Valentine's Frerard

Chapter 7

"Huh?" Gerard mushed his nose upwards.

"I l-like you, Gerard," I stuttered and blinked and Gerard loosened. I ran a hand through my black hair. His hazel eyes gazed into my green ones and I got it.

"Frank.. I don't know if I should-"

"I love you." I was telling the truth. He made me feel nervous and calm at the same time. I sweat more and breathed faster with him around. All I wanted was to have him. I wanted Gerard; I loved Gerard. He had a smirk of bewilderment on his face. Then he stood up. 1, 2, 3, 4 steps in front of me. 1 blink. 2 seconds to bend down. And he was kissing me. Numbers became a part of the taste of Gerard and I could feel him all over me with just him feathering his lips with mine.

"Let's go," and we left, setting a fifty dollar bill on the table.

He walked me home, with my head fuzzy and his hand keeping mine warm. "Frank," he said breathlessly.

"Yes."

"Were you...? Did you mean it?" He kept walking so fast, dragging me along. I wanted him to calm down. Just sit.

"Of course." I smiled, but he still walked faster, breathing restlessly. "Gerard? Gee, you should slow up, what's up?"

"I can't- I can't go slow-" he stopped talking and shook his head. I took my hands and held his wrist, stopping him. "Frank," he whined, not turning around, "we need to go,"

"Not until you tell me what's up."

"Nothing is up what are you-"

"Shut up, and tell me what your problem is."

He looked me in the eyes and held my face, getting closer and touching his lips to mine. "I want to take you home. We're so far but... I want to take you home with me."

"Oh." I still didn't understand. I trailed behind him, only because he had a vice grip on my hand.

And we were home. He drug me inside slammed the door, taking off his coat and slinging it somewhere. The lights weren't even on and he shoved me up against the wall.

"What are you playing at?" I grinned at him, trying to shimmy off my coat as well.

"That's an easy answer," he licked his lips," you." Gerard kissed my lips and I felt weak in my knees. His arms were around my waist and mine hung at my sides, my coat clinging to my fingers. "What do you want to do?"

I wanted to say you, but no that's cheesy, Frank. "Um, well, I could be down for some cuddling?" I responded, his eyes still deeply set on mine. His eyes lit up and he kissed my cheek.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled and took off my coat for me. "I'll go change. Be right back."

I sunk to the floor. Holy smokes he takes my breath away.