AN: Wrote this to fill the prompt of romantic, consexual loving sex between Franziska and Adrian, who have been together for a while and know each other well. Twas quite fun actually but I tremble at the fear of them being too OOC D8

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When Franziska awoke that Sunday morning on a large, white, king-sized bed with a certain Adrian Andrews curled up at her side, she found herself momentarily off-guard at the fact that she was content.

Completely love-ridden and unashamedly content.

The two of them had been on a slightly complicated relationship for a good year or two after the release of Adrian from prison, and they kept themselves busy by playing a hurtful game of hide-and-seek with their feelings. It took precisely twenty-three months or so before the blue-haired prosecutor decidedly snapped under the pressure. If there was one thing a von Karma couldn't stand it was the idea of being unsure about anything.

And why should Franziska pretend to ignore the evidence when the verdict was incriminating and clear?

She was in love with Adrian Andrews.

Franziska turned her head down to face the blond woman in question, noting the slight bruises across her torso snaking around to her back that resulted from the kisses of her whip before she leaned over and pressed her lips to her forehead.

Adrian murmured in her sleep, shifting closer to the brief touch before resuming her light snoring.

She was a fool, Franziska thought, but she would take pleasure in the fact that this fool was hers.

Her little brother was unsurprisingly welcome to the notion of the two of them living together, after all, what sort of man would he be had he rejected the idea when he lived with a bumbling, idiot defense attorney himself? So under his (quite unnecessary, yet slightly comforting) approval, Adrian had moved in with Franziska in her small, rich apartment complex.

The two of them had been living under the same roof for several months now, and admittedly, her life had been all the more brighter for it.

She moved her arm over Adrian's torso, pulling the woman closer to shower her pale neck with warm, fleeting kisses, her fingers tracing unrecognizable shapes and patterns over her sides.

Adrian's light snoring stopped abruptly to be replaced with a muffled groan and a short melodious laughter as she moved in closer to Franziska's warm embrace, welcome to the morning greeting.

"Hmm, it looks like you woke up on the right side of the bed, Franziska."

If it was proper for her to snort she would've, but she chose instead to pursue the kisses with a more fiery intent and a slightly teasing tongue.

The response was immediate and as of lately, familiar.

Adrian moved in to place a kiss on her lips before sliding the sheets off for easier access to her legs, all pretenses of previous morning banter gone.

"My, aren't you a little too eager this morning?"

It was Franziska's turn to tease, and the blond woman showed no hesitation in replying by placing a hand on her thigh, pressing her legs apart while her nails gently scratched the smooth skin. Franziska felt her eyelids flutter.

It wasn't long before Franziska was muttering noises of approval while deft fingers pressed inside her, and it wasn't too long before she had her face buried in Adrian's neck, nipping and kissing furiously as her body rocked in motion to the final pumping of those ridiculously skilled hands.

Adrian knew what Franziska loved most, and the feeling was mutual. Franziska knew exactly what Adrian needed.

She quickly flipped her over, changing their positions, and reached for the coiled whip at their bedside, smirking now while she bonded her hands together before tying them tightly to the top of the back of the bed on a small, discreet hook. As it turned out, Franziska was very practical about their sexual activities.

She knew exactly how tight Adrian liked the knot, and she was very, very precise about getting it right.

Placing her hand beneath her chin, Franziska pulled Adrian forward, her hot breath on the side of her face before she made her way downwards, leaving a trial of brutal kisses and bruises from her hold.

"F-Franziska.."

No matter how many times she had her mutter her name like that, the tone of her voice and the desperate desire that laced it had always been one of Franziska's most favorite things. She was pretty sure the fool knew this, too.

Adrian tasted the same from the night before, slightly salty and wet, her tongue swiftly traced each and every crevice as she rubbed her clit slowly with her left hand, the other occupying itself by keeping the steadily frantic legs apart.

Her release was quick, and Franziska did not stop rubbing or licking, or fucking her until she was spent, limp and exhausted, her wrists quickly reddening from the raw grip of the taut leather whip.

The room was silent for a few seconds while Franziska untied the whip from her hands and quietly wrapped her arms around her, briefly brushing her fingers through long strands of golden hair. Adrian's voice was groggy and tired, breaking the silence.

"Thank god it's Sunday morning, hmm?"

It was hard to imagine life now without Adrian Andrews. Franziska was reluctant to admit it but she had grown to rely on the woman far more than anyone else in her life and the fact that she had someone to love, and to be loved by was..foolish maybe, but also a wonderful feeling. A foolishly foolish, wonderful, silly, nonsensical feeling.

The two of them fell back to sleep, their sheets strewn and hair mused.