Office Kisses

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POV: Frankie

With the blinds closed, a new dimness hung in the air. Rowan nervously felt around for a light, eventually lighting the room ablaze in the golden glow of a dusty, antique lamp. I smirk at her from across the room, and she laughs openly, her nervousness reflected in the way she twirled a single strand of hair around her finger, over and over and over. 

"Sit down baby," I instruct her, walking across the room and pulling out a chair towards the only open spot in the room. 

"Darlene's going to be back soon--" Rowan mutters, gingerly taking the seat. I put my hands on either armrest, bending over so that our eyes are level with each other. Her expression was uneasy, but her eyes told another story. 

"Don't worry," I mumble, bending in closer so that the necklace she'd given me earlier dangled in the slight crevice between our chests. "I'll be quick," 

Tucking her jaw between my thumb and forefinger, I tilted her head back to reveal the tan skin that I loved to kiss so much. I smirked, noticing the fading hickie I'd given her the other day that she's haphazardly covered with concealer. I like to make things difficult, so I decided to give her a few more. 

I started with a soft, tender kiss on her temple while running my free hand down her bare arm. Brushing her hair back, I kissed beside her ear-- stopping to nip her gently. Her breathing quickened, and she reflexively grabbed on to me as I knelt my knee between her legs on the seat, coming in as close as I could without giving her any control. 

I drew my lips downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses to send shivers down her spine as I exhaled against the wetness. Finally, I reached her neck, where I planned to leave my mark. 

I thought about how fucking hot it was that everyone could tell that she was mine, and felt my heartbeat accelerate. I bit her tenderly, sucking flagrantly on her skin. She involuntarily moans, squeezing my waist tighter, and drawing a pair of fingers up below the hem of my shirt to feel the sweat glistening from my abs. Fuck. 

I pulled back, regarding her hungrily. 

"Darlene's-- coming," She mutters between shuddery breaths. I close the space between us again, pressing my lips against hers. She parts her lips, and I feel the length of her soft, warm tongue against mine as I kiss and kiss and kiss her. 

"Can I fuck you?" I mumble, my hands fumbling with the bottom of her shirt, attempting to draw it up over her breasts. She giggles against my lips, causing my body to hum, but grabs her shirt out of my hands. 

"I'm not that easy," She mumbles, planting a chaste kiss of her own against my lips as I nearly drooled over her. I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"You want romance? I can give you romance," I mumble, crouching on the ground and pulling her by the legs to the edge of the seat, leaving mirrored kisses-- and a couple of bites on either thigh. She blushes, but then hops up as we hear sudden, heavy footsteps approaching. She shoves me aside, her face burning bright red, and forces the blinds open, getting them tangled up in each other. She forces me down into my chair and hops into hers, wiping the sweat that threatened to drip down from her tousled hairline. 

I chuckle at her, wiping the excess saliva from my lips and giving it a bite, staring at her as she refuses to make eye contact with me. 

Darlene enters, juggling several plates of food with a frustrated expression. 

"Come on, one of you could have helped an old lady with the door--" She chuckles lightly, clearly feeling a bit better. Rowan quickly gets up from her seat, grabbing two of the plates from Darlene and helping her clear off the desk. I can't help but smirk as I notice her wrinkled t-shirt, and the red bite mark just below the hem of her shorts. 

Not that easy, my ass. 


After spending the rest of the evening going over safety routines, Rowan and I are now basically fire marshals, licensed therapists, and carpenters all rolled into one. Or, at least, Darlene seems to think so. She repeatedly made comments throughout the evening about how "lucky" I was to get this kind of experience, as if I haven't literally put out Yael's fires at the group home-- figuratively, as well. 

Regardless, I enjoyed spending a few hours kicking Rowan under the desk like she was a flirty schoolgirl and 'absently' placing my hand on her thigh while Darlene blathered away. It was like a game, to see how far I could push her without her face absolutely melting like a roasted tomato. 

To her credit, she held it together pretty well-- even I was getting flustered just looking at her. God, she was gorgeous. And smart, and witty, and thoughtful, and kind. 

As we walked back to our cabin, where supposedly Marley was watching the campers, I grab Rowan's hand. She glances at me, smiling openly. 

"You're annoying," She says, blushing. I snort. 

"I'm annoying? You're the one sitting there looking oh so hot-- and I'm expected to control myself?" I joke, crashing into her with my hip. She stumbles, then retaliates. 

"You're just begging for trouble," She smirks, clearly fed up with all the teasing. 

"I'm not gonna be the one begging," I mutter under my breath, earning me an eyebrow raise from Rowan. 


"Did you guys get in trouble?" Briclyn asks as we enter the cabin, dismissing Marley from her babysitting duty. She grabs me lovingly on the shoulder on her way out, her way of saying sorry. Rowan and I laugh, and she slings an arm around my neck. 

"Not me. I'm perfect-- but Frankie sure got a talking to," She laughs, I roll my eyes and sit on the ground in the circle of campers. 

"Don't listen to her, she's a--" I glance around and indicate for the girls to come close as I whisper, "Bad influence!" The campers let out a chorus of laughs and Rowan huffs, sitting down opposite me. 

"I guess since I'm such a bad influence, you should tell the bed time story tonight," She smiles sweetly, giving Aimee and Erin side-hugs as they squeeze in close beside her. 

"Fine," I groan. "But I want each of you in bed in the next ten minutes or I'm telling a boring one!" I exclaim, sending the girls into a scramble as they look for their pajamas and tooth brushes. Rowan chuckles despite herself as the two of us sit there across from each other on the floor. I gaze at her, breaking out into a smile. I'm so fucking glad that I get to do this whole crazy thing with her.


Later that evening, as Rowan and I left the cabin to join the nightly campfire, I pulled her aside. 

"I, uh, didn't get a chance to tell you earlier, but things kind of blew up at group this morning," I mumble, leaning against the outer cabin wall. She sighs, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks, her brown eyes searching mine. I shake my head. 

"I sort of just want to fix it," I mumble back, blushing. She raises her eyebrows, hiding a pleased expression. 

"Taylor?" She asks. I nod. 

"And Blake," I admit. 

"Some advice?" She starts. I raise my eyebrows. "Some people will never make things easy for you. They just won't. That's their business. And sure, you can spite them by fighting back, or making their life difficult, too-- or, you can spite them by radically fucking succeeding," She leans forward and gives me a tender kiss. 

"Radically fucking succeeding, huh?" I reply as she takes my hand to start leading me down the path. 

"Mmhm. Isn't being happy despite all odds the most any of us can do to say fuck the world?" She laughs, skipping backwards. I shake my head, laughing to myself. 

"That has gotta be the most.. pessimistic optimism I've ever heard," I snort,  lifting her hand as she twirls around, hyper after a day full of tension. 

"Maybe. But it works," She grins, pulling my hand up to her lips and delivering a kiss to my fingers, causing me to blush like a little bitch. Jesus. What a softie, right?

"Alright, then, here's to radically fucking succeeding," I murmur, pulling her in towards be and bestowing a kiss upon her cheek. She retaliates with a kiss on the lips. 

"Here's to it," She replies, breathless. "Now go show me what that looks like," She says gently as we reach the campfire, nodding her head towards the group where Blake and Taylor sat.

"I'm going to go check up on Kalea, okay?" She gives me one last kiss on the cheek, walking off towards the other side of the clearing where most of the counselors were gathered, an adorable spring in her step. I stare after her as Kalea and another girl embrace her, but halt when I suddenly feel eyes on me. Glancing up, I meet Malik's gaze-- bold, and hateful. He makes a comment to the guy standing next to him and spits in the ground, not breaking our stare. I take a deep breath, roll my eyes and turn around, walking towards my friends.

Radically fucking succeeding. 

"Hey," Dylan meets me just out of earshot of the group. I flick a wandering piece of hair out of my face and offer him a half-smile. What, was he sent to gatekeep me?

"Hey," I reply, trying to meet Blake's eyes over his shoulder, but failing.

"Uh, I just wanted to.. I don't know, thank you. I know Blake doesn't see it this way, but it was cool of you to defend them," He says quickly. I take him in deeply for the first time, noting his messy surfer-blond hair, and lanky build. He sort of resembled Thor, if you were to thin him out with a rolling pin. Perhaps, Thor, if he took up skateboarding rather than, y'know-- demigod duties. 

"Naw, man, I should be thanking you. Clearly I took it too far, but-- man. Mad respect for you. You stood up for Blake without completely losing your cool," I laugh, clapping him on the shoulder. "You, uh, you really like them, huh?" I ask, suddenly feeling shy. It wasn't as if I'd ever had feelings for Blake, but I wasn't exactly familiar with coming in second place. Maybe even third... judging by how close Taylor was now sitting to Blake. 

"Yeah, I do," He blushes. I guess I had Dylan pegged wrong, too. 

"Well, again, thank you for being a cool guy-- but if you break their heart, I break you," I laugh, earning a nervous chuckle from Dylan. "Or, I guess not. Trying to avoid being in this position ever again," I admit, wringing my hand around my other wrist. He smiles, and I notice he has a matching pair of dimples and a spray of golden freckles across his nose. I mean, as far as boys go, I'd say Blake pretty much won the jackpot. 

"Why don't you go down to the beach, and I'll send Blake your way?" Dylan offers, catching on that I was planning to plead my case this evening. "I think it might go a little better if you don't have a-- uh, audience," He laughs, glancing over at the group that was getting rowdier by the second. I smile. 

"Thanks, dude," I reply, walking off in the direction he indicated. He gives me a dorky thumbs up, quickly walking back towards Blake. As I looked over my shoulder, I noticed Blake stand on their tip-toes and kiss Dylan's cheek. Damn. I guess I missed that development, too. This is why we don't make an ass of ourselves in group, ladies. 


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