Chapter 12

While Jon went into the living room to do his interview, Frannie cleaned up the lunch dishes and went out into her studio. I need this she thought. I need to move beyond what happened this morning. I need to take control. Looking around, she did a little rearranging and tried to picture how she wanted him.

When Jon walked in she had a blank canvas on the easel and the small couch near the window. The sunlight filtering in would ease the harshness and soften the edges. After fluffing the pillow in the corner of the couch she turned to him. “Any chance you have your guitar in your car?” He nodded, “actually, I do.” A smile lit her face, “could you get it?” “Sure.” He came back, guitar in hand, “where do you want me?” This was new for him. He had posed for photographs, but holding a pose so someone could paint him, well, this would be a challenge. He didn’t do sitting still well, but for her, he would do his best.

Frannie had him take his shirt off and tuck into the corner of the couch, one leg stretched out the length of it, the other bent at the knee, foot resting on the floor. The guitar was in his lap, one hand on the neck, the other laying across the body. Standing at the easel she took in the sight in front of her. It made her mouth water. Shaking her head to try and focus, she had him sink down a little further, so he could lay his head against the back of the couch and still look at her. “Okay” she smiled, “don’t move.” She picked up her paintbrush and worked in silence for the first little while, wanting to capture the mood.

As time moved on she started talking to him. They learned about each other that afternoon. Finding out the little things that make each other who they are. They found they had more in common than just mob movies and football. They loved warm summer days and vacationing at the beach. They shared a love of a nice crisp white wine and cookies were the one food neither could avoid.

They had passion for their respective lines of work, and while neither craved the accolades for what they did, they craved the outlet it provided, and at the end of the day that was all that was really important to them, creating something they believed in and wanting to share it with anyone and everyone.

When Frannie finally put down her brush she looked around the canvas at Jon. His head was still resting against the back of the couch and his eyes were closed. It seemed he was asleep as he hadn’t said a word in the last five minutes. Picking up the feather she had placed on her work table earlier, she walked over to him.

She picked the guitar up and set it aside, only then noticing the bulge in his jeans. This is going to be fun. Kneeling on the floor in front of him she lightly drew the feather up one arm and down across his chest, pausing to tease a nipple, then down across his abdomen, stopping to swirl in his navel. As she dragged it back up he started to move. She was tracing the tattoo on his left arm when he flinched again.

What the hell is tickling me? Jon cracked one eye open just enough to find out what was going on. He watched as she moved the feather on him. He tried not to move, but when the feather passed low on his abdomen a second time he put his hand over hers. Frannie looked up at him, “I found my feather.” He grasped her wrist and pulled her up on top of him, “I see, come here.” He pulled her down and his mouth claimed hers. The kiss took her breath and left her wanting more. Jon pulled away, “watching you this afternoon, it was making me nuts not being able to touch you.” Frannie brought her mouth within a whisper of his, “touch me now” she told him as she fastened her mouth to his. His hands worked their way under her shirt, stroking the smooth skin of her lower back. He brought his hands to her front, unbuttoning her shirt and dragging it down her arms. She pulled her mouth from his to sit up and pull the shirt from her wrists, dropping the feather to the floor with it. Jon’s hands came up and cupped her lace covered breasts, thumbs rubbing across the tips, hardening them instantly.

As he continued to tease her through her bra she moved her hips against him, making him harder, his jeans more uncomfortable. His hands moved from her breasts to the button on her jeans. She stilled his hands and climbed off of him. Standing beside the couch and looking down at him, she could see exactly what she had done to him. With a smile she knelt next to the sofa and undid his jeans, sliding them down and off. She looked up at him, “I should have painted you nude, you are magnificent.” He flushed at her compliment and sat up, reaching for her.

She dodged his hand and knelt in front of him, running her tongue up and down the hard length of him. When she took him in her mouth his head fell against the back of the couch, “God Frannie.” The closer he got to release, the harder he tried to hold back. He fisted his hands in her hair and gave a gentle tug, “Frannie, stop.” She looked up at him, “what’s wrong?” His breathing was labored as he tried to talk. “I want to, need to be inside you.” He tugged her up and unfastened her jeans, sliding them and her panties down her legs and off. He ran his tongue across her slit before shifting on the couch so she was laying on it. He bent over her, letting his tongue trace a path from her shoulder to her mouth, from her mouth to her breasts.

He kissed his way down across her stomach, pausing to look up at her. She was watching him, her amber eyes dilated and dark. She watched as he reached down and picked the feather up off the floor. He dragged it across her skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. He circled her nipples and they seemed to stiffen even more. As she had done to him, he dragged it down over her stomach, swirled it around her navel and took it lower, circling her clit and brushing it against her thigh. “Jon” she moaned out. He circled her clit again, watching her face as he did. He slid a finger into her as she teased her with the feather, “cum for me baby.” He moved his fingers and she came with his name on her lips, never taking her eyes from his.

Dropping the feather and slipping his fingers from her, Jon pulled her up and onto his lap, filling her in one long slow stroke. “God baby you feel so good” he told her as she moved on him. He could feel her tightening on him and he urged her to move faster, his hands on her hips guiding her. She came with a scream and he with a groan as he emptied himself into her.

They sat on the couch, Frannie’s head resting on Jon’s shoulder, his resting against the back of the couch, trying to catch their breath. Jon hands moved on her, caressing her back, soothing and settling. She kissed his shoulder and up his neck to his mouth, kissing him lightly. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, “do I get to see the painting?” Frannie picked her head up and looked at him, “sure.” They rose from the couch and pulled their clothes back on before she showed Jon what she had done. He turned to look at it and she told him, “I’m going to call it ‘Rock Star at Rest’. What do you think?” He didn’t know what to say. It was amazing. “It’s fantastic baby.” Frannie beamed, “I’d like to put it in the show at the end of the month. Would that be all right?” He nodded his head, “just let me know when the show is so I can be there. I don’t think I want anyone else having this particular painting.” Just then Sophie’s cries came through the monitor. “Come on, I have to go get her.” Frannie tugged Jon away from the easel and into the house.

The afternoon had waned to early evening and dusk was starting to settle as Frannie walked through the house to get Sophie. She turned on lights as she went, her fears starting to creep up again. She tried to tamp them down, but Jon noticed as soon as she walked back into the living room. He had watched her turn all the lights on and he could see it in her face when she came back. “Why don’t you come home with me tonight? I’d feel better if you weren’t here alone.” Frannie sat down to fee Sophie, considering Jon’s offer. She looked down at Sophie and then back up at Jon, “okay” she said softly. He took Sophie from her after she was finished and Frannie went to pack a bag for overnight.

She came back into the living room and stopped at the sight Jon and her daughter made. He was looking down at her in his arms and her little hand was resting on his cheek. Frannie could see Jon’s lips moving, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. She inched further into the room and caught the last verse of the song he was singing to her.

cause I've seen rainbows that could take your breath away

the beauty of the setting sun on any given day

and when it comes to shooting stars I have seen a few

but I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you

He looked up; sensing he wasn’t alone anymore and his cheeks were pink. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Frannie walked over to him and kissed him, “that was the sweetest thing I have ever seen.” She looked down at her baby girl and stroked her cheek. “You are a lucky little girl sweetie.” She looked back up at Jon, “I’m a lucky girl too.” With his free hand Jon reached out and pulled Frannie closer, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I think you got that wrong Frannie. I am most definitely the lucky one here.” He kissed her once more and then turned to strap Sophie into her car seat.

“I’m just going to run out to the studio, I’ll be right back” Frannie told Jon as he struggled with the car seat. Walking into her studio she grabbed the monitor off the table and walked toward Jon’s guitar. She felt a cool breeze and looked up, the window was broken. “What the…” her voice trailed off as she realized she wasn’t alone in the room. Turning she saw him. “What are you doing in here?