Get Up While You Can
Chapter One
“Get off me,” her voice was low in the darkness but her tone told him she was annoyed. Her elbow landed hard against his ribs and he grunted from the force. Her body was stiff against his, her muscles tense as she tried to wiggle free of him. He kept his arms locked around her.
“Let me go,” she hissed again, this time her breath hot on his face. Her nails dug into his arms but he didn’t budge, enjoying the friction as she wriggled against him. Her hair flitted across his face the silky tresses leaving his cheeks tingling. The grin never left his face.
Her hands wrapped around his trying to pry them apart but he put more pressure on them, keeping his fingers locked around her small waist. The curve of her butt pressed into the front of his jeans. His body instantly responded. Everything hardened as her warm body rubbed against him again. Shifting his hips to create more room in his jeans, he let out a low groan when her hand squeezed his forearm.
“Gerard, let me out,” she stopped moving, her body going limp. He squeezed his arms tighter around her and nuzzled his face in her neck. He loved the sweet smell that always scented her skin. She smelled so relaxing. He took a long breath in, his lips grazing the curve of her neck. She shivered.
“Don’t start,” she mumbled and shifted in his arms, her shoulder pressing into his collarbone. “Please, let me up. I have to go before the guys get up. You know that.”
“No,” he unlatched his hands, sliding his right over her flat stomach, his fingers grazing over the strip of exposed skin between the hem of her t-shirt and the waist of her pajama pants. He wanted to slide his fingers beneath the fabric, feel her warmth skin to skin but he knew she wouldn’t allow it. Not while she was trying to get away.
“Don’t do this, Gee,” she pressed her hand against his shoulder, pushing him away from her. He let his body sag back into his mound of pillows and she leaned over him, her long hair a black curtain between them. Her thigh slid between his legs, pushing against him. She eased her hips against his and hovered her face just above him.
He relished in the closeness of their bodies. She was so warm. He wanted to wrap himself around her just to keep that heat with him. Her breath fluttered across the tip of his nose. Her lips slowly descended, pressing against his for a split second and then she was gone. The curtain of his bunk fluttered from her movement and the cold rushed in raising goose bumps on his bare arms. Cursing, Gerard rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. He hated this shit. He hated that he had to hide his relationship from the guys. He hated that she ran off every morning before the sun rose. He hated secrets. Flipping open his cell phone he checked the time. 4:35 am.
“Fuck,” he grumbled and rolled onto his stomach, bunching his pillow to prop his chin on. Tossing his cell phone he grabbed his iPod and pushed the ear buds into his ears the screen lighting up when his thumb brushed over the click wheel. The paused song on the screen made him smile. It was her favorite. Hitting play he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to relax his muscles.
“Dear God, the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I’m not around, when I’m much to far away,” the voice of M. Shadows filled Gerard’s ears. He didn’t know why she was so obsessed with the song but he had to admit, he rather enjoyed it.
Lowering his forehead into the pillow he took a few slow breaths and slowly drifted into a state of relaxation. He could smell the apple scent of her hair mixed with the sweet smell of her skin on the pillow cover. A smile drifted across his face. Now all he needed, all he wanted, was her warmth.
“Let me go,” she hissed again, this time her breath hot on his face. Her nails dug into his arms but he didn’t budge, enjoying the friction as she wriggled against him. Her hair flitted across his face the silky tresses leaving his cheeks tingling. The grin never left his face.
Her hands wrapped around his trying to pry them apart but he put more pressure on them, keeping his fingers locked around her small waist. The curve of her butt pressed into the front of his jeans. His body instantly responded. Everything hardened as her warm body rubbed against him again. Shifting his hips to create more room in his jeans, he let out a low groan when her hand squeezed his forearm.
“Gerard, let me out,” she stopped moving, her body going limp. He squeezed his arms tighter around her and nuzzled his face in her neck. He loved the sweet smell that always scented her skin. She smelled so relaxing. He took a long breath in, his lips grazing the curve of her neck. She shivered.
“Don’t start,” she mumbled and shifted in his arms, her shoulder pressing into his collarbone. “Please, let me up. I have to go before the guys get up. You know that.”
“No,” he unlatched his hands, sliding his right over her flat stomach, his fingers grazing over the strip of exposed skin between the hem of her t-shirt and the waist of her pajama pants. He wanted to slide his fingers beneath the fabric, feel her warmth skin to skin but he knew she wouldn’t allow it. Not while she was trying to get away.
“Don’t do this, Gee,” she pressed her hand against his shoulder, pushing him away from her. He let his body sag back into his mound of pillows and she leaned over him, her long hair a black curtain between them. Her thigh slid between his legs, pushing against him. She eased her hips against his and hovered her face just above him.
He relished in the closeness of their bodies. She was so warm. He wanted to wrap himself around her just to keep that heat with him. Her breath fluttered across the tip of his nose. Her lips slowly descended, pressing against his for a split second and then she was gone. The curtain of his bunk fluttered from her movement and the cold rushed in raising goose bumps on his bare arms. Cursing, Gerard rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. He hated this shit. He hated that he had to hide his relationship from the guys. He hated that she ran off every morning before the sun rose. He hated secrets. Flipping open his cell phone he checked the time. 4:35 am.
“Fuck,” he grumbled and rolled onto his stomach, bunching his pillow to prop his chin on. Tossing his cell phone he grabbed his iPod and pushed the ear buds into his ears the screen lighting up when his thumb brushed over the click wheel. The paused song on the screen made him smile. It was her favorite. Hitting play he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to relax his muscles.
“Dear God, the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I’m not around, when I’m much to far away,” the voice of M. Shadows filled Gerard’s ears. He didn’t know why she was so obsessed with the song but he had to admit, he rather enjoyed it.
Lowering his forehead into the pillow he took a few slow breaths and slowly drifted into a state of relaxation. He could smell the apple scent of her hair mixed with the sweet smell of her skin on the pillow cover. A smile drifted across his face. Now all he needed, all he wanted, was her warmth.
3/26/13