From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 06:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum's brow furrowed together a bit, as she tipped her head up a bit to let Frankie bury her face closer. "He who?" she asked finally, although she was a bit unsure she wanted to hear the answer, knowing they were skirting just along the edge of the issue at hand.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 06:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Gray" Frankie whined finally. "Just being an ass as usual." Feeling frustrated, she slipped back into her native tongue.

"He drinks and drinks and embarrasses me and embarrasses himself. I'm not his babysitter, you know? He pushes and pushes me."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 07:00 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum felt an uncharacteristic protective flare up, her arms tightening a little around Frankie. She wouldn't ever be able to deny the little flicker of jealousy that clenched in her stomach every time that she thought about Frankie and Gray, and this instance was no different.

She followed along closely as Frankie rambled on in French, catching most of it, and enough otherwise to piece together the gist of her girlfriend's anger at her friend. "Forgot about him, he's just being a drunk asshole. You shouldn't have to worry about him. He's got his own girlfriend, doesn't he? Where is she during all of this?" she murmured, her eyes closing for a moment, and head resting against Frankie's gently. "What did he do to embarrass you?" she added quietly, trailing off a bit.

If there was anything she could relate to, it was a hatred of being embarrassed. And even knowing she was powerless to do it, she wanted to tell Gray exactly what she thought of him messing with her girlfriend. She might never gather the courage, but all of the words were just on the tip of her tongue, and they were venomous.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"He is an asshole" Frankie agreed, straightening up. "I should tell him that!" But she knew she wouldn't, because however weird it was, she hated when he was upset.

She wasn't going to repeat the stuff Gray had said, she wasn't even sure if Tatum knew what had gone on between them in the past, so she just shrugged and flapped her hands. "Oh you know, he's Gray. You can imagine." She laughed slightly and rolled her eyes.

"What a stupid asshole."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 07:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum could imagine, although she quickly found that she would rather not; it showed in the way her face faltered, blanching a little as she shook her head. "Yeah, I guess so," she murmured finally, backing off a bit as Frankie straightened up. At least she was seeming a little better, which was a plus.

"Just don't stress about him," she said quietly, shifting a bit to get more comfortable, unfolding her legs from where they had been beneath her. "Unless you like.. want to or whatever, you know. I'm like, not your boss or something," she quickly added, looking to the brunette with a soft expression.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 07:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie laughed at her girlfriend's little ramble, cute as ever. She was thankful Tatum wasn't pressing for any details and felt in slightly better spirits. She might as well be honest, and thought over what she wanted to say.

"I think, me and him have a connection. Like, it's going to be my job to help him when he finally mans up and stops being a jerk." She spat the last word out. "You know?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 07:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"You think that will ever even happen?" Tatum shot back quickly, regretting blurting it out as soon as it was said. She had always done a pretty good job of concealing her thoughts on Gray. Or she had always tried anyway. She had even tried to keep a neutral outlook, but the more times he pissed Frankie off, the more sour Tatum became about him. Tonight seemed to be no exception, even if she did look quite sheepish about her unabashed comment.

"Sorry," she quickly added, looking away, feeling like a jealous fool.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 07:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Hey" Frankie said, taking one of Tatum's hands and clutching it. "I'm with you. That's all that matters, more than anything."

Jealously wasn't something Frankie had experienced much of in her life. Perhaps when her dad praised Julian and never her, but she simply didn't understand why Tatum would be jealous of Gray, of all people. "Gray isn't going to grow up anytime soon" she joked.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 09:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum smiled as Frankie took her hand, inclining her head a bit more to look back over at the brunette as she spoke. She couldn't deny her heart fluttering more than just a little, as she squeezed her girlfriend's hand in response to her words. "I know, I'm just being a tool, don't mind me," she murmured. "I know the last thing you need is like.. stress, I shouldn't worry about stupid shit, and just enjoy us," she added, reaching up with her free hand to tuck some hair behind her ear.

She smiled a bit wider when Frankie comment about Gray, nodding in agreement. "You're probably right."

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 09:40 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Enjoy us" Frankie echoed back, feeling the atmosphere lift and the tension ebb away. She grabbed her guitar, slinging it onto her lap and tuning it.

"Now shut the fuck up and let me sing you a song" she teased, grinning.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 09:51 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum grinned back, rolling her eyes playfully at the other girl. "I guess if you insist, I could shut the fuck up for a minute. I know I'm so talkative," she teased back, reclining back onto her arms, palms rested on the floor as she watched Frankie tuning the guitar.

"You know just the way to a girl's heart, huh? Serenading?"

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 09:56 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Baby, I'm a regular stud" she said, trying to sound Southern but really just sounding very odd.

Frankie began playing along to the record player, singing in a sweet whisper. It was a good way to relax, she wasn't sure if she'd even ever played in front of Tatum before. She was much better at guitar than Frankie.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 10:17 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

She laughed a little at the faux accent, rolling her eyes again, and getting more comfortable as the brunette began to sing. Tatum was an attentive and polite audience, always feeling rather honored that anyone would play for her, but Frankie especially. And her voice really was quite beautiful.

When the song ended, she straightened up some, scooting a little closer, a grin on her lips. "Vous êtes incroyable," she whispered, her French rather awkward as usual, but getting her point across no less, leaning in to press her lips up to the brunette's.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 10:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie slapped Tatum's knee lightly, rolling her eyes. "Whatever" she said back, a little flustered. She pushed at Tatum's lips back, trying to reassure her with her kiss.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 10:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Whatever yourself," Tatum mumbled against her lips, keeping up the kiss, letting her hands rest gently against Frankie's legs as she was leaning in. She wanted to say something more, but kept herself from blurting anything in the heat of the moment, as she had that bad habit of doing. And then promptly putting her foot in her mouth.

It was nice just to be with her, and Tatum wouldn't have been able to deny feeling quite assured with each movement of their lips.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 10:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie sighed happily and leant her forehead against the red head's. "So did you have a good time tonight? Until I fucked it up."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 11:40 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I had a really good time," Tatum replied softly, smiling a little bit. "As much fun as I could have at a dance, since they're basically torture.. but being there with you really does make it a more tolerable experience," she added.

"What about you? I know I'm a terrible dancer, but I tried," she said, pushing her lower lip out a bit.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 3rd, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Hey, dances are pretty cool. Rowan got queen, that was totally cute. Maybe she's still out celebrating."

She smiled and shook her head bemusedly. "You're a better dancer than you give yourself credit for. Like everything else."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 3rd, 2010 11:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"That was pretty cute, I admit that much. I bet she'll be out for the rest of the night, lots of celebrating to do and all of that. I guess that means we get the room to ourselves," she replied thoughtfully. "Do you think you'd mind if I stayed over? Who knows what Bekka's night was like at the dance, and if something went wrong, and she comes back feeling volatile.."

She shuddered a little at the thought, and shrugged when Frankie complimented her dancing. "I'm learning, it's like.. a process. It's just not a skill I needed before girlfriends," she teased.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 4th, 2010 12:15 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Sure, you can stay over" Frankie agreed, kicking discarded outfits off of her bed. Sometimes she felt bad for Rowan, living with her mess.

"Well, girlfriends help you learn a lot of stuff" Frankie said cryptically, laughing again.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 4th, 2010 12:29 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Although she tried to keep her room at school fairly clean, her room at home was never quite as tidy, and mess had just become something to live with. Frankie's endless absent-minded clutter never seemed to bother her even a bit. As Frankie threw the discarded clothing to the floor, Tatum reached over and grabbed one of her own shirts from the pile, just a plain white tanktop. "I'm gunna change into this, if you don't care? I'm kind of suffocating in this thing," she stated, motioning to her dress.

She stood from her position on the floor, and turned her back, lifting her hair up to expose the zipper on the back of her. "I've learned that girlfriends would never peek without permission. Now unzip me," she joked.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 4th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Frankie laughed and walked over to the red head, touching one finger to the back of her neck and down her spine before unzipping the dress and letting it fall to the floor.

"I swear on my mother I'm not peeking" she joked, staring at Tatum's underwear with her lip curled into a smile.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 4th, 2010 12:44 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Tatum shivered a little, rolling her eyes as Frankie spoke. She felt the dress fall away, knowing she was blushing almost immediately, as she quickly raised her arms up and pulled on the tanktop. She kind of hoped she had left some boxers or a pair of sleep pants in the laundry pile, but it wasn't looking that way. "Ogling and peeking are really pretty much the same thing, you know," she reminded her girlfriend. She could practically feel the other girl's eyes on her back, as she turned her head back a bit to look at the brunette.

	From: petitechou	Date: October 4th, 2010 12:55 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Yeah, they are" Frankie said simply, placing a kiss on each of Tatum's shoulders before turning her attention to getting something a little less formal on. Kicking around in an unnaturally large pile of clothes, Frankie retrieved- what else, but a grey t-shirt. Climbing out of her dress, she tossed it into a dark corner, pulling her shoes off and suddenly sinking to the same height as her girlfriend again. She pulled the tshirt on and flopped onto her bed, pulling Tatum with her.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: October 4th, 2010 01:06 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"So long as you can admit to it," Tatum muttered, smiling fondly as she watched Frankie go about the business of finding something to wear to bed. She was completely unsurprised to see her pull up the t-shirt, grinning a little wider. She grabbed her wand from where she had left it on Frankie's desk earlier when they were getting dressed, taking out the lights with one flick of her wrist. She flopped down happily onto the bed when Frankie pulled her down, and she wasted no time in getting comfortable, both an arm and leg draping lazily against her girlfriend. Kissing at her cheek, she snuggled her face in close against the other girl's shoulder.

"You know, I'm kind of getting spoiled with this whole sleeping with somebody else thing," she murmured softly against her girlfriend's shirt, her eyes closing for a few moments. "I used to hate sleeping with other people, even at sleep-overs and shit, I always wanted my space, but this is actually really nice. It like.. comfortable, you know?"