#frankiexreader

You put down your purse as you arrived home and closed the doors of the flat behind yourself. You were at Frankie´s. You lived there for one year by that time.

“I am home!” You called into the empy flat and didn´t even wait for an answer. You were used to that. Frankie wasn´t answering the doors, you, her phone calls or texts when she was busy with her work. And right now she seemed to be busy with it because the messages you had sent her earlier that day were still unanswered.

You took off your boots and hung your coat. Quietly walking into the kitchen where your lover was supposed to be, you found her sitting at the table, with her back turned to you. She had her earplugs in, so she didn´t even notice you come home.

Really carefully, you walked closer to her and tried not to touch her. You looked at the table over her shoulder. She had there a cup of coffee but what was more interesting was the drawing she had in front of herself. It was a drawing of a huge plane, one of the biggest you had ever seen on paper. Of course you only saw Frankie´s planes, but neither of those was this big. She had a plane on one paper and then you realized a lot more papers with a lot more details.

Watching her work just for few seconds, you realized that you were spotted. Frankie was looking into the window opposite to her and she was smiling. She was clearly watching your reflection in the window and you haven´t realized before.

“Hi love,” you said, taking out one of her earplugs. Frankie turned to you and she gifted you with a huge smile.

“Hello,” she greeted you and then turned back to look at her work. “Didn´t even hear you to come in.”

“I wonder why,” you rolled your eyes what she couldn´t see and then you sat down onto the chair next to her. Your eyes got fixed with the huge paper she had been drawing onto until you didn’t walk in. “Are you finished with that?” You asked her and Frankie raised an eyebrow, laughing.

“Does it seem like that?”

“Not at all,” you admitted and then handed her the pencil. “Go on. I love watching you draw,” you said and Frankie looked you into eyes. She knew that you weren’t lying at the moment and she started drawing again.

Your eyes were sliding on the paper along with the pencil as Frankie was drawing. The lines started slowly forming the wing of the plane and at that moment you looked at Frankie’s cup. It was empty.

Without asking, you knew that she loved silence so you didn’t want to interrupt, you took the cup and walked to the sink with it. You rinsed it and then you opened the cupboard. It was a little late for coffee and you knew that she should be calming her nerves at the moment so you took out a bag of black tea and dropped it into the cup. You started the water and waited for it to be done.

When you filled the cup with the boiled water, you prepared a slice of lemon from the fridge and returned to your woman. She was still drawing. She seemed like she didn’t even take a pause to rest since you left from home.

You placed the cup of tea down in front of her and softly took a pencil from her hand. Frankie seemed to appreciate it because when she looked up at you, she smiled.

“Thank you so much.”

“You are welcome,” you said and leant closer to her. “Can I get a welcoming kiss?”

“Of course you can,” Frankie smiled and you moved even closer to each other. When your lips met, you could taste the tea you had made for her because she had the time to take a sip already. Her soft lips tasted like always and your heart was still tickling after all that time.

When you pulled away, you found your other half blushing. She looked down and took another sip of her tea, clearly being shy even if there was no one who could see you.

“Frankie can I?” You asked her really carefully and nodded to her work. You didn’t really want to destroy it but as much you loved watching her draw, that much you loved to draw. And hoped in that Frankie loved watching you too.

“Of course. Just stay at the main lines.” She said and you understood. She didn’t want her work ruined neither. So you listened to her, picked up the pencil and did as she told you so. You didn’t do anything serious, you just added shadow to the windows and added the front one.

Frankie put the tea cup down when she saw you thinking about adjusting the plane a little more than you were supposed to and then she took your hand into hers. You looked up at her and when you found her nodding, your heart jumped. You looked back at the paper and you both started drawing together.

“Wait.” Frankie stopped you and then she took out a new one. It was clear without anything drawn on it and you took a deep breath. “We will do this one together, hm?”

“That would be amazing,” you told her with a huge smile on your lips and then you and Frankie started drawing. She took your hand into hers and started leading you on the paper. You watched how your hands were sliding on the paper, how the tip of the pencil was leaving marks which were making the final work. You didn’t need the rubber this time, you had Frankie who would adjust your hand before you could make a catastrophe.

Like this it seemed so much easier. Your hand was rested and you let Frankie lead you from time to time, and then you were leading her. The plane you wanted to sketch was done a lot sooner than you imagined and when you were both finished, you could feel your heart beating that fast you were afraid it would jump out of your chest.

“It looks amazing,” you said honestly and looked at Frankie on who’s lap you happened to be sitting for the last few minutes.

“It really does,” she admitted and then Frankie looked up at the clock. “I think it is time for shower and then watching something. Don’t you think that too?” She asked you and having a knowledge about the time, you nodded your head.

“You go first, I’ll clean up a little,” you said and Frankie nodded her head. She kissed you onto your forehead for the last time before she left to take a shower and you immediately started cleaning up, putting everything onto the right places, where it belonged.

When it came to her planes, you decided to leave the papers on the table. She had some system how was she placing them, collecting them, putting them away. And you didn’t want to ruin that.

When Frankie returned, showered and all fresh, you finally saw her rested. Changing your places, you walked past her and placed a kiss onto her lips, telling her that you’d be back soon. Frankie smiled and as you started walking away from her. When you disappeared behind the corner, for some reason your mind went the different direction and you were still with Frankie in your head.

As soon as you started the shower, smile widened on your lips. You lowed that feeling. Being home with your lover and just watching her. Or helping her. It was something what made you feel so amazing even if you didn’t know how was that possible.

When you were finished, you dressed up and walked out of the bathroom, ready to find Frankie. You had an idea where she could be but you walked into the bedroom first anyways. When she wasn’t there, you just shook your head with a smile and walked back where she was before you came home.

“Frankie,” you whispered softly and took her hand once you found her leaning above the table. She looked at you and sighed, letting her work be.

“Sorry.”

“Now come love,” you reached your hand out and she took it. You led Frankie into the bedroom and let her lay down into your bed. You did the same and took the TV remote which was always on the bedside table on your side. “What would you like to watch?”

“Anything. I am really tired,” she admitted finally and you smiled. Turning on the TV you let it play what was playing and you cuddled with Frankie. She was so soft. Her skin was like a new one and felt amazing against yours.

“I love you Frankie,” you whispered and kissed her onto her collar bone.