@kingdonmicrofic day twenty-six: whimsy bang | 500/437 | rating: t | warnings: implied infidelity
She wakes up to sound of banging on her door.
Disoriented, she reaches and grabs her glasses and phone off her nightstand. When she goes to check the time, her phone doesn’t light up. She frowns, and then notices the streetlight outside isn’t lit. A peal of thunder shakes the building. The storms must’ve knocked the power out.
The banging sounds again.
She gets out of bed and creeps into the kitchen, picking up her Apple Watch. The battery is still, miraculously, at 14%. She squints down at the tiny screen – it’s 3:13 AM. Who the hell is knocking on her door at 3:13 AM?
Then, she sees all the notifications on her watch. Twelve messages from Frank.
“Shit,” she mutters, dropping her watch onto the counter.
She jogs across the room, flings the front door open. He’s standing there, in a zip-up hoodie and joggers, soaked from the November rain.
“Frank,” she breathes, ushering him inside.
“Sorry,” he whispers, “I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have woken you up, but…”
He trails off, but she doesn’t push him. She knows he’ll tell her when he’s ready.
Instead, she takes his hand and leads him further into her apartment.
“Come on. You must be freezing.”
She grabs a lighter out a drawer in the kitchen, and then they walk down the hall and to her bedroom. She lights the rosewater candle she keeps on her dresser, casting a soft yellow glow inside the room.
Slowly, she helps him undress, unzipping the sweatshirt and peeling off the white t-shirt he has on underneath. He really is soaked, his skin clammy, fingertips pruney. She pushes his sweatpants and boxers down his legs next, helps him step out of them, and then gathers the wet garments and leaves the room, throwing them in the dryer in the hall.
When she comes back in with a towel from the bathroom, he has his arms wrapped around himself, shivering. He looks so small for someone who usually takes up so much space, is so full of life.
She runs the towel over his skin quickly. Afterwards, she leads him to the bed, and then strips her shirt off and joins him under the comforter.
She wraps her arms around him, places her head on his chest, hears the rapid rhythm of his heart. She slows her breathing, presses kisses to his collarbone until his heartbeat steadies.
“Abby knows,” he says, finally.
“She kicked me out,” he continues. “She’s going to try for full custody of the kids.”
“Oh, Frank,” she murmurs.
He curls further around her, presses his mouth against the crown of her head
“Please never leave me, baby,” he begs quietly. “Please never leave.”
She shifts further up the bed, so that she can cradle him against her chest, now. She tangles her fingers in his hair as he tightens his hold on her, feeling his tears melt into her skin.
“I never will,” she promises. “I never will.”
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