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When You Go	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay....are you guys ready for this? i don't think you are....things are getting pretty hot'n'heavy between frank and luca.....read on.....if you dare......mwah ha ha.....
Disclaimer: okay so this never happened either....but a girl can dream can't she??
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She snuggled closer into Frank's embrace, turning her head into his chest to shield herself from a particularly gory part of the movie. He smiled down at her, rubbing her arm in a comforting manner.
"It's over now," he whispered in her ear when the part had ended, and she smiled up at him gratefully.
"Thanks. I just hate all that gross stuff..." which wouldn't have been a problem, except that Frank's favourite movies were, of course, gory, b-rated horror flicks.
"Anything for you, babe." She knew he meant it too. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, bringing a hand up to cup the side of her cheek. "You're so beautiful, Luca. So beautiful...."
She turned her head, face flushed, completely embarrassed by Frank's sudden show of affection. It's not like there's anyone else here. Why can't I just accept a complement from my boyfriend? But she couldn't help it. She always felt awkward when guys started to talk about their feelings. Except Gerard. She pushed that thought out of her mind, and turned her face up to Frank's again.
"Frank?"
"Mhmm?" he responded, his attention focused once again on the movie.
"I'm kind of bored..."She trailed off, looking up at him expectantly. He nodded in the direction of the TV screen.
"Movie's almost done, babe. Just 20 more minutes should do it."
She sighed and rested her head against his chest again. She brought her hand up, running accross his chest, and down his stomach to wrap around his waist and join with her other hand. Nothing innuendous, but just because she liked to touch him. She liked to feel the hardness of his muscles underneath his shirt, the way they curved and dipped, in and out. She liked the way he felt. She really liked everything about him. He was caring, funny, thoughtful, so talented, not to mention extremely attractive. She remembered the first time he had kissed her. So shy, so embarrassed, so nervous.....she had thought he was going chicken-out, like he had so many times previous. But she hadn't let him. She asked him, point-blank, "Are you gonna kiss me, or not?". She smiled, thankful that he had, thankful that he was here beside her now, thankful that things had worked out well. But that didn't solve her problem of being bored...
Frank's attention was still riveted on the stupid show, so she decided that it was time for him to pay attention to her now. She pulled her hands apart, and sitting up a little, started to run her hands accross his chest again, and down.... This time, there was no mistaking her intention.
When her hand reached his zipper, he sat bolt upright.
"Luca," he said in a tone that betrayed the effect her slight touch had had on him, "what are you doing? I'm trying to watch!"
"Oh, that's okay. Just don't mind me, keep watching." She started tugging at his belt buckle, letting her hands accidentally brush against his crotch. More than once.
"Lu! I can't very well keep watching if you're doing that!" his face had turned a very bright red, and his breathing was beginning to quicken.
"Oh, sure you can, baby," she breathed, moving her mouth up so it was inches away from his. "Just let me have my fun..." she trailed of, planting a soft passionate kiss on his parted lips, licking his bottom lip as she pulled away. She moved from lips to his neck, savagely sucking at his skin before pushing his shirt up and moving down to his nipples. She took one in her mouth, her tongue caressing it, and she could hear him breathing hard, gasping really, everytime she gently nipped at it. She moved her tongue down his stomach, tracing cirlce around his navel, and down to the waist of his jeans.
She undid the buckle on his belt, allowing her access to the button and zipper of his jeans. She deftly opened them, and slowly reached one small hand inside...
He moaned loudly when her hand found him, already hard, teasing with feather light touches over his navy blue boxer-briefs. She looked up at his face to see that his attention was now focused, not on the movie, but on the ceiling, his head resting on the back of the couch with a look of rapturous enjoyment on his face. A look I put there -- a thought that turned her on beyond belief.
At that instant, she was on top of him, straddling his hips planting feverish kisses all over his smooth, white skin. She wanted him that way, fevered, passionate, hard. She wanted to feel everywhere on her. He returned her kisses in kind, winding one hand in her hair to pull her mouth against his, while the other worked on unclasping her bra. She could feel him beneath her, the hardess of him rubbing against her so excrutiatingly arousing. She started slowly rocking her hips back and forth, pulling away from his kiss only long enough to pull her t-shirt over her head,and throw her bra on the floor. His hands went down to her hips, holding them steady against his.
"Baby, not yet, I can't hold on if you do that..."By the level of concentration on his face, she knew he was dangerously close to losing control of his body.
"I don't want you to hold on," she countered. Let's lose it together... She smiled knowingly, and stood up over him on the couch, unbuttoning her jeans,and kicking them, with her panties, to the floor. He followed her lead, pushing his own pants down to his ankles with his boxers right behind them.
She saw that he was more than ready, and she slowly lowered herself until she was hovering just above him.
"Are you ready, baby?" she cooed, teasingly brushing her wetness against the tip of him, not quite touching him, but torturing him unbearably.
"Fuck that!" Frank breathed, grabbing her hips and pulling her down forcibly onto his rigid shaft.
"Oh GOD!" She cried, clutching at the back of the couch for support as he started bucking his hips up and down against hers. His hands stayed on her hips, gripping her so tightly his knuckles turned white, as he continued slamming her small form against his.
"Oh, Lu," he groaned, moving to sit up so that they were both sitting, still connected, still thrusting. Her arms wrapped around his neck, clawing at his back, leaving angry red welts in her wake. His hands gripped her hair, arching her head back to attack her neck, biting as hard as he dared without breaking skin. She felt a familiar tingling sensation low in her belly, and knew that she was so close to release. He let her hair loose, pulling her face down so her eyes were looking directly into his. She could tell he was as close, if not closer than she.
"Lu, I want to see you come." he growled, low in his throat, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see the look on your face, hear you scream my name." He started bucking wildy, his rhythym going completely haywire as he struggled to come. She maintainted eye contact with him the whole time, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into him. And then, suddenly, her body exploded into a million molten fragments, each one sizzling through her blood stream to saturate every fiber of her being with him. She called his name in a husky, low-throated scream, finally sagging against him as they both fell back onto the couch.
They lay silently for a few moments, revelling in the afterglow of such an intimate performance. He finally moved to brush the damp strands of hair away from her red, sweat-streaked face.
"You're so beautiful, Luca." He whispered, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it to his chest. She could feel the strong pulse of his heart, trying desperately to calm down after such strenuous activities. "I love you. More than anything. I don't ever want this feeling to go away....."
She lay still for a while, and then finally moved her head, angling it so she could see the look on his face. His eyes were closed, and he looked more serene, more content than she had ever seen him. His breathing was becoming more even as sleep took him. They had never done anything like that before. So hard, so rough, so....arousing. She had never wanted him more, never felt so close, or so connected with him. She gazed at him, wondering if maybe this was it. Is this what I've been missing for the last 23 years of my life? Is this how it is supposed to be when you are in love......
She scooted up his body so their faces were even. She brushed a few stray tendrils of black hair away from his angelic face, kissing his forhead tenderly. She nestled into the crook of his neck, closing her eyes to the sound of his soft breathing.
"Me neither, Frank. Me neither."
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