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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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sorry it's been a few days since i updated....university's a bitch, and i just broke my foot the day after my birthday which sucks severe ass. but at least i got to see the used on my birthday, that was pretty cool.....anyways thanks for all the great reviews, i'll try and update as soon as i can, so keep them coming!
XOXO nadine :)
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Her hands fumbled with his belt buckle, gratefully unclasping it and tearing down the zipper of his pants to free him from their cumbersome weight. He lifted his legs and she pulled his pants down, their bodies still fused together, his mouth attatched to hers once again, and she threw the pants across the room. They landed with a soft thud beside the bed.
Oh, the bed....
He could feel it. That growing urgency, coming from somewhere deep and unknown inside him, just begging to be released, sated. And there she was, so willing, so perfect, so warm and soft, and kissing him....and her hands....
He scooped her up easily, unable to take the thought of one more second of this on the floor when there was a perfectly delicious bed sitting unused. Getting the hint, she wrapped her legs around his boxer-clad hips, and slipped her hands around his neck, sliding both hands into his hair and grasping firmly. She crushed herself against him, making sure that every inch of her was directly connected to him so she could feel him between her legs. She slid up and down his body slowly, the desire in the pit of her stomach growing, making her feel dizzy and sick and crazy at the same time. She just wanted him to throw her on the bed and have his way with her. She'd never before felt the frenzied passion that was coursing through her veins as she did now. She's always been reserved, emotional, tender, when it came to sex. Gentle loving, stroking, cuddling. But in this house, with this man between her legs, she wanted none of that"making love" shit, didn't want to be caressed and handled like a delicate flower. She wanted to be taken hard and fast.

She wanted to be fucked.
So, Gerard, just fuck me already!
Did she know what she was doing to him?
I can't believe I'm letting him do this to me...he must think I'm a total sleaze...but I can't stop myself...
He hadn't had anyone in so long. He ached with every fiber of his being to feel her writhing beneath him, to be inside her, to taste her, to make her scream his name at the moment of fulfillment. He stopped when his shins hit against the mattress, and he plopped her down on the bed, not roughly, but not exactly gently either. She reached up for him with needy arms, like a toddler begging for a parent's embrace, and he complied, his skin feeling even more bare at the loss of contact with hers. He ravished her face with kisses, pushing up her shirt over her head with one hand, and moving his kisses down her now bare chest, circling first one, then the other nipple with teasing kisses and little nips. She moaned at his hands, spreading her legs as far apart as she could make them go, and pulled him closer to her, one hand grasping at his behind to pull him against her, the other between his legs and their bodies. Her hand gripped at him, stroking up and down gently as she tried to urge him towards finishing his agonizing play.

His eyes rolled closed and he groaned deep in his throat, his head sinking down into the hollow between her neck and shoulders. With one hand, he reached down between them, ripping her panties off in one smooth motion. She didn't even remember taking off her pants.

He tasted the soft, smooth skin of her clavicle, his tongue lapping up the moisture that had gathered there. He pushed one hand into her tangled auburn hair, gripping a fistfull of it tightly, and grasped onto her hip with the other.
"Are you sure about this, Versailles?" He growled hoarsely into her throat, the vibrations from his mouth against her flesh making her even more turned on, if that were even possible at that point.
"Yes..." was her breathless response. "Gerard, please..."
"Please what?"
Oh god, no. Don't tease me. Don't fucking tease me, just fucking FUCK ME!
"Oh, God, Gerard, I need you now...please, just...I need you inside me NOW!"
And suddenly he was thrusting in and out of her in a hurried pace, panting, moaning, growling roughly with every hard thud of the headboard against the wall. He looked down at her, her eyes glazed with desire, her cheeks fully flushed with sex, and her mouth slack and gaping, panting with every heavy breath. He thrust harder, his nails digging into her hip, hers scratching at his back, harder and harder. He rested his head against her throat, taking in the familiar scent, feeling the frenzied beat of her heart...
...picturing the absolute debauchery of her blood covering his hands and chin, bright, slick crimson against pale, cool flesh...
No... He thrust in and out of her, her hips bucking against his.
...the taste of the warm, sticky substance running down his throat, past his lips, slaking the overwhelming lust that he had harboured for so long...
No.....not...I don't want this........He clenched his teeth as tightly as he could, and felt warm blood flood his mouth, increasing his hunger.
...seeing the recognition form in her eyes as she finally saw that this was no sexual trick or fetish, but that he was actually sucking the very life from her...watching her limbs and mouth go slack, eyes roll back in sockets, her skin pale and clammy, as death consumed her body after he was finished with her...
NO!
"NO!" He pushed himself violently away from her, just as she was about to come, the force sending him flying off the bed, and her crashing over the other side. He stumbled to his feet, dizzied by the fall and the thoughts that threatened to consume him.
Just one taste...
"No!" he screamed again, flailing himself against the wall, beating his head with his fists. By now, Versailles had regained her bearings from the fall and was staring blankly in confusion at his shaking form. He pulled himself into a ball, curling his legs up under him, and pressing his hands tightly against his head, muttering softly to himself.
She stepped closer to him. "Gerard?" she whispered softly after his mumbling had quieted. She was scared out of her mind.
"Gerard?" she asked again, a little louder, moving forward again.
"Don't come any closer." was his muffled reply from between his knees.
"But Gerard, I don't...." she reached her hand out to touch his shoulder, but before she made contact he flew up, knocking her back to the floor. He backed into the corner.
"Versailles! I told you to stay away!" he yelled, and she flinched, scooting across the floor to get back to the cover of the bed.
"Gerard, I don't understand what's wrong..." He could see the pain and the confusion in her eyes. He ached to pull her into his arms...and sink his teeth into her moist flesh...
He shook his head violently, and she could see his chest heaving even from accross the room.
"It's just.....I can't....you have to stay away from me right now...." He took a few steps towards the bed.
"But why?" She kept her eyes locked on him, unsure of what to do, unsure of what he was going to do.
"I'm not...I'm sort of....well.....I'm sick...you have to get out of here..." He moved into the light of the fireplace and she could see a sickly pallor to his skin, a sheen of sweat that she didn't think had been caused by their previous activities. His eyes seemed darker than usual, but in the dim light, she couldn't really tell.
"But if you're sick, I should help you--" She reached out a hand and moved to stand up.
"NO! You can't come over here.....you can't touch me.....I don't want to.......infect you too.....I don't want to make you sick....."
"Gerard, don't you think it's a little late for that?"
He grinned a little, but it was quickly replaced by the anguished look he'd had on his face since he freaked out.
"Versailles, take the keys, and get out of here. Go home before...something bad happens."
She just sat on the bed unsure of what she should do. He was really scaring her. She didn't think he was sick. He'd seemed fine earlier...maybe she should--
"Don't argue just GO!" he bellowed, and she quickly scooped up her clothes off the floor, grabbed the keys out of his pants pocket, and bolted down the stairs and out the door, pulling her clothes on as she ran.
She fumbled with the car lock, beating her fist in frustration against the door. Finally, she got it open, and collapsed in the front seat, catching her breath. As soon as her breathing slowed down, the events that had just transpired became clear to her. She felt tears flood her eyes, and course down her cheeks, sniffling and wiping her nose on the back of her sleeve.
What just happened?
She didn't know what she should think, or why she still wished that she could go back in there and try to convince him to let her stay. He had just pulled a MAJOR psychotic episode on her, screamed at her to leave, barely giving her an explanation, and for some stupid reason, she wanted to go back into that house, and ask him to put his arms around her and tell her that everything was fine.

But something told her that it would be the worst mistake of her life.
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