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Can You Stake My Heart	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TA-DA! Sorry that it has taken me SO LONG to get this up! I had really wanted to write more on Christmas break, but I was more into Dead Like Me, and mananged to get a few more chapters up for that story. But I kind of neglected this one for the last month..........so here you go darlings!
Enjoy! And don't forget to review!
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The heat in the air was a living thing, and the friction created between them had somehow manifested itself in physical form, and spread throughout her entire apartment. Or at least the bedroom.
She shuddered against his lips, his hands, his body; every inch of him compressed against every inch of her, like they could somehow melt into each other and form one person. She wanted to be a part of him right then. She wanted them to be one entity, one being, in her tiny, one bedroom apartment.
He was working on it.
He slowly lifted his body above hers, covering her, sheltering her with his warmth. He wanted her to feel safe and relaxed with him. He wanted her to forget about the horrible things that had happened for a little while and just focus on this.
He trailed a path of soft kisses down her throat to her collarbone, lavishing special attention to her clavicle. Her body was smoldering, fiery liquid coursing through her veins. She pushed his shirt up over his shoulders, and he stopped kissing her long enough to pull it off and toss it to the ground beside the bed. Her palms flattened against his back, gently rubbing his smooth skin.
He suddenly stopped kissing her, sitting back on his heels, just looking down at her. He drank in the sight of her red nose and flushed cheeks contrasted against her alabaster skin; her dark, red hair snaking across the pillows like it was alive. He thought that he had never seen anyone as simply beautiful as she was. Except maybe...
"Gerard?" Her voice rang quietly in the otherwise silent room, bringing him back to her. His eyes joined hers, and she saw something there. Something that she couldn't explain, but it made her feel like everything was alright. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I don't know really..." he trailed off, as his hands slid up under her shirt, pushing it up to expose her bra. She held his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, and moaned quietly as his hands grazed her breasts with a feather touch. "I just...I can't not look at you...You're so beautiful..." His words became muted as his mouth attached itself once again to her skin, and he used his hands to pull her shirt over her head and discard it. If he would have been looking at her face he would have seen her cheeks flush an even deeper shade.
Her eyes closed fully as he pushed aside her bra, covering one peaked nipple with his hot mouth. Her body immediately arched against him in response, and he couldn't help but smile as he circled the nipple with his tongue, gently nipping and sucking just enough to tease her, then pulling away, leaving her breathless.
She mock-glared up at him as he grinned down at her devilishly, and in response, she threw her arms around his neck, circling his shoulders, pulling him as tightly against her as was physically possible. Their mouths fused together, and that, combined with the closeness of their bodies, forced all the air from her lungs. She could draw in no other breath than what he gave her when he exhaled, and he, no other than when she exhaled. It was noisy, and fierce, both of them starving for oxygen, but wanting each other more.
His hands did not stay stationery. They moved up and down her sides slowly, languidly fuelling the fire that he had started in her; his hips between her legs, her hands all over him, and his all over her. She could feel him hardening against her, and she reached a hand down between them, trying tos show him that she was ready for more.
He let out a loud gasp into her mouth as her hands found him. She touched him softly though his jeans, and then, moving a hand to undo the button and unzip them, she pushed that hand in, rubbing him roughly and then pulling away. He growled low in his throat, attacking her neck with his lips and teeth.
She pulled away momentarily, and he whined, grinding his hips into hers when she put her hand back.
"Gerard.." She whispered throatily against his neck. It was all that she had to say, and he knew what she meant.
Clothing was disposed of, and soon they both lay pale and naked under her covers. His body was on top of hers and her legs and arms were wrapped around him. He was hesitant before entering her, pausing just before her entrance, far enough away that she couldn't thrust her hips up enough to meet him.
She had enough of his teasing.
She grabbed his behind in both her hands and pulled as hard as she could, forcing his hips towards hers, forcing him into her. She let out a quiet moan of satisfaction, and he gasped at the sudden warmth of her sheathing him.
He gently thrust in and out of her, building up a slow rythym. He didn't want to rush this. He wanted to be gentle and kind, and soothing, so that she could feel comforted. He watched her face, the way her eyebrows arched and relaxed; the way she was breathing loudly though her mouth; the way her arms were above her head in complete submission. But he didn't want that. He wanted her to be in control. He wanted her to get what she wanted out of this. It was the whole reason her was here.
He rolled over so that she was above him, giving her the reins. He watched her, and when she started to push herself against him harder, he thrust back in kind. He moved his hands down to her hips, gripping them tightly as his slow rythym became her frenzied pace, and she thrust herself with careless abandon against his body.
She was so unbelievably beautiful at that moment, he didn't care if he came or not. He just wanted to always picture her as she was right then; flushed, shameless, and completely consumed with passion. And all he wanted was to make her feel good, to make her come.

He moved a finger to her clit, rubbing it as she thrust against him, harder and harder. Her eyes flew open, and she inhaled sharply at the new wave of pleasure that overtook her. She shook and trembled, her body almost collapsing with the anticipation of release.
A few moments later, her back arched, and she thrust down deeply again, her body shuddering and finally climaxing on top of him.
She sank against him, and he rolled over so that they were on their sides, with him still inside of her, still hard. He moved to pull out and she grabbed onto his forearm.
"Don't." Her voice was tired, and he could see the lazy satisfaction on her features. "I want you to stay inside me..."
He pulled up close to her, wrapping his arms around her protectively, and kissed her sweat-covered forehead.
"Okay."
She fell asleep to his quiet breathing, and the feeling of him all around her.
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Yipee! They finally finished what they started! But what's going to happen now?! Hmm? Well, you'll just have to let me know if you liked this chapter, and then maybe I'll tell you! Mwah ha haaaa!
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