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“Are you sure?” Frankie whispers against her neck, biting her shoulder gently.

“God yes, Frankie, please.” 

They shouldn’t be doing this. They should be downstairs with their family, ringing in the new year. But waiting was no longer an option. Grace needed Frankie right now.

Grace gently lifts up Frankie’s chin and separates with a quick kiss to her lips. She leads her from where she had her pressed up against the fridge and, looking to make sure no one was watching, pulls Frankie into the bathroom and quietly shuts the door. 

“This is dangerous,” Frankie whispers. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” Grace says against her neck, pulling the clip from Frankie’s hair so she can bury her hands within her curls “Please let me.” 

Grace takes in Frankie's flushed cheeks, heaving chest. She looks so damn good she can hardly take it. She quickly releases the buckles on her overalls and pulls them off completely. Pushes her hands underneath her shirt. She connects with her bare breasts and feels peaks that are so hard they must be painful. While trying to figure out the best way to go about their tryst, she rips off Frankie's shirt in one swift move and takes a hardened peak into her mouth. 

Frankie moans and Grace feels electricity run down her spine as Frankie’s fingers run through her hair, ruining the perfect curls. She should protest, take it down a notch. Besides, someone could knock on the door, or see them post-orgasm as soon as they walk out the door. With Grace’s lipstick smudged, hair a mess, and sweat pouring off of both of their bodies.

But she doesn’t care. Couldn’t if she tried.

All that matters is the soft, porcelain skin underneath her fingers and those eyes that hold so much love and desire. It’s moments like these that Grace couldn’t give a rat’s ass about who hears them fall apart in each other’s arms. And anyway, it was becoming much harder to stay a respectful distance apart at any given time, especially around their family.

As Grace’s mouth continues its ministrations on her breast, she pushes her free hand down into Frankie’s underwear. Moans when she is met with a warm wetness that she has come to crave with such ferocity. 

Grace releases her breasts and drags her tongue up between her breasts, up her neck, and connects her lips right below her ear, sucking and nipping in a move that makes Frankie melt against her every single time.

“You’re so wet baby, my God.” Grace moans.

Frankie pulls Grace back and opens her eyes, her intent to answer. But she can’t, Grace’s fingers have moved on to circling her clit and she throws her head back, the sensation too much to bear. Forgetting there was a door behind her, she winces at the loud noise and the sudden pain. 

“Oh shit… Frankie!” Grace says, concerned. She pulls her hand out from between her legs, grabbing her shoulders instead.

“Fuck!” Frankie whispers, eyes shut tight with pain.

“Are you okay, baby?” Grace coos, bringing a hand up to gently rub the back of Frankie’s head. 

“Holy shit,” Frankie says, “that one hurt.” She laughs as she lets her forehead fall to meet Grace’s shoulder. 

A moment passes where they just breathe each other in, Grace’s hands gently rubbing the sore spot on Frankie’s head, Frankie pressing gentle kisses to her collarbone. 

“I’m sorry, Frankie.” She pulls back to look into the brunette’s eyes.

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart,” Frankie wraps an arm around her waist, the other one roughly pulling Grace into her and squeezing her ass like it was her true calling. “Please don’t stop.” She begs.

Grace doesn't need to be told twice.

Her hand retraces its earlier path and she runs her fingers through her slick folds once, twice, before swiftly entering her with two fingers, curling her fingers to find that magic spot each time she thrusts. She turns them around and guides Frankie to lean against the opposite wall, leaving her hand behind her head to make sure that she doesn’t smack it against that surface too.

Grace can tell she’s deliciously close. She knows by the ways her walls are clenching around her fingers and how her leg comes up to wrap around Grace’s hip, whispered expletives stumbling from her lips followed by sweet, soft whimpers. Her moans growing in pitch. Grace can feel herself growing wetter after every one of them, and she aches.

“You’re so close baby, please, come for me,” Grace says, biting down gently on her earlobe. 

Another flick of her wrist and she’s there. Grace brings her hand up just a second too late to cover her mouth. She prays to whoever is listening that everyone outside is too busy with their own activities to hear Frankie’s cry. She pulls out and places one hand on the wall behind Frankie, leaning in so they’re nose to nose, breathing the same air. She brings her soaking fingers to her mouth and doesn’t look away from Frankie’s eyes as she tastes her. Grace whimpers the moment her tongue catches the flavor she’s been missing. 

They haven’t had each other in days. Too much coming and going of the family for the holidays. Babies and toddlers everywhere, all of their space occupied by their offspring and ex-husbands. And Grace missed her, every part of her. Even just being in the same room isn’t enough anymore, they need each other that much. 

Grace removes her fingers and connects her lips to Frankie’s. Smiles when Frankie moans as she tastes herself on Grace’s lips. 

“I needed that,” Frankie says when they both have caught their breath.

“And I needed you,” she bends down to pull Frankie’s underwear and overalls back up from the floor. “I’ve missed you.” the words come out as a whimper and Frankie pulls her into an embrace.

“We’ll have time soon darling, I promise,” Frankie says, sealing it with a kiss to her forehead. Grace can’t stop the smile that blooms on her face.

After she helps put all of her clothes back where they go and wipes the smudged lipstick off of both of their faces, Grace gently twists Frankie’s hair back into the clip and finishes with a gentle peck on her nose. Something keeps her from disconnecting and rejoining their family back in the living room. 

“I don’t want to sleep without you tonight,” Grace says, the mere thought making a lump form in her throat, making her eyes misty. She shouldn't be this way. She's eighty-one years old, a grown, independent woman who can damn well sleep in her own bed. But she's in love, and it feels wrong to act like she isn't

“Once everyone’s asleep, come up to the studio. I’ll be waiting.”  

A moment passes. Both of them are reluctant to let go of each other. Grace wraps her arms around Frankie’s waist, smiling softly and content to stay in this position for the rest of her life. “I love you,” she says and turns toward the mirror to begin putting herself back into place. 

“You too, baby girl,” Frankie says, smacking Grace on the rear and sending a blush all the way up into her face.

Frankie opens the door and gasps so loud that Grace thinks the neighbors must have heard.

“Brianna?!” Frankie hisses.

Grace yelps and jumps at least a foot in the air. She looks over to Frankie, who mirrors her expression. No one speaks until someone does.

“Well, my first question was going to be ‘Are you planning on having a smoke sesh tonight without me?’ but then I remembered that the noise Frankie was making and the sound of what was most definitely Frankie spanking you entailed a different sort of party," Brianna says, arms crossed and smirking.

Grace drops her head in her hands as Frankie slams the door in a smug-looking Brianna's face. When Grace hears the sound of her daughter's heels getting further from their hiding place, she looks up and meets Frankie’s eyes.

“Holy shit,” Frankie says, astonished.

“We’re fucked.” Is all Grace can muster.

“What the hell do we do?”

How the hell should I know!? Grace wants to ask. But it was her that got them into this mess, and she needed to be a part of getting them out. They both stand there with their own thoughts for a couple of minutes before Grace’s head shoots up quickly, eyes determined.

“We’re running away from home.” 

She grabs her hand and both of their purses from the rack by the back door. Checking to make sure no one was watching, Grace qietely opens the door and they practically run up the stairs to get to Grace’s car.

End of Chapter 1

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The drive to the hotel was one of complete silence, only the occasional jingle of Frankie’s bracelets as she reached across the console to hold Grace’s hand. They both stare out at the city lights and cars heading back home after a night of celebration. Sometimes, Grace would unknowingly tighten her grip on Frankie’s hand, a sure sign that she was stuck in her own head and needed to be grounded. Each time, Frankie would bring her hand to her lips, leave a soft kiss on her knuckles, and trace intricate patterns on the back of her hand. One of her tried and true methods of stopping Grace’s anxiety in its path. 

When they had reached the hotel, Grace turned off the ignition. They sat there long after the cabin lights had gone off, and only left them illuminated by the soft glow of the street lights. Grace let out a long sigh as she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back on the headrest. Frankie turned to face out the window, trying to think of any way that she could make Grace more comfortable once they got their room and were settled when she was startled out of her reverie by a giggle. She whipped her head around, of course, Grace had a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the noise. After a few moments, Frankie couldn’t help but laugh too.

And soon enough, they were both laughing like lunatics. Tears fell down both of their cheeks and both of them clutched their stomachs, trying to catch their breath. 

“I cannot believe that happened!” Grace cackled. “I mean, it was to be expected, we really didn’t try to hide it, but my God, of all the ways I thought they might have found us out, this was definitely not it.”

“It certainly saved us another coming out dinner, I’ll tell you that,” Frankie said.

They laughed and laughed, and laughed some more until Grace let out an unexpected sob. Frankie immediately turned back to her to once again see her covering her mouth, trying her best to will the sound she let out back into her body, out of existence. But she couldn’t stop it. Her tears kept flowing, causing her already ruined makeup to smudge even more. 

Frankie grabbed Grace’s hands, pulling them to her chest.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She cooed, unbuckling her seatbelt so he could lean over and pull Grace into her. “It’s alright. It’s all going to be alright, I promise.”

“No, it’s… I’m so sorry, Frankie. It’s my fault. I know that’s now how you wanted things to go.” Grace hiccupped through tears, burying her face in Frankie’s neck. “I feel like I…like I made you do something you didn’t want to, and it’s eating me alive.”

Frankie pulled back just enough so she could cradle her face in her hands.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything.” 

“But-”

“No buts, we would’ve never gotten that far if I didn’t want to. Yeah, sure, I would’ve rather have gotten them a rainbow-colored cake and said ‘Surprise!’, but what happened happened, and I wouldn’t trade that moment with you for anything.” She wiped Grace’s tears. “God Grace, I don’t think I could’ve gone one more second without you.”

“Me either,” Grace sniffed, leaving a gentle peck on Frankie’s lips, trying not to lose herself in the smile that bloomed on her lover’s face. “You promise that you aren’t upset with me?” 

Frankie somehow pulled her even closer. Heart aching over Grace's fear.

“Not even a little bit.” She said, tracing her thumb over her damp cheekbone. “Now, how do you feel about getting us a room and starting a little party of our own, if you get my drift?” Frankie said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Grace shook her head and laughed, leaning in for a long, slow kiss that left them both melting. When Frankie pulled away, Grace tugged her back in with a “not yet” and let her know just how ready she was for her with deep, languid strokes of her tongue. Frankie met her with equal fervor, reaching even further over the center console so she could wrap her arms around Grace’s neck and run her hands through her hair. 

When they once again parted for air, lips swollen and out of breath. “We better get going before the party spirit hits us right here in the car. The backseat wasn’t so nice to my back last time.” Frankie said.

Grace smiled and quickly pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before getting out of the car, grabbing Frankie’s hand, and making her way into the lobby.

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One might feel awkward checking into a nice hotel with rumpled clothes, ruined makeup, and no bags in sight. But nothing was getting in the way of Grace getting Frankie into their hotel room and writhing underneath her as fast as she could, Frankie marveled. She loved Grace’s tenacity. When Grace wanted something- especially Frankie- nothing was going to get in the way of her getting what she wants. Before Frankie knew it, Grace had led her into the elevator and to the door of their room for the night. She tried to take a second to get used to her surroundings, but as soon as the door shut, she felt herself being pressed against it, Grace’s body pinning her to it as she made a pilgrimage of her neck. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t get enough of you.” Grace husked in her ear.

Frankie let out a soft moan as she felt Grace’s fingers once again returning to her breasts. Her back arched into her touch as she took her hand and lifted Grace’s eyes to meet hers. Her movements ceased as they both got lost in each other’s eyes. The blonde’s were so dilated that her pupils almost swallowed the sapphire blue whole, her chest was heaving and each exhale contained a soft little moan that Frankie knew meant that she needed her, and needed her now .

Before she knew it, Grace dove back in, connecting her mouth to hers this time and letting Frankie know how much she wanted her with her tongue. She gently bit her bottom lip as she opened her eyes and met Frankie’s blue ones. The brunette couldn’t hold back a moan, the image of Grace looking up at her with so much desire in her eyes too much to handle. 

“I've missed you so much. I want to taste you.” Grace whined, pulling Frankie towards the bed. 

They both collapsed on it, all tongue and teeth and heavy moans. Frankie felt Grace’s hand make its way down between her legs, pressing into the warmth she felt there.

“God, Grace. Please.” She begged.

Grace began undoing the clasps on Frankie’s overalls for the second time that day. Once she had them off, she quickly ripped her own shirt over her head and got rid of her jeans, leaving her in her white lace bra and underwear. Frankie could feel herself growing wetter with every inch of skin being revealed. 

“Take those off for me, honey.” Grace panted, pointing at Frankie’s overalls. Frankie obeyed. Meanwhile, she quickly tore off her underwear and bra before returning to Frankie’s naked form. She pushed her back against the pillow and positioned herself so she was straddling Frankie’s left thigh, holding herself up on her knees shakily. She looked into Frankie’s eyes and obviously knew what she saw there because she narrowed her eyes and gave her a look that said don’t even think about it .

Wanting to see her fall apart, Frankie grabbed her by her hips and pulled her down so her mound was pressing against her thigh, warm and throbbing. 

“Oh!” Grace cried, throwing her head back as she instantly found a rhythm grinding against her thigh. “Frankie, wait, I-” It was futile. It was clear once she started that she couldn’t stop. She bent down over Frankie as she continued to push her core against her, kissing her and moaning desperately. 

“Oh my God, Frankie! Oh, fuck me… fuck me!” She cried desperately, biting down onto Frankie’s shoulder to silence herself.

Frankie cobbled together enough sense to say “Let me hear you, please baby.”

Grace released her gentle bite and cried out as she came. She bucked her hips into Frankie’s thigh one more time before she fell against her, writhing as her hands came to rest on Frankie’s shoulders. “Fuck me, oh God Frankie! Yes, yes !” She cried as each aftershock took her by surprise. When it was over, she melted like a limp candle against Frankie, whimpering as she rolled her hips, chasing the last tendrils of feeling. Frankie held her close, stroking over the delicate muscles of her back. 

Grace sighed, out of breath as she raised her head to peer into Frankie’s eyes. 

“You were supposed to be first!” She said, pretending to be upset, but she couldn’t seem to keep the smile off her face.

Frankie just laughed and kissed her, falling right back into her desire for Grace’s touch. She teased Grace’s bottom lip with her tongue before abruptly pulling away. 

“But you needed it.” Frankie countered. “And now I need you.” She pulled Grace’s hand between her legs. 

Grace smiled and swirled her fingers against her clit. Stroking Frankie’s cheek as the brunette’s eye fluttered close, mouth parting in a tiny moan of appreciation. Once she had flirted with her touches for a while, she trailed kisses from her lips all the way down her stomach, until she landed between her legs. Deciding to mess around with her a bit, Grace kissed her center gently before resting her head against Frankie’s stomach, swirling a rosy nipple between her fingers. Frankie let out a growl.

“Don’t tease.” She warned.

“I love you!” Grace said sweetly, internally gloating at how quickly she could get Frankie riled up.

“Fuck, Grace-”

“Say it back. Tell me. I want to hear it.” She pouted, replacing her fingers on her breast with her mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud.

“Gah!” Frankie cried, back arching and hands coming to tangle within Grace’s hair. “I love you, Grace.” She gasped.

Grace released her nipple and laid her head on the heaving plane of Frankie’s chest. Frankie was practically sobbing with need, and Grace couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re just torturing me!” Frankie whined.

“How much do you love me?” Grace whispered.

“Grace Pauline, I swear-”

“I said how much?” Grace cut her off, swiftly sliding two fingers with Frankie’s depths. Frankie’s answering shout shot a pulse of arousal straight to her core.

“I love you! I love you so much! Grace, please!” She cried, pure agony over the lack of Grace contorting her features.

“That’s my good girl,” Grace said, before removing her fingers and hooking her arms around Frankie’s legs. In return for Frankie’s declaration, she let her know how deep her own love for her ran by taking her into her mouth. 

Grace marveled at the way Frankie bucked her hips into her mouth. She used her whole head to stimulate her beyond bearing. Nothing could compare to the moment when Frankie came, screaming Grace’s name and tugging at Grace’s hair with one hand, and her other frantically squeezing her own breast. Grace took her time, slowing her pace and then leaving her clit alone entirely so she could lick her clean. She loved this taste. Doesn’t know how she went so long without it. 

When she was done, she crawled back up to the pillows and draped an arm around Frankie’s waist. Frankie opened her eyes and turned her head to meet Grace’s eyes.

“You have no idea how good that was.” Frankie said, complete adoration in her eyes.

“I got a pretty good idea when you screamed my name at the top of your lungs over and over again.” She chuckled, so proud of herself for being a smartass. She did learn from the best, and the best was looking at her like she held the keys to the entire universe in her hands.

Frankie laughed and tucked her head into its designated spot on Grace’s shoulder. Grace pulled her in closer and place a kiss on top of her head, knowing that whatever waited for them back home, she sure as hell wasn’t going to think about any of that tonight.