Well, shit.

I quickly ran inside to make sure dad isn't home.
I found a note on the fridge, after work he's going over to a friends place for their weekly poker night. I remembered him telling me that all the guys without wives end up crashing there every week because they drink a LOT when they play poker.
Sweet!
I ran up to my room and quickly found what I wanted, then changed into it.
A black leather miniskirt, black fishnets with suspenders with a garter belt, a red fishnet longsleeve top with a black corset over it, knee high black platform boots and i touched up my makeup, adding some black lipstick and big spikes going down from under my eyes.
Just missing one thing... Got it!
I quickly put on my studded belt with chains hanging off it.
I seriously hope Gerard is into some weird shit.
I heard him walk into the house. "Frank?"
"Upstairs, Gee!"
I stood leaning back against my dresser.
"Wow, Frankie, you... Wow."
I gave him a VERY suggestive look.
"You like?" I winked at him.
"I... Um... I-is your dad home?" Wow, I didn't know I could have this kind of affect on him without even doing anything...
"Not until tomorrow."
He slammed the door shut and all but ran up to me, pinning me to the wall. Fuck...
"Baby... We have all night, you really want to rush through all the fun just because no one else is around?"
He growled in my ear, "But who said anything about rushing through anything?"
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Gerard pushed me closer to the wall and pushed himself close against me kissing me roughly and passionately, one hand behind my neck, the other on my back, pulling me closer into him yet at the same time pushing me further back into the wall.
And I was loving every fucking second of it.
I figured since I'm the one dressing in drag I might as well let him be in control.
This time.

Notes

HEY IM BACK AND I FOUND MY BOOK OMG

hehe... the next chapter shall be fun c;

thank you guys so much for reading, subscribing and leaving all your lovely comments, it really means a lot to me, especially considering this was my first fic!

but yeah, our internet was off for a week, then i couldnt find my book for about 4 days... it was horrible! and on top of that, im being made to socialize all. the. time. with family. ugh. havnt i already seen them enough these holidays? its becoming a holidont.
i get my tattoos and another piercing soon, AND DADS TAKING ME TO MISFITS AS MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT ERMAHGERD
even though its Jan 10th, and closer to my birthday, but still. hes doing a tattoo for me as my birthday present :L the joys of having a father thats been tattooing since he was 19 :L
mums paying for me to get my scorpion on my belly/hip whatever you call where it is, il put up a link to a photo when its done. just below my bellybutton to the side? and dads doing "Virescit vulnere Virtus" across my wrist c: its in Gaelic, it translates to 'Courage grows strong at a wound" c:

I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

Title credit: Bad Things by Jace Everett. (A.K.A True Blood theme song)

~Chrissiewillkill