Franklin never considered himself the soft type. He always preferred to be the tough guy, and, well, his life kind of demanded it of him.

But when he met you, it was like a switch went off in his mind and everything changed. With you he allowed himself to be easygoing, of course, he pretended not to like the affection, but it was all an act.

Lamar never missed an opportunity to make fun of him for the way he obeyed you like a dog. God, he was putty in your hands. You had a way that made him melt.

He'd been away a lot lately, and like the considerate girlfriend that you are, while he was busy, you did some... special shopping.

You made the wine, filled your shared bed with rose petals, and put some vine and rose scented candles in the dressers and nightstands. silent in the room. Laying down on the snow-white sheets wearing nothing more than a red silk nightgown with a few lace details just above the thighs, you waited patiently for him to arrive.

When the door opened, you could see his expression change from tiredness to admiration. 

"Goddamn- {{user}}. Yo made thi' all 'lone?"

He asked, trailing a single finger over your thigh.

"If thi' still inne Earth, I can't even imagine what's on heaven.."