Page 14 of Summer Breakdown
Before Jasmine can ask her anything, Frankie’s hands are sliding up her top.
“Can—” Jasmine starts, but she feels Frankie’s fingertips against the bottom of her bra. She won’t die if they don’t wash their hands. Lani isn’t even here to catch anything.
“What’s up?” Frankie asks, her hands moving back down.
“Nothing,” Jasmine replies. She kisses her once, and Frankie lets her. It’s soft and not rushed, and still, it warms Jasmine from her toes, until Frankie pulls back.
“Please tell me.”
Jasmine hums out a laugh. “Can we wash our hands?”
“Sure.” She lifts Jasmine by the hips with ease, and Jasmine almost tells her not to worry because her shoulders bulge, but then she places her next to the sink. Frankie moves around her kitchen like she’s been here before.
While the water warms, Jasmine tells her something because she wants to. “Kehlani gets sick easily, so I’m used to washing my handsa lot.”
Frankie smiles. “I can’t believe you won’t let me meet her.” Jasmine laughs as Frankie lathers soap in her hands and then washes Jasmine’s for her. She’s sweet.
When Frankie has finished drying their hands with a tea towel, she asks, “Anything else?”
“You can’t wear outdoor clothes on my bed,” Jasmine replies.
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” she whispers, her lips against Jasmine’s before she can ask why. Her hands slide under Jasmine’s top again. Frankie pulls it over her head, and her eyes go glassy when she looks at her. It’s the hottest Jasmine has ever felt in her life.
“Yeah,” Frankie whispers, her fingers playing with the green strap of her bra. “No clothes is fine by me.”
Jasmine snorts. “You’re so cheesy.”
Frankie smiles as she kisses her again.
“And yet, you’re letting me undress you,” she replies, as she unbuttons Jasmine’s trousers.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like you.”
Frankie gasps, one arm around Jasmine’s waist to lift her and one pulling her trousers down. “You like me?”
“Shh,” Jasmine replies. She kisses her, and Frankie sighs. She’s quieter in the house, and she wasn’t particularly loud outside. Jasmine will catalogue every shy noise, every light moan, every clench of her fingers with the same glee she had collecting Pokémon that one summer when the entire country liked each other.
Frankie tilts her neck, and Jasmine fills the space with ease. Frankie moans lightly, and Jasmine wants to know what she sounds like when she comes. She thinks she’ll be quiet, her body doing most of the talking. It sends her giddy.
Jasmine undoes Frankie’s trousers. There’s a chance if she takes her top off, she’ll fuck her right here.
“I want to take you upstairs,” Frankie mutters.
Jasmine hums, bringing her mouth close to Frankie’s only to pull away as Frankie moves to kiss her. “I don’t have stairs.”
Frankie smiles, her hand at the back of Jasmine’s neck so she can’t move again. “Sweetheart, I will fuck you right here.”
Jasmine’s tongue touches Frankie’s, and she pulls her closer. There’s pressure against her now, but not enough.
“Let’s go.”
CHAPTER FIVE
EitherJasmineisatrained killer, or Frankie’s died and gone to heaven. She’s not sure. It’s definitely one of them; maybe both. It’s possible she has ascended to another plain of reality. She is trying desperately not to make a lot of noise. Someone told her once that her moans weren’t sexy. Frankie can’t even remember who told her that, but she remembers the way she felt. She doesn’t want Jasmine to think Frankie’s moans aren’t sexy, but her tongue travels down Frankie’s neck, her hands coming to meet her as they slide up her sides, and Frankie can barely keep it in.
Jasmine wants her to die. It’s the only explanation. She was sent here on some covert mission, probably from Groundhogs, who want to beat the Titans in a few weeks. It was them. They paid a fortune to get a bounty hunter to take her down, and it worked flawlessly.
Jasmine’s fingers rub across Frankie’s breasts, ghosting over her nipples, and Frankie arches into her, but she needn’t have bothered. Jasmine’s already gone. It happens again, and again, and Frankie wonders what she’s doing when she reaches around Frankie’s waist for the fourth time. Jasmine huffs.
