Five Minutes [Grace/Frankie] - Chapter 5
Thank you so much for your patience on the update! I’ll probably go back to posting once a week now. I just needed to catch up a bit. Hope you enjoy! (: Full chapter here on A03.
Spooning Grace had quickly become one of Frankie’s favorite pastimes. It was right up there with eating chocolate in the bathtub, or dancing naked outside after the first spring rain. But being spooned by Grace? That, somehow, was even better.
It never lasted long. Their bodies fit more comfortably the other way around, Grace curled up in Frankie’s arms, her small but decidedly well-cushioned ass pressed into Frankie’s thighs like that wasn’t supposed to drive her crazy. After a while they’d both get too hot for spooning anyway, but even then they found ways to stay connected. A foot wrapped around an ankle here, a hand haphazardly strewn over a stomach there. When Frankie woke in the middle of the night, as she often did to ruminate or urinate, finding Grace’s limbs tangled with hers was heavenly. She would have given anything to stay that way till morning, forget all her anxieties, relax totally into the comfort of their situation. But inevitably, they’d both stir, and by the time the sun rose Frankie usually woke up on her side of the bed, still content and surprisingly well-rested, but missing the feeling of being entwined when their defenses were down. Then the waiting began, the watching, the listening as Grace continued to toss and turn, leaving Frankie to imagine what she might be dreaming.
But this morning wasn’t like those other mornings. They’d been sharing a bed for almost a week, waking up together, kissing hesitantly, neither wanting to push the other too fast, especially after Bud almost walked in on them the other night. But this morning, something in the air was different. Frankie’s eyes opened, and she felt Grace curled against her back, arm tucked snugly around her waist, both their fingers laced together just beneath her breasts. How they’d managed to stay like that without their arthritis acting up was a mystery, or a miracle perhaps, but either way Frankie didn’t dare question it.
She tried not to move, tried not to breathe, but soon felt Grace rustling, heard her soft, almost silent yawn before she shifted even closer, tightening her embrace, brushing her nose against Frankie’s spine. Frankie couldn’t tell if she was was acting consciously or subconsciously, but it didn’t matter. All she knew was that she didn’t want it to stop.
“Are you awake?” she finally breathed.