This is my first Grace and Frankie fic! More to come. I just love them to pieces. Here on A03.
Grace anxiously licked her fingers before flipping the page, scanning the same paragraph twice, then a third time, not sure she was even digesting half of what she read. She took a sip of her wine, smoothing out the wrinkles in her blue pajama pants as she sat straight up on the bed, eyes shifting to the door every few minutes without even realizing it. When she caught herself, her stomach ached, pinging with guilt and questions she couldn’t yet find the courage to answer.
She and Frankie came home from their hot air balloon ride hours ago. The car dropped them off, she thanked the driver for his services and sent him back to Nick, whom she was sure she’d hear from before too long. Frankie disappeared into her studio soon after, coming down from the thrill of the experience, it’s breathtaking views, nothing but the wind and the smell of propane to distract them from the looming tension in their lives. Nothing else seemed to matter for the hour or so they soared above the city, nothing but the fact that things didn’t have to change, not yet at least. Grace could still feel the sun on her face, the pressure of Frankie’s hand on her back as they stood together, mostly silent, trying not to think about anything other than the fact that things felt good, just the way they were, in that perfect moment.
“Hey,” Frankie’s distinctive voice cut through the silence.
Grace jumped a little, looking up to find the other woman finally standing in the doorway, wringing her hands, fidgeting furiously before shoving them in the pockets of her denim nightgown.
“Hey,” the blonde cleared her throat, speaking softly as she removed her glasses, abandoning them with her book on the nightstand. “How’d it go? Did you talk to Jacob?”
“I did,” Frankie nodded.
“And?” Grace nudged.
“I told him I had a chance to think about things from a ‘higher plane,’ though I didn’t mention the balloon ride. I knew that would make him way too jealous,” she shared. “But I did say he was right. Santa Fe sounds like the perfect place for me, in many ways. It has everything I could want from a creative and spiritual perspective. Vibrant arts scene. Vegan food trucks. Mud bathing nudist colonies.”
“Uh huh,” Grace winced at the thought. “So…you said yes then? You’ll go with him?”
“No,” Frankie answered quickly. “I said I couldn’t. Not now, not ever. So we broke up. For good.”
“Wow,” Grace swallowed, a bit stunned. She ran a hand through her hair, heart racing. “But I…I thought you loved him?”
“I do,” she sighed. “But not enough to leave all this behind. My home. My family. You.”
Grace did her best to school her features, knowing her eyes said more than she wanted them to, but she kept breathing just the same.
“And…what did he say?”
“He said I should think about what that really means.”
“Yeah,” Grace practically whispered. “What, uh…what does it mean exactly?”
“I don’t know,” Frankie turned away, dropping her eyes uncharacteristically, pacing at the foot of the bed. “That I’m happy I suppose?”
“You know I am,” she told her. “Except…”
“What?” Grace waited on bated breath.
Frankie stopped moving, slowly looking up. It was so quiet, they could hear the waves crashing onto the beach from the other side of the house.
“Can I please sleep in here tonight?” she finally exploded, flopping onto the bed, grabbing hold of one of Grace’s ankles for extra effect.
“Not this again,” Grace rolled her eyes, shimmying away.
“Please? I know I’m not alone anymore, not metaphorically or even literally, but I did just break up with my boyfriend and I could use some extra human energy flowing in and around my aura right now. Please? Please, Grace.”
“Fine,” she relented, a bit too quickly.
“Oh thank you,” Frankie climbed up the length of the king sized bed, pulling the covers back, burying herself beneath them like she belonged there, like she’d done it a million times.