Tales of a Chemical Romance

Laying in bed with my wife of 4 months, I look over at our alarm clock.

7:12.

In 5 hours, my brother and our friends are being shipped over seas to defend our country.

I'm honored.
I'm prideful.
I'm petrified.

I avert my attention back to my beautiful wife, her chestnut hair falling over her eyes. I smile and part it back with my fingers, letting them linger in her slight curls. I place a gentle kiss on her forehead, slipping out from the sheets that cover my bare body. My feet led me to the bathroom, where I started my hot shower, letting the steam cloud around me. I took my glasses off and set them on the counter, looking at my reflection. Before I knew it, I was crying hot, angry, scared tears. I was screaming, knocking the towel rack over in a fit of rage.

I stopped quickly when I felt my wife's arms around my waist. She kissed my shoulder blades, then my neck, turning me around to face her. I buried my face in her hair, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

"I won't leave you. I won't."
"Baby.." She looked up at me, wiping my tears with her thumbs. "It's hard, I know, but.."
"But nothing! I'm not leaving you."

She sighed, resting her head on my chest again. I kissed her hair, pushing our bedsheet away from her body. "Shower with me?" I smiled.
She nodded, blushing. My cute little bride was a virgin up until our wedding night and 4 months into our marriage, she's still embarrassed about her body. I cupped her face in my hands, staring in to her deep brown eyes. "I love you.."
Her eyes lit up as she bit her lip and smiled. "I love you.."

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I connect my lips to her neck and find the one spot that makes her shiver every time. I smile when she whimpers my name, digging her nails into the back of my neck. I bring my lips to hers, our tongues colliding, teeth gnashing together. I take her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking and pulling on it. She groans in response, pushing me against the shower wall. Sliding my hands down her stomach, our lips still connected, I slip my fingers between her thighs, rubbing her in a slow circular motion. Whether it was from the water or her own moisture, I don't know, but it worked like a charm: She starts purring, throwing her head back into the water.

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Throwing her back on the bed, our lips never disconnecting, running water long forgotten, my face is between her thighs, a smile on my face as she screams for more. My teeth nip at her inner thighs, my lips creating a sensational trail of lightning back up to her neck. She grips my wet hair in her fingers, pulling my face to hers. I can't take it anymore.

I part her thighs a little too quickly, earning a shocked moan from her lips in my ear. I look up at her and smile, kissing her as I press my way inside her. She gasps in my mouth, digging her nails into my sides as she wraps her legs around my waist.

"Mikey.." she pants out as I start thrusting in her faster. "Mikey.. Oh my God.."

She bites down on my shoulder, which is possibly my biggest turn on. I pick up speed, lifting her hips for more leverage. She hisses in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I look down at her, stopping immediately. I just realized I've never been this deep inside of her.

"Want me to stop?" I pant, my chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat rolling down my face.
She shakes her head, wiping the sweat out of my eyes. "Never."

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Standing outside the Legion Hall, my arms wrapped around my little wife, I kiss each of my parents, my sister-in-law, and my best friends' wives' cheeks. My father claps my brother and I's shoulder and tells us to make him proud, my mother tears up and kisses our cheeks repeatedly. All the while, my fingers are never far from my wife's.

The squad leader's whistle blows, signaling our time to go. I kiss everyone one last time, hugging them and sending out I love yous. I wrap my arms around my wife's body for what seems like the last time, looking into her deep brown eyes. She's emotionless. I start crying as I kiss her, promising to return.

"I love you. I'll come back. I promise." I ramble. She stares straight ahead, watching other army wives crying hysterically. I cup her face and force her to look at me. "I love you.."

Before I can get a response from her, Bob wraps her arm around my shoulder, pulling me away from my only reason for coming back dead or alive.

Notes

Mikey Way smut is adorable. If you don't get just a little hot and bothered by the thought of that awkward man on top of you, all covered in sweat, moaning your name, you're in the wrong fucking fandom, my friends.