Imagines

Dance With Me (Frerard)

Song: Don't Shy From the Light - Neulore

Frank

I stare at my steering wheel, stressed out to the point to where I'm just letting everything falling apart around me, I can't find it in myself to care anymore. I've been a complete dick to everybody, I wouldn't be surprised if I lost my job by the end of this week. And God, Gerard. I'm probably losing him too.

I bury my face in my hands and try to rub the exhaustion from my features.

"What have I done?" I yell, but my voice coming out muffled. I lift my head up out of my hands and get out of the car, grabbing the roses on my way out. Time to repair my relationship with Gerard.

I unlock the front door, coming to a dark house but still call out Gerard's name just to be sure he didn't come home from work early. No answer, good.

I hurry to the kitchen and start preparing Gerard's favorite, spaghetti. While the noodles are boiling and the sauce is cooking, I dig out a bunch of candles and place them around the dinning table. Taking two roses from the bouquet of flowers, I start taking the petals of and make a path from the front door to the table. I grab a clear glass vase from under the kitchen sink, fill it up with water and put the ten remaining roses in the vase, and check on the noodles and sauce while I'm in there.

I sat the vase in the center of the table, in between two white candlesticks, then quickly place out the plates, napkins, and silverware. I go back to kitchen get two wine glasses, a bottle of nonalcoholic wine. I get out bread sticks and make a garlic sauce to go on the sticks, then brush the sauce on the stick, and pop them in the oven.

I fish a noodle out of the boiling pot and throw it at the wall, seeing that it sticks and the noodles are ready to be drained of water, I turn their burner off, and do just that.

Then, I taste the sauce to see if its ready, finding that it is, I move the skillet off the burner, and turn it off. I move quickly to get noodles on plates and sauce on top of the noodles, then check on the bread. Finding the sticks golden, I take the bread out and let them cool, while placing the wine and wine glasses on the dinning table.

I run upstairs, knowing I'm coming short on time, and grab the iHome station and my iPod. I hurry back down and quickly plug everything in, setting the iPod to Lord Huron's, "The Night We Met," remote in my pocket, ready for when Gerard gets here.

I got to the kitchen, put the bread sticks in a small basket with a cloth napkin covering the wicker. Place it on the dinning table opposite side of the wine bottle, and start lighting all of the candles. After I light the last candle I turn off all the lights in the house, the candlelight leaving a soft glow, and take my place behind my seat, putting the lighter in my pocket, and replacing it with the remote, my thumb above the play button, waiting.

I close my eyes and let a breath of nerves out, this felt like a first date. The worry that they still liked you, you wouldn't fuck everything up, hoping you wouldn't be met with that horrible awkward silence.

I then heard the jiggling of keys at the front door and my thumb was pressing play without a second thought. I heard a gasp and the clatter of his book bag falling to the floor along with his keys. His soft foot steps came down the hallway, coming towards me. The first thing I saw was his bright red hair, than his beautiful smile.

"Happy birthday, babe." I say, smiling, and walking towards him.

"Its- its so beautiful." He says in awe, looking around at the scenery, the candlelight twinkling in his hazel eyes. Once I reach him, I take his hands in mine, bringing his full attention to me. "Thank you, honey." He says softly, then he's wrapping his arms around my neck, and kissing me.

I break the kiss, "Let's eat, darling." He smiles and nods.

I lead him to his seat, pour each of us a glass of wine, and sit down in my seat. He extends his hand out on the table, wanting to hold hands, I slip mine in his, and his smile gets even bigger, if that's even possible.

We ate in a comfortable silence, Gerard happier than ever. Then Neulore's "Don't Shy From the Light," came on the iPod.

Gerard laid his fork down and got up, coming closer to me. "Dance with me." I lay my fork down and get up, following him to a small empty space. He lays he's free palm on my waist, clarifying that he was leading. I place my hand on his shoulder, looking up in his eyes as he leads us around the small space, along with the beat of the song.

I lean my head in the crock of his neck as his softly sings along to the song. I soak in his beautiful voice, mesmerize the vibrations his chest makes as he sings, because I don't want this to end, and I want to remember this. Without even realizing it, Gerard's hand that was on my hip was now tilting my head up to his. His lips connected with mine without warning and he's pushing me into the nearest wall. His hands were roaming my body and I let them.

Everything felt like fire. My skin, his touch. Everything. The wall was the only cool thing. His hands got to my ass, and he lifted me up, I wrapped me legs around his waist, and his lips moved down to my neck.

He then ripped my shirt off, sending buttons flying everywhere. His kisses moved down to my hope tattoo. He then ripped me away from the wall, hurried over to the dinning table, and knocked everything off of it, everything falling and shattering to the floor, but neither of us cared. I glaced at the candlesticks, making sure they went out in their fall, but my attention was quickly stolen by Gerard yanking my pants off.

"Gerard," I breathe, his head snaps up, lust and love in his eyes. "Happy birthday." I say yet again, he chuckles, and climbs on tops of me.

"Thank you, honey."

The rest of the night we spent having endless sex, sharing multiple 'I love you's,' until we passed out in each others arms to music playing softly in the background.

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So I'm going to be opening this book for request to exercise my writing, I can't grantee that it's going to be done asap though, I'm very picky about my writing. Also I prefer not to do smut, but I'll do it (??) Idk yet...

- Sara