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Taking Back the Life You Stole	By : Rachy2006 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You're here, is it really you?" you whispered into his jacket as he held you close.
"It's me honey, it's me. I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry baby."
"Me too."
Some girls with My Chemical Romance hoodies watched the two of you hugging from the other side of the airport.
"They look happy," one said.
"I think you have some fans waiting," you giggled when you spotted them standing eagerly, pens and paper clutched in their hands, looking like they were about to explode.
"Hey girls," he said to them, waving. You watched him as he walked over to them and made their day. You sighed and felt your heart melt for Gerard Way.

"I hate planes!" he moaned as he fidgeted around yet again, "They are too friggin small."
You giggled as he squirmed around trying to get comfortable.
"It's not funny," he retorted, but he couldn't help but grin.
"I'm bored," he flopped around like a fish out of water.
"Shall I get you some crayons and a colouring book," you joked.
He just gave you a look of disdain as you buried your head in a pillow to stop from laughing.
"I have an idea!" he said with a cheeky grin on his face. He took the outdated Kerrang magazine out of your hands and kissed you hard on the lips. You moved your hands into his hair, and he moved his onto your thigh. Suddenly he moved away. He stood up very nonchalant and walked towards the toilet.
You knew exactly what he was thinking. But could you? On a plane? Fuck it, you got up and followed him down the aisle. He looked behind him, saw you following and immediately a smile which sent you weak at the knees spread across his face. He reached the toilet cubicle, opened the door slowly; looking around him like some sort of secret agent, you giggled as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the tiny space. He pushed you up against the miniscule sink and kissed you hard. "So this is your idea," you said, your voice muffled against his soft lips.
"Yes miss," he growled, hoisting you up so you were sitting on the edge of the sink. You opened your legs so he could stand between them and he continued to kiss your lips and down your neck.
"That feels good," you breathed as he pulled away and put his face so close to yours that you could smell his minty breath playing across your face. You tried to catch his lips once again between yours; you needed that taste, but he kept pulling his head away. "What are you doing?" you giggled.
"I just want to look at you," he whispered, staring intently into your eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and slid his hands down your arms, sending shivers all along your body. You started to unzip his trousers. "We have to be quick," he said, smiling cheekily once again, as you pulled his boxers just low enough and he got to work on your jeans. He quickly pushed himself inside you and you held your breath to stifle the scream that threatened to pierce the air. "Bit of a challenge for you to be quiet," he laughed, his breath was quickening as he pushed into you faster, "Oh fuck."
You pulled his ear to your lips by grabbing the hair on the back of his head, "not so easy for you either is it?" you said huskily, pushing your hips forward to match him.
He buried his head in the crook of your neck, gently nipping at the skin. "Stop," you whispered, and he pulled out of you in surprise. You got down off the sink. "Switch with me," you said breathlessly, you looked down at his still hard cock and you felt yourself get more and more wet just looking at him. He hopped up on the sink and somehow you balanced yourself on his lap, sinking down onto his throbbing member.
"Fuck baby. Bea..." he trailed off, helping you move up and down on top of him by grasping your hips tightly, the slight unconfortable position only heightening the sensation of him deep inside you.
"I want to fuck you," you moaned, moving faster. He merely muttered some unintelligable words as his eyes rolled in his head and he bit his lip hard. You smothered the cry that was written on his face with a deep kiss, tasting the blood from his lip on your tongue.
"I'm gonna come so hard Bea," he muttered into your open mouth and with two more thrusts he did.

"That was the best in-flight entertainment ever," he whispered as you made your way back to your seats. You both couldn't stop grinning.
"And now only 4 hours to go," you said.
"Still that long!" he groaned.
You moved into his body and held him close. "Ok maybe it won't be that bad," he decided as he snuggled down next to you.

"I don't want to! Can't we go back, look there's a plane to New York!" you pointed up at the departures board.
"No! I endured that flight and we are going to meet your parents!" Gerard said.
"What do you mean endured!?" you joked, "I had sex with you in a toilet cubicle and the flight was enduring!" you laughed.

This is why he loved her. She made him laugh; she made him be the real Gerard. He'd figured out why they had had so many arguments. It was because they were the same. Spending time with each other was like looking at yourself and being able to see your faults magnified. Their long conversation on the plane had resolved these issues.
"What is love without conflict?" she had said "If you don't have to fight for your relationship every day then there is no relationship."
He couldn't have agreed more.

"So where are we meeting them?" Gerard shouted as he lay on the bed in your hotel room and you soaked in the bathtub.
"Ermmmm...... at The Ivy," you replied nervously.
"What?" he said jumping up and running into the bathroom.
You looked up, surrounded by bubbles and smiled.
"It's no good smiling Bea," he said seriously, "What the hell am I going to wear to The Ivy. The only clothes I have are what I was wearing on the plane and what we bought today! Isn't it like......"
"Snobby? Yeah," you laughed, "I don't care. You wear what you like and I am too."
"Right. Ok. I'm wearing this then," he said.
You looked him up and down. Tight black jeans, black adidas sneakers, and a too-tight Black Flag t-shirt that he'd found on a market stall in Notting Hill. "You look gorgeous," you said truthfully, blowing him a kiss.

You both walked quickly through the streets hand in hand. People stared as you walked past, some chav's called an abusive name but you kept on walking. Gerard was an imposing guy, decked out in black clothes, his long black hair swooping across his face, his eyes outlined with black eyeliner. But to you he was perfect. You had chosen to wear your tight blue drainpipes, your home-made Iron Maiden T-shirt, and green Vans. Your parents weren't going to see the fake you that they wanted to see, they were going to see the real you and the real Gerard. They had though that by deciding on The Ivy that you would show what they called decorum. Well they had another thing coming.

"Hello. We're here to have lunch with Mr and Mrs Wright," you said in your poshest accent.
"That's hot," Gerard whispered, "Remind me to get you to do that accent later."
You giggled and pinched his arm as the woman looked at you scornfully.
"Right this way...errr... madam and ........... sir." She eyed Gerard with suspicion.
You saw your mum and dad before they saw you. They sat at their usual table, chatting away, sipping tea. They looked nice. Wishful thinking again.
"Hi mum, hi dad," you said as you reached the table. Your mother gulped the tea down that she had just sipped from the cup, she was clearly shocked. Her eyes went immediately to Gerard. “This is Gerard, my boyfriend," you added. Your father said nothing. They didn't get up to welcome you, not a handshake, nothing. Gerard placed his hand on the small of your back in comfort.
Your parents eyed the two chairs on the opposite side of the table, willing you to sit down, away from the stares that you had begun to attract.
"We'll sit down then," Gerard interjected, "It's really nice to meet both of you."
"And you," your mother said politely. Your father maintained his stony silence.
"How was your flight?" your mother asked as she poured tea for both of you. You knew Gerard would want coffee but didn't dare to ask. He squeezed your hand under the table to show that tea was fine.
"It was great," you answered, "very uneventful." You tried to shoo away pictures of you and Gerard in the toilet that started to enter your mind.
"How is the ermmmm..... job going?" She said 'job' with such loathing that you felt your anger start to bubble.
"It's amazing," you gushed, finally a question you could answer. "I've seen so many brilliant places and met so many people," you smiled, willing your parents to be happy for you.
"Sounds interesting," your mother remained unsmiling.
"And you Gerard, how is your band going?" your father had broken his silence. Gerard looked at him nervously and swallowed.
"It's going very well sir. We've just finished a tour of America with our new album material and now we're going to take a short break before touring Europe with it," he replied like a pro, "Bea has done an amazing job sorting us out. We couldn't have done it without her," he smiled at you and kept hold of your hand.
"We hear that you used to be a drug addict," your mother threw in. Oh God, why? why did she have to do that?
"Yes I did," Gerard said calmly after a pause, "But I'm over that now. And so is Bea, we help each other."
You ordered lunch and the visit continued with more awkward questions about Gerard's parents and the other band members.
"JULIA," a voice floated across the room and interrupted your conversation.
You all turned to see your mother's best friend Amanda strolling across the room with her arms outstretched. Your mother got up to meet her and they air kissed.
"Darling, it's so fantastic to see you," Amanda said in her plummy accent, "And what have we here. That cannot be Beatrice."
"It's me," you said politely offering her your hand to shake.
"Oh darling you've become so American," Amanda said in disdain, chuckling to herself. She ignored your hand and you sat down again. "And who is this?" she asked you.
"This is Gerard Way my boyfriend."
"It's so nice to meet y'all," he drawled in the worst American accent ever and you stifled a snort as you drank from your water glass.
"You too Gerard," Amanda said confused.
She soon left and so did your parents. Prior engagement they said. They kissed you politely and you promised to call. You and Gerard walked back towards the hotel in silence.
"What are we going to do now then?" you sighed as you reached the hotel.
"Let's stay here!"
"What? In London?" you said shocked.
"Yeah! We can visit your old haunts, explore the city for a couple of weeks before the tour kicks off," he said pulling you to him.
You couldn't resist those puppy dog eyes. "Ok," you said quietly, your words slightly muffled by the closeness of his lips.
"Now, do that English accent again Miss Wright!" he said with a grin.
"I do not know what you mean," you said in your plummy way.
"Mmmmm. This beats the toilet any day," he chuckled as you reclined on the four poster bed.
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