The house felt strangely empty when we got back. I frowned and looked at Gee. "Dad and Mikey went to see Mom," he explained. "I think they're getting dinner for her later. She hates hospital food." I smiled, she'd told us on multiple occasions how sure she was that hospitals served cardboard. We went down to Gerard's room, although he preferred to call it 'our' room now, since I was still crashing in there. The Ways didn't have a spare room, and Gerard didn't mind sharing, so I never moved out of there. He sat down on his bed, and yanked on my hand until I was sat beside him. He surprised me by catching my mouth with his, kissing me with as much enthusiasm as he had on the street. He then surprised me further by pushing me back, until my head was against the pillow and he was laying over me. He didn't break the kiss at all throughout the movement. In fact, if anything he picked up the pace. He was fast and enthusiastic, so much so that I had to concentrate to keep up. He'd never kissed me like this before, and he was blowing my mind. It wasn't long before he moved down again, onto my neck. I moaned, loud. He laughed against my skin, his breath raising goosebumps. Under any other circumstance, I'd have been embarassed as hell, but I couldn't care right then. Not while he was doing that to me. I became suddenly aware of his hands, creeping from my face to slip down, over my neck and shoulders, skimming my chest and shooting bolts of electricity through me, before continuing down and sliding beneath my shirt. His warm, long fingers pressed against the bare skin of my stomach, making the blood swirl under my skin as I flushed. He traced imaginary shapes across my torso, his touch feath-light and caressing. Then he moved them to trace the lower edge of my bra, making me tremble again. I pulled his face up from my collarbone, locking our lips once more. He began to press harder with his fingertips, moving with more urgency now. I felt suddenly brave, and I slipped my hands up to practically rip away his shirt. This made him break our kiss and look me in the eye, smirking. "Eager?" His voice was husky and seductive, and I could only smile widely in response. He seemed to get the picture, and go back to passionately moving his lips with mine. We were pressed even closer now, and I became aware of a sudden hardness in his trousers. I bucked my hips upward in response, causing him to almost growl in pleasure. I giggled against his lips, and he bit down on my bottom lip and lifted himself to pull off my shirt, before settling back on top of me. We didn't go any further just yet, just kept on kissing. The feeling of his skin on mine was phenomenal. I'd always thought that I'd be self-conscious of my body the first time I got semi-naked with anyone - Gerard was my first - but I didn't, Gerard made me feel beautiful. His hand were still moving against my skin, and they stopped on my forearms. On my scars. I froze then, and he pulled back, holding my arms and sitting both of us up. For a moment I was afraid, was he rejecting me? The fears over my body returned in full force. But then he took my right arm, the one bearing most of my scars, and he lifted it to his lips, similar to when he'd kissed my arm the first time he'd seen my cuts. Only this time, his mouth remained on my skin for much longer, trailing up and down my forearm, wrist to elbow, touching every single ragged line along the way. When he finally pulled back, it was to kiss the tip of my nose and clasp my hands in his. "Krissy," he whispered. "I want you to promise me you will never do this to yourself again. Promise me." I gazed back at him. Did he have tears in his eyes? I swallowed. Go without cutting. Resist the temptation of my only release and comfort. Could I do it? As I looked into his eyes, I realized something. I realized that cutting wasn't my only comfort. I had another, one I could depend on to stand by me, one that would heal instead of harming me. I had my Gerard. "I swear," I whispered back. "I promise, Gerard, I won't ever cut again." Sincerity rang in every word, I pushed my heart into the oath. He smiled, an expression of pure joy that warmed me to my very soul. Then he lunged at me again, pushing me back onto his pillow and clambering on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he trailed his hands down to the edge of my jeans. He stopped there, almost hesitant, so I lifted my hips, making it clear what I wanted. He got the message, within seconds my jeans were on the floor, closely followed by his, and before I knew it our underwear was added to the pile. He pulled my body tightly against his, and he whispered "I love you," in my ear, in his soft velvety voice. I tightened my arms around him, and he whispered the same words again, before proving his love to me in the most physical way possible.

Notes

BAM. I'm not going any further, use your imaginations :) I told I was crap at writing this kinda stuff. But hey, I tried. That counts for something, right? But aaaaanyways, enjoy, I guess. The title for this chapter is from Don't Go by Bring Me The Horizon, it's a beautiful song. If you haven't heard it, you need to. No, seriously, go and listen to it. Right now. Paranoia Violence out xø