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They don’t see each other for days afterwards, but Erica can’t stop her mind from replaying every millisecond of the kiss over and over again, until she thinks she might actually be able to feel Franky’s lips on hers, Franky’s body pressed against her own, and the tightness of Franky’s hands fisting her hair, only to slide down to her throat.
She wonders if Franky knows it was the insistent press of her fingers against Erica’s throat that stopped her struggling. She didn’t even know herself until it happened. The restriction of her airway was only slight, but the promise of more—she couldn’t stop the way her body responded, couldn’t stop the rush of heat that spread through her, the way she had just given in to Franky’s kiss.
So, she thinks and she wonders and she presses her own fingers where Franky’s were, slides her other hand down to where she’s slick and wanting and fucks herself hard, drags herself to the edge and then stops, just as she imagines Franky would, until her hips are arching of the bed and she’s sobbing Franky’s name, begging for release.
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She swears it won’t happen again. It can’t happen again. Not the kissing, not the touching herself, not any of it.
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Franky’s back in her office four days later. Erica’s just about to call for Vera to come escort her back when Franky stands. Erica’s eyes follow as she moves over to the corner—the same corner as before—and she can’t help the way her heart starts racing at just the thought of what might happen next.
"Come here," Franky says, and the low, demanding tone of her voice shouldn’t make Erica wet, but it does, and she’s halfway out of her chair before she even realises what she’s doing.
"Franky." She promised herself, and she’s not going over there.
"I’m going to kiss you again," Franky says. “Come here."
The truth is, she’s been aching for this for days, and she’s moving across the room before she has time to stop herself again.
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Franky spins them around until Erica’s pressed against the wall, much like the last time. All she can hear is the ragged sound of her own breathing as Franky presses against her, lips a tantalising few millimetres away. She wants to close the distance, but she can’t. Franky smirks, and the hand resting lightly on her shoulder trails upwards.
There’s not even any pressure behind the touch this time, just Franky’s fingers stroking softly over her throat, but Erica sucks in a breath and doesn’t release it until she’s shaking, Franky’s name coming out unbidden on the exhale.
"You liked that," Franky says. “Last time, I mean.”
Erica barely has time to nod before Franky presses just a little harder, enough so Erica can now feel the solid presence of fingers and thumb. Her knees want to buckle, and she’s not sure how much longer she can take any of this, this nothing, but it’s almost like Franky knows, because in the next second she’s pressing forward, kissing Erica hard.
It’s everything Erica remembers from before, and she can’t help the way she whimpers against Franky’s lips. Can’t help when Franky slides a thigh between her own, parting her legs wider, sinking down against it.
Franky presses up with her thigh at the same time she presses down with her fingers, and Erica breaks the kiss, choking out a moan.
“Please,” she breathes. “Franky.”
“Not yet,” Franky says, stepping away and leaving Erica breathless and wanting, sagging against the wall. “Not here.”
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Franky leaves, and Erica sends her secretary on an errand she doesn’t really need doing. She’s got ten minutes at best, but it takes less than half that time for her to come, only barely managing to stop from gasping Franky’s name.
The knowledge that there will be a time and a place shouldn’t leave her filled with so much anticipation, but there’s no denying it does.