As soon as I walked in, the cool air reminded me that my dress was covered in alcohol. I guess Frank saw me shiver, because he gestured for me to follow him. He walked to his room, and I hovered in the doorway while he grabbed a t shirt and some sweatpants. He had a nice room. There were a few posters, and a large bed in the center with neat, black sheets.
Frank came back, handing me the clothes. "Here, you can put this on." He played with his lip ring. "I mean if you want to because you don't have to i just thought you'd want to get out-"
I smiled, holding up a hand to stop him. "I will. Thank you."
He smiled. "I'll, uh, make coffee while you change." I watched him walk down the hall before walking into the bathroom.
I walked in, and froze. After a deep breath, I recovered. Nothing happened here, Skylar. I quickly changed and walked out.
When I walked out, Frank was messing with the coffee machine. I smiled a bit at the sight. It was cute.
Tossing my dress over a chair, I walked into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter besides the coffee machine. Franks gaze flicked to me for a few moments before returning to the machine. As soon as he got it brewing, his attention was on me.
I tucked loose curl begins my ear, unable to hide the blush that appeared on my cheeks. I squirmed a bit under his gaze, prompting a smirk to grace his lips. For the briefest moment, my eyes flicked to his lips, and my blush darkened.
I bit my lip. "Thanks for the clothes.."
He studied me for a moment, eyes traveling up and down my body. "You're welcome. They look better on you anyway."
I fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of my shirt, before looking back up to him and tilting my head. "Did you just leave Gerard there by himself?"
He lightly laughed. "No, Ray and Mikey went on after I left. They're fine."
After a moment I pursed my lips, reaching out to brush a stand of hair out of his eyes. My hand lingered, and he started fiddling with his lip ring again. "Why did you change your hair?"
His answer was half hearted, he was slightly distracted. "I usually do something different for each album."
I let my hand fall down to mess with the collar of his shirt, and he somehow ended up directly in front of me. I simply said, "I like this shirt."
His eyes were dazed, and he just made a sound of agreement. At this point, I don't even think he was paying attention. A smirk played at my lips. My finger slowly traced down his torso, brushing over the buttons on his shirt. I stopped on the last button, my hands hovering dangerously close to the waistband of his slacks. He sucked in a sharp breath, his hands gripping the counter on either side of me. I leaned forward, murmuring, "I'd like it better if you weren't wearing it."
That seemed to have pushed him over the edge, because the next thing I know, his lips were locked with mine. But almost as soon as it started, it was cut short by the coffee machine beeping. He jumped away, face flushed and a little startled.
Frank sighed, running a hand through his hair and moving to pour the coffee. I didn't let him start. I hooked a finger in one of his belt hoops, pulled him back to me. His eyes widened as I wrapped my legs around him. I smirked as I ducked my head to plant a trail of kisses along his jaw.
My hands quickly worked, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off of him and onto the floor. My lips moved up to his, working softly. He traced my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before parting his lips, forcing mine open as well.
Where as his hands were on my thighs, holding me to him, mine were running over his toned stomach. He started to slide his hands up my shirt, and that's when I pulled away, yanking my hands back.
When he saw my expression, his face was quickly laced with worry. "Sky. Skylar, what's wrong?" I just covered my face with my hands, trying to hide the tears. He lightly grabbed my wrists. "Skylar, please talk to me.."
I couldn't keep it from him anymore. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck, tears flowing from my eyes. The words just came out. "I'm sorry I keep stopping it's not your fault he raped me and I keep remembering what happened and I just can't but i want to I'm so sorry-"
He pulled back, angrier than I had ever seen him. "He WHAT? Are you fucking kidding me? If I ever see that piece of SHIT I'm going to-" he stopped, his face shifting expressions. He pulled me close again, in a tight hug. "I don't care that you keep pulling away. It's not your fault. Don't think you have to leave your comfort zone for me."
We stayed like that for a long time, hugging in the kitchen. In that moment was when I realized I haven't cared about someone so much in a long time. I was falling for Frank Iero, and there was nothing I could do about it.
