III - Back
Only Parts of you Mr. Morales
Frankie Morales x Belinda (plus size OFC)
Summary: Even Belinda's ex-fiance is aware of how broad Frankie Morales' back is.
Warnings: Confrontation, Infidelity mention, one threat, spoons, angst and a dash of possessiveness.
Notes: Frankie's back holds a lot of things. I would also like to whichever spoon he'd like. That is all. Special thanks to @mysterious-moonstruck-musings for helping me find a better picture of Frankie’s back. 😊
Frankie’s finishing up his final reports from his flights for today. He’s six months out from having his full license back. He just needs to continue to focus. He’s told by the secretary that a man is here to see him. Fish is expecting Pope, Will or Benny.
Not him. He never expected to see him again.
Belinda’s ex-fiance is here at his job. She left him two months ago. Why would he come here?
“Are you proud of yourself Frankie? Fish? Whichever you go by.” He’s a whisp of a man, slender. Frankie didn’t get what Belinda saw in him other than he treated her well. Maybe that’s all she wanted. But if it was, why would she have agreed that night?
The slight man isn’t sure why he came here. He’d spoken to Belinda, always felt like he didn’t have all of her. It was the last few months when he finally noticed it, where her gaze always fell.
He was broader than him, even if he hadn’t been some ex-military super secret whatever, he’d likely still be more solid than him. Whenever there was a gathering, he’d watch as Belinda would greet him one of two ways: a hug chest to chest with her hands massaging his shoulder blades or from behind, she’d either run her hands from his sides up across his back toward his shoulders, her thumbs pressing into the back of his neck. He’d asked Belinda why she touches Frankie like that, so intimate almost sensually in front of everyone. She told him that it’s what she’s accustomed to doing and that he’s never said anything about it before.
“I’m proud that I’m here doing my job. Which you’ve shown up at. Say your piece then leave.” Frankie hadn’t turned to look at the man who was trying to confront him. Leaving his back facing him. Most would consider that leaving himself open, but Fish knew that the lanky man was too timid to do anything.
“Have you two always been sleeping together? Or did it only start when you started calling her biscotti?”
Frankie laughed, finally turning around to face him. He kept his face neutral, though there was a flash of anger at both his implication and the butchering of his nickname for her. He didn’t deserve to know what it actually is.
“She stayed faithful to you. She’s an honest and good woman. The nickname is completely wrong though you don’t need to know what it actually is. It isn’t for you.” Two lies and a truth. Something Frankie was fine putting on his shoulders, this punk didn’t need to know the truth. “If that’s all you have, then leave. I’m not going to tell you again, if I need to stand up, it’s on you pendejo (asshole).”
The ex-fiance held his hands up and moved back, “You both deserve each other.” With that he left. Frankie watched him leave and shook his head. He debated if he should text Belinda or not but decided instead to bring her dinner that night.
She greeted him with one of her hugs that Frankie held her in. Her hands roamed his back, nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt. Always so warm and inviting, never turning him away even when she tells him not to come back. They just slept in after dinner, both Frankie and Belinda were tired from the respective days. Fish was the little spoon tonight, his bizcochito’s (little cake) plushness wrapping around him, might keep him from his memories of the jungle and memories of his service.
“It’s bizcochito and not biscotti. Dumbass.” Frankie muttered, Belinda chuckled.
“What are you talking about Frankie? You’re the only one who calls me that.”
“It’s nothing cariño (sweetheart). Buenos noches (good night).” He lifts her hand from the soft swell of his stomach and kisses it.
“Alright. Try and sleep mi osito (my bear).” He hears the fatigue in her voice and smiles, she understands more Spanish than she speaks but it’s always nice to hear her say the words from time to time. They heat his spine before fading away.
Belinda plans to not let him slip out of her life. She doesn’t care how Frankie stays in, even though it doesn’t appear to be good for either of them as things stand now.
Who wants that when it isn’t Francisco Morales?