Emily, Come Home

Eight

 He refused to speak to me, and the only times I saw him was when he brought food or let me out to go to the bathroom. It had been three days. Three days of being locked up. Three days of sleeping by myself. Three days of feeling more alone than ever before.

In truth, it wasn't being locked up that upset me. What upset me was that things were finally going really well, and now, he wouldn't even look at me. It gave me a deep pain that I couldn't understand. Why was I feeling so depressed? Is this what heartache felt like? Did I actually love him?

There was a shuffling outside of the room. I got off the bed and walked over to the door. As I leaned against it, I tapped lightly, hoping to get his attention.

"Gee, talk to me," I pleaded. The shuffling stopped.

"I have nothing to say."

"Then, just listen to me please." I took a deep breath. "I did tell him. I did lie to you. I just wanted to go home, and I didn't know if you were ever going to let me." He didn't respond.

"But, that was before," I continued. "I was scared that you were going to get worse again. It just seemed too good to be true. How could I have willingly fallen in love with my captor?"

"I didn't mean to kidnap you," he mumbled through the door.

"Yes, I know that. I know that if I had been willing to hear you out, we wouldn't be here right now. Honestly, if I would have just given you a chance, I would have seen that you aren't the man I fell in love with. You are better."

The lock clicked, and as I backed away from the door, it opened slowly. He stared at me warily as if he tried to determine whether or not I was telling the truth.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying... I think I'm in love with you," I admitted nervously. His expression shifted slightly, softer than before.

"You love me?" His voice wavered.

"I do. These past few days have given me time to think. You being mad at me made me lonelier than I have ever been. You may not have taken the best route, but the destination is still the same. You wanted me to love you, and I do, Gerard. More now than I ever have before."

"Do you really mean that?" He asked as he searched my eyes for a hint of deception. I nodded, and he moved towards me, pulling my hands into his own. "Em, I never wanted it to be like this. I never meant to take you against your will, but I'm honestly kind of glad that I did."

"Me too," I agreed as I closed the distance between us. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. I felt the familiar flutter in my stomach as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, and I could feel him smile against my lips. All too soon, he pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against mine.

"I never stopped loving you, you know. All those years were spent trying to become someone better, in hopes that I could finally be good enough for you," he admitted softly.

"You were sick, Gee. Even though you may have had problems, you were always good enough."

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After dinner, we curled up on the couch and watched a couple of movies. As I adjusted my position to lay my head in his lap, his hand travelled down towards my waist. Though he rested it on my hip, part of me wanted it to go lower. As the movie played, the feeling of lust grew stronger.

How long has it been since I've been with anyone? At least a couple of years. Had he been with anyone else? Do they allow that in hospitals? Had he wanted to?

When the movie ended, he turned the TV off and stood up.

"You ready for bed?" He asked as he extended his hand to help me up.

"Yeah... Will you sleep with me again?" His eyes widened. "I've just missed laying next to you."

"Sure," he smiled as he led me towards the bedroom. We changed into our night clothes before he turned out the light. We carefully made our way to the bed and moved into our usual sleeping position. As we lay there, the sexual frustration returned.

"Gee?"

"Yeah, Em?"

"Do you think..."

"What?" I fidgeted with the blanket.

"Well, it's been a really long time since... Well, since we've been together..."

"I'm not sure what- Oh! Oh..." He started chuckling to himself. "I guess it has been a while."

"Like, a long time..." He rolled over and looked at me, and I saw the smirk on his lips.

"So, what are you asking?" He ran his hand across my stomach gently.

"I don't know..." His fingers brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver up my spine.

"Oh really?" He teased as he leaned forward and kissed my neck. His breath was hot against my skin. "Are you sure you don't know?" His lips moved down my neck to my collar bone, and as he nipped gently, a moan escaped.

"N-no..." He grabbed the hem of my tank and pulled it over my head. His hands moved slowly down my chest to the band of my shorts. He gently shimmied them down my legs before tossing them to the floor. His hand moved between my legs.

"So, you don't know what you want?" I could hear the amusement in his voice. As he began to rub gently, I felt my heart rate pick up.

"Y-y-you," I stuttered. He pressed his hips against me, and the stiffness between his legs let me know that he was just as excited as I was. "Please..."

"Please what?" I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me. A smirk appeared on his lips. "That's what I thought."