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modernperplexity · 19 days

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🥹💗 thank you so much for the fic rec!

Chapter Rating: E (18+) Minors DNI, fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex f receiving

Word Count: 3.6k

Pairing: Frankie x f!reader

Summary: Things heat up...finally 🔥

A/N: So this is my first smut writing experience e v e r. I'm both quite terrified and excited. I hope it's as fun to read as it was to write. As mentioned before, I'm open to suggestions and ideas. My asks, DM's are always open :)

This chapter was not beta read. Sorry in advance for any typos.

Special shout out to @gyabislzr your input and suggestions are so valuable. I love talking stories with you!

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Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

Chapter 5: Edge of Desire

The gentle morning light shone on the rumpled sheets beside you. You stretched and yawned before the pang of a headache made its presence, a little reminder of the events of the night prior. Frankie spent the night. You sat up in disbelief as you began to remember, Frankie had really spent the night, his lips touched yours, his scent still lingering on your sheets. A smile gently made its appearance on your lips. When the sudden sound of a frying pan piqued your curiosity.

You quickly padded over to your kitchen where the aroma of coffee greeted you as you entered the kitchen, finding Frankie with a towel slung over his shoulder, his white tee hugging his broad shoulders.

"Mornin' sunshine," he greeted, handing you a steaming cup. "Hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of raiding your pantry."

"Coffee and breakfast?" you said, leaning against the counter, the headache dulling with each sip.

"And some painkillers," he added, placing a light kiss on your forehead. "Thought you might need them."

"You're a lifesaver, thank you,"

"Least I could do," a hint of warmth in his voice.

"So, what's cooking?" you asked, nodding toward the stove where he was busy flipping something in the pan.

"Pancakes and bacon. Figured you could use something to soak up last night's indulgences."

"Fair enough," you said with a smirk, taking a seat at the table. "I'll take all the help I can get."

Frankie chuckled, joining you at the table as he plated the food. There was a comfortable silence between you as you ate, the tension from the night before still lingering in the air. As you finished your meal, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude toward Frankie.

"Thanks for breakfast," you said, offering him a small smile. "And for… everything else."

Frankie returned your smile, his eyes softening in a way that caught you off guard.

"Anytime," he replied, his voice quieter than before. "You know where to find me if you need anything else." He added with a wink.

"Don't say that" You said playfully "might have you here all the time"

He chuckled, "I'm not sure if you remember our conversation last night but I meant everything that I said" Frankie's eyes carefully searched yours as he sipped his coffee.

"I did too" You nodded, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at his words.

Frankie glanced at his watch, "I wish I could stay longer Hermosa, but I have to pick Camilla up soon," he said apologetically, "I'll text you soon, though. Promise." Frankie's lips curved into a sweet smile as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Watching him gather his things and head towards the door, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing. The morning had been unexpectedly pleasant, and you found yourself already looking forward to the next time you'd see him.

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You went about your Sunday with your usual routine, though today held a subtle shift in the air. The typical chores awaited your attention—laundry remained untouched, and breakfast dishes sat in the sink. Yet, your focus was elsewhere, drawn irresistibly to the dancing blue bubbles on your phone screen.

Your phone buzzed, Frankie's name flashed across the screen, accompanied by a playful message.

Frankie: "Hola Hermosa. Miss me already?"

A grin spread across your face as you typed out a reply, your heart fluttering with excitement.

You: "Maybe just a little 😉. How's Camilla?"

Frankie: "Being an agent of chaos as usual. But don't worry, She says hi "

You couldn't help but laugh at the mental image of Frankie wrangling his energetic daughter.

You: "Tell her I said hi back! And make sure she doesn't give you too much trouble."

Frankie: "No promises. She's a handful, just like her old man."

You: "Guess that makes two of you then!"

As the day wore on, you found yourself eagerly anticipating each new message from Frankie. Your heart racing with every notification, like a lovesick teenager, completely caught up in the excitement of it all. Lost in the flurry of texts, you didn't notice the time slipping away until the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a soft, golden glow. With a contented sigh, you set your phone aside, feeling a sense of warmth and excitement bubbling inside you.

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Monday's had always been dreadful, the Sunday blues made a consistent appearance every night prior, causing you to curl up on your couch with a cup of your favorite tea to ease the anticipation of a new week. But ever since Frankie, things changed. His and Cami's arrival every Monday morning brought a sense of ease and excitement, at least, till now.

Your steps echoed down the clinic hallway as you nervously paced stealing glances out the window in the hopes of spotting the familiar sight of the green Jeep pulling into the parking lot. It was already fifteen minutes past the start of Cami's session, and Frankie had never been late before. Maybe there's traffic? Or maybe he regrets everything. A line has been crossed…What if-?

Heather strolled past you on her way to the printer, her voice cutting through your worried thoughts "How odd. Your kiddo's not here yet?"

"Nope" you replied, trying to sound casual "No sign of them yet"

"Oh by the way, did you see the e-mail from admin this morning?" She asked, sorting the thin stack of papers.

"Oh.." You realized you hadn't checked your emails, too preoccupied with setting up for the upcoming session "I haven't gotten to that yet, what's up?"

"We're sharing Cami now!" She squealed with a little too much excitement. "Their insurance approved them to be seen twice a week now! And, since you're schedule is booked they put her on mine for her second day. Isn't that great?"

"That's amazing! I'm glad she'll be getting all the help she needs" You flashed her a warm smile, "We're currently working on three-word phrases.. You'll love her, super cute kid and-"

"Even cuter Dad" Heather interjected, catching you off guard, "who knows maybe Mr. Morales will start bringing me coffee every session" She teased with a wink.

"Heather…it's not like tha-"

"Don't give me that look" She interrupted reading your expression, "No ring on that finger, sweetheart" she pointed out, leaning in closer. "And I know you know that too" her tone carrying a thinly veiled threat.

Is she onto something? No, that couldn't be right. I mean, how? Technically, there was nothing going on.

Thoughts of Frankie overwhelmed you, picturing his firm grip on your thighs as he lifted you, his breath sending shivers down your spine as it brushed against the curve of your neck. The memory of his lips meeting yours with an intense hunger consumed your mind.

Suddenly, the sound of a sweet little voice tore you away from your reminiscing thoughts and directed your attention to the clinic door, more specifically, the man holding her in his arms. "Peach time!" she cheered.

"Hey there Cami!"

"Sorry we're late" Frankie huffed as he set Camila down "Hit some unexpected traffic on the way over"

"That's okay, why don't we get started?" You suggested, keenly aware of Heather's lingering gaze.

Camilla's sweet giggles and squeals filled the clinic room. She had made so much progress- she was now able to label various body parts, colors, and household items. Her vocabulary had expanded so much in comparison to when she first started. She loved to sing, pop bubbles, and color, but most of all she loved to play with toy animals. Frankie was always so attentive to your advice and took special notice of the strong bond that you had with his daughter. He often wondered what it would look like to have you around more often.

"I meant to give you last week" Frankie pulled out a small envelope and handed it to you, "It would mean a lot to Cami and I, if you made it but we understand if you already have other plans"

You received the envelope with a shy smile. The watercolor safari-themed birthday invitation read, Four Ever Wild- Join us to celebrate Camila's 4th Birthday. "Oh Cami, you're growing so fast! Of course, I'd love to be there"

"Tell her how old you'll be." he gently encouraged, "show her- just like we've practiced"

Cami proudly lifted three little fingers, her other hand holding onto a plush elephant toy she brought from home.

Frankie chuckled "Almost there preciosa, remember you'll be four soon"

Camilla burst into giggles "I be fouh"

"Nice work Cami!" you praised, "Aww I can't wait to celebrate you, sweet girl"

Camilla smiled in response but her attention quickly shifted to your cube shelf. Her tiny hands eagerly grasped the small toy helicopter whose tail roter peeked out from the storage cube. She hurried to show off the toy to her father. "Papa look!.. choppuh!"

"A big chopper!" you said, reaching for another smaller model from the storage cube to continue Cami's play.

"Like the one Daddy flies," Frankie added, his eyes meeting yours with a warm smile spreading across his lips. "Speaking of… I'd like to take you with me sometime." Your heart skipped a beat as you bit your lip, a smile coloring your cheeks a rosy shade of pink in response to his offer.

"I'm sorry" he paused, a hint of nervousness flashing across his eyes "I should've waited until after the session to ask but I wanted to ask you in person"

"No, it's okay, I'd really like that," you replied, feeling your heart flutter with anticipation.

"Great, It's a date," Frankie confirmed, sealing the moment with a promise that made your heart swell.

As the session came to an end, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through you. With a lingering touch on your shoulder, Frankie whispered, "I'm excited to be your pilot." His breath brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Likewise," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Frankie's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "I'll make sure every moment is worth the wait," he promised.

It hadn't been long after you walked them out of the clinic when your phone's screen lit up with a text notification that made your heart skip a beat.

Frankie: You looked really beautiful this morning.

You: I think I'll look even better as your co-pilot ;)

Frankie: Oh, I bet. Might get a little too distracted.

You couldn't help but giggle at his response, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks.

Frankie: By the way, I haven't forgotten about that faucet. I can swing by Wednesday evening, If you're free.

You felt a wave of heat rise to your cheeks.

You: That works! Looking forward to seeing you, handyman.

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"He spent the night!?" Michele exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise as she set her wine glass down. "Spill woman, spill!! How was it?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Well, let's just say there were sparks, but it wasn't exactly um..a fireworks show."

Michele leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "What happened?"

You hesitated, trying to find the right words to describe the electric tension that had filled the air. "Well, we were definitely vibing, and things got pretty steamy, but then…"

"Then what?"

"Then we both kinda hit the brakes," you admitted, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. "But at least it was clear that the feelings are mutual."

Michele nodded understandingly. "Well, hey, progress is progress, right?"

"Yeah..," you agreed, taking a sip of your wine before adding "So, he's coming over tomorrow.."

"He's coming over tomorrow?" Her eyes lit up as she shifted in her seat.

"Yep, he's got his handyman hat on and is ready to tackle that faucet situation." You said biting your lip.

"Hmm, a little handyman action turning into something more?"

"Who knows?" you replied with a sly grin.

"Maybe he'll end up fixing more than just the plumbing" Michele giggled, "Whatever the case, I'll have my popcorn ready," she added with a wink.

"Anywho, what happened with the guy from the bar,"

Michele's expression a mix of amusement and chagrin. "Well, things were getting pretty hot and heavy…."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And?…"

"Then we get to his place, and his so-called roommates actually turned out to be his parents!"

You couldn't help but gasp "No way! Did his mom walk in on you guys or something?"

"Came in with a whole tray of milk and cookies!" You both burst out in laughter.

"Please tell me you took a cookie!"

"Yeah, but I think I'll pass on dating guys who still need a curfew. I swear I he looked older!"

—-

"Hey, do you think you can turn the shut-off valve?" Frankie's voice carried a playful edge as he glanced at you, noticing your eagerness to assist.

You had been keeping him company while he worked on your bathroom sink. Taking special notice of his broad shoulders made your sink look small. The way his muscles flexed as he tackled the task at hand. Having Frankie in your home once again stirred a sense of comfort and lit a fire deep within you.

"It's the one on the right," he directed with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, okay" You responded.

Reaching for the knob, you turned it, but before you could react, a sudden burst of water sprayed out, drenching both of you in surprise. You let out a surprised squeal as the water splashed onto your clothes, leaving you both thoroughly soaked. Laughter bubbled up between you as Frankie swiftly reached below the sink to shut off the valve.

"Well, that was unexpected," Frankie quipped, his grin widening as he failed to suppress his laughter

You covered your mouth in embarrassment, "I'm so sorry.."

"It's alright, Hermosa". He took notice of how your slicked strands framed your face. Even when drenched, you stirred admiration in him. "Oh god, you're soaked" Without a second thought Frankie instinctively grabbed a towel to pat you dry. "Here" He patted your cheek and trailed down to your collarbone, seemingly unaware that his touch had soon reached your breast. As Frankie's hands moved over your damp clothes with the towel, a charged atmosphere seemed to build between you. His touch was gentle yet firm, sending a fiery rush through you, as you felt his warmth radiating through the fabric. The atmosphere crackled with an intensity, an unspoken tension that hung between you, electric and undeniable, that left you dizzy.

You looked up into his eyes, finding they had darkened with something you couldn't quite place. His gaze lingered on your face, tracing the lines of your features as if committing them to memory. You soon realized that the moment had shifted into something deeper, emerging from a place of desire.

"Frankie…" Your response barely above a whisper.

Frankie's fingers brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your heart raced in your chest as you felt the closeness between you grow with each passing second. His proximity was intoxicating, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

"Yes?" he husked, his gaze searching your face for any hint of reservation.

"Don't. stop." you breathed, your heart racing.

Without a word, Frankie leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. The world around you seemed to fade away as you focused solely on the man before you, his breath mingling with yours in the space between you. Your lips met with an urgency that defied all reason, a hunger that begged to be sated. It was as if fireworks exploded overhead, igniting a fire within both of you, a culmination of longing and desire that had been building between you for far too long.

His hands reached for your thighs, as his kiss deepened, lifting you onto the sink with ease. Tools and various items fell to the floor, but in that moment, neither of you cared. His damp curls caressed your skin, leaving a trace of cool as his lips trailed down the crook of your neck. The heat of his breath sent shivers down your spine, releasing soft moans from your lips.

Frankie's fingers dance on the hem of your damp shirt, he examines your gaze watching your expression closely with a slight grin. The sight of you biting his lip drives him crazy but still, he waits for your response. "This okay?"

"Uh huh" you breathed, your chest now rising and falling rapidly as the tension rose and heat reached your center.

His large hands cup the full of your bra, the other working at the clasps of your bra, paying close attention to the way your supple breasts fell freely. It wasn't long before his lips enveloped your nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue in just the right way that sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

You desperately reached for Frankie who was now straining against his jeans. He shook his head and stopped your efforts "You first, Hermosa" he teased with a half smile, his hand dragged your skirt up your thigh and moved your panties to the side. Running his fingers through your slickened center, "already so wet for me" he whispered.

His fingers slid into your core pumping slowly and increasing in pace, leaving you breathless. "I want you to come for me.. like this" his voice hoarse with wanting. The way his fingers felt inside you drove you dizzy, your body already responding to his every move. His thumb circling deliciously over your clit compelling you to become undone in his arms. He reveled in watching your expression dissolve into waves of pleasure accompanied by the sweet noises that you made.

"Take me to bed" you managed.

Frankie's embrace felt strong and secure as he carried you to bed. Quickly getting rid of your clothes, you frantically started at his belt. Your hands grazed his hard cock straining against his jeans and let out a surprised squeal when Frankie, pulled your legs down to the edge of your bed.

"I wasn't done" he growled, sinking to his knees.

His eyes glazed over as he took you in and placed soft kisses that teased the tender skin of your thighs as he parted them, lifting them over his broad glistening shoulders. His mouth soon found your slick heat, his tongue lapped and sucking at your center. Each graze, and swirl of his tongue built up to send shockwaves of pleasure bringing you to the edge. You let out a desperate moan, your body writhing in response to him. needed him desperately, you needed to have him, now.

"Fuck…" you panted "I can't.."

"Use your words," He said, between your lips.

"I can't… take it…anymore" You propped yourself to see the sight of him hovering over you and pausing to look at you. "Fuck me.. Frankie…please"

He looked so beautiful in the moonlight that peered into your room his curls still damp from moments earlier. Hovering over you, kissing his way up your body as his hand lit a trail of heat as it explored the rest of you.

"Is this what you want?" He murmured, his eyes, dark yet filled with genuine concern, reflecting the awareness of the threshold you both were on the verge of crossing.

You closed the distance between you, capturing his lips. It was a declaration, a defiance against the constraints that had held you back for so long. In that instant, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment. There were no more doubts, no more hesitations.

You welcomed the ache as he sank his hard cock into your heat. Each roll of his hips pushed deeper and deeper into you as he set the pace. You melted under him, the moonlight highlighting your bouncing breasts. His shoulders never looked more broad. The way he hovered over you, thrusting into you as he swirled his tongue over your aroused nipple, had you seeing stars. Frankie enveloped each of your cries with kisses.

"Come on baby, come on, come for me" He rasped, being spurred on by the sound of your glistening skin being pounded into.

His rhythm quickened as the headboard above you mirrored his thrusts. You reached for his hips driving him even deeper to hit that sweet spot over and over again until your pussy pulsed around him.

"F-frankie I'm coming!!" You screamed climaxing into pure ecstasy, unraveling under him as he buried into you, sending shockwaves all over your body.

"Fuck" he hissed, his pace now languid, each movement deliberate as he savored every movement before bursting into your heat.

He rolled over to the side of the bed, breathing in deep chests rising and falling catching your breath. He placed a sweet tender kiss on your lips before reaching for a towel to clean you up.

"I've never been more glad for a faulty faucet" you quipped, flashing him a smile.

He tenderly tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle as he took in the sight of you in your most vulnerable form. He smiled and was about to breathe out his response when the frantic buzzing of his phone derailed his thoughts.

His eyebrows furrowed in the glow of his phone to see three missed calls from Pope.

"Pope, what's going on? Is Camilla okay?" Frankie's heart pounded

"Yeah, she's fine, she's sleeping now." He paused, not knowing how to break the news to him, "It's Ashley… she showed up to the house."

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Pedro doesn’t get enough credit for his A+ eyefuck game

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Sun moon and stars ✨ we’re so lucky to live here

NO OTHER PLANET IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM GETS TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSES!! THE SIZE AND DISTANCE OF OUR MOON FROM EARTH AND THE SUN MAKE THE PERFECT CIRCUMSTANCES TO GET TOTALITY!!! THE EARTH AND MOON ARE SOOOO COOL AND OF COURSE OUR SUN!! I LOVE LIVING ON EARTH I LOVE YOU EARTH I LOVE YOUUUUU MOON I LOVE YOU SUN

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Mel, I loved this so much!! This little fic made my day🥹♥️ been struggling with some insecurities of my own, so this hit home for me. Ugh I love Marcus, he’s so sweet!

Summary: It's the FBI 4th of July party and Agent Pike comes to your rescue.

Word count: 2.7

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, Reader wears a dress and wedges but is otherwise a blank state, self-deprecating thoughts and feelings of inadequacy (on Reader's part), no use of y/n, this is my first time writing Marcus I have never watched The Mentalist

A/N: Written for @iamasaddie 's writing challenge 2.0. My genre was pining and my prompt was "You're so full of shit" (I just yeeted this one in the story, I don't know, man). Like I said, I've never written for Marcus but I wanted to do something different than Frankie so here it is, thanks for giving me inspiration to do it! I'm not a native speaker, this is unbeta'd. I hope you enjoy and I'd love to hear what you think of it!

It seemed like a good idea at the time. To buy a dress with pockets. A cute, flowery summer outfit. Also practical. You should probably have tested the depth and width of said pockets beforehand.

Because right now, it’s a struggle to pull your phone out of it, stuck at the seams.

Desperately trying not to rip it open, in the middle of the 4th of July party with the entire Bureau there, or almost. The first time you even put the dress on. The bottle of soda in your other hand is close to spilling on it and let’s not talk about the plate you precariously balance, two fingers holding on to it for dear life.

What a stupid idea it was, to find the flower blooms on the edge of the lawn so breathtaking that you just had to go take a picture of them.

You tug on your phone again, thumb stuck between it and the dress. A sharp tug and you feel and hear the food tumbling down to the grass. And you curse. Tug again.

“Here! Wait! Hold on. Let me help you.”

Your savior. Making a quick jog to your side. Not in shining armor but in a crisp white tee-shirt and some shorts. The most casual you’ve ever seen him dress. Sometimes after work, when you go out for drinks with your colleagues, he’ll loosen his tie and forego the jacket and that’s already a pretty sight. And that’s without including the evening he even popped the top buttons of his shirt open and rolled up the sleeves for a game of pool and you’d lost track of your conversation with the girls.

Today is different, muscles flexing as he takes the soda from you, a helpful smile on his face, those same sunglasses that always drive you insane and you feel your face heat up, blood pumping underneath the skin. And not just from embarrassment.

Somehow you’d have preferred it if he’d chosen to help tug on your phone. Those hands, those fingers, so close to your skin, flimsy dress that would have let you feel his touch as if it had been on your naked skin.

That would have been better.

Still your savior, clicking his tongue at the food at your feet.

“Can’t do much about that, though.”

“Dead on impact?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Feast for the ants.”

He chuckles at the quip, at the triumphant “ahah” as finally, finally, your phone is free.

“Thanks, Marcus.”

“No problem.”

They do touch you, his fingers, when they brush yours, taking your drink back from him. Sparks through your veins, up your spine to the small hair on the nape of your neck. Beads of sweat in the hot summer afternoon and he’s so close still. Smells like fresh laundry and the barbecue he was helping with, swirls of the scents surrounding you as he stays there, watches you snap your pictures.

“I’ve always wished I could have a garden like that.” Your boss has a fantastic one. And a house. And the pool where the children are having their best life. “Instead I have a windowsill and try as I might, I’ll never have room for that many,” you sigh.

Too small, not enough pots and not enough space, and real estate doesn’t care if you’d like tulips and dahlias and daffodils on end, prices are still through the roof.

“I had a plant,” Marcus supplies, hands in the pockets of his shorts, “and it just….didn’t survive my last mission.”

Months away without really being able to check back home, if he can even call it home, and also he’d forgotten to leave a window open and perhaps he should have invested in the cleaning service the bulletin board had advertised. Perhaps then it wouldn’t have been left in the dark. It could have been watered.

“Ouchie,” you sympathize but he only shrugs.

“But we got the bad guys so I suppose I can live with its sacrifice.”

“Yeah, congrats on that by the way. I haven’t had a chance to tell you yet.”

“I know. It’s been crazy busy.”

Marcus sighs, rubs a hand down his face. So much paperwork after the arrests and it’s been a couple of weeks and yet, he’s still getting his footing back, trying to keep his head above water and not drown in all the files on his desk.

The long weekend, it’s more than welcome then. The breeze under the shade of the tree, the pink and orange and yellow and purple sprawled at his feet and the beer in his hand.

Not having to pretend anymore.

He scratches at his beard.

“I haven’t even had time to shave.”

You almost swallow wrong, sputter. What a shame it would be if he did. And you almost blurt that out. Before your brain catches up on your tongue.

“I think it suits you,” you squeak instead.

“Yeah?”

He rubs at his chin, takes a swig of his beer and it’s hypnotizing, the way his throat bobs and the facial hair on his jaw. Around his mouth when he wipes a runaway drop and what you wouldn’t give to do the same. How soft his lips must feel and how coarse his cheek would be against yours. It wouldn’t sting, though, you don’t think. And if it did, he’d soothe it all, Special Agent Pike. He’s sweet like that.

Always the highlight of your day when he drops by your desk. Sweet and nice with everyone, you’re no one special, just a colleague, which makes it even more inappropriate, how you’ve been feeling about him. Almost from the moment you were introduced.

But it’ll be a shit show, when you let him know and he’ll be polite and kind when he lets you down. Except you won’t ever be able to talk to him again so you’d rather swallow it all down, bury it deep, if it means you can still see him on a regular basis.

“Maybe I’ll keep it then,” Marcus ponders, thumbing at his beard. “If you like it.”

“It’s nice.”

“But I may—”

“Shut up! Jeez, you’re so full of shit, Denvers! Yo, Pike! Get your ass over here!”

Perfect synchronization in how you both turn towards the barbecue and your colleagues in charge of the food there. The men who have so rudely interrupted you and the white cotton, it stretches on Marcus’s shoulders when he sighs, gives you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, duty calls.”

“I didn’t know you were an expert at barbecuing.”

“I’m full of secrets like that. Can I get you another hot dog while I’m at it?”

You barely got a bite or two of yours before dropping it and your stomach is starting to rebel at the lack of food. Butterflies at talking to him can’t sustain you forever.

“Oh, no, I can get it my—”

“Ah, my pleasure. Anything for my favorite analyst. Hang on tight, enjoy your flowers.”

The crinkles around his eyes, peeking at the edge of his sunglasses, they stretch with his wide smile and his wink. They leave you flustered, staring at his back, eyes daring to dart lower to admire how he walks back to argue about cooking and charcoal and seasoning.

Flustered and enthralled and you hardly notice someone has taken Marcus’s spot by your side until they bump their shoulder against yours and grabby fingers tug at your sleeve.

“So, do you think today might be the day?”

“Uh?”

“When you finally ask Agent Handsome out?”

“And have to quit my job? I’d rather not. Hi, love, how was your nap?”

The baby in her arms smiles big at you, tug a bit more on your dress and refuses to let go until his mother distracts him with the shiny rings on her fingers.

“Always so dramatic, I’d forgotten about that.”

“Is there something you haven’t forgotten? Like, do you even remember your password?”

“Nope. And I couldn’t be happier about it.”

“Not coming back anytime soon then?”

Your work buddy who’s spent the last year or so having a baby and caring for it and hasn’t set foot in the office ever since. But you forgive her, the little boy is extra cute and claps as she lowers him and herself so he can look at all the bright flowers and the colors and then she groans, sits down in the grass.

Soft and warm and weight off your legs and your wedges when you join them and you could probably lie down and fall asleep, the lull of conversations everywhere a lullaby. Somewhat. Like the chirping of birds in the branches. Hidden.

“Not if I can help it. But don’t change the subject. Pike?”

“He’s very nice.”

“He’s hot.”

“Aren’t you married?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” She shrugs. “He’s still hot.”

“He is,” you agree dreamily, fighting the urge to steal a glance at him. “But it’s—it wouldn’t work. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“Has he told you that?”

No. Because you’d die of shame before admitting your feelings. It’s only a crush. A silly crush you’ve harbored for months and the stings of envy you’ve felt when you caught him talking to another woman at the bar, weeks ago, they were so real that you went to bed crying at how pathetic you were. A silly crush you wish could pass and yet here you are.

No way Marcus Pike could ever be interested in you. Not when he can have anyone he likes. He’s so gorgeous, way out of your league.

You tut instead of a proper answer, because he doesn’t need to tell you for you to know he can do better. You tut and play with blades of grass instead. Your soda gone and that’s a good thing, with how she shoves your shoulder again. Roughly.

“Ouch!”

“For a behavior analyst, you’re really shit at it when you’re off duty, aren’t you? Look at him!”

A quick glance towards the end of the backyard, your eyes directly finding his, already gazing at you. Not dropping when they meet. Sunglasses dangling from the collar of his tee-shirt and paper plates in his hands. He holds one up to you, inquiring silently and you nod so fast, something cracks in your neck. Dizzying.

“I’m telling you. He’s into you. I’m sure if you ask him to show you his hot dog, he will.”

She wiggles her eyebrows, giggling at how you scrunch up your nose, annoyed that you can’t retaliate with a shove of your own, that would upset the baby. Instead, you dramatically cover his little ears, glass bottle tipping in the sunshine, the last drops spilling in the grass. Refreshment for the ants.

“Don’t listen to your mom, she says the grossest things.”

“That doesn’t make them any less true,” she whispers hastily, already scrambling back up, white petals in her son’s little fist. “Hi, Marcus!”

“Hi, Cora! I—do you want this one? I’ll go get another one.” He offers her his plate and could he be more attentive, you’re melting. And not from the bright sun.

“I’m okay, thanks. This one’s in need of a diaper change. I’ll see you later? Enjoy your hot dogs!”

You throw her a dark look as she scampers off, children a wonderful excuse. A dark look that Marcus can’t see while he’s kneeling and sitting by your side. A groan at how low the ground is but then a contented noise at kicking his shoes off and feeling the grass against the soles of his feet and you think he may actually be trying to kill you.

Blissed out and carefree and so attentive, you don’t even have to pretend he didn’t get your hot dog right because amazingly, he did.

You hold the plate out, gaping. At it. At him. Astonished, not touching any of it.

“Did I forget something?”

There’s the mustard and the ketchup spilling from the bun. Onions and pickles on two little piles by it, not touching. And the bun is wholegrain. Where did he find it? It wasn’t an option when you first went to get some food or you would have hoarded a couple.

“It’s perfect, Marcus. How—how did you know?”

“That’s how you take it when you go to the food truck by the water, isn’t it?”

Lunch break in the city, when the trees are blossoming, when it’s sunny enough to eat outside. The ripples of calm on the river, how refreshing it is. Away from phones ringing and artificial lights and the clink clink clink of typing on keyboards. What you most look forward to after winter.

“Have you been spying on me, Agent Pike?”

You dip your head, a teasing edge to your smile and the way he adverts his gaze from your mouth to your eyes, maybe Cora isn’t that wrong. Or maybe the sun is in his face. How he squints and clears his throat.

“It’s a peaceful spot, isn’t it? I go there, too, sometimes. For coffee. Saw you a couple of times. Always on the same bench.”

“Far enough away from the geese.”

“I figured. But I—for the record, I wasn’t spying. Just happened to see you there and well, you’re—you’re pretty to look at.”

He mumbles it really, around a mouthful of hot dog, the pink of his tongue darting out to lick the mustard and the salt and the grease at the corner of his mouth, eyes never leaving yours, boring into your very heart. How it beats wild against your rib cage and you can’t seem to be able to break the spell.

The deep tone of his flirting, you think, at least you hope it’s what it is and not delusions that Cora has planted in your head. You can’t quite hold your plate steady, fingers sweaty.

“You’re just saying that,” you reply eventually and as you cast your eyes down you miss how Marcus frowns. You hear his confusion, though.

“Why would I do that?”

“Well, because you’re you and I’m...I’m just me.”

“Yes, you’re pretty. The first time I saw you there, by yourself, I meant to ask if you wanted company but you were reading and I didn’t want to bother you.”

Adding some beauty to the marvelous scenery. Making it more serene in how unbothered you were by your surroundings, how captivated you were by the story on the pages and it’d have been a crime, to interrupt that.

“Oh.”

They’re heavy, your eyelids, scared to bat open and up to catch him looking at you. A weight on your shoulders that hold them down, because what if he’s making fun of you. But it’s Agent Pike and Agent Pike doesn’t do that. You don’t think. He’s never let his hand wander so close to you either. Fingertips hovering by the hem of your dress, the soft skin of your thigh and it’s almost like an electric shock, the barely there brush of a nail. Enough to make you snap your head up.

Blood pumping under your cheeks and in your ears and hot dogs completely forgotten.

“You’re real pretty,” Marcus says again, lips parted and sincerity pouring out of his eyes, whispered into the world by velvet lips.

“Thanks. You too.”

A stupid thing to say, you can do so much better, there are so many things you like about him and yet, your brain is frozen. Not that it upsets him, judging by how his face lights up and how it emboldens him, the simple words. How his fingers creep closer to you again, toying with the hem of the dress again. A longer brush of his skin on yours and that’s certainly not going to help you find better vocabulary.

“Do you think next time I see you on that bench, I could come keep you company? I can’t promise I’ll be as good as your book but—”

“You will be.” Not doubt about it.

“Good. Monday?”

You’ve always loved Marcus’s dimples, how they shine when he laughs or genuinely smiles and right now, they’re all you can see. And they’re here because of you and it almost seems too good to be true.

Except it is. True. How warm his hand is when you cover it with your hand. Greasy and clammy.

“Yeah, Monday.”

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modernperplexity · 21 days

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Thank you for reading and re-blogging 💗🥹 I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

Summary: You're a speech therapist assistant who moves back to your home state of Florida after a failed relationship. On a night out with friends celebrating your return, you meet a hot single dad.

Series Rating: E (18+) I don't want to give away too much but you get the point. Minors DNI.

A/N: I had the idea of a speech therapist!reader x Frankie after reading so many amazing teacher!reader x Frankie fics. This is my first fic EVER, so please be gentle with me <3 My ask is always open for questions, comments, suggestions etc. I’m so excited to be part of this community and I hope you enjoy when I get to post. Join the tag list here :)

Special thanks to @ssuperficialspacecadett, your advice on fic writing was truly helpful and your writing has been inspiring! Hope I make you proud <3 Please be sure to check out her writing!

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Happy reading loves! 💜

Status: WIP

Chapter 1: Homecoming

Chapter 2: The Waiting Room

Chapter 3: The Crush

Chapter 4: Whiskey Sours & Sweet Confessions

Chapter 5: Edge of Desire

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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modernperplexity · 21 days

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Yess! I’m proud about that scene! I’m glad the spiciness translated well. Oh god, it was time, those two needed to go for it the first night lol

Also, those gifs had me cracking up!