Summary: After she works a double shift at the bar, Seth surprises MC (Frankie) with an offer to make her breakfast.
It was 3AM on Saturday morning and Frankie felt like she was on the verge of murdering someone. The only thing keeping her sane was the fact that she’d already worked the bulk of her double shift, but there were still an hour left before she could kick everyone out and clean up the bar. Frankie surveyed the bar and noticed a new group of guys heading in through the front door. At the same time, painfully familiar guitar chords began to play over the jukebox speakers.
He was working through college on my grandpa’s farm
I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
When one restless summer we found love growing wild
“God dammit, Greg!” Frankie shouted in his general direction as she wiped down the bar. She heard Greg laugh.
“How can you deny me the joy of such a beautiful tune?” Greg called back.
“How many times did you pick it on the jukebox?” Frankie asked as she tossed the towel back down by the sink.
“Not many,” Greg said evasively.
“You get two and then I’m skipping it,” Frankie called as she headed down towards the new arrivals. It took her a moment to register who stood before her but then she stopped. “Oh! Hey.”
“Hey,” Matt said with his easy movie star grin. “Did you know there are three other bars that call themselves something similar to ‘The Basement’?”
“I did know that, yes,” Frankie said. Matt looked like he expected her to say more, but instead she stayed silent.
Of strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet
Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
“I’ve gotta say, this is not the kind of music I expected at a dive bar,” Matt commented as he looked around the crowded bar.
“Yeah, one of my regulars thinks he’s hilarious,” Frankie said. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Do you do Jager bombs?” one of the guys with Matt suddenly interjected, leaning over the bar.
“Sure do,” Frankie said. “Do you want a vomit bucket with those?”
“I mean, if you’re offering,” the guy said before he burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry, we don’t need Jager bombs,” Matt said. “Ignore him.”
“Yes, we do!” Matt’s friend insisted. “At least two rounds!”
“Josh, we’ve been over this, I can’t drink Red Bull,” Matt said.
“Oh, right, right, right,” Josh said. “Hey, bartender lady, did you know that my buddy Matt here is a big deal?”
Frankie glanced at Matt who, to his credit, looked mortified.
“Right, well it sounds like you guys still need a minute to decide. I’ll be back,” Frankie said. She headed over towards the sink and started washing the mountain of glasses that had piled up over the last couple hours. “Strawberry Wine” ended and immediately started again, causing her to wince. I told him two, he gets two, Frankie thought.
“Hey, I’m really sorry about that.”
Frankie looked up from the sink and saw Matt standing across the bar, his brow furrowed in apology. Frankie shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “He’s not even close to the most obnoxious person I’ve had to serve tonight.”
“Still though,” Matt said. “Like I said, there are a few other bars with similar names to this one, so we’ve been out for a while.”
Frankie paused and stared at him for a second. “Have you really just been bar-hopping around various bars looking for me?”
Matt blushed. “I mean … kinda. Which is especially difficult since, as we’ve established, dive bars aren’t really my thing.”
“Well, thank god for that, because otherwise you might put ‘Strawberry Wine’ on my jukebox,” Frankie said. Matt laughed.
“How many times is this going to play, anyway?”
“This is the last one, although I’m sure my regular paid for several more rounds. Luckily, I have the remote and can skip it.”
There was a crash at the other end of the bar. Frankie and Matt both looked over and saw Josh splayed on the floor, laughing uproariously while their other friend attempted to help him to his feet.
“I’m sorry, but he’s gotta go,” Frankie said.
“On my way,” Matt said. “I’m sorry again. Next time I’ll leave him at home.”
“That just sounds like a good plan in general,” Frankie said.
Matt smiled. “Have a good night, Frankie.”
“You, too,” she said. “If you need one, my bouncer can help you call a cab.”
“No worries, we’ve got a ride,” Matt said. “See you around.” He hesitated like he wanted to say more, but instead just gave her a small smile and an awkward wave before he left to collect his friends. At that moment, the closing notes of “Strawberry Wine” sounded from the speakers and Frankie turned, wiping her hands off on a bar towel, and grabbed the remote.
“You said I could listen to it twice!” Greg protested.
“And you did,” Frankie said. “Jesus, Greg, how many times did you buy the song this time?”
“Eight or nine,” he said with a shrug. “Hey, who was that guy you were just talking to?”
“The one who fell on the floor or the other one?”
“The other one.”
“Guy I met at a boxing match the other night.”
“He looks familiar … hang on, you were at a boxing match the other night?” Greg asked, slurring his words slightly.
“Yes,” Frankie said, arching her eyebrow slightly.
“Were you lost?”
Frankie laughed. “No, I was there to support a friend.”
“You have friends?”
“Hey, look at the time, Greg, are you ready to close out?” Frankie asked. He laughed, running a hand through his gray hair.
“Yeah, I probably should,” he said.
“Want it on your card?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Frankie printed out his tab and slid his card and receipt across the bar to him with a pen. “Oh my god, Greg, don’t tip me that much!”
“Yes, I gave you a hard time, I have to make it up to you somehow,” Greg said as he tucked his card back into his wallet.
“But I only let you listen to your song twice,” Frankie protested.
“I’ll get you back later,” Greg said. “Have a good night, Frankie.”
“You, too, Greg, get home safe. And thanks.”
Frankie checked the time. 3:45AM. Finally, last call was only five minutes away. The bar had thinned out considerably with only a handful of people still nursing their drinks. Frankie wasn’t especially tired, but she was looking forward to sitting down.
Oh yeah I tell you somethin’
I think you’ll understand
When I say that somethin’
I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
Frankie looked over towards the jukebox, surprised, and was pleasantly surprised to see Seth heading her way, a brown paper grocery bag in one arm.
“What brings you here at this godawful hour of the night?” Frankie asked as she rested her elbows on the bar. Seth smiled, set the bag on the bar, and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
Oh please say to me
You’ll let me be your man
And please say to me
You’ll let me hold your hand
Now, let me hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
“Well, for one, I wanted to see you, Iowa,” Seth said as he sat down. “And two, I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of proposition?” Frankie asked. She checked her watch and reached over behind the bar to flip on the lights as she yelled for last call.
“I know you might be tired after working all day, so if you want to just go home and go to bed, I totally understand. “But … if you feel like hanging out for a bit, I thought I’d offer to make you breakfast.”
Frankie stared at the grocery bag. “You want to make me breakfast?”
“It seemed a little later for dinner,” Seth said. “So? What do you say?”
“I say … do I have to go to Jersey for this?” she asked.
Seth laughed. “It’s an option, but if you’d rather not, we could go to your place. Not that I’m trying to invite myself over, but … okay, I guess I kind of am, but at least I’m bringing food.”
“My studio apartment is about the size of a postage stamp, but you’re welcome to bring food,” Frankie said.
“As long as it has a stove, I’m all set,” Seth said.
“Okay then.” She tried to suppress a smile but couldn’t, so she turned away to close out the tabs of the last few bar patrons.
And when I touch you
I feel happy inside
It’s such a feelin’ that my love
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
“Why are you washing dishes?” Frankie protested. “Put those down immediately!” They’d finished eating and Frankie couldn’t remember the last time pancakes had tasted quite so good.
“Oh, come on!” Seth protested as he turned on the sink. “Just let me be nice to you!”
“You’re already nice to me,” Frankie said as she stood up and crossed the short distance to stand behind him at the sink. “You just cooked me breakfast at 5AM. You don’t need to do dishes, too.”
“But what if I want to do the dishes?” Seth asked, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. Frankie sucked in a quick breath for bravery and ducked under his arm so that she was standing between him and the sink.
“That’s not how it works,” Frankie insisted, gently placing her hands on his hips. “Whoever cooks doesn’t do the dishes. It’s basically law.”
“Oh yeah?” Seth asked, setting down the plate in the sink and turning off the faucet. He brushed her hair back from her face with both hands, letting her pull his body flush against hers. “What if I feel like being a rebel?”
“Oh, please,” Frankie teased. “When have you ever broken a rule?”
“Well,” Seth said, thinking hard as he let his hands slide down to her throat, his fingers brushing along her cheeks. “I once cheated on a spelling test in second grade.”
“Oh, excuse me,” Frankie said. “I didn’t realize I was in the presence of such a badass.”
Seth grinned as he leaned down and kissed her softly, his lips gentle and languid, taking his time with her. Frankie felt herself melt against him, wrapping her arms around his back to both pull him closer and hold herself up.
“If you need sleep, I can go–” Seth murmured, but Frankie interrupted him.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
She deepened the kiss, letting her tongue fold into his as he slid his hands down her body and hoisted her up on the edge of the counter. Frankie pulled off her shirt before she tugged at his, yanking it over his head and dropping it to the floor. Seth caressed her body, gently pulling down the straps of her bra and kissing her shoulders. She unhooked her bra and Seth tugged it away, dropping it to the floor. He kissed his way down from her shoulders and over her chest, bending down to lick each of her nipples in turn, sucking them into hard buds.
Frankie tugged his hair, pulling him back up to her so she could kiss him and his mouth crashed against hers in a bruising kiss that made her toes curl. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing his hips against hers, and he winced suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m fine, it’s just …” he gestured to his side. Frankie looked and saw her leg had hit the dark bruise that still marked his side from the fight a couple days earlier.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I completely forgot, I’m sorry!”
“Don’t be,” Seth said with a grin as he scooped her up into his arms. “It’s totally worth it.”
He carried her over to her bed and set her down gently on top of it. Seth reached for her jeans, pulling her panties down with them. He tossed them aside and stood over her for a moment, gazing down at her.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Frankie sat up and crawled over to him. She kissed his stomach, her tongue tracing along the lines of his abs as she undid the zipper on his jeans. Frankie looked up and caught his gaze as he stared at her, his eyes hooded with desire. She pushed down down his pants, freeing his hard length, never breaking eye contact with him. Frankie ran her fingers up his thighs, her nails lightly grazing his skin, causing him to sigh softly. She took his hard length in one hand, the other cupping his balls. She traced along his cock with her tongue, kissing the tip before she slowly took him in her mouth, caressing his balls as she ran her other hand along his length. Seth groaned, brushing her hair back from her face with both hands.
After a few minutes he stopped her, pulling away gently and not without a little effort. Seth knelt down beside the bed, easing her back until she was sitting on the bed. He leaned forward, kissing along her thighs as he let his hands roam her body, pulling her closer to his mouth. Seth brushed his lips against her wet core, causing her to shudder under his touch. He kissed her then, sliding his tongue between her folds. Frankie moaned softly, letting her head fall back as he slid a finger inside of her, then two. Seth’s tongue caressed every inch of her as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster. Soon Frankie was vibrating under his touch, her hips bucking against his mouth. He kept her pinned to his tongue, sucking at her clit until she went over the edge, her cries reverberating through her small apartment.
Seth kissed her thighs as she caught her breath, making his way up across her stomach, her breasts, and her neck. Frankie took his face in her hands and kissed him, pressing his body against hers, excited all over again at the feel of his hard cock against her thigh. She rolled him over so that he was on his back and straddled his hips, tossing her dark hair out of her face. Frankie reached down and guided him to her entrance, slowly sliding onto his length. She rose and fell on top of him, Seth’s fingers digging into her hips. Frankie rose until just the tip remained inside of her and then thrust down, taking him all in at once. She did this over and over, Seth moaning his approval as he clutched at her flesh, desperate to have her. He brought his hand to her sensitive clit, teasing her with his thumb as she rode him. Frankie could already feel another orgasm swelling within her, rising beneath his fingertips as he urged her higher and higher.
When she came again, Frankie dragged her nails into his chest, anchoring her in place as the pleasure rolled through her body. Seth pulled her down to him, kissing her hard as he thrust up into her, pinning her body to his. As the final throes of her orgasm clenched around him, Seth came into his own release, pulsing within her as he kissed her, teeth tugging at her bottom lip.
Frankie rolled off of him and Seth immediately pulled her close to him, curling his body around hers. She let herself relax into his arms, tangling her legs with his as the Brooklyn dawn streamed in through her windows. He kissed her forehead and settled beside her, closing his eyes. Before she drifted off to sleep, Frankie pulled her comforter up around them, rolling it around them as they lay on top of the bed.
Neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to.
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