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When You Go	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2385 -:- 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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so i thought i'd be extra nice and give y'all another chapter today! don't you feel special?! well, you should. and this is in NO WAY an attempt to bribe you into forgetting that i haven't updated can you stake my heart for a while.....no not at all....read and forget, my pretties.....read and forget everything.......hee hee hee!!!
Disclaimer: oh yeah. this didn't happen. honest. and i don't know mcr. *sob*
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She woke up to the growingly familiar feel of a warm body under hers, and the somewhat abnormal feel of waking up in a bedroom that was not her own. Amend that to a warm, naked body, and her boyfriend's bedroom, to be a little more precise.
This is starting to become a regular occurrence...
She opened her eyes to find Frank's eyes already open, and gazing lazing into hers. She smiled up at him, admiring the bed-head and contented look that he wore so well.
"Morning, babe," he said quietly, brushing the hair out of her eyes, letting his hand slowly caress her cheek. She leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his mouth, her hands coming up to run her fingers through his already unruly hair. "Mmmmm..."he responded as she pulled away from him gently. "That was nice..." He smiled at her, and kissed the tip of her nose. "How did you sleep?"
Like I have never slept before...
"Good," she said, "really good."
"So, you hungry?" She nodded enthusiastically, and he laughed, "Well alright then! Time for my personal specialty, PANCAKES!!!" She giggled as he hopped out of bed, grabbing a pair of boxers, and trying to put them on, only to fall over into his dresser. He smiled sheepishly and blew her a kiss as he left the room, rubbing his side, in pursuit of breakfast.
She got out of bed, grabbing one of Frank's t-shirts, and her panties, and quickly pulled them on, heading to the bathroom. And ran right smack into one Gerard Way.
"Oh, God, sorry!" he cried as she collided with the wall, falling onto the floor. "Are you okay?!" He leaned over and extended an arm to help her up, which she took graciously. Standing up, she was suddenly very aware of the state of her dress, and pulled Frank's shirt down in a somewhat futile effort to cover her modesty. Gerard unconciously glanced down at her skivies, a slow grin spreading accross his face.... Oh God, he's only wearing his boxers..... She looked down at her hand, realizing that moments ago she had just been touching his.
"Uh, yeah, I have to go.....bathroom...." she stammered, and quickly booted it down the hall, closing and locking the door, pressing herself up against it. Good Lord, girl, get ahold of yourself....it's just Gerard for God's sake...
She exited the bathroom, completely composed, and found Frank in the kitchen, clad in an apron, pouring batter into a pan.
"Just in time!" he smiled, handing her a plate of steaming hot pancakes.
"Yay!" she cheered, and sat down at the table, covering them in syrup, and digging in.
"Good?" he laughed as he watched her shovel them into her mouth.
"Mmhmm," she replied through a mouthful of pancakes and syrup.
"Well, I did make them with love!" She laughed, almost choking as she accidentally inhaled a piece of food. He laughed too, watching her eyes water as she struggled to get the foreign object out of her throat.
"Oh, I can definitely tell!" She smiled a big smile at him, and resumed eating.
Love.....
"I love you. More than anything. I don't ever want this feeling to go away....."
She replayed that night in her head more and more often of late, furious and frustrated with herself that she hadn't said those three little words back to him. She was angry with herself. She should have just been able to spit them out, but she couldn't. She couldn't make herself say it.
And the thought had occurred to her, on more than one occassion, that she shouldn't have to make herself say it at all.
What was wrong with her? Didn't she love him? They'd been together for a while now, and things were great. But she knew that it wasn't...... what? What wasn't it? What was she so afraid of? Did she think she was missing something? If so, that did she think she was missing? She was terrified that she knew the answer to that question.
And it started with a 'G'......
The thing was, it wouldn't have been so bad if Gerard had a girlfriend. Sure, he and Marina had dated, but they realized after a short time that they made much better friends, and it was just too awkward for them to be more than that. Once Gerard had ended things with Marina, Luca suddenly felt so on edge around him, like he was off-limits, like he was a poisonous snake-- so beautiful, but so deadly. She hated the way he looked at her, the way he smiled at her with that so damned charming half-smile he often used, the way his hair always fell in his cherubic face.....
STOP!!!!
What was wrong with her? She had a perfectly...perfect boyfriend standing right in front of her in his boxer shorts, making her a perfectly wonderful breakfast after their perfectly beautiful night together, like he always did.
Like he always would......
Luca knew, without him ever having to say it, that he could, and would spend the rest of his life with her. But it wouldn't ever be like she wanted it to be. What? Exciting? No, that wasn't it. The truth was, she didn't really know what she wanted, or expected, love to be like. Comfort? Maybe. She just knew that everytime Gerard looked at her in that way he did, it made her pulse race. Everytime his body came into accidental contact with hers her mind raced with the unspoken promises of fulfilling what they had begun that night so long ago.....
She was jolted from her thoughts when he entered the room, fully clothed, hair dripping from the shower.
"Morning, Gee," Frank said as he turned to see Gerard enter the room. "Morning, Frank, Luca," Gerard replied, including her in his greeting. She nodded, pretending she had a mouthfull of pancakes so she didn't have to talk to him. He sat down at the table accross from her, mug of coffee and newspaper in hand.
"Hey, Frank, did you see this? Our show's got an ad in the paper!"
Frank leaned over his shoulder to see a rather small ad in the corner of the page that read "Tonight only! New Jersey's own, My Chemical Romance...."
"Let's see." Luca held her hand out and took the paper when Gerard handed it accross the table. She scrunched her nose. "It's kind of small isn't it?"
Gerard and Frank both laughed. "Well, you get what you pay for, hun!" Frank said, walking over to her, and planting a kiss on her forhead.
"I'm going to have a shower...."he trailed off leaning over her, bending so his mouth was right against her ear. "Would you like to join me?" he whispered suggestively. Her eyes unconsciously flicked up to look at Gerard, who was seemingly interested in her answer as well.
She smiled up at him, "Well, I've gotta finish eating, and do the dishes here, and then I'll have a shower. You go ahead." He stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout, whimpering like a little puppy. "No way! That doesn't work on me Frank!" He finally gave up, kissing her quickly on the lips and headed towards the bathroom.
She busied herself with tidying up the table, thinking now that the shower had probably been a better idea than having to be in the kitchen alone with Gerard.
She put all the dishes in the sink, filling it with hot water, and began washing them. After a few minutes, Gerard came up beside her, putting his own dishes in the sink and grabbing a towel to start drying what she had washed.
"Oh, no, Gerard, you don't have to do that, I can take care of that."
"That's okay, I can help you, I don't mind!" He gave her a small smile and continued drying.
"No, really, that's nice of you, but I can do it." She moved to take the towel away from him, but slipped on a wet spot on the floor, and lost her balance. She reached out to brace herself, but found that she was falling right into Gerard. He caught her around her middle, steading her before she hit the ground. She was limp for a minute, very conscious of his arms around her waist as he righted her, his body pressed against hers. And then the fact that she was still in her panties and Frank's t-shirt, and because the way he had caught her, her shirt was twisted up around her middle, exposing the white cotton fabric of her underwear for full view.
Embarrassed, she pushed herself away from him, pulling her shirt down as far as it would go, her face heating. She didn't say another word about him drying the dishes, and the room was silent for a long moment.
"So, you and Frank....you guys had a good time last night." His voice rang in the empty room.
"Yeah, fine. We didn't really do anything spe--" She stopped mid-sentence, turning her head towards him. She saw the glimmer in his eye, the faint hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Suddenly she realized that it had not been a question.
"Uh...it's not....I....what....he...." she stammered, her face brightening at the thought of Gerard being able to hear what went on in Frank's bedroom, night after night. She gained mastery of her speech, turning on him. "What business do you have with what goes on in his room?! That's between me and Frank!"
"Well," he continued, completely unphased, as he moved closer and closer to her, "it is right next to my room....." he trailed off leaving it unsaid that he had heard them every time, that he had been listening for it every night, that it was equal parts torture and arousal for him to know that she was next door to him, fucking the brains out of his best friend. It wasn't fair....it should have been him she was fucking. It should have been his name she was screaming in ecstacy. But he'd been so stupid.....
"So, is he a good fuck?" His body was now mere inches away from hers. She could feel his heated breath on her face, smell the scent of his cologne. "Or do you ever pretend that he's......someone else?" he asked casually.
She stared at him, her face completely devoid of colour, her eyes wide and staring. She couldn't even form a coherent thought let alone a sentence.
Gerard leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. The wet dishrag she was holding slopped to the floor, and she stood there woodenly, unable to move, letting his tongue work its way into her mouth. His hands went around her waist, pulling her body into his, crushing her small form against him. She still didn't move. Her mind raced to catch up with the events that were unfolding, but she just couldn't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation. She felt like she was floating above herself, watching herself put her arms around Gerard's neck, pushing even tighter against him, moaning against his lips when she could feel the hardness of him pressed into her lower belly. She moved her hips, rubbing against the bulge in his pants, aching for his touch. She saw his hand go up her shirt, could feel the roughness of his palms rubbing against her nipples, pinching the sensitive skin there. He felt so good.....
So this is what it feels like to be a ghost......
She suddenly slammed back into awareness, her eyes opening wide at the realization of what she was doing. She pushed away from him as hard as she could, bolting off in the direction of Frank's bedroom to throw herself on the bed in a fit of tears. Frank could never know that. She swore to herself that as long as she lived she would never tell him what had just happened.
But that wasn't the only reason why she was crying.
She had fucking enjoyed it.
No, it would break Frank's heart, and she promised that she wouldn't do that to him. She couldn't. He was so good to her, he deserved that much. Even if it meant that she had to live the rest of her life in silent torment. Even if it meant that she had to stay away from Gerard at all costs. Even if it killed her.
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FUCK! Gerard thought as he raked a hand through his still wet hair, blowing out a breath of frustration. He ran his hand down the front of his pants, trying desperately to calm his aching hard-on.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Why couldn't he have just left her alone? She was Frank's. Period. He'd made his choice a long time ago, and he had to suffer the consequences like the idiot that he was. But he didn't know what had come over him.....she smelled so good.....and the way her shirt had twisted up, giving him ample viewing of the small triangle of fabric barely hiding her most intimate parts from his view.... He felt himself grow even harder at the thought of her small body crushed against his....He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone in his entire life. He had to get her to see that. He needed her.
And judging from the way she'd kissed him back, the way her body had arched around his, the way she'd whimpered against his lips, begging for more......she needed him just as much.
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oh man, what's going to happen now?! the anticipation must be agonizing! review if yous wants more, and i'll give it to you good! ;)
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