Die, My Darling ♡ Frerard

PART TWO: LUST

Francine took her newly lit cigarette and sucked the smoke into her lungs. Her lips were ruby red and plump around the white of the thin stick, gloved fingers clasped around it. Her lashes casted dark shadows over her cheeks like the feathers of a raven draping across her smooth skin, a soft dusting of rouge coloring them a subtle shade of pink. Drawing the cigarette away from between her lips, her eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy and she tipped her head back, exhaling in a smoky stream. Gerard's eyes dragged down to her neck and he noticed how oddly protruded her Adam's apple was. He never saw it appearing so obvious in a woman and a spark of confusion tickled the back of his mind as he also noticed her shoulders were quite broad. Not as much as his own, but more than the softer curves of a woman. She was still beautiful, no curious shape of her body could deny her that.

"Are you gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna join me?" Francine asked in slight amusement.

Gerard's attention snapped back to her face, the smile tugging at her mouth. There was lipstick ringing around her cigarette and smoke hovering around her before it dissipated slowly.

"You're nice to look at." Gerard's lips curled up more on one corner than the other.

"I know." Francine rubbed her hand over her knee before standing up gracefully. She swung her hips side to side as she brushed past him, her hand stroking along his arm until she moved away far enough for it to slide away. He could smell her perfume lingering on his jacket.

He turned and spotted her observing a painting hanging on the wall, one hand on her hip and the other in the air close to her face with a smoking cigarette between her fingers.

"Haven't been in a sketchy motel room for a while." Francine commented. "I must be disgusting for missing the feeling of it."

Gerard stepped slowly closer, keeping himself behind her. "You shouldn't be going into motel rooms with just anyone, sweetheart."

Francine moved her head to the side to show she was listening with interest. "Oh?"

Gerard started closing the gap between them. Once he was close enough to keep a sliver of empty air between them, he lifted his hand and tugged gently at her string of pearls spilling down her back, causing her to tense.

"Mhm." he hummed.

"Why's that?" Francine's breath caught as Gerard let go of her pearls and went to toy with the zipper of her dress. His fingers brushed against warm and soft flesh, he longed to scatter bruises along the flawless canvas and sink his teeth into it.

"You don't know what kind of monsters could be looking for a sweet little bunny like you." Gerard dragged his tongue over his lips, his voice deep and dark enough to make Francine's fingers tighten around her cigarette.

"I may be sweet, but I'm no little bunny, baby." Francine shook her head. "I'm not afraid of no one."

"Mmm." Gerard took the final step forward so he was pressed against Francine's back. Light enough not to jostle her, but close enough to make her suck in a quick breath. "You sure about that?"

"Is this your way of telling me I should be blowing this joint with my tail between my legs? Or that I should be scared of you?" Francine breathed out a laugh that trembled as Gerard stroked his hand across her shoulder, his nose drawing a line over the curve between her neck and her shoulder. She smelled like smoke, perfume, and soap.

"Attagirl," he purred, the word rolling off of his tongue. "I won't hurt you, sugar lips. Don't sweat it." Lies.

"Then why should I be afraid?" Francine dropped her cigarette to the ground and slowly crushed it with her heel, exhaling shakily as Gerard laid his hands on her hips and gave a gentle squeeze.