Entering the house Frannie bid goodnight to Tico and left he and Jon in the den, sipping a brandy and talking about the evening. She made her way upstairs, wanting to check on Sophie.
In Sophie’s room she walked to the crib and gazed down at her sleeping baby. She was on her stomach, butt up in the air and her thumb had made its way into her mouth. Frannie pulled the blanket up and ran her hand lightly over the soft downy hair. “I love you baby girl” she whispered as she stood and watched her daughter sleep. Frannie’s eyes started to get heavy as she stood there so with a final light caress across the baby’s cheek, she left the room and headed to the room next door.
Stopping at the dresser, she removed the bangle from her wrist and the scarf from her neck. She pulled the pins from her hair and let the dark mass tumble down past her shoulders as she gently shook it out. Crossing to the bed she sat and removed her shoes and then lay back, just going to close my eyes for a minute.
Jon came up a little while later and found Frannie lying across the bed. “Hey baby, you going to get undressed?” When she didn’t move, didn’t answer him, he moved closer and realized that she was asleep. Jon reached over and shook her gently, “baby?” When she still didn’t move he shook her a little harder, “come on baby, you need to at least get your dress off.” Frannie cracked open her eyes, “wh-what?” Jon smiled, “you fell asleep, come on sit up, I’ll help you with your dress.”
She sat up sleepily and he reached around and unzipped the dress, sliding it down her arms and letting it pool at her waist. He reached around her again and unclasped her bra, sliding it off and dropping it on the chair by the bed. Frannie made a move to stand and Jon helped her, letting the dress fall to the floor. He picked it up and laid it on the chair along with her bra. Her garter and stockings followed, leaving her clad in only her black lace thong. Jon shook his head, as much as he wanted her now, he knew she was too tired tonight. He pulled the covers back on the bed and she crawled in. “What about you?”
Jon looked down at her, “just give me a minute baby.” He stripped out of his suit and slid into bed next to her, pulling her close. She pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, “I’m sorry Jon; I’m just so tired.” He cradled her in his arms and kissed her head, “Don’t worry about it baby. We’ve got all week, sleep now.” He felt her relax against him and as her breathing evened out he knew she was asleep. He thought about the evening and wondered if she had meant what she said about giving all the money away. It was a noble gesture, no doubt about that, but was it realistic for her? He was going to have to talk to her about that, find out what she really intended.
He stroked the dark hair that was spread across him; he was finding it harder and harder to imagine his life without Frannie in it. He loved that she had come to Philly with him, had wanted to know that part of his life. While Dorothea hadn’t minded it, she wasn’t a fan of it either. Getting her to go with him had been akin to pulling teeth with no novocaine, excruciatingly painful. It had gotten to the point where he just stopped asking her to go with him anywhere. True, he liked to stay home as much as the next guy, but there were certain events and outings that couldn’t be avoided. He sighed and kissed the top of Frannie’s head, “I love you baby” he whispered into the dark as he drifted off.
Frannie woke early, before the alarm and found herself still wrapped in Jon’s embrace. She snuggled, enjoying the warmth of him and then, very carefully, she tried to untangle herself from him without waking him up. She wasn’t successful. As she tried to move away from him Jon tightened his hold on her. Looking up, Frannie found herself looking right into his dangerous baby blues. “Good morning.”
He smiled a sleepy morning smile at her, “where do you think you’re going?” Frannie smiled back, “apparently nowhere.” He kissed her forehead, “glad you figured that out.” They lay together, chatting about the night before and the trip that they were leaving on in a few hours. “Baby?” Frannie looked up at him, “hmmm, what?” He stroked her arm lightly with his fingers, “are you really going to give all the money you made last night away?” She pressed a kiss to the center of his chest then levered herself up on her elbow so she could look at him, “that’s my plan, yes. Does that surprise you?”
Jon thought about what she said, “no, I guess it doesn’t, but I thought you would keep a little for yourself.” “Well” she stroked her fingers over his chest and up his neck, “I’ll tuck some away for Sophie but, there’s this guy I’ve been seeing, and well, I think I might want to get him a little something too.” Jon took her hand, kissed her palm and pushed her so she was lying on her back, kissing down her neck to the top of her chest, “you don’t need to spend your money on me baby.” Frannie looked down at him, a wicked twinkle in her eye, “what makes you think I was talking about you?” He jerked his head up and, seeing that she was teasing nipped at her neck and pouted “what, I’m not good enough for you anymore?” While he waited for her answer he kept his mouth busy on her skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps as he worked his way to her breasts.
Frannie smiled naughtily, “its not that you’re not good enough” she gasped when he circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, “yeah then what is it?” He asked without looking up at her. She smiled and sighed as he gently sucked on the hardened tip, “you’re older than me.” He looked up at her then, seeing the smile on her face. He smiled back at her, “bitch. I may be older baby, but with age comes experience.” Frannie laughed, “oh really, can you back that statement up?” Jon shook his head, “oh yeah.” She drew him up to her and kissed him hard, “prove it baby.”
Jon took the challenge and by the time had to get out of bed, Frannie had no doubt in her mind that his age would never be a hindrance to his abilities. He sauntered to the bathroom to shower and stopped, looking back at where she still lay in the bed, “are you going to get up?” Frannie looked over at him, a sated look on her face, “I’m not sure I can walk yet.” Jon smirked at her, “and you called me old.” She stuck her tongue out at him, threw the covers off and joined him in the shower.
In Sophie’s room she walked to the crib and gazed down at her sleeping baby. She was on her stomach, butt up in the air and her thumb had made its way into her mouth. Frannie pulled the blanket up and ran her hand lightly over the soft downy hair. “I love you baby girl” she whispered as she stood and watched her daughter sleep. Frannie’s eyes started to get heavy as she stood there so with a final light caress across the baby’s cheek, she left the room and headed to the room next door.
Stopping at the dresser, she removed the bangle from her wrist and the scarf from her neck. She pulled the pins from her hair and let the dark mass tumble down past her shoulders as she gently shook it out. Crossing to the bed she sat and removed her shoes and then lay back, just going to close my eyes for a minute.
Jon came up a little while later and found Frannie lying across the bed. “Hey baby, you going to get undressed?” When she didn’t move, didn’t answer him, he moved closer and realized that she was asleep. Jon reached over and shook her gently, “baby?” When she still didn’t move he shook her a little harder, “come on baby, you need to at least get your dress off.” Frannie cracked open her eyes, “wh-what?” Jon smiled, “you fell asleep, come on sit up, I’ll help you with your dress.”
She sat up sleepily and he reached around and unzipped the dress, sliding it down her arms and letting it pool at her waist. He reached around her again and unclasped her bra, sliding it off and dropping it on the chair by the bed. Frannie made a move to stand and Jon helped her, letting the dress fall to the floor. He picked it up and laid it on the chair along with her bra. Her garter and stockings followed, leaving her clad in only her black lace thong. Jon shook his head, as much as he wanted her now, he knew she was too tired tonight. He pulled the covers back on the bed and she crawled in. “What about you?”
Jon looked down at her, “just give me a minute baby.” He stripped out of his suit and slid into bed next to her, pulling her close. She pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, “I’m sorry Jon; I’m just so tired.” He cradled her in his arms and kissed her head, “Don’t worry about it baby. We’ve got all week, sleep now.” He felt her relax against him and as her breathing evened out he knew she was asleep. He thought about the evening and wondered if she had meant what she said about giving all the money away. It was a noble gesture, no doubt about that, but was it realistic for her? He was going to have to talk to her about that, find out what she really intended.
He stroked the dark hair that was spread across him; he was finding it harder and harder to imagine his life without Frannie in it. He loved that she had come to Philly with him, had wanted to know that part of his life. While Dorothea hadn’t minded it, she wasn’t a fan of it either. Getting her to go with him had been akin to pulling teeth with no novocaine, excruciatingly painful. It had gotten to the point where he just stopped asking her to go with him anywhere. True, he liked to stay home as much as the next guy, but there were certain events and outings that couldn’t be avoided. He sighed and kissed the top of Frannie’s head, “I love you baby” he whispered into the dark as he drifted off.
Frannie woke early, before the alarm and found herself still wrapped in Jon’s embrace. She snuggled, enjoying the warmth of him and then, very carefully, she tried to untangle herself from him without waking him up. She wasn’t successful. As she tried to move away from him Jon tightened his hold on her. Looking up, Frannie found herself looking right into his dangerous baby blues. “Good morning.”
He smiled a sleepy morning smile at her, “where do you think you’re going?” Frannie smiled back, “apparently nowhere.” He kissed her forehead, “glad you figured that out.” They lay together, chatting about the night before and the trip that they were leaving on in a few hours. “Baby?” Frannie looked up at him, “hmmm, what?” He stroked her arm lightly with his fingers, “are you really going to give all the money you made last night away?” She pressed a kiss to the center of his chest then levered herself up on her elbow so she could look at him, “that’s my plan, yes. Does that surprise you?”
Jon thought about what she said, “no, I guess it doesn’t, but I thought you would keep a little for yourself.” “Well” she stroked her fingers over his chest and up his neck, “I’ll tuck some away for Sophie but, there’s this guy I’ve been seeing, and well, I think I might want to get him a little something too.” Jon took her hand, kissed her palm and pushed her so she was lying on her back, kissing down her neck to the top of her chest, “you don’t need to spend your money on me baby.” Frannie looked down at him, a wicked twinkle in her eye, “what makes you think I was talking about you?” He jerked his head up and, seeing that she was teasing nipped at her neck and pouted “what, I’m not good enough for you anymore?” While he waited for her answer he kept his mouth busy on her skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps as he worked his way to her breasts.
Frannie smiled naughtily, “its not that you’re not good enough” she gasped when he circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, “yeah then what is it?” He asked without looking up at her. She smiled and sighed as he gently sucked on the hardened tip, “you’re older than me.” He looked up at her then, seeing the smile on her face. He smiled back at her, “bitch. I may be older baby, but with age comes experience.” Frannie laughed, “oh really, can you back that statement up?” Jon shook his head, “oh yeah.” She drew him up to her and kissed him hard, “prove it baby.”
Jon took the challenge and by the time had to get out of bed, Frannie had no doubt in her mind that his age would never be a hindrance to his abilities. He sauntered to the bathroom to shower and stopped, looking back at where she still lay in the bed, “are you going to get up?” Frannie looked over at him, a sated look on her face, “I’m not sure I can walk yet.” Jon smirked at her, “and you called me old.” She stuck her tongue out at him, threw the covers off and joined him in the shower.
4 comments:
What a fun chapter, Steph! "Prove it" indeed. Yes please! LOL.
WOW! Just read straight through to Chap 27...went to click on newer post...and was glad I was home alone as the words that came outa my mouth were NOT ladylike! Great, great story. Love the realness of the characters and all the different interactions with others. More, please??? BTW, this is Sunstreaked. Forgot darn password!
Awesome! More please? And soon!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok need more detail as how Jon proved it lmao. See the devils on my shoulder again.
More please.
Gail x
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