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S through Z › Stigmata
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,051
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Stigmata, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
He just stood there; barely past the door. He didn’t know what to do or even how to react; all he could do was watch her run from bedroom to bathroom in a hurried attempt at completing her attire. She hadn’t even stopped to welcome him but that didn’t bother him, he was content with being able to see her again.
“Sorry! I’m just trying to finish my hair,” she exclaimed from the bathroom as she passed by the door. Herself being a hairdresser; her hair had to be perfect with no string of hair out of place.
Although he had only got a glance of her, he took in all that he saw. She was adorning a beautiful, silver, iridescent top with a cow neck that hung down extremely low and it formed to her body perfectly, it was connected in the back by a single silver string. To accentuate her top she was also wearing an ankle length, ebony black skirt that was slit from top to bottom, and looked to only be held together by a single silver loop. (Undoubtedly the other side was a carbon copy of the other.) Although she said she hadn’t finished with her hair, he could tell she planned an up do with a small amount of hairs hanging down around her face. To finish off her ensemble her delicate feet, where once stigmata punctures had been, and now were wearing silver stilettos. The shoes themselves added that touch of classic elegance, even though she hadn’t needed it. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she was struggling with the clasp to her diamond, teardrop necklace.
“Ok,” she said as she finished with the clasp and flattened out a wrinkle in her skirt, “How do I….” She said then suddenly stopped as she looked up and recognized just who was in her apartment.
All either one could do was to stare at the wonder they were beholding, he was unable to decipher what she was thinking. Her angelic face gave him no help as it remained expressionless. After what seemed like an eternity Andrew was the first to muster up enough courage to speak, sheepishly taking a step forward, “Hello Frankie.” His kind voice must have finally sunk in to her, her mouth formed a beautiful smile and she ran at him practically tackling him in the process. When she hugged him they both fell to the floor, their laughter filled the room, and suddenly Frankie stopped laughing and got up.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” she stood up and fixed her skirt, “I was so excited and I got ahead of myself.” She extended her hand to him to help him up, “I just haven’t seen you in such a long time, what are you doing here? I thought you had important church things to do?”
“I finished those things, and I came back to see you. How have you been?” he questioned as they hugged again.
Just then a young man opened the door, “Frankie, Hon, come on we’re going to be late,” he stopped when he saw the two hugging. “Umm, what’s going on here?”
“Sorry! I’m just trying to finish my hair,” she exclaimed from the bathroom as she passed by the door. Herself being a hairdresser; her hair had to be perfect with no string of hair out of place.
Although he had only got a glance of her, he took in all that he saw. She was adorning a beautiful, silver, iridescent top with a cow neck that hung down extremely low and it formed to her body perfectly, it was connected in the back by a single silver string. To accentuate her top she was also wearing an ankle length, ebony black skirt that was slit from top to bottom, and looked to only be held together by a single silver loop. (Undoubtedly the other side was a carbon copy of the other.) Although she said she hadn’t finished with her hair, he could tell she planned an up do with a small amount of hairs hanging down around her face. To finish off her ensemble her delicate feet, where once stigmata punctures had been, and now were wearing silver stilettos. The shoes themselves added that touch of classic elegance, even though she hadn’t needed it. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she was struggling with the clasp to her diamond, teardrop necklace.
“Ok,” she said as she finished with the clasp and flattened out a wrinkle in her skirt, “How do I….” She said then suddenly stopped as she looked up and recognized just who was in her apartment.
All either one could do was to stare at the wonder they were beholding, he was unable to decipher what she was thinking. Her angelic face gave him no help as it remained expressionless. After what seemed like an eternity Andrew was the first to muster up enough courage to speak, sheepishly taking a step forward, “Hello Frankie.” His kind voice must have finally sunk in to her, her mouth formed a beautiful smile and she ran at him practically tackling him in the process. When she hugged him they both fell to the floor, their laughter filled the room, and suddenly Frankie stopped laughing and got up.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” she stood up and fixed her skirt, “I was so excited and I got ahead of myself.” She extended her hand to him to help him up, “I just haven’t seen you in such a long time, what are you doing here? I thought you had important church things to do?”
“I finished those things, and I came back to see you. How have you been?” he questioned as they hugged again.
Just then a young man opened the door, “Frankie, Hon, come on we’re going to be late,” he stopped when he saw the two hugging. “Umm, what’s going on here?”