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Can You Stake My Heart	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"This is it?" The icy air blew through her lips in short bursts, and by the expression on her face, Gerard knew that she was far from impressed.
He shifted uncomfortably. "Well, if you mean 'are we here', then yes, this is it." He started walking towards the stairs, the snow crunching softly under his heels, but she didn't follow at first.
"Okay, for real? It's just an old house. Why are we here?"
He walked back to where she was standing, and linked his arm through hers, starting to lead her towards the front door. "Well, to the ordinary eye, it may look like just an ordinary old house. But I happen to know, for a fact, that this isn't just any ordinary old house."
Her eyebrows lifted in genuine curiousity. She'd taken the bait.
"So....what kind of house is it then?" Her fingers curled around his bicep, gripping a little tighter with apprehension.
He did his best to look utterly serious when he replied, "A haunted one."
She stopped dead in her tracks. "Gerard, come on. That's so lame."
Then why do you look so scared?
"I'm not scared." She knew she was.
"Sure you're not. Then why don't you want to go in?"
She rolled her eyes. "I just don't really understand why, of all the places you could have taken me, you take me here the first chance you get."
"Don't worry. All will become clear. But first, we must go inside..." He trailed off as he tugged gently on her arm, urging her to follow him into the house. "Come on. Trust me."
After a moment of debating, Versailles huffed to herself and let him lead her up the rickety front porch to the front door.
She paused at the entrance. "So, this house isn't really haunted is it?"
"Well, that depends. Would you be scared?"
"Obviously!"
"We'll see. I do recall some story about a woman murdering her husband....but that could be hearsay."
She playfully punched him in the arm, even though her eyes were a bit wider than usual. "Is it at least going to be warmer in here?"
He looked down at her, roguish grin intact. "Yes. I did promise you that you'd love it, didn't I?" She nodded. "So don't worry. You can't have a good time when you're cold. And I never break a promise."
She smiled to herself, and let him pull her through the hallway. It became a large open room, with two staircases winding up towards the second floor, and a large dusty chandelier hanging between them. There were doorways on either side, leading off to different sections of the house. She couldn't help but be impressed. It was beautiful, even if it was freezing cold, and, albeit, a bit spooky in the dark. She shivered against his arm.
"It's a beautiful house, Gerard." She marveled as she took in the delicate workings on the chandelier and staircase banisters. "How did you discover this?"
"I used to come out here all the time. I discovered it one day when I was walking up here. I don't think anyone else knows about this place except me, and now you. So that makes you privy to a piece of very private knowledge."
"Ooh, lucky me!" she said with mock enthusiasm.
He just directed a playful glare at her, and kept walking. He led her to the right set of stairs and stopped. "Okay, you have to close your eyes."
"What?! Why?!" She balked at the idea of having her eyes closed in the middle of that house.
"Trust me. It's a surprise. And surprises are always best if you close your eyes first."
"But-"
He waved his finger in her face. "No buts! Now close your eyes!" He laughed at her tenacity. She wasn't an easy person to fool.
She huffed again, and closed her eyes hesitantly. "How long do I have to keep them closed?"
Silence.
"Gerard?"
Still nothing.
"Okay, come on Gerard, that's enough. I know you're there. Can I open my eyes or what?"
"Stop being a jerk. I'm opening my eyes now, I don't care what you're doing--" She stopped midsentence when she opened her eyes and saw that he was no where near her. She was suddenly painfully aware of the pounding of her heart in her chest, the sound of the wind rushing through the shutters and dilapitated boards on the house, the creaking of the chandelier as it hung heavily above her. No doubt about it, she was scared shitless.
She heard a creaking on the floorboards behind her. "Gerard?" she whispered. She didn't want to move, didn't want to turn around for fear of something lurking near her. If there was something there, she didn't want to see it, that was for sure.
Another creak, closer. She turned her head slightly to the left--
A flash of ghostly pale billowy fabric, and that was it. She bolted up the stairs like never before. It was darker on the top floor, all the doors leading to other rooms closed, no visible windows. She could hear the howling wind outside. "Gerard!" She yelled, as she threw open the doors to every room, almost on the verge of hysterics, she was so frightened. Room after room after room, she ran around the top floor, convinced that whatever was down there was chasing her, and it was only a matter of time before-
She ran into something in the middle of the hallway that she hadn't seen in the dark. It grabbed her arms.
She screamed, closing her eyes, flailing against it-
"Versailles! It's me! Calm down!"
She knew his voice. "Gerard?" She looked up confused, and realized that, yes, it was Gerard. "Oh my God, I'm so glad it's you!" She collapsed against him, breathing heavily from her frantic episode, clutching at his shirt. "I saw....and it creaked.....so scared.....I didn't see you....and it was chasing me...." Her words came out in a jumble, between her trying to catch her breath and the shock of her experience.
"It's okay. I'm here. Just me. It's alright." He held her against his chest, smoothing her hair down with one hand, rubbing her back with the other, all the while saying soothing words into her ear. The fear she felt seemed to dissipate and dissolve with each passing second she stayed in his arms. Her breathing slowed.
She finally pushed away from him, looking up at him in wonder. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" Her hands still clutched at his chest, and he could feel them there, the flush from the adrenaline apparent on her cheeks, throughout her entire body. He felt the heat of her as she pressed against him again, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You just...talked to me and it made me not afraid anymore. It's like....I don't even know why I was so scared in the first place."
She could feel his chest rise and fall as he laughed a little to himself. "Well, I've been told that I have a very soothing voice. That I can have a very calming manner."
"Whatever it is, it worked. I'm not scared now."
"Well, you are with me, so you don't have anything to be scared of."
She pushed herself an arm's length away from him. "I'm not sure about that."
He frowned down at her. "What do you mean?"
"Come on! I hardly know you! And for our first date you take me to some scary haunted house....how do I know you aren't planning to rape and kill me or something? It is awfully isolated out here."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Oh, again with the raping and the killing? I told you before, if I were, do you think I would have put all the effort to call you and make a date and bring you out here. Think of all the people that have seen us together since we left your apartment. I'd be caught for sure! And I probably would have killed you or raped you already."
"I guess so."
"And besides," he took her arm and slowly pushed open the door beside them. "This is what I really brought you here for."
The room was enormous. It had a large marble fireplace covered in engraving, in which roared a wonderful, inviting fire. Laid out in front of the fire was a large red velvet blanket, covered with dishes and candles, with a large basket sitting beside it. There were glasses of wine already poured and candles lit throughout the entire room.
The room itself held nothing but two gigantic floor-to-ceiling windows covered with lush purple drapes, and a king-size four-poster canopy bed covered in a bedspread the same colour as the curtains. She had stopped in the middle of the room, absolutely overcome by its beauty, and the trouble to which he had gone to set all of it up.
"So....what do you think?"
"Oh my God, Gerard, it's...."she trailed off. "Is this all....I mean, did you go through all this trouble just for me?"
"Believe me, it was no trouble. I knew you'd like it." He guided her to the blanket, and sat her down in front of the fire, handing her the glass of wine. He started pulling dishes out of the basket. "I didn't know what you liked to eat so--" He pulled out a plate with a large pizza on it.
"Ta-da!"
She giggled and took the plate from him, unwrapping the pizza and putting it down. He pulled out several more plates-- green salad with almonds and raspberry vinegarette; grapes, strawberries and cream cheese; and little vanilla, strawberry and chocolate wafers for dessert.

She couldn't help but be amazed by his thoughtfulness. He was so sweet, partly in an innocent, child-like way, but also in a more mature, romantic way too. She watched him as he dished out a little of each thing onto her plate.
She took a bite of her pizza. I can't believe he did all this for me.
"You know, I did this because I wanted to. I mean, I thought you would like it. I wanted you to like it."
She looked at him earnestly. "Gerard, I do. This is probably the most.....thoughtful thing that anyone has ever done for me...ever." She sighed as she popped a grape into her mouth. "I just can't believe--" She stopped talking, taking another bite of her pizza instead.
He finished her sentence. "That I'd do all this for you?"
She smiled dreamily. "Yeah."
"Well, I did."
"Yeah, you did." She returned his smile, finishing up her plate in silence. When he was done, he took both their dishes, putting everything back into the basket, making space for them to curl up next to the fire.
She gladly accepted his invitation to cuddle, and he sat with his arms around her, revelling in the warmth of the fire, and the wine that now flowed through his veins.
"Gerard?"
"Yes?"
"I--" She stopped, trying to say it in the perfect words. "I really....It's been such a good night.....I just really want......" She sighed frustratedly.
He stopped her attempts at forming a sentence by covering her lips with his own, tasting the sweetness of the wine and fruit in her mouth. She immediately granted his tongue entrance to her mouth, and found herself falling deeper and deeper into the feel of his lips on hers, their bodies pressed so intimately together....
She shifted her weight, pulling herself closer to him, their arms wrapping around each other needily, their tongues clashing more fiercely. She could feel his hands burning against her though her clothes, desperately wanted those hands to be on her eveywhere, touching everything. She didn't know why she felt so strongly towards him. She only knew she did. And she didn't want this night to end.
He let her have control of the situation, not wanting her to feel pressured into anything. She had every hand in this. He was only going as far as she wanted him to. And she already knew how far she wanted him.
She laid back slowly on the blanket, pulling him down with her. His hands made their hesitant journey up her thighs, always ready to stop, waiting for her to say that she couldn't go on anymore. She didn't protest, so they trailed accross her abdomen, unbuttoned her jacket, lead up to the already hardened peaks of her nipples. He circled first one, and then the other, marveling at how turned on she had become in such a short time. Not that he didn't feel the same way.
She twined her hands into his dark hair, pulling gently as he nibbled on her lower lip. He pulled away from her briefly.
"Versailles....the jacket...it's got to go..." He trailed off breathlessly, and she sat up, and complied without hesitation, her jacket landing somewhere near the window.
He pushed her back down to the floor, his hands working their way under her shirt, teasing the goosebumped skin underneath her bra. She pushed her hips up against his, moaning at the hardness she could feel through her pants. Her hands untwined themselves from his hair, and moved to his chest, past the waistband of his pants, and down.....
He groaned as she found him, attacking her lips again, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, a mock of the movements his lower body ached to duplicate. Her hands gently caressed him teasingly, knowing full well the torture she was inflicting upon him. She pulled him away from her lips, directing him to her neck, the soft flesh around her collarbone. She arched against his mouth, his hands. Even after the first unsuspected kiss he had bestowed upon her, she knew that she had wanted more from him. More than what was going on right now. She wanted him completely and fully, inside of her. And she knew that he wanted more from her.....
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