Heavy Hands (frerard)

Chapter 24

Frank smiled down at me fondly as I played with some legos.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, you're just adorable," he said.

I was definitely in little space as I played, I had just gotten off work and immediately changed from my uniform into just one of Frank's t-shirts, a pair of pastel pink ruffled panties that had a bow on the back and a pair of white thigh high socks.

"I think you're more adorable," I said.

"Do you think it would be completely tacky of me to get a tattoo for you?" He asked.

I gasped. "You're gonna get a tattoo for me?"

"I don't know, it was just an idea," he said with a small shrug.

"Don't you know what they say?" I asked. "Never tattoo your significant other."

"I love you, Gee, and no matter what I will always love you," he said.

I smiled, giving him a kiss.

"I think it would be so sweet," I said.

Frank smiled, pulling me up into his lap. He tucked my hair behind my ear and I blushed.

"What do you think about me getting the tattoo?" He asked.

"I think it would be really sweet," I said.

"Yeah?" He asked and I nodded. "I wanted to  ask you first to see what you would think."

"Do I get to pick the tattoo?" I asked.

"No, I already have a few ideas of what I might want," he said.

"You don't even have any room left on your skin," I said.

Frank chuckled, holding my hand.

"I have some space," he said.

My fingers played with his necklace and I smiled.

"I really like this necklace on you," I said. "I think it looks really good. I've only ever seen you take it off once."

Frank took it off, putting it around my neck instead. I bit my lip, looking at him as I kissed his cheek. But I could tell Frank was starting to get antsy without his necklace on, his fingers kept fidgeting and he looked nervous. I gave him the necklace back and he relaxed a bit.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just a little possessive," he said. "Both of objects and you, I guess."

"Possessive of me?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I don't want anyone to ever lay a finger on you. You're mine, understand?"

I nodded, my stomach twisted from the dominance in his voice.

"I-is Brendon doing okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's doing better," he said.

"It's still weird that he's not in the hospital," I said.

"They knew he was more comfortable at home and would recover there better," he said. "He has a nurse and aids on him the whole time."

"Everything is so weird with you," I mumbled.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"I don't know, it just seems like everything that happens with you is just so weird," I said. "The funeral  was weird and your job is weird and your money is weird and the whole car accident thing is weird."

"Why is the car accident weird?" He asked.

"Because he had such a small, isolated injury," I said. "I've never seen a car accident that looked like that before."