everywhere in the stars ( gerz )

15. Animal

Lindsey's POV:

Our duffle bags were in the backseat and Gerard was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other clutching my thigh.

"Which hotel did you pick, Gee?" I said whilst changing the Misfits CD in the stereo for Blink-182.

"It's a surprise . . ." He trailed off with a cheeky grin.

I sighed. "You really won't tell me?"

"Nope." He chuckled, whilst popping the 'p'.

I grabbed a cigarette from the glovebox and one of his lighters, Gerard watching the whole time. It was all oddly reminiscent of the night we met.

"Would you like one?" 

"Only if you light it for me." He teased, clearly remembering that night too.

"My sweetheart," I whispered, taking another cigarette from the hidden compartment and lighting it for him.

He took a swift drag and intertwined our hands. 

I was madly in love with him.

( AN: this one is for all you horny little bitches )

Gerard's POV:

When we finally made it to the hotel we both bolted for the separate bathrooms and showers. I had been performing all day and so had Lindsey before me. 

When I was finished I walked into the bedroom to towel-dry myself when I noticed Lindsey was still in the shower. This made sense, her hair was twice the length of mine.

Soon, Lindsey emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a fresh bath towel and squeezing her hair dry with a hand towel. She looked radiant, her cheeks and lips a rosy pink. However, this was not her usual blush, the one that flowed upward from her chest and neck, flooding her face when she was embarrassed. This was more specific, a luscious pink colour.

I was standing in the doorway gazing at my love when she glanced up and saw me watching her. She dropped her eyes and blushed.

When I held out my arms, she moved toward me and I folded them around her. She placed her cheek on my chest and I rubbed her back, and then bent forward to kiss the top of her head. 

I raised her chin with my index finger and looked into her eyes.

She was beautiful.

I moved my lips toward hers slowly as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Gently at first, then more ardently. She rose on her tiptoes and stretched up toward me, it was one thing to touch her and thrill to her response, but another to be carried away myself.

She must have recognised my sudden tension because she leaned back and looked into my face, her expression confused. "Gee?" She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. "I love you, Gerard Way." Lindsey murmured. 

I scooped her up with one arm behind her back and the other behind her knees, bridal style. Her thick towel came untucked and fell open. 

"My love," I marveled.

Lindsey kept her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as I lowered her onto the bed. She reached for my towel, yanking it away and tossing it to the floor. I felt her eyes on me as I lowered myself over her, our lips meeting.

I felt her tongue trace a line along my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly, her hands travelling down my back. My skin felt almost scorched by the heat of her palms. As they moved lower, our kiss became more passionate, my self-control losing ground. I quickly slipped on a condom.

Finally, she cupped her hands around my buttocks and pulled me fiercely to her. I let myself rub against her; my body knew what motion it craved. She was panting now. My eyes had closer and my mouth had gone slack as I was overcome by sensation.

I was stunned by the intense pleasure, I wondered idly if it was even possible to stop at this point.

"Lindsey," I managed to whisper.

"Please, Gee!" she gasped. "I want you inside me. Please . . ."

When she reached down and stroked me with her right hand, I groaned and clutched the bedding. She raised her knees, letting them drop outward as I settled into her silken nest of tender flash. I knew immediately when I was in the right place. 

With my left arm supporting my weight, I reached to lift Lindsey's buttocks so I could thrust into her more forcefully. She reacted by pulling me a little deeper into her. Her hips rose from the bed with mine. My lips found hers and we kissed open-mouthed, devouring each other. 

Her panting had risen to a new, higher tone. It started on the A above middle C and then slid up the scale in successive breaths. I watched and listened to the thrilling escalation of her excitement. Mine rising, too.

I realised that the last threads of my self-control were tearing away, the intensity of the feelings in my body were taking me beyond any threshold of restraint. In a quick motion, I rolled onto my side, holding Lindsey tightly to me. She began to groan with dismay until I rolled onto my back, still inside her.

Lindsey easily accepted the new position, laying her cheek on my chest, her hands gripping my shoulders. She was on her knees straddling me, I stroked her arms, her sides, her back, her hair, everything I could reach, as she experimentally lifted her hips slowly up, then slowly down.

My hips rose naturally to meet her on the down stroke. She gasped when the gap closed and I felt her internal muscles clench. The feeling took my breath away. She repeated the motion, finding it to her liking, then balanced on her elbows and leaned down to kiss me. I could tell she liked being in control.

It became difficult to kiss. One or the other of us would lose concentration to a more pressing touch and stop moving our lips. Soon we surrendered, letting our mouths be still together, each breathing the other's breath.