“Mmm, cigarettes,” Dom muttered as she opened the door to Bob’s house, tossing the keys on the kitchen counter. She shrugged off her sweater and stepped aside so Gerard could follow her in. He chuckled as he closed the door and pulled Dom to him, kissing her again.

“You taste like coffee.”

“I know,” she smiled, entwining her fingers with his and grinning.

Pulling him toward the stairs, Dom led him to her bedroom and kicked the door closed behind her. She watched as Gerard studied the mess of her room, the desk covered in papers and doodles, the trashcan beside it overflowing with discarded sketch paper. Plopping onto the edge of her bed she kicked off her shoes and removed her apron while Gerard shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the back of her desk chair. They stared at each other for a moment, their eyes locked as the silence stretched and then Gerard made the first move.

He crossed the room quickly, forcing Dom back into her pillows as his mouth crashed against hers. She gasped as he pulled her close, his hands slipping under her shirt as he kissed her. Gerard eased his hands up her back, pushing her shirt up. He smiled against her mouth at the feel of her smooth skin.

“You’re so warm,” he mumbled and she gasped again when he moved his kisses to her neck. Dom wriggled out of her shirt quick enough, her breaths desperate and uneven as Gerard went for her bra. She kept herself pressed close to him, a shiver of anticipation shooting up her spine at the brush of his fingers.

Gerard remained silent as he undressed her. He felt her shiver against him when he finally got her naked and grinned when she paused, realizing how very fully clothed he was. With a small groan she slid her hands under his shirt and pushed it up, her eyes dark with focus as his shirt and belt joined her clothes on the floor.

Once they were both free, Dom yanked her comforter over them and nuzzled her face in his neck. She could feel his ‘situation’ against her thigh and let her hands trail down his chest toward his hips. Gerard froze as her hands wandered and his breath hitched. A low groan escaped him when Dom’s hands settled on his waist and she pushed her this against him. Another low moan left him when she slid her hand around, squeezing his butt before she planted a hot kiss on his lips.

“What are you waiting for,” she whispered, her voice husky.

“No idea,” Gerard grumbled, pinning her to the mattress. He slid his leg between hers, parting them easily and they both moan loudly when their hips joined. Dom’s gasping breath filled the room as they moved together, her nails digging into Gerard’s shoulders and a satisfied smile remained on her face. Her long hair brushed against Gerard’s arms and through his fingers as he moved and her warmth soaked through his skin.

Her gasps turned into little moans and Gerard buried his head in her shoulder. Her smell enveloped him. That peachy smell of her shampoo mixed with her natural Dom smell. He pressed his lips to her skin and felt her body shudder. Her long moan of release only drove him forward and he quickened his pace.

“No, wait,” she breathed, pushing her hand up his back. She shifted her weight, rolling him onto his back and letting her hair drape over them as she repositioned herself. Her eyes closed and she rocked her hips, surprising him.

The blanket fell from Dom’s shoulders as she moved and their moans filled the quiet once again. Dom braced her hands on Gerard’s shoulders, her nails biting into the skin again. Gerard stared at her, his hands resting on her hips. He was mesmerized. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. From the little beads of sweat trailing between her breasts to the way her lips puckered when she moaned, it drove him insane. He pulled her down to him, kissing her again when the loud and very familiar noise of the front door opening made them both freeze.

“Holy shit,” Dom gasped as the sound of footsteps on the stairs made her heart rush.

“Don’t stop,” Gerard groaned and she slapped him gently.

“Hello?” Bob’s voice echoed and Dom cursed.

“Dom? You here? I saw your car out front…”

“Uh, shit!” she whispered only to blushed when the door opened and Bob froze, his eyes wide as Dom wrapped her arms around herself and Gerard lay beneath her with a crooked smile.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, you could have warned me!” he yelled, hiding his face in his hands.

“You didn’t give me much notice!” Dom replied, finding the lost covers and pulling them over her tightly.

“I’m out of here,” Bob turned quickly and closed the door, his footsteps fading much faster than before.

Dom let out a sigh, leaning forward to rest head on Gerard’s chest. He laughed, his hands moving gently up and down her sides. The movement gave her chill bumps and she lifted her head to look him in the eyes.

“I feel like a teenager,” she smiled. “Except Bob handled that much better than my Dad would have.”

“Yeah, although I think my mom would have just given me a condom and said ‘Carry on’.”

Shaking her head, Dom pressed her lips to his and shifted her hips making him groan. She did it again, his groan a little louder and she heard Bob curse from the first floor.

“You really want to torture the guy?” Gerard asked as she moved her hips again.

“What do you think,” she muttered with a slow breath.

She thrust her hips, making him grunt and he nodded, “As long as you keep doing that I’m in.”
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“That was scarring, Dom,” Bob muttered and she snorted, her cheeks bright red in embarrassment.

“How many times do I have to apologize?” she glanced over her shoulder at him. Bob shrugged and watched her turn back to the painting she was finishing. She had a splash of yellow on her cheek but he didn’t bother to let her know.

“You’ll have to keep apologizing until I can block out you and Gerard fucking in my guest room,” he grumbled. “Blegh.”

“It’s not like you’ve never had sex before, you prude,” Dom laughed.

“That’s different!”

“Oh my God, I’m dropping the subject,” she put her hands up over her ears and Bob shook his head.

“Fine, but just know when you leave I’m sterilizing the shit out of that room. Like, Hazmat sterilize.”

“Well I’m glad you brought that up because I have news,” Dom finally dropped her paints and turned to look at him with a huge grin.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I’m leaving.”

“What?”

She nodded and stood up to join him on the couch. “I’m going back to New York for a few weeks to get all my stuff together and then I’m moving to LA.”

“With Gerard?”

“Mhmm.”

“Wow. Nice, I guess.” Bob muttered, looking down at his hands. “Congratulations.”

“You look upset.”

He shook his head and stared at the TV for a minute. Dom frowned and nudged him. “Come on, you knew it was bound to happen sometime. I wasn’t going to stay here forever.”

“Yeah, I know. I guess I wasn’t expecting you to leave so soon though.”

“I’ll come back to visit, I promise.”

“Don’t feel obligated, Dom. I know you’ve got a lot going on.”

“Bob, you let me infest your house because I was too chicken shit to deal with all the bullshit in my life, I’m not obligated to come visit you. I want to because you’re a great friend who let me stay with you in my time of need. Don’t put yourself down.”

He laughed and nodded. “I’m not. I mean, I just don’t want shit to get weird now that you’re back with Gerard and shit. You know it’s kind of tense with us because of the whole band thing…”

“Oh, yeah, well I’m sure you guys can deal with it. You’re men, you handle shit differently,” she smiled. “And I don’t think anyone holds anything against you for wanting to leave. You said yourself you hated the spotlight and I know how you feel about the guys now. I don’t hold it against you and they shouldn’t either. So it’s done.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, the TV filling the quiet between them. Dom leaned her head on his shoulder and patted his knee. Bob sighed and draped his arm across her shoulders and they sat and watched Jeopardy until Dom yawned loudly and pulled away from him to stretch.

“I’m beat,” she sighed. “I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“Don’t forget to wash the shit outta those sheets tomorrow,” Bob called when she made it to the door her arms laden with her paint supplies.

“If my hands weren’t full I’d flip you off,” she shot and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I love you too!” he yelled as the door closed behind her and the water in the kitchen turned on.