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CC struggled to remember the last time she was this stressed. The desire to ensure their latest production as a smash hit had led to mishap after mishap. Thanks to Nanny Fine’s impulsiveness and Frank Bradley’s miserable demeanour, CC and Maxwell were now trapped in limbo, waiting for the review to be televised. CC fidgeted with the garnish in her drink, brow furrowed as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. Of course it was due to Nanny Fine’s involvement that things had gone wrong. She could always be found at the source of all of CC’s problems. Ever since the nanny had waltzed down the stairs at the backers' party in that dress CC had been done for. From then on whenever something hadn’t gone her way the nanny was always to blame. Worse than all of that, worse than the interruptions and the way she had Maxwell wrapped around her finger, was the fact that CC couldn’t even escape the woman in her dreams. She was always there, her hands tracing along CC’s arms, breath ghosting the shell of her ear. In those dreams she called CC by name, leaving lipstick trails down her body, her hair tickling pale skin. Fran always took her time in the dreams until CC was writhing beneath her, hips arching, begging for Fran to touch her properly, not keep her waiting. It’s always then that CC wakes up, turned on beyond belief and furious at herself, but mostly at Fran, for being so beautiful yet out of reach. So CC does the only thing she could think of, she drives Fran away, makes snarky remarks and throws herself at Maxwell, all to hide just how much the other woman affects her, how desperately she wants her.
CC picked up her drink and took a sip, noting Maxwell downing a shot next to her. Fran arrived at that moment, gushing about the play but CC tuned her out; she couldn't afford to be distracted by the nanny again, not until she knew the fate of their production. She kept her eyes fixed on the television, waiting for the review; she could hear Fran chittering to Maxwell, probably flirting with him. CC tried to ignore the way her stomach curled at the thought; the nanny always flirted with him, this was nothing new.
As soon as Fran finished speaking, CC turned to Maxwell, “I hate waiting for reviews. My stomach has been in knots all day long.”
“We don't really have anything to be concerned about. I mean whatever else he might be, Frank Bradley is a professional.”
This buoyed CC more than she’d been expecting. “Right, he won’t let his personal feelings get in the way of his judgement.”
They paused in thought, before speaking in unison of their inevitable fate. “We’re doomed.”
CC’s not sure how long they sat in silence before Fran broke it, loudly announcing that the review was airing. CC shielded her eyes, too nervous to look, before dropping it upon hearing that Bradley was out with food poisoning. Maxwell’s revelation about the finger sandwiches did not have her feeling any better, especially after Niles chimed in. Her focus was dragged back to the television upon hearing that ‘the common man’ would be giving their opinion, her jaw dropped upon seeing Fran on the television. She was raving about the play, but CC couldn’t focus on the words, too distracted by how utterly gorgeous she looked. Her hair in voluminous curls around her face, shoulders and decolletage on display, red lips working their way around the words so enticingly. It wasn't until the announcer stated that the show's a hit that CC is drawn back, relief flooding through her.
She heard the bar cheer, Maxwell loudly thanking Fran. CC turned intending to thank the woman herself, only to see Maxwell kissing her. She tried to tear her eyes away from Fran, but she couldn’t. The nanny hadn’t kissed back, clearly too in shock to respond before Maxwell realised what he had done, but she looked pleased nonetheless. CC watched her until she turned away, before turning back to the bar and downing the rest of her drink. She signalled to the bartender for another and resigned herself to drowning her sorrows here before heading home and continuing with a bottle of scotch.
“Oh dear, someone all upset they didn’t get a kiss too?”
“Piss off Jeeves.”
She heard Niles chuckle as he leant himself against the bar. “Jealousy is such an ugly colour on you.”
She turned to glare at him. “You gone deaf in your old age? Piss. Off.”
He held his hands up in surrender, smirking at her before walking off. CC growled before turning back to her drink. Her mind was awash with thoughts of Fran; looking so beautiful and saving their play, getting kissed by Maxwell, her enjoying it. Because of course she enjoyed it and was pleased; she was always flirting with Maxwell, parading around the house in her tiny skirts, sitting on the corner of his desk, always looking at him, never at CC.
She lost track of how long she sat at the bar lost in her own thoughts. She’d slowed down on her drinking, opting to play with the olive garnish while she waited for Maxwell to announce they were leaving. She didn’t look over when someone sat next to her, eyes focused on her drink until a gloved hand rested on her forearm.
“Miss Babcock. You alright?”
CC turned her head and looked at Fran who was looking at her with concern and something else CC couldn’t place. She tried not to focus too much on the heat radiating from where Fran was touching her arm. “I’m fine.”
“Ya sure? Because you’ve been lookin’ real down for the last little while. Ya haven’t even celebrated with us all.”
CC sighed, “I’m just tired, it’s been a long week.”
Fran chuckled softly and squeezed CC’s arm gently, “I feel ya. We’re all headin’ off now. You wanna get a lift in the limo?”
CC raised her full martini, “I’ll finish this, you should just head back now. I’ll get a cab home.”
“We can wait.”
CC turned and looked to where Maxwell and Niles were with the children, she could see the littlest one leaning heavily against her father, her eyes closed. “I don’t think the small one can wait. You all go, I’m alright.”
Fran turned and looked at the family before nodding slightly. She gave CC’s arm another squeeze before leaving the bar and heading over to the group. CC slumped slightly in her seat and took a drink, contemplating whether she should order another. This she could deal with, drinking alone at the bar was familiar, comfortable; not like having Fran next to her, squeezing her arm. She wanted it, wanted Fran so badly, but knew it would never happen; Fran wanted Maxwell, so that left CC where it always did, alone and unsatisfied. Someone sat in the seat Fran had vacated, CC turned to glare before realising Fran was back and beaming at her. CC glanced to where the family had been but saw no one there.
“Nanny Fine? I thought you were all leaving in the limo?”
“Yeah, Mr Sheffield and Niles have taken the kids back.” She was still smiling, twirling a curl around her finger, CC almost forgot how to breathe.
“Why are you still here?”
“To keep you company silly, and make sure you get home safe.”
“But, why?” CC’s brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of Fran’s statement.
“Why Miss Babcock, anyone would think you’d rather drink alone,” Fran pouted.
“I didn’t say that,” CC rolled her eyes. “I’m just wondering why you’re here . Surely you’d rather spend your time with Maxwell and the others.”
Fran grinned, “the night is young and I have tomorrow off. Plus they’re all headed to bed. Besides,” she leaned in with a devious smirk, “I wanna see what your place looks like and figured this would be easier than waiting for an invite.”
CC choked on her drink, Fran gasped and started patting her on the back. When she’d recovered CC shrugged the other woman’s hand off. “You definitely won’t get an invite if you kill me Nanny Fine.”
“Oh, so does that mean I was gonna get one?”
“You'll never know.” CC smirked, downing the rest of her drink. “You want a drink or should we get a cab?”
“I'm good. I still get to see your place, right? We could have a drink there.” Fran pouted, batting her lashes.
CC huffed and rolled her eyes, “don't push it.”
CC wasn't sure what had possessed her to agree to show Fran her place. Maybe it was the way Fran had chatted the whole cab ride, touching CC's arm or knee any time she made a remark, especially if it had made Fran laugh. Maybe it was how close they were in the cab, Fran's scent of perfume and hairspray cloying CC’s senses, dampening any semblance of self preservation. Or maybe it was because she was tired of denying herself, tired of pretending to hate the other woman, tired of pushing her away. Fran wanted to spend this time with her, and who was she to refuse?
Whatever the reason, the reality of the situation had seeped in as CC opened her front door, switching on the lights and kicking off her heels. She removed her shawl, before turning and taking Fran's coat as the other woman gawked from her place just inside the threshold.
“You can come more than one foot inside Nanny Fine.”
Fran nodded dumbly, slowly walking forward, turning her head this way and that. CC rolled her eyes, shutting the front door and placing their outerwear in the closet. Chester chose this moment to appear, trotting towards CC before he noticed Fran. As soon as he did he was at her side and she'd scooped him up, placing kisses on the top of his head.
“Oh handsome boy! I've missed you! Such a good boy.”
CC chuckled softly, walking past the two to the bar, “drink Nanny Fine?”
“Please, I'll have whatever you're havin’.” She shot CC a grateful smile before focusing on Chester again.
CC organised drinks for them both and carried them over to the couch, taking a seat. Fran was already seated, still cuddling Chester who was clearly enjoying all the attention. CC took a sip, watching the two of them and fighting the urge to smile. Fran placed Chester in her lap, one hand stroking his head the other swiftly removing her earrings, tucking them in her purse before reaching for her glass. CC tried not to focus on the way their fingers touched, the warmth of Fran against the coolness of the glass. She took another sip to distract herself, which would have been effective she’s sure, if at that exact moment Fran wasn’t taking a drink of her own; CC felt like her entire body had short circuited watching the way Fran’s throat moved as she swallowed. When she made eye contact with Fran, the other woman was wearing a small smirk and had a look in her eye that CC couldn't quite place.
“Thanks for the invite Miss Babcock, your place is nice.”
CC raised a brow, “I don’t remember inviting you. I remember you inviting yourself.”
Fran chuckled, “eh tomayto, tomahto. Isn’t that right Chester?”
They lapsed into silence, CC playing with her glass while Fran absentmindedly stroked Chester. It was nice, CC realised, just being together like this; there was nothing to stop her from inviting Fran over again, she could always use Chester as a pretence. She knew it would be easier to be kind to Fran if she wasn’t having to worry about Niles and his comments, or Maxwell. Thinking of Maxwell took her back to earlier when she’d witnessed him kiss Fran, how pleased she’d looked, how her own heart had plummeted. This was why she couldn’t do this again, because it would hurt too much, getting close to Fran only to see her end up with Maxwell or some other fool of a man who clearly wasn’t good enough for her.
“Ya know,” Fran broached, drawing CC out of her reverie, “not to be too on the nose, but you haven’t thanked me.”
“What?”
“Ya know, for savin' the play.”
Fran was smiling at her so softly, like she actually wanted CC’s thanks, like it actually meant something to her. CC felt paralysed, this was all too much and too close, there was no way Fran actually wanted this. She was so good and CC was definitely not, better to push her away now before they got too comfortable; before CC let herself feel like this was real only to have her heart torn out later when Maxwell eventually pulled his head out of his ass and made a move.
“You want me to thank you for saving the play, even though you’re the one who got us in that mess in the first place?”
Fran’s smile dropped. “Well it’s not only my fault. You’re the one who made me take that jerk kid to the park. I told you Gracie didn’t like him! He was hurtin’ her!”
“And hitting the boy was the solution?”
“Oy, I already said that was a mistake. And it was with a baguette, it didn’t even hurt him!” Fran had placed her drink down on the coffee table and was glaring at CC. “Stop changin' the subject! You’re the one who made me take him. It’s as much your fault as mine.”
CC barked out a laugh, “my fault? Nanny Fine I can’t make you do anything. I suggested the idea, that’s it.”
“That’s it? You called the guy! Niles was there too, he heard it, he’ll back me up.”
“Niles would back you up even if that hadn’t happened. Hell would have to freeze over before he did anything to help me.” CC retorted, rolling her eyes. “Fine, I suggested the idea and called the man up, but I didn’t make you take the boy. That was Maxwell.”
“Yeah? Well he only did that coz you suggested it. So it’s still your fault!”
“Nanny Fine, I can’t force Maxwell to do anything, as you should know. He made the final call, not me.” CC downed the rest of her drink, slamming the empty glass on the table. “But of course it’s my fault, couldn’t be your precious Mr Sheffield. He can’t do anything wrong.”
Fran looked more irate than CC had ever seen her. She gently placed Chester down before standing from the couch, trying her best to tower over CC. A traitorous part of her brain couldn’t help but note how good Fran looked like this, eyes flashing, cheeks flushed, lips parted.
“What is wrong with you? I’ve been annoyed at Mr Sheffield plenty of times.” CC scoffed as Fran continued. “Anyway, at least he thanked me. You haven't.”
“Maxwell looked like he did enough thanking for the both of us.”
“Oy, you're impossible!”
CC stood and followed as Fran marched her way over to the door. “I'm impossible?”
Fran spun around, CC had to stop so as not to bump into her, noting that she was still just slightly taller than Fran, even without her heels. Fran leaned into CC’s personal space, eyes alight. “Yeah, you're impossible. You've been pushin’ me away from the moment we met. What's your problem?”
CC matched Fran's glare, feeling her frustration reaching its peak. “My problem? Oh I'm so sorry Nanny Fine that I haven't been fawning over you. That I don't worship the ground you walk on.”
“I'm not askin’ for that! You’re… you,” she groaned, running her fingers through her hair. “How hard is it to just thank me?”
“Ugh, fine. Thank you Nanny Fine,” CC gritted out. “Happy now?”
Fran's eyes flicked to CC’s lips for just a moment. “You didn't mean that.”
CC stalked forward, forcing Fran to back away. “And just how do you know I didn't?” Fran's back hit the door and CC leant forward, hands on the door either side of Fran’s head, crowding her in. “How should I thank you so that you know I mean it? Should I thank you the way Maxwell did? Is that what you want?”
Fran's mouth opened and shut several times but no sound came out. CC refused to break eye contact and noticed as Fran glanced at her mouth again, licking her lips. She smirked, leaning closer until their lips were a hair’s breadth apart.
“Thank you Nanny Fine.”
CC closed the distance, intending on pressing a chaste kiss to Fran's enticing lips before pulling back so as not to lose herself in the other woman. The moment their lips touched and Fran kissed back the dam within CC broke and she deepened the kiss, one hand tangling in Fran's hair while the other gripped her hip, pinning her to the door. Fran was kissing her back eagerly, gloved fingers raking down the bare skin of CC's back, before wrapping greedily around her waist. CC took Fran's bottom lip between her teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with her tongue, Fran keened and ground her hips against CC drawing a moan from her. They pulled apart, gasping heavily, cheeks flushed. CC couldn't believe what had just happened, she’d planned on a chaste kiss to shut the nanny up, instead, well, she could hardly believe it. She’d spent months now where the idea of Fran wanting her back had seemed ridiculous, but now, she wasn’t so sure.
Fran traced a hand down CC's cheek, “I’ve been wantin’ you to do that for ages.”
CC was sure she must be dreaming, because there was no way this was happening. “You have?”
“Mhmm, ever since I saw how you looked at me when I was walkin’ down the stairs at the backers’ party.”
“How was I looking at you?”
Fran grinned, her hands in CC’s hair, removing the clip and letting it loose around her shoulders. “Like you wanted to push me against the wall, rip off my dress and have your way with me.” Fran tugged sharply at the hair wrapped around her fingers making CC keen. “Was I wrong?”
CC gasped as Fran started trailing soft kisses down her neck. “N.. no.”
“Hmm,” Fran's breath was hot on her neck, CC struggled to pay attention as she continued talking. “Shame, we coulda been doin’ this for months.”
“But… Maxwell?”
Fran pulled back making eye contact with CC. “Mr Sheffield? Yeah he's cute and whatever, but I was mainly flirting with him to make you jealous.” She smirked again, “thought that might get you to make a move. Didn't realise I'd hafta get you angry. Can't say I'm complainin’. You're real sexy when you're-”
CC surged forward capturing Fran's lips in a desperate kiss causing her to moan, the sound shooting straight to CC’s core. Her hands roamed Fran's body, before tangling in her hair and making her gasp. This was too much and not enough all at the same time. She felt drunk and knew it wasn't just from the alcohol. Fran's hands were on her ass, pulling her greedily towards her as she ground her hips. CC broke the kiss before nipping and kissing her way down Fran's neck. Every time she gasped or moaned CC lavished that spot with more attention, wanting to commit it to memory, still not quite believing that this was real.
“Want to touch you properly,” Fran murmured, voice husky. “Want to feel you.”
CC pulled back before rolling Fran's gloves down her arms, delighting in the softness of her skin, the way Fran shuddered at her touch. Fran pulled her hands away when the gloves were down to her wrists. She slowly lifted a hand to her mouth and bit the fingertip of the glove before pulling it off her hand, the glove hanging loosely from her teeth. CC stared, mouth half open as she watched, feeling herself get wetter at the erotic display. Fran let the glove drop to the floor before repeating the movement with her other hand, this time taking the glove from between her teeth in both hands before wrapping it behind CC’s neck and pulling her in for another searing kiss.
CC felt like she was drowning and flying simultaneously. Everything around her was Fran, her touch, her scent, her taste; it was intoxicating and CC couldn’t get enough. Fran must have let go of the glove, CC felt her roughly cup one of her breasts, while the other scratched down her back. Emboldened by everything happening, CC ran her hands up Fran’s thighs, grasping at her dress pulling the fabric up to bunch at her hips. As soon as the dress had been dragged high enough CC slipped her thigh between Fran’s legs, releasing a groan as Fran ground herself against it. Wanting to feel even more than she currently could, CC hoisted the nanny in her arms, hands gripping her ass. Fran pulled out of the kiss a grin on her face as she wrapped her thighs tightly around CC’s hips, looping her arms behind CC’s neck.
“Oh Miss Babcock.”
CC kissed her again roughly before whispering in Fran’s ear. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me and I’ll let you go and we never have to speak of it.” CC grazed her teeth on Fran’s earlobe, relishing in the gasp she let out. “Because if we do this, I’m not going to want to give you up.”
Fran was panting, grinding against CC as much as she could. “I want this, want you .”
Their lips met again in another desperate kiss, before CC pulled back and started walking them toward her bedroom, hearing the telltale thump of shoes hitting the floor. Fran held tight, kissing along CC’s jaw, whispering in her ear about all the things she wanted to do, her hands unclipping the tie of CC's dress from her neck. CC kicked the door closed behind them, not wanting any interruptions, before throwing Fran down on the bed. She drank in the sight of her, curls splayed around her head like a halo, her dress up around her hips, lipstick smeared, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded. Fran sat up slowly before reaching a hand out and tugging at the front of CC’s dress, eyes widening greedily as it dropped leaving her top half bare.
“Fuck… you’re so gorgeous.”
CC’s heart shuddered at the sheer adoration in Fran’s voice, the way she was staring up at her. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor, and relished in the whimper Fran let out. She crawled on the bed and onto Fran’s lap, drawing her into another kiss while Fran cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and moaning into the kiss. CC reached behind Fran and unzipped as much of her dress as she could, pushing the straps down her arms before sitting back and breaking the kiss to pull the dress off. CC marvelled at the sight of Fran dressed only in a matching lace set, including garter belt and thigh high stockings, her chest heaving as she looked at her with so much desire, so much yearning.
“God, Fran,” CC grinned as the other woman whined. “You look even better than I imagined. I want to taste you. Please.”
Fran grabbed her face and kissed her roughly. “Fuck. Yes. Please baby. Want you so bad.”
CC rose on her knees to give Fran space, the other woman scrambling up the bed and laying on the pillows. CC crawled up the bed, straddling Fran again before their lips met in another kiss. It was unhurried, this was happening and CC wanted to soak in every moment. Her hand danced along Fran’s side before coming to rest on her breast, she squeezed roughly, relishing how Fran sighed into the kiss, her hands clawing at CC’s back, trying to pull her even closer. CC broke the kiss, making her way down Fran’s body, nipping and sucking as she went. Fran was writhing beneath her, gasps and moans interspersed with curses at CC to just hurry up already.
“Patience darling,” CC murmured, placing a kiss on the soft swell of Fran’s breast.
“Easy for you to say,” Fran snarked. “You’re not the one with-”
CC smirked as Fran’s words devolved into moans, as she sucked one lace covered nipple into her mouth. She continued her ministrations before swapping to the other breast, relishing in the noises Fran made; she wanted to catalogue them all, wanted to memorise the feel of Fran’s body under her lips. She reached one hand under Fran, unclipping her bra with practised ease tossing the offending item somewhere in the room. CC sat back on her knees and gazed at Fran for a moment, the blush had spread from her cheeks down to her heaving chest, there were lipstick marks where CC had traced down her body, she looked utterly debauched; CC had never wanted anything more than she wanted Fran at this moment.
“You look delectable. Just so perfect.”
“Baby, please,” Fran whined. “Please, I need you.”
CC pressed a quick kiss to her lips before leaning down and grazing her teeth on one of Fran’s nipples, grinning as she arched her back off the bed. She alternated between both breasts teasing Fran until she was a quivering mess beneath her. The sound of Fran’s gasping and pleading spurred CC on as she continued her path down Fran’s writhing body. She nipped at Fran’s hip bones and traced her nails down her thighs, sighing in pleasure at her responses. Fran’s hands had moved to her hair, trying to push her to where she needed CC most. Her fingers played with the band of Fran’s underwear as she bit and sucked along her thighs.
“CC… please.”
Fran’s voice was low and husky, almost breaking on her name, and CC couldn’t find it in her to deny Fran any longer. She hastily pulled Fran’s underwear down her legs, noting how soaked they were before tossing them behind her. She could see how wet and turned on Fran was and it made her so relieved, like this was the final proof that Fran meant when she said she wanted CC.
“Fuck, Fran. You’re so fucking wet.”
She leaned in, fingers gripping tight to her hips as she opened Fran up with her tongue. She could hear Fran gasping and moaning above her, CC’s name spilling from her lips like a prayer. Fran’s fingers were tight in her hair holding CC in place as she ground up into her mouth, chasing her pleasure. CC continued her ministrations, releasing one of Fran’s hips so she could slip two fingers inside pressing them deep before starting to fuck her slowly. And god, it was always good in her dreams, but this was something else entirely. She wanted to commit it to memory, just in case Fran decided in the morning that she didn’t want this after all. CC forced those thoughts away and refocused all her efforts onto Fran.
“CC… fuck… harder… please…”
CC pulled her fingers out until the tips were just inside Fran before slamming them back in, setting a brutal pace. Fran thrashed on the bed, begging and cursing, the hands in CC’s hair were almost at the point of being too painful, but for now all it did was make CC suck more firmly on Fran’s clit, focus all her energy on bringing Fran as much pleasure as possible. CC ground her hips against the bed, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it wasn’t enough, not when with every thrust of her fingers she could hear how wet Fran was, not now she knew how she tasted, how she sounded when she moaned CC’s name, the way she clenched around her fingers.
“Fuck CC… I’m so close.”
CC replaced her lips with her thumb and looked up at Fran, “Come for me darling, I wanna see you come.”
She leant back down, grazing her teeth gently against Fran’s clit as her fingers curled, eyes fixed on Fran's face. Two more thrusts had Fran coming undone screaming CC’s name, one hand left her hair groping on the bed for CC who released Fran’s hip and laced their fingers together. She held Fran as she slowly came down from her high before gently removing her fingers and sitting up.
“That okay?”
Fran used their linked hands to pull CC up the bed, cradling her face with her free hand before kissing her gently. “More than okay. That was… incredible. Feel free to do that anytime.”
Fran was looking at her with a soft smile and eyes so gentle that CC felt like crying. This was the first time she’d been looked at this way, like she was wanted, like she was important. The thought made CC's heart ache with yearning. Fran brushed some hair out of CC’s face, tucking it behind her ear. “Penny for your thoughts?”
CC leaned in to kiss Fran but she pulled back one eyebrow raised. She knew she was going to have to say something, if only so she could kiss Fran again.
“Just thinking about how sweet you taste.”
Fran chuckled, and oh did it sound good, low and husky, “Mhmm. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna sweetie. Just wanted to make sure you’re ok.”
CC leaned in then and kissed her, licking her way into Fran’s mouth so she could taste herself. Fran moaned into the kiss and pulled her closer, sighing into the kiss as CC wove her fingers in her hair. She could get used to this, she realised, get used to Fran wanting her this way, like this was more than just sex for her. There was nothing stopping her from pretending, just for tonight; tomorrow she could go back to the way they were before, if that’s what Fran wanted. Despite what she’d said earlier, she’d let Fran go if she didn’t want her; would stand aside for Maxwell or some other underwhelming man if Fran chose them. But for tonight she could pretend this was real, that Fran was hers .
Fran broke the kiss and smiled at CC. “I don’t think my legs work anymore,” CC couldn’t help the smirk that spread across her face and Fran gently slapped her shoulder, laughing. “Oy, you’re so smug. Help me take my stockings off?”
CC sat up, unclipped the garter belt before slowly rolling each thigh high down Fran’s legs, placing soft kisses on each new expanse of exposed skin. She folded everything and tossed them gently in the direction of her vanity, before turning back toward Fran. She could see small blooms of red forming where she’d nipped and sucked and couldn’t help but be pleased. To know she’d marked Fran in some way, that this could all end, but for at least a few days Fran would see the marks and think of her.
Fran reached her arms toward her and CC crawled back up the bed grabbing the sheet to cover them both. Fran immediately snuggled into her side, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. Her fingers traced patterns along CC's toned stomach and she couldn't help the way her breath hitched when Fran started toying with the band of her underwear. She placed her hand on top of Fran's, stilling it.
“You don't have to.”
Fran sat up slightly, brow furrowed as she looked down at CC. “You don't want me to?”
“I didn't say that.”
Fran sat up fully. “Then why stop me?”
“Because…” CC sat up, looking anywhere but Fran. “You said your legs weren't working. It’s late, you should just rest.” She stood from the bed, “I'll get a toothbrush for you-”
“CC what the fuck?”
“What?”
Fran threw off the covers, marched around the bed and stood in front of CC, hands on her hips, glaring up at her. “Why are you doing this? You're pushing me away again!”
“I am not!”
“Yes you are! Like you always do. Just tell me why,” Fran's eyes were swimming with unshed tears. “Was this just a pity fuck? Is it because I’m not good enough for you?”
“What? No!”
“Then what is it?” Fran's voice broke around the words and CC felt her stomach drop. “Do you not want me? Because… because it's fine if you don’t-”
CC cut her off with a kiss, hoping desperately it would in some way convince Fran that none of this was her fault. That this was all CC, broken, unlovable CC who couldn't handle emotions, who found it easier to push people away. Fran pushed CC back, tears now spilling down her cheeks.
“No! You don't get to do that. That's not fair.”
“I know,” CC whispered, her legs giving in as she dropped to the edge of the bed. “I'm sorry.”
CC couldn't remember the last time she'd apologised, especially when she meant it. But she was sorry. Sorry she hadn't held herself back earlier, sorry she'd been greedy and selfish and now Fran was hurting. Sorry her actions were going to push Fran straight into Maxwell's waiting arms.
“CC,” Fran was on her knees, lifting CC's chin so she could look her in the eyes. “Honey, tell me what's wrong.”
CC could feel her eyes watering and she felt pathetic all over again. “I…”
“Whatever it is, it's ok,” Fran soothed. “You can tell me. Even if it may hurt my feelings.”
“But I’ve already hurt you.”
Fran pushed some hair behind CC's ear. “It's not knowing why that hurts. If it's because you don't want me-”
“Would you stop saying that?” She forced herself to meet Fran's eyes, “I want you so much. I have since the first time I saw you. I want you so badly I ache.” She squeezed her eyes shut and continued. “I’m just terrible at feelings and talking about them. All I know how to do is push people away, even when I don’t want to.”
CC couldn’t stand how pathetic she felt. Knew that this was just proving to Fran all over again why she shouldn’t waste her time on her. What kind of person could only express how they feel after hurting others? Fran deserved so much more than that, so much more than her. She expected to hear Fran dress before leaving the room; she wouldn’t blame her if she did, wouldn’t blame her if she never spoke to her again. Instead CC felt Fran gently stroking her cheeks, wiping away the tears that had escaped while peppering the rest of her face with soft kisses. CC held tightly to the moment, she didn't deserve this kindness, didn't deserve Fran.
“CC, look at me… please.”
She opened her eyes and looked at Fran. She had mascara tear tracks down her cheeks and her lipstick had been completely kissed off. CC thought she was still the most gorgeous woman she'd ever seen.
“I meant what I said earlier,” she smiled softly watching CC's brow furrow in confusion. “I want this. I want you. ”
CC couldn't help the choked sob that escaped her. Fran stood and pulled CC into a hug, pressing kisses to the top of her head as she clung to her. CC could barely believe what was happening. Fran wanted her, hadn't pushed her away when she cried, instead she was holding her, carding her fingers through her hair and murmuring soothing words. CC couldn't remember the last time she allowed herself to cry, to be vulnerable this way. She hadn't wanted to cry now, but Fran was here, holding her, not making her feel less than for not being in control. When her sobbing subsided she dared to look up at Fran who was gazing at her with the same soft look as earlier.
“Feelin’ a bit better honey?”
“Yeah... I'm sorry. I don't normally cry.” CC could feel her face aflame with shame.
Fran tutted softly and stroked her cheek. “Don't be silly. Everyone needs a good cry once in a while.”
CC smiled and was thrilled when Fran rewarded her with one in return. She opened her mouth to thank Fran when a yawn escaped.
“You might have been right earlier. Looks like we both need a rest.” CC couldn't help but pout at that causing Fran to giggle. “Oh stop that. I'll still be here in the morning, provided you want me to stay?”
“Please.”
Fran beamed before placing a chaste kiss on CC's lips. “Quick shower before bed?”
CC stood, taking Fran's hand and leading them to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, stripping out of her underwear and testing the water before stepping in, Fran following behind. CC worried for a moment that things would be awkward, but felt Fran wrapping her arms around her from behind, pressing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades and some of the tension melted away. They showered, sharing soft kisses and laughs as they cleaned the lipstick and mascara off one another. When they were done CC fetched a spare toothbrush for Fran, and they brushed their teeth sharing shy looks at one another in the mirror. They crawled into bed together, Fran immediately snuggling into CC’s side; CC slowly wrapped her arms around Fran pressing a kiss to her still damp hair.
“This ok honey?”
CC didn’t trust herself to speak, too overwhelmed with the events of the night, so she nodded, tightening her hold on Fran.
“Sleep sweetie,” Fran reached up, giving CC a chaste kiss. “I’ll still be here in the morning.”
CC woke to sunlight in her eyes, she blinked them open noting how scratchy and dry they felt. The events of last night came rushing back to her, scenes flashing through her mind’s eye like a tape on fast forward. Fran was here, she’d stayed even after they’d argued, after CC had broken down in a way she hadn’t let herself do since she was a child. She’d stayed and been so kind, so gentle, and now? CC felt her breathing speeding up, the panic from the night before seeping back in, but before it could take hold she was brought back when the arm around her waist, the arm she’d only just noticed, tightened its hold. She felt stirring behind her and murmuring from her hair, CC laced her fingers through the hand resting on her stomach and smiled when her hand was squeezed in return. She turned slightly to see Fran propping herself up on one arm, looking down at her with a smile.
“Mornin’ hon. You sleep ok?”
CC nodded, still not quite believing that Fran was still here, that she hadn’t snuck out the moment CC had fallen asleep. She rolled over to face Fran, reaching her free hand out to gently cup her face, smiling as Fran turned and pressed a kiss to her palm.
“You’re still here,” CC whispered, she could hear the wonder in her voice as she spoke.
Fran looked crestfallen for just a moment before she smiled, leaning forward to kiss CC. “I told you I’d be here honey. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”
“And you… want me?”
“Desperately.”
CC could feel her cheeks flush, “just for sex, or…” she trailed off not trusting herself to speak.
Fran had that same sad look in her eye that CC had seen the night before. “I want you. All of you, but I’ll take whatever you give me. If you only want sex, that’s fine. If you wanna make a go of this, see where it leads…”
CC could see the hope in Fran’s eyes and it gave her the courage to speak up. “I want that. I want to give this a try.” Fran beamed, but CC continued feeling the need to be upfront. “I’m not good at this. I don’t do relationships, not well anyway. I’ll probably mess up and make you mad, but I want to try.”
“Sweetheart, you say that like I’m gonna be perfect,” Fran pressed a kiss to the tip of CC’s nose.
“You’ll be better than me.”
Fran rolled her eyes, “don’t be silly. As long as you try, that’s all I ask.”
“I can do that,” CC murmured, delighting in Fran’s soft smile.
Fran closed the distance between them and CC felt herself sigh into the kiss. It was unhurried and passionate and everything CC didn’t realise she needed. Fran’s hands traced patterns down her back, kissing her with so much feeling that CC felt her heart lurch in her chest. She pulled Fran closer, trying to pour as much of herself into the kiss as possible. She needed Fran to know what she did to her, how much she cared for her, even if she couldn’t find the words to say it. Fran slid one hand down to grab CC’s ass while sliding her knee between her thighs. She ground her hips automatically, felt herself slip on Fran’s smooth thigh.
“Baby,” Fran whined. “You’re soaked.”
“Can you blame me?” CC panted. "Have you seen yourself?"
Fran chuckled before she rolled them over, pinning CC to the mattress. “You are so gorgeous you have no idea.” She leaned down, her tongue tracing the shell of CC’s ear. ”Tell me I can fuck you. I wanna make you feel so good baby."
“Fuck,” CC moaned, “god, yes.”
Fran started pressing open mouthed kisses down her neck, hands sliding down to cup her breasts. CC gasped, biting her lower lip arching her back pushing herself further into Fran’s hands. It felt so good, Fran was taking her time, lavishing her with lips and tongue. Her teeth grazed her collarbone and CC felt her eyes roll back as she moaned; felt Fran grinning into the crook of her neck, before doing it again. CC couldn’t help but writhe underneath Fran, this was so much better than her dreams, better than she thought possible. She dragged her nails down Fran’s back, delighting in the way she shivered atop her.
“You’re distractin’ me,” she whined, leaning down and nipping at CC’s breast.
CC moaned, arching her back as high as she could off the bed, chasing Fran's mouth. “Harder, please.”
Fran pulled back slightly, “are you sure honey? I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Please,” CC panted, struggling to get the words out. “I want you to mark me. I need… please, Fran.”
“God baby,” Fran whimpered. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She reached up and took CC’s lips in a passionate kiss, biting her bottom lip and tugging at it as she pulled back. CC moaned, the sting in her lip and the way Fran was looking down at her, pupils wide and eyes impossibly dark with lust, was almost too much. Fran then lowered herself and took one of CC’s erect nipples into her mouth, sucking firmly before gently biting down. CC felt her eyes roll back into her head, her body shuddering as Fran took her time lavishing both her breasts with the same focused attention. CC felt completely surrounded; everywhere Fran touched burned, and oh how she touched her, like she couldn’t get enough. She could hear Fran murmuring against her skin as she worked her way down her stomach, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks, always soothing the spot with her tongue. Her nails were scratching a path up and down her thighs, coming so close to where CC needed it before moving away.
“Fran… please.”
Fran looked up at her, a grin playing on her face. “Yes baby?”
CC could have sobbed. Fran was so close to where she needed her and was now choosing to play coy. “Please Fran… please. Want your mouth on me. I need… Need you to fuck me... Need you.”
Normally CC would hate being in this position, begging to be touched, but when she saw the way Fran’s eyes lit up, how pleased she looked with her, she couldn’t bring herself to be upset. She’d happily do anything to make sure kept Fran looking at her that way.
“Well, since you asked so nicely ,” she crooned. “And you’ve been such a very good girl .”
CC whimpered; Fran thought she was good, and god, she would happily do whatever Fran asked if she called her a good girl again. She felt kisses trailing along the inside of her thigh and looked down to see Fran staring back; when she saw she had CC’s attention she moved to her centre and blew gently. Before CC could plead for more, Fran was already there, her tongue teasing her opening, grazing her teeth gently along CC’s aching clit. CC keened, head slamming back against the pillows grinding up into Fran’s mouth; she was rewarded by Fran slipping two fingers in her and starting to fuck her. Fran was touching her exactly how she needed, moaning into her and she drove CC wild. CC could feel her pleasure build and knew she wasn’t going to last long. She tangled her hands in Fran’s hair, could hear herself murmuring Fran’s name over and over again and she knew Fran enjoyed it because she was looking up at her with such approval in her eyes. She could probably come just from that, the way Fran was looking at her, how she seemed so pleased with her. Fran was thrusting into her faster now, sucking firmly on her clit and CC knew she was close, her thighs were trembling and she could feel how she clenched around Fran’s fingers. She just needed a little more. She looked down at Fran who was still staring back at her, she couldn't help the 'please' that fell from her lips. Fran's eyes creased in a smile before she curled her fingers just so and CC came apart crying out her name.
CC found herself folded into Fran’s arms, she smiled softly and let herself be wrapped tighter in her embrace. She felt a soft kiss on her temple and she sighed.
“Was that good?” Fran asked, almost nervously.
CC stretched against Fran before smiling up at her. “Better than good. That was… yeah, wow.”
“Gee Miss Babcock, ya sure know how ta make a girl feel good." Fran giggled and CC couldn’t help but join her.
Fran combed her fingers through CC’s hair as the two held each other, relaxing in the light of the morning sun and their embrace. CC wasn’t sure how much time had passed, she was loath to break the comfortable silence, but when she saw how Fran was looking at her, with so much affection and adoration, she knew she had to.
“Thank you Fran,” CC murmured. “For that, and for staying.”
“Did you really think I’d leave?” Fran whispered, almost as if she was afraid to break the afterglow.
“Good things don’t happen to me,” CC mumbled, not daring to meet Fran’s eyes. “It’s easier to expect the worst than to get my hopes up only to have them ruined.” CC sighed, forcing herself to meet Fran’s gaze; she deserved at least that much. “You being here, saying you want me; it felt too good to be true.”
“CC-”
“I’m not a good person, and I know that, but you? Fran you’re just so good , so kind and I know I don’t deserve-”
She was cut off suddenly as Fran kissed her desperately. She was left shocked as Fran pulled away just as suddenly, glaring at her. “Don’t you talk like that! You’re not a bad person. Sure, you’re snarky and mean sometimes, but you’re also smart, funny, and so gorgeous. But nothin’ about you makes you undeserving of affection.”
CC could feel her eyes welling up again. “You make me sound better than I am.”
Fran gently stroked her hand through CC’s hair before cupping her cheek. “I didn’t say anythin’ that isn’t true. Guess I’ll hafta stick around and keep remindin’ you.”
CC smiled softly, “I’d like that.”
“Good,” Fran smirked, “because I wasn’t plannin’ on goin’ anywhere. Especially now I know you want me back. You’re stuck with me, CC Babcock.”
CC grinned, “I like the sound of that. But fair warning, I don’t share.”
Fran gasped in mock shock, a hand on her chest. “What? CC Babcock, jealous and possessive?”
Fran gasped for real when CC growled and crawled on top of her, placing kisses along her neck. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“Oh but CC, I really do,” Fran crooned, breath hitching as CC’s teeth scraped her earlobe.
CC chuckled before focusing all her attention on making Fran feel as good as possible. She wasn’t sure how this would pan out, couldn’t predict exactly how this new relationship would go; all she knew was that as long as Fran still wanted her she would do everything in her power to make her happy. As Fran writhed beneath her, sighing CC’s name and tangling her fingers in her hair, CC knew that all the uncertainty would be worth it.
Fran would always be worth it.