even have been romantic, but then suddenly there was the soft whump of his pants falling down all at once, and Em just kinda knew without looking what had  happened. The kiss broke, and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head with a little laugh. "...Wow." She snickered. "I mean, I was about to suggest you undress me, but I suppose that works, too..."




He was terrible when it came to the whole... timing, reading the moment, or just catching a damn hint thing. He was a lot more effective when you were blunt about it.

Goosebumps dusted over his arms and torso to the movements of her hands, his own finding her waist. The pressing of her body to his cued his arms to wrap around her to kill the distance between them - what little was left of it, anyways.

It was... all of that. At least until his pants decided to introduce themselves to the ground... and his ankles. One icy peeper opened to look around like did what I think just happen...? He'd chased her lips a second before clamping down on his bottom lip with his teeth, his hips shifting away from hers to look down as if he wasn't totally sure... Then, "that happened.." He noted, letting out a cackle before her comment was a sure fire way to get him to shut up, swivel his attention fully on her as his brows nearly touched his hairline. "You were? Well, dayum, I still can.. clothes are... super overrated," he nodded. "It's like.... statistics or some'n." The idiot nodded his head eagerly. Statistics? Really?




"The **** you know about statistics?" She asked with an incredulous scoff. Glancing down when he did to confirm that - yes, his pants really had fallen down - Emma laughed softly with a little shake of her head. The look on her face right then was somewhere in the neighborhood of And I **** him on purpose, an interesting mix of amusement and affection in her eyes.

She raked one hand through her braids, pulling them back from her face. "Y'gonna get to it, or what?" The girl paused. "...Maybe finish taking your pants off first, though. We don't need you to trip and take us both down."
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« Reply #34 on: November 12, 2017, 06:34:44 AM »
"I.... I know a lot," he scoffed right back, but his was less convincing. "I know...." He was taking quite the long minute to think of what he really knew about statistics. "I know..." He squinted, glancing around in thought before he leaned toward her with a very valid point. "...They exist."

...Yes, he made the 'aliens' meme hand gesture at her.

And as little as he knew about statistics, he knew less about how to read her looks or he'd probably just make it worse. Yes, you do **** me on purpose. Then make that stupid grin that would probably make her not want to do such a thing.

"Wait, now? Ri'now? Now, no-okay." He'd be dumb...er... than usual to not just clamp that gabber shut and just do it. His hands started to reach for her until the second suggestion had him pausing, looking down to the crumpled mass of jeans hovering around his ankles before he snickered. "I wouldn't!" He objected, just to look at her with a crinkle of his nose. "...Okay, I so would," he cackled lightly, his hands redirecting instead as he toed his boots off one by one and then he dangerously wobbled from leg to leg - with one almost fall - to pull his pants over each foot. "M'good! I got it," he grunted, now pants-free and trip-hazard-free. "Now c'mere." If she didn't stop him, he'd be reaching out to try to snag her hand and pull her into him.



Emma, of course, actually happened to have just completed a class on statistics, so she waited expectantly while Frankie searched his mind for some kind of answer, any answer. The totally valid, triumphant response he'd come up with at last had her dissolving into snickers again, looking away from him if only so he couldn't see the full weight of how much he made her smile.

When she had her expression mostly corralled back into place, the girl turned to look up at him again, just in to time to catch him almost falling over as he tried to pull his pants off. "Well, yeah," she said evenly, pointing out the obvious as she gestured towards the lake. "Y'don't expect me to go swimming in this, do you?" Her brows raised up at him as her hand retreated, gesturing her dress instead.

Her hand was still out when Frankie caught it, and she drew into him, coming closer as he'd requested.



It was common knowledge between them that Frankie had been home-schooled, kept safe from the disaster of his illusion dropping in a classroom with twenty other children that would cause mayhem over his appearance. Home-schooled or not, he always found a way to slack off from his schoolwork or find a way to weasel out of it. He liked to think he was street smart instead of book smart. Hex tried to beat it into his head that street smarts get you nowhere if you're an idiot. He... obviously hadn't listened.

He was still just'a grinning away like a fool to his proud answer. Nailed it. But it was her gesturing to the water and her dress that had him peering between both and she mentioned swimming. "Right, 'cause that's what people do at lakes. Swimming." He nodded, but he'd pulled her into him. "Wet clothes are terrible, so if you wanna strip down to nothin'... I'd be tooootally cool with that. M'just sayin'," he shook his head, shrugging his shoulder like it was no big deal. His smile was impossible to keep the mischief out of it, staying true to the tattoos on his knuckles as he looked at the dress. There were no zippers or fastenings to it, and... frankly, he didn't trust himself to try to pull it up over her head... There were about a million different ways for that to wrong, and a good number of them played in his head to the point that he bit back a shudder.

Going the safe route, the goblin's fingers brushed over collar bones in that usual Frankie awkwardness that was somewhere between tender and nervous. It didn't matter how many times he saw Em without her clothes on, it still made him feel hungry - he still didn't quite get that the 'hungry' feeling, were in fact butterflies. Interpretations...

Reaching the slender spaghetti straps of the dress, his thumbs curled around the thin fabric before he slid them down her narrow shoulders, looking her in the face as he caught his bottom lip in the midst of a smile.
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« Reply #35 on: November 12, 2017, 06:35:20 AM »
There was a nervous, fluttery thrill of anticipation in her belly as his hands skated her collarbones. Frankie, god love 'im, for all that his 'face' was an illusion, that mask was like a transparent windowpane on his thoughts. Em could actually see  the gears turning in his head, watch him puzzle out all the ways that undressing her could go awry. She wanted to laugh, and she wanted to reassure him, and some little part of her squirmed self consciously and wanted to push him away and hide.

She ignored that last little part, her pulse thrumming in her ears as he finally got the nerve up to push the spaghetti straps down. Swallowing a sudden knot in her throat, Emma held his fixed gaze, and the splash of sunlight filtering in through the trees dappled her face as she looked up at him. "Go on then," the girl said thickly.




He was almost certain that the windowpane was only transparent to Em... and maybe - definitely - his mother. She knew him like the back of her hand, and even though they hadn't seen each other for years, she seemed to have never lost the hair-tugging ability to figure him out with wistful grace. Those glacier pools fixed on hers, his Adam's apple jumping with the hard swallow to her thick words as his fingers brushed over the soft skin of her arms with the movement of her straps. Looking at the way the broken pieces of sunlight that freckled her face, accentuating and illuminating parts while shadowing others, he couldn?t help the dopey, lopsided smile that upturned the corners of his mouth.

With the straps off-shoulder, his fingers lined the thin fabric closer to her chest as he eased it down, fingers clumsily brushing over the soft skin of the youthful mounds. Sliding fingers around, brushing here - incidentally caressing there - he finally worked the top of the dress down to her slender waist before the angle and drapery of the fabric could easily flutter down from her body, over her hips and circled her ankles. Standing in front of her, his breath came out as shaky as it always did. The number of times he'd seen her, it was still the same as the first, and he wasn't sure if any amount of experience or confidence could change that. His smile broadened his long, bony fingers curled around the soft curve of her waist. "Can't say I never did nothin' for ya," he teased her lightly, but his awkwardness was written in his voice, his breath, even the sharp thumping of muscle against his rib cage.




When Frankie smiled like that, like it was Christmas morning and he'd just gotten everything he ever wanted, it was hard to want to deny him anything. Her chest squeezed and her stomach twisted, but it wasn't because she was nervous.

He put...just a little bit too much effort into easing her dress off and that made her smile, exhaling through her nose at his actions. "Very careful of you, Frankie, yes, you're very helpful," she said softly, but it wasn't an admonishment. Her eyes moved from his face if only because looking at him made her chest squeeze, swallowed and then looked back. "So, we...goin' swimming?"




"I am..." He muttered with a firm nod like he truly believed it. "I am helpful. The most helpful." He might've puffed out his chest in a proud way, like a strange rendition of a robin, but it didn't quite meet it's mark when she pointed out they were there for swimming. "Oh yeah..." He breathed, like he'd forgotten and cast a look in a forced way towards the water. "We should... probably do that," he cleared his throat, giving a slow nod before sending a glance her way. "Cause that's why I brought you here.... for swimmin'.." Yes, it was coming back to him now. He caught his bottom lip with his teeth, reluctantly pulling his hands away from her waist before he redirected the left one to snag her hand instead. His head nodded in the direction of the water before he turned to start that way, his feet following suit. "Let's go get our swim on," he boasted, before he started to tug her toward the water.


(To be continued...)
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« Reply #36 on: April 17, 2018, 08:02:12 PM »
"The most helpful, yes. I'll make a note of it," the girl murmured, only to clamp her lips closed when she caught herself babbling out of nervous habit. Emma was grateful when he turned away from her at last, and she took a breath to level herself --in theory, anyway, except that it slipped away from her again when he took her hand.

Twining her fingers into his, there was a hitch in her chest as she followed him to the water's edge, her skin crawling with anticipation. It was everything-- the last day of school, being mostly naked with Frankie, being mostly naked with Frankie in broad daylight where literally anyone could suddenly walk up and see. Her skin prickled in goosebumps, and Em thought she would be grateful once they had the cover of water to conceal them.



Frankie's careful steps lead her toward the edge, almost too careful when there was a slope of the lake shoreline that spilled onto the dock. "Just a little bit.. baby steps," he muttered to himself, with an almost stupidly concentrated look on his face. God, don't fall and take her down with you, man. You'll never live it down… His hand in hers was a reminder to watch his footing and what should've been maybe four normal steps... took the awkward teen double that and an extra shuffle onto the dock. "Got it!" He raised his fist in the air with a lopsided grin over his shoulder to Em. Really that little bit of a treacherous slope without accident was something to be proud of for him...

He let go of her hand, looking over his shoulder at Em, that impish grin spread over his face as he waggled his eyebrows at her. "Last one in...." he trailed off, sure she knew the rest....

Though maybe the last one in would've been the safe route as Frankie took off like a bat out of Hell with thumping steps across the dock. Shame there was a rope at the edge of that dock. Bigger shame he didn't see it in time as he reached the end... tried to jump, and instead got snagged on an elevated loop that hooked his foot just in time for his upward jump to force him forward. The slap of him practically flopping to the water wasn't a pleasant sound. Belly flop anyone?

...there had to be a higher power at work here.



"Oh no you didn't!" She exclaimed as she took off after him at a slightly less suicidal pace. Em was proud of him for navigating that rocky little hill without incident, her own steps carefully placed behind him with not a little bit of leaning on trees and other rocks to help her down. Rushing after him towards the dock, Emma saw the rope, but... Frankie. She should have known it wouldn't, couldn't last, and she'd only gotten half the sentence out, "Frankie! Watch out for the---" when she saw it happen, time slowing down to a snail's crawl as she watched him leap, saw the way the rope would catch him, flinched when he pancaked flat into the water beneath. "--rope," she finished lamely as she slowed down, making her way down the dock to its edge.

She felt bad for the way she laughed, but she really couldn't help it. The whole thing was over in a matter of seconds, but the instant replay was on endless loop in her mind and it played over and over, drawing breathless giggles from her every time. From the look on his face to the way he'd gone plank rigid moments before the impact, she kept picturing him as a cartoon character, a Wile E Coyote who's just discovered how his latest scheme is about to go dreadfully wrong. She could practically see the tiny Acme umbrella in one hand, and she laughed so hard it made her sides hurt.

Tears in her eyes, she stepped carefully over the rope and then off the dock, slipping into the water beside him, grateful not for the first time that her hair was in micro braids.



Oh, but he did. That lanky teen was bolting, then the yelp that came out of his mouth the moment he saw the water coming for him in a way he hadn't expected was cut off. He'd slapped the water in a way that made his chest and stomach sting, and he was thankful the dock wasn't an elevated one. He'd sank beneath the water before long limbs scrambled and pushed himself up to the surface.

His head broke the surface with a gasp for air, and luckily, the illusion cloaking his true form hid the fact that his face was a tomato from the epic fail. Though... he did question if the heat from his face would evaporate the entire lake, naturally exaggerating in his head. "Holy ****, that was... I meant to do that," he lifted his chin from the water, but it was pretty obvious he hadn't. Treading the water, he peered over to the girl who'd managed to slip in by the time he'd surfaced, and... was obviously much smarter than he. But then... he noticed the way her eyes were teared up, and he knew. "You totally ****in' laughed, didn'tcha?!" He cackled, his arm pushed out to send a wave of water at her. "Ngh, right in the heart, the.... the betrayal.." He rasped, choked, and hammed it up as he clutched his chest and let himself dip under the water like she'd killed him. Though he bobbed right back up with a sputtering of water out of his mouth. Air was a thing he needed..



His blush wouldn't evaporate the whole lake, probably, but Emmaline couldn't be sure that wasn't some steam rising off its surface...

"Are you alright?" She asked as she treaded water beside him, trying to keep herself afloat. He called her out, but she wasn't embarrassed. "Hell yes I laughed!" The girl exclaimed, wiping uselessly at the corner of her eye given that her hands her wet.  Yeah, that hadn't exactly gone the way she saw it in her head, either. "Have you seen you? Y'just lucky I didn't have my phone out." The threat sounded cross, but it wasn't really.

And though she might have wanted video for herself? She definitely wouldn't have put it on the internet or anything.

Probably. Maybe.

Letting go of the dock, she ducked the wave he splashed in her direction and half-lunged at him, winding both arms around his neck. "Somehow I think you'll survive all that betrayal," she whispered, kissing his cheek.



That wasn't steam, okay? .... That was... some science thing he didn't understand. It was his worst subject, really.

"It's fine," he grunted, treading water regardless of the ache. "I wondered what it'd feel like if my ribs were in my spine," he cackled. "Not great, I'd say... but..." He didn't finish that thought, only puffed his cheeks out at her about laughing, just for his eyes to widen almost comically with a dramatized look of horror. "Y'wouldn't..." He breathed. "Goblin face at y'so... hard..." He enunciated that word with his eyes squeezed shut.

Oh, he'd get her back if she did. Totally.

The splash missed, but her lunge didn't as his eyes widened and those legs kicked away under the water to keep them both upright. He only bobbed once a little bit before the combination of arms and legs treading brought him up to catch that kiss and assurance. His smile grew lopsided and goofy as ever, a flicker before he forced it back with an obviously feigned serious expression. "I'unno.. still feel kinna wounded.." He murmured, flicking his eyes toward her with the start of a pout. Just a tiny one..


Snickering at his comeback, Em rolled her eyes with a toss of her head. She was a little bit concerned that her braids would be irreparably damaged in the lake water, but it was really too late to do anything about it now. "Well I'm glad you cleared that up for the both of us," she said with that inflection in her voice that couldn't exactly be classified as an accent, but was still one hundred percent native born Atlanta. "You can goblin face at me all you want, boo," she went on, confidently. "I mean. I feel like some kinda monster-phile, but whatever. Your real face is ...not completely unfortunate-looking, either."

Emma grinned then, her smile affectionate. They weren't the most romantic words ever, but from her? It was practically a love sonnet.  She nuzzled close to him, wrapping her legs around his skinny waist so that the job of keeping them afloat fell  entirely on his shoulders.  Her mouth was all but pressed against his ear. "Still wounded, huh? Should I get you a bandaid?"



Frankie was a boy who didn't think about damage to micro braids... though, it didn't matter to him what Em's hair looked like.  "Wouldn't recommend it.." He snickered with a solemn shake of his head. But it was her sentiment that had him eyeing her like she'd lost her dayum mind. "Ya sure ya didn't smack y'head on the way in?... Some sorta concussion jumble ya brain?" He snorted, rolling his eyes with an amused smile. "Good to know it's not unfortunate looking," he gave her a coy smirk.

They weren't the most romantic, but the warm smile he'd returned to her said he'd understood what she'd said. Regardless of his smart ass remarks that didn't seem to have an Off switch. He let out a grunt when she wrapped herself around his lanky awkwardness, and it was probably a good thing they were in the water and deemed weightless by it. Though he did bob a little bit before he worked harder to keep their heads above water, legs kicking and arms rhythmically wading. It didn't help that she distracted him with her lips on his ear that sent a quake of shivers down his spine. He couldn't even blame it on the cool water.

His head tilted back some with the cackle that rang out, and his head turned to look at her. "I'unno... y'do pretty ****in' good at stickin' to me. I think I like that better," he admitted, his head coming forward to press his mouth to hers clumsily in a sneak attack that... wasn't all that sneaky. She'd probably see it coming a mile away. He always had a look about him before he tried to kiss her. It was one part awkward, one part dopey.



Em shook her head almost impatiently at his self-deprecating humor. In a rare moment of complete seriousness, the girl who clung to him like a little snake pressed her forehead against his temple. Maybe it was something to do with what had happened over Valentines; maybe it was just that she knew what it was like to see your own skin in the mirror and wish it was something different. "No, Frankie," she said quietly. "I like you the way you are. "

His attempt at a smooth sneak attack broke the heaviness of the moment, but not its overall sentiment. Emmaline laughed, sure, but she didn't let go of him, and neither did she pull away. After a clumsy first attempt more involved with teeth and accidentally ingested lake water than actually kissing, her mouth eventually found his and pressed there, firmly.



Glacier blue eyes lifted up to her where she was pressed to his temple, the ultra-rare moments of seriousness radiating from her strong enough for even him to catch it. The opposite brow lifted questionably until she spoke, and it smoothed after that sentiment was shared. ... Though with this closeness, and her touching his face with her own, she'd find the rising of temperature. That little clue to a blush well hidden by illusion. "I like the way you are too, Em..." he muttered.

But then kissing was happening, after some... effort to get to that point. There was teeth and lake water, a grunt from Frankie and a small cackle before it was washed away by the feel of her lips to his. It only inflamed that heat in his face all the more, but one arm being used to keep them afloat wrapped around her to keep her close... at least until bobbing became dangerous of sinking and he returned it's arm to its job. "Ngh," he grunted against her mouth.



So making out while treading water in a lake was harder than it looked in the movies. This was a thing they were quickly learning firsthand, as they bobbed in the water together, losing track of themselves until they were almost entirely submerged and then struggling to the surface again. Relenting at last, Emma broke from Frankie, breaking the kiss, releasing him so he could keep himself afloat as she tipped herself onto her back.

There was something exhilarating about it, floating on her back in the sunshine. Her skin prickled in goosebumps to be this blatantly naked in public, this blatantly, unabashedly naked in public with Frankie. For a moment, the problems of the world seemed to melt away, the homework and the disapproving fathers and the racial tensions that impacted her, the species tensions that affected him. Taking a deep breath, she let it out in a sign of contentment, flapping her fingers in the water lightly in an attempt to take his hand.



There were a lot of things that looked easier in the movies... either he was certain that Hollywood had a way of fluffing romance (much like Saila fluffs.. er.. pillows..) or him and Em just couldn't figure out those smooth moves polished for the flicks. Considering making out in the water turned out to be more dangerous than anticipated and they had to break it of before they risked drowning! Okay, that was a little dramatic.. but.. was it really? At least for Frankie? Still, there was a soft pout on his mouth when she broke free of him and he reluctantly released her in turn. Just to appreciate the new view that almost made him bob under the water all over again.

Here, it was easy to forget the outside world. The expectations, the standards. The watchful eyes that they couldn't completely escape, no matter where they were. And Em's relaxed nature only seemed to ease him into the same state, like it was a feeling he could reach out and touch. Her flapping fingers brought that lopsided grin, and he reached out to catch her hand. Since full clinging seemed to make it difficult to stay head-above-water, he gave something else a try. With a gentle - and easy - guiding tug to turn her while she floated on top of the surface of the water, it was almost effortless for him to use the weightlessness the water afforded to move her about. Turning her with the guidance of joined hands, he switched it out with the opposing hand when she was turned with her head pointed to him like an arrow. His hand moved to hook beneath the arm of the other side to guide her back to him, a dip and shift of his shoulder tucked the slope beneath her head. It was easier to keep floating this way, with his legs kicking slowly to stay up. "So what we gonna do with a whole summer?" He grinned, turning his head to peer at her... and enjoying the new view down the slope of her body, the way the sunshine shimmered over the little pools of water caught in the definition and contours.



At first Emmaline didn't entirely understand what he was on about. Her forehead wrinkled, brows furrowing, as Frankie used the connection of their fingers to move her around in the water. She started to issue some kind of frying-pan based threat--something about what she'd do to him if he pushed her under without warning-- when she finally figured out what he was doing.  Once she was situated, half floating in the water as she had been, half laying on the 'monster's’ shoulder (monster goober, more like...), Em settled there reasonably comfortably, trying not to put too much thought into the view he was currently enjoying.

"I don't know. I wanna get back into skating, maybe." She tipped her head back, trying to look up at him.  "Hang out with you."



No frying pan! "Chiiiill, chill," he cackled when she seemed more than concerned of his intent. His eyes flicked over to her from the appreciated view the new position afforded, his hands resting on her sides so she didn't float off from his shoulder with the gentle ripples of the lake. "Man, I've been itching to get my board out again... we should hit up one of the parks here soon." His lopsided smile broke loose to the mention of hanging out with him. "So... same ol' summers? Cause trouble, skate, hang out? M'down for that," he nodded firm and wiggled his fingers at her sides. "Summers have been s*** without ya..." He sighed, "I mean... people generally suck at skating I realize... and they just don't know how to laugh and be worried at the same time when I bust my ass like you do.." He cackled out. "Ya always know how to get the right bit of both in there..." He grinned.



The way she snickered put  ripples in the water around them. "Good answer, man." She bent the nearer arm back to splay the back of her hand against his belly, her fingers stretched wide as though to cover its surface. Rubbing the backs of her knuckles lightly over his lowest rib, her laughter faded into a smile that was both nostalgic and bitter sweet. "But I mean, you're not wrong. Life's been ...different, without you." It was clear from her tone that different was the opposite of good.

Taking a deep breath, she let it out again, turning her face into the sun as she closed her eyes. Silent for a long moment, she didn't open them when she finally spoke again. "This is nice, Frankie. I'm glad you brought me here."



"I thought ya'd dig it," he cackled out, just to squirm slightly under the water for the grace of her fingers on his belly. It didn't quite tickle under the water, but it could be passed as such. Really, it was the touch, as simple as it was that stirred that "hungry" feeling beneath her caressing knuckles. His hands smoothed over her sides, fingers curling over the gentle curves without putting much weight to keep her from sinking, his arms becoming something of an aiding support float for her back and shoulders. "Different... that's one way to put it.." He murmured, and from his own tone, he felt the same way.

While she faced the sun, his chin lowered to rest on her shoulder, feeling the sun heated skin barely cooled by the occasionally lapping lake water against his hotter skin. His eyes closed as he listened to her breathing, the gentle ripples on the water, the breeze through the bows of branches and leaves. And if he focused, both their heart beats. He sighed, content and relaxed for once in their isolated secret solace. His lids opened to icy slits, shifting sideways to peer at the side of her face. "I'm glad ya liked it, Em." Sweetly, and off-key for the troublemaker, he leaned his head closer to peck a kiss to her cheek before resting his chin to her shoulder, eyes closing that final milestone.

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