"Fridays are my favourites." I sighed, leaning on Gerard's desk. He chuckled and kissed me as he moved around to the front of the desk, sorting papers out.
"That's because you know you're gonna get me later." He smirked.
"Maybe." I smiled, leaning back a bit. He groaned.
"Baby, you're messing up all my work."
"Sorry." I chuckled. He pulled me down for another kiss.
"You should be. You know the class is gonna walk in like, five minutes, right?" he laughed.
"Yeah, so?" I said, reaching for my coffee cup and taking a long sip, closing my eyes as the warmth ran through me. Gerard made grabby hands at the cup, and I pulled it out of his reach.
"Nuh-uh, baby. You already had yours." I said, eyeing the Starbucks cups in the garbage. He'd already had two, and the bastard was still reaching for mine.
"But Frankie, it's not even 9am yet. I deserve it for being alive." He grumbled, reaching for my cup again. I pulled it away, dancing back from him.
"No." I said, a grin on my face. He raised an eyebrow and ran towards me, his hand reaching for my cup.
"You can't have it!" I cried, pulling it close to my chest and hunching over it protectively.
"Yes I can!" he argued, leaping onto me.
The thing you have to realize about having Gerard Way on top of you is that, if it's during sex or cuddling, it's awesome. If the fucker just randomly jumps on your back, however, you will fall onto the floor, he will land on you, and you will spill your coffee literally everywhere.
"Shit, sorry!" he giggled, rising to his feet. I groaned and pulled my coffee-covered hoodie away from me.
"Gerard!" I groaned, accepting the hand he offered. He pulled me into a soft kiss.
"Sorry, baby. I'll buy you another one." He said. I shrugged.
"I don't want another one." I pouted, turning away from him to hide my smile. He circled his arms around my waist and kissed me on the neck.
"Aw, baby, don't be mad."
"I'm soaking wet!" I cried. He licked a stripe up my neck and I whimpered.
"You taste good." He giggled. I turned around in his arms, raising my eyebrows.
"Do I not normally?" I asked with a smirk. He kissed me and shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess so." He chuckled. I took a step back and pulled my hoodie off. He raised his eyebrows suggestively and I laughed.
"No, idiot, I'm wet, remember?" I said. He bit his lip and laughed.
"Yeah. Want help?" he asked, gesturing to the hoodie that was desperately clinging to my arms. I groaned and nodded, and he laughed, clearly amused.
"I'm glad you find this so funny." I snapped. He just laughed in response and helped pull the wet garment off of my arms. He pulled it up, and my shirt got caught with it.
"Gee!" I squealed, and he laughed.
Of course, it was while I was pressed against the desk with Gerard Way fumbling to put my shirt back on that someone decided to walk in.
The good news? It was Chris.
The bad news? It was Chris. He groaned and covered his eyes.
"Guys! At least lock the door!" he cried. Gerard helped pull my shirt back down, and I scurried to my seat, blushing.
