The Light behind your Eyes (My Chemical Romance)

Chapter 22 October

Frank was so paranoid that we were going to get caught, but to me it was thrilling. He couldn't have been that worried about it, though, because here he was on top of me, inside me. We stared at each other as he thrust in a steady, fluid motion. I wrapped my hands in his hair and tilted my head back. "I've needed you so much, for so long," I whispered.

"Me too October," He responded gruffly.

"I'm never going to let you go again."

"Looks like we'll be clinging to each other for dear life, then." He quickened his pace, and I pressed my knees into his sides and moaned softly. He knew exactly what I liked, and how I liked it. He hadn't forgotten a thing.

"Shh." He pressed his fingers to my lips. "No sounds, remember?"

"I know, but I can't help it..." I whispered. I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm already. "Oh...Fra..ank!" I spread his name out into two syllables, the last coming out high-pitched and rather loud.

"October!" He covered my mouth again with an alarmed look on his face. "You're on suicide watch, you know? Someone's going to come in at any second."

"I don't care, don't stop," I pleaded as I allowed myself to succumb to my body's reaction to his.

I bit down on his shirt to muffle myself mid-orgasm when he stopped suddenly. "Frank," I squealed. "Don't stop!"

"I thought I heard the door open." We both turned to the door, but there was no one there.

"Just keep going," I pleaded. He finally continued, and it wasn't long before we both lay there, panting and depleted. "Exactly what I needed," I told him as I stroked his hair while his head rested on my chest.

He looked up at me and rested his chin in his hands. "Can I ask you something without upsetting you?"

"Anything, Frank."

"I know I shouldn't bring anything up about this yet, but I'm going crazy with curiosity."

"So ask already."

"How did it feel...to..."

"Wonderful."

"No, not that." He rolled off me and sat up to pull his jeans back up. "I know that was awesome." He turned back to me with a grin.

"You smug little shit." I playfully hit him on the back.

The smile had gone from his face and he looked somber as he bent his head to button his jeans. "How did it feel to...kill them?"

"Oh. Well...I don't think I want to tell you that."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll put me in the psych ward."

"That good, huh?"

"Yeah," I nodded slowly. "Does that make me sound totally bat shit?"

"October, come on. You don't know how many times I fantasized about killing them, each time more creatively. When I heard you'd done it, I was a little disappointed.

"Why?"

"Jealousy, I think. I always envisioned myself coming after you and finding you somehow, rushing in on my white horse to rescue you. I'd slay the dragon, and we'd go off and live happily ever after."

I smiled at his little fairy tale. "I wish it could have happened like that."

"If I had just killed them the first time I got the chance..."

"Frank, I refuse to play that 'what if' game. Neither of us would be alive if you had, probably. If Mary would have gone down and discovered two dead bodies, she surely would have shot us then and there. So, don't do that. Just don't."