A/N: This is actually an excerpt from my WIP, Press & Predators. I decided to rewrite Chapter 4 to remove the sex, and keep the rating of the story as a 'T.' This piece was originally written as a bridge between Nancy's POV and Frank's POV, so if you've been following that story, you know where this would have been inserted (though I rewrote some to remove it, so it doesn't fit seamlessly anymore). A little scene setting for those who haven't read P&P: Frank has just arrived on Nancy's doorstep in Chicago in the wee hours of the morning, in the company of two FBI agents who are camping out making sure he stays safe.

I don't really think you have to read the story for this to make sense. It's purely Nancy/Frank fluff at this point, having been excerpted from it's original home, but I hated to waste the effort, so I decided to post as a one-shot.

This piece definitely carries a mature rating for heterosexual content, though I believe it is all tasteful. Don't forget to review!

Oh, and I don't own Frank or Nancy, and I make no money from this. My only compensation are those lovely little reviews you leave . . . please!

Press & Predators Chapter 4 M-excerpt:

Frank's lips followed her collar bone to the curve of her neck until he reached her earlobe.

His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "I've missed you, Nan."

Nancy pulled back to look in his face. His eyes seemed darker and wider than usual, and the heat in his gaze ignited a pleasant flame of desire in her core.

"I missed you, too, Frank."

He leaned in to kiss her, again. Their joined lips parted, and she met his tenderly probing tongue with her own. Her fingers tangled into his still-uncut hair to keep their lips together as he pushed her back onto the bed. She savored his distinctive taste and smell, losing herself in the sensory onslaught of Frank Hardy.

He slipped a hand under her t-shirt, his fingers tracing a blazing trail up her side until he reached the swell of her breast. She groaned into his mouth as he found her nipple, and rolled it between his fingers, her back arching spontaneously at the stimulation.

His hand stilled, and he sat up to look at her. His breath was coming as rapidly as hers, and it felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest.

He pulled back further, while every nerve in her body screamed for his touch. Her voice was breathless as she asked, "What's wrong, Frank?"

His smile was full of promise. "I think we have too many clothes on."

He stood and took her hands to pull her to her feet. As soon as she had her balance, he gripped the lower hem of her t-shirt and stripped it off over her head. His arms came down around her and he dropped the garment to the floor behind her while pulling her tight against his bare chest. His mouth was no longer gentle, but demanding, and she met his urgency with her own, raking her fingers down his muscular back to the waist of his jeans.

Following the waistband of his jean around to the front, she found the closure and slipped her finger in to undo the button. Frank's breath caught as she slid the zipper down, and ran her hands inside his jeans. She slipped her fingers inside his underwear, pushing both articles of clothing out of the way impatiently. He reached down to help her, releasing her long enough to remove jeans and underwear and toss them aside.

He reached around her waist, and slid his large hands into her pants and back over her hips to cup her bare butt. The over-sized pants slipped down her legs to puddle at her feet, and she kicked them away. She recalled the first time they made love, in his parents' house less than one week ago. Perhaps it had been the setting, but she had felt self-conscious about their nudity at the time. This time everything felt comfortable and right, and she pressed against him, anxious to feel every square inch of his body.

He began to maneuver her back to the bed. His long arms wrapped around her, molding her body to his, as he claimed her lips in another ravenous kiss. Their bodies locked together, as they tried to satisfy a mutual and urgent desire to be close.

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Frank refused to break the physical contact to allow her to lie down on the bed. He leaned down and scooped her into his arms, lowering both of their bodies to the bed at the same time. He angled himself over her, one arm still cradling her head, the other moving up her side so he could enjoy the silky feel of her skin under his fingertips.

She scraped her fingernails lightly over the skin of his chest and abdomen, and Frank shivered at the touch. He abandoned her mouth to venture lower, dropping feather-light kisses on her neck and chest until he reached the dark skin of her areola. He traced the edge of the dark area with his tongue, and then blew on it, watching in fascination as the skin puckered, and the nipple became erect.

Nancy's hands gripped his head, urging him up, but he ignored her, instead taking the tight bud into his lips and sucking gently, smiling as Nancy squirmed under him. Her obvious arousal was heightening his own, and his erection bucked against her involuntarily when she moaned.

He slipped his hand across her stomach, and down into her coarse hair. Her legs parted willingly, giving him access her warm, wet core.

Cupping his hand over her mound, he slipped one finger into her folds, over her pulsing nub, and into her hot depths. He took her entire breast into his mouth, sucking as he began a steady rhythm, sliding first one and then two fingers into her.

He could feel her tightening around his fingers, and just the thought of that warm, wet sheath around him brought him close to the edge. He had been anticipating the feel of her for the last six days, and he knew he was going to have trouble holding back once he felt her close around him.

He ached with his need for her, and when his name slipped out of her lips, he knew there was no more waiting, for either of them. He moved between her legs, tickling her clit with his fingers, as he finally slid into her.

Her gasp when he removed his hand to leverage himself fully into her core was almost his undoing. Her legs widened, and she arched against his hips. He took a deep calming breath, hoping to hold on for a few more seconds, long enough, hopefully, to bring them both to the brink together.

He pulled out until just the tip of his penis teased her hot entrance. Nancy's hands gripped his hips as she arched against him, again. He plunged hard and fast, only to pull away once more from the mounting tension where their bodies joined.

With the next thrust, he slipped his hands under her, raising and tilting her hips so he could fully penetrate her. She wrapped her legs around his, matching his rhythm with her own as he rocked inside of her, his sensitive tip rubbing against something within her that was soft, but unyielding. The sensation has quickly bringing him to a high unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Their gasping breaths synchronized, hearts beating a staccato rhythm that matched the movement of their bodies. He knew without a doubt that Nancy Drew was the only woman he would ever make love to again.

The tell-tale tightening of her core around his engorged penis, was the permission he needed to let go. He covered her mouth with his to stifle the primal noises that escaped them as they finally reached climax.

Their bodies responded as one to the waves of pleasure that pulsed through and over them, leaving them both breathless. As the orgasm faded to a languid contentment, they sank into each other, neither of them willing to end the profound unity that encompassed body and soul.

They slipped into sleep still wrapped together.