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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."
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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.
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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.
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"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?"
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