AN: Filled on the prompt of having a physically affectionate Franziska, a rather tricky feat in my opinion. Hope you like, and thank you very much for the reviews! They certainly brightened my day. :D
Adrian rolled over on her stomach, her naked flesh brushing over the soft, slightly damp sheets on the large bed. She reveled in the sensation and dug her arms underneath a plush pillow and smiled into it. Franziska had been in a considerably good mood today and, well, the sex was as good as it ever was.
Her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed, content with the way the morning light shined through the crack between the closed curtains and she could not help but break into a crooked smile at the sound of tired breathing from the teal-haired prosecutor by her side. The room was soaked in a comfortable silence with the occasional sounds of a busy morning coming from outside the window, and Adrian could not remember being any more elated with a simple weekend day.
Franziska on the other hand was in a rather awkward situation.
She hunched over, her pale back leaning against the headboard of the bed and looked over at her girlfriend, openly eying the smooth small of her back. She found herself wanting to stroke it or simply pet it and she frowned at the ridiculousness of it all, she had the oddest temptation to...touch her, but not in the same way she had moments ago. The fingers of her left hand twitched and she watched in a small bit of awed horror as it reached out and found itself mere inches away from the sun kissed shoulder blades. As if the gods themselves had looked down to chance upon this particular scene and smite her for her whip-wielding ways, Adrian suddenly turned her head to face the other woman and Franziska snapped her hand back to her side, flushed and embarrassed, her face bearing the expression of a guilty child.
Adrian raised an eyebrow; quietly observing the torrent of emotions openly displayed on Franziska's face and paused, wondering if it was safe to interrupt her train of thought. She caught the embarrassed flush on her face and was curious as to what could've triggered it, the only times that red tinge graced her cheekbones was usually in the heat of an argument or in the heat of..something else entirely.
Franziska was never the touchy type of person but...to touch Adrian in…that way surely shouldn't be so difficult. And yet here she was, flailing over the decision whether or not she should or shouldn't and the whole thing was so foolish she could groan.
"Franziska, is something wrong?"
The blond haired woman tilted her head as if to emphasize the curiosity punctuating the question, careful not to step on any toes during the process. When Franziska shifted to face Adrian, fully prepared to answer the question with a vague answer of some sort, she was caught in her tracks as her eyes focused on the sight image of the long golden locks spread over the spine of her back, untied and loose with a sheen of light from the morning kiss of daylight. Franziska paused, that strange temptation to touch her rising again from the very core of her being.
For one of the few times in her life, Franziska acted without thinking.
Her hand reached out and fingers deftly placed the layers and strands of hair behind Adrian's right shoulder. Franziska could not help but let her fingers linger, her nails gently scraping against the expanse of flesh. She inwardly smirked at the complete surprise etched on Adrian's face and her hand wavered in the air before pulling away.
The once comfortable silence became tense and Franziska scrambled to grab the best excuse possible. It was, after all, what she did best.
"..your hair, it was in the way. It was impossible to see your face."
She folded her arms across her chest and lifted her chin, almost daring her girlfriend to question the accuracy of the statement. The expression was rather ridiculous, so prideful and confident, even when she was clad in nothing and covered only with the sheets of the bed.
If possible, Adrian's eyebrow rose even higher. She was somewhat of a klutz at times but Adrian Andrews was no idiot, and she had seen a fair amount of Franziska's trials. She had definitely been witness enough to notice when the woman was lying, and that pose was giving away too much. Adrian grinned, flashing her set of top teeth briefly before inching closer towards Franziska, still naked and still bumbling with an unexplainable confidence.
"Really? To see my face, was it? I wonder.."
Franziska was quick to reply, the words spilling out of her mouth at an alarming rate, almost jumbling together.
"There is nothing to wonder."
Adrian shifted even closer and was almost climbing on top of her as she said mumbled the next few words, her amusement apparent and dancing in her brown eyes.
"Are you sure?"
Her mood was contagious and Franziska found herself fighting the small smile on her face. Her hands itched again to touch her and Adrian carefully placed her legs on the side of her hips and leaned forward, tilting her head upward to move even closer to her face.
"I am positive, you fool."
She didn't stop herself this time from placing her own hands, calloused from the constant wear of gloves and whips, on the curve of Adrian's thighs, steadying her and bringing her slightly nearer.
Adrian laughed quietly, the sound melodious and blissfully pleased with the simple combination of atmosphere and presence that Franziska always carried with her. She reached out to tentatively stroke the side of Franziska's arm and inquired again, her voice just as amused as before.
"Are you…absolutely, positively sure? Because if you ask me, I think there's something rather important to wonder about."
Franziska smiled this time, unable to control it any longer. She wasted not a second in pulling the woman down for a kiss but this time, she let her hands roam and wander, stroking the spine of her back down to gently tickle the navel of her stomach. She smiled into the kiss, pleased at the turn of events and found it rather easy to touch this way under these particular conditions. She pulled away at last, her smile transforming into something more self-satisfied as she murmured the next few words into the crook of her neck, still eager to touch every crevice of Adrian's body.
"You talk too much, Adrian Andrews. Even for a fool."
She said nothing more and instead finally indulged in the hours to come in the rather conveniently empty-scheduled weekend morning.