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❛  if we were alone right now, what would you do to me ? ❜
Let’s go with your Bell x Woods again
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i’d love you. (MATURE) || soft dirty talk prompts (accepting)
“If we were alone right now, what would you do to me?”
Frank blinks at the question as he stares down at Bell in her hospital gown, laying in her hospital bed, in her hospital room. Despite how dire her situation seemed, with bandages wrapped around her chest wound, she was all smiles and cheer. She should look pathetically sad smiling like that with a busted lip and bruised eye, but he couldn’t deny how endearing she looked. Well, she definitely looked ugly, but in a cute way. Like how pugs were ugly and cute.
“You’ve got a broken rib, Bell, so I’m not sure we could even do anything,” Frank says, just to humor her, because it’s definitely the morphine doing the talking for her. He isn’t sure if she would even say this if she were in her right mind. She had moments where she could be bold, whisper huskily and be sexy and all that; she was trained to be a honey pot and no doubt has seduced men all over the world - but for whatever reason, she’d always get embarrassed somehow if pushed too much. She loved to tease, and she was good at it, but he wasn’t particularly someone who had any shame and so that flustered her when he’d call her out on something.
He just isn’t sure if now really is the time for that.Â
“Okaaay,” she drawls, as if he was being a spoilsport and not looking out for her wellbeing, “what if I didn’t have a broken rib?”
He rolls his eyes at how she changes it up, but he leans over her and fixes her gown before it slips further down her shoulder. “And didn’t have a gaping chest wound?”
“Yeah, what would you do?” She asks, grinning at him like a dope as she reaches to hold his hand.
“Well, Bell,” he starts, intertwining their fingers together. Just this much is enough to excite her apparently, with the way her eyes dilate and glance at their hands. “I’d eat you out. Simple as that. Honestly, if you were in better shape, I’d eat you out right now.” She laughs, but he doesn’t stop there. “You know me, I don’t care that we’re at the hospital right now and that you’re hooked up to a heart monitor. My head would be right under the covers when the nurses come busting in because your heart rate’s spiked. I won’t stop even if they start smacking me to get out, either.”
She laughs until she goes into a coughing fit and he helps her sit up to rub her back, grinning despite himself as she struggles to calm herself down. “Really?” She manages to splutter out. “You’d eat me out right here and now?”
“Hey, you almost died,” he says casually, “I gotta reward you, y’know? Celebrate life and all that with a mind blowing orgasm.”
“You’re so romantic,” Bell teases.
“Oh, I’m all romance, baby,” he says, wagging his eyebrows at her as he helps her lay back down. “You seem fine, though, if you’re laughing like a hyena. How about I make due on that promise?” He says, reaching to lift the blanket off of her.Â
That makes her eyes grow wide and she quickly pushes his hands away at that. “Agh! No! I haven’t showered!” She shouts louder than she needs to.
He grabs her hands to wrestle them down, laughing. “That’s fine, I’ll clean you up, honey. How sweaty are you down there, huh? Been a couple of days too, hasn’t it?”
Her face wrinkles into pure disgust as she instinctively presses her thighs tight together and tries to turn her body away from him. “Ew! Stop! That’s fucking disgusting, Frank!” He has to stop her from completely turning over before she hurts herself.
“You’re the one who asked!” He cackles, needing to pull his hands away before she really hurts herself. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, relax,” he reassures her. He watches as she covers herself as if to protect herself from him, blanket pulled up over her mouth, scandalized.
He rests an arm on the side rail of her bed, giving her a smirk and a raised eyebrow as she glares at him. They stay like that for a good while and he doesn’t mind it one bit as a comfortable silence sets over them. She lowers the blanket eventually and he reaches to push some hair out of her face, her eyes watching his fingers before they shut when they brush against her ear.
“That’s enough excitement for now, huh?” He hums fondly, caressing her temple with the back of his knuckles. “Get some rest, Bell.”
“... You won’t leave, right?”
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’ll be right here,” he answers without hesitating, knowing how deeply she hated being alone. “I’ll be right here, okay?” He leans over and presses a soft kiss against her lips that has her exhaling shakily. Her eyes open just a bit to stare into his, her fingers reaching up to brush against his cheek.
“I’ll be right here,” he says against her lips, repeating it as much as she wants him to. “Okay?”
She nods slightly against him, bumping her forehead against his. “Okay.” She reaches for his hand and intertwines their fingers again. He makes sure to squeeze her hand reassuringly and keeps a steady grip. He leans back in his chair once she starts to settle in bed to get comfortable again and closes her eyes.
He watches as her shoulders loosen up with a soft sigh.
