See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I felt Frankie's lips on mine again, he was sitting on my lap now. There was something about kissing in the dark that made it even better. Not being able to see him, everything is unexpected, a surprise, and everything seems amplified. His soft gasps seem louder, his skin warmer and when we touch my senses go on overload.

He flipped us over so I was lying on my back and he was on top of me, we were still kissing passionately. He had his hands on either side of my head, holding himself up, I had my hands on his hip and back, his shirt had roden up just a tiny bit and even that little skin-on-skin contact had my head spinning. I felt him move his hand away from my head, then I felt him place it on my chest, right above my heart -which was currently beating faster than ever before in my life. He stayed like that for a couple seconds, I felt him slowly drag his hand down my chest to the hem of my shirt then I felt him slip his fingers under my shirt.

His fingers felt cool against my burning skin, soothing my want -need- for more of him. Soothing, not quenching. I still want more, as much as possible.

He sprawled out his fingers on my hip at the same time he bit my bottom lip. He let go of my lip and dived down for another kiss, parting his lips almost imediately and letting me slip my tongue in to his mouth. I streched my fingers out under his shirt, over his lower back, he made a soft sort of groan.

He always sounded so beautiful. So insanely sexy. Everything he did was so sensual. Not vulgar or over-acted. But, natrual and tempting. The way he moved, how he walked, his lips, his voice, his eyes. Oh, god, his eyes. The biggest, brightest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. And he was the most beautiful being I have ever seen. I don't think there is, was or will be a person whose beauty could compare to Frankie's. There's just something about him, he's so elegant, the way he carries himself. Even though he's still a bit insecure of himself -though not as bad as before- he doesn't show it, he never did. I would have never thought such an angel could think they weren't pretty. It's obvious to the rest of the world, why can't he see his beauty?

He pulled away, both of us panting. I expected to feel his lips on mine after a few seconds, but instead I heard him breathing slowly and could just picture him staring at me with those big doe eyes while he bit his bottom lip.

"Frankie? Is something wrong, hun?" I asked after another couple seconds of slience.

I felt the back of his hand graze my cheek. "G-good t-that y-you w-won't l-leave...d-dunno w-what I'd do w-without y-you. I-I'd do a-anything f-for y-you"

My heart swelled and started beating even faster than before and the stupid butterflies I had managed to calm down came back full force.

He didn't know what he'd do without me? That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I mean, I've heard it before, but coming from Frankie makes it millions of times better. He means the world to me and to hear him say that to me, is the best feeling ever. He's the reason my heart beats and the thought of me really meaning something to him makes my head spin.

He loves me. He really loves me. I just couldn't grasp the full meaning of that. He loves me, he feels for me what I feel for him. Love. True love. I would give anything for him, just like he would give anything for me. I love him and he loves me back and it's perfect.

Thoughts of a furture with Frankie raced through my mind. Wouldn't that be wounderful? For Frankie and I to have a life together, in our own house, not having to worry about Linda or my dad.

I had never considered a future with anybody, but a life-time with Frankie is something I'd love to have.

Although, a life doesn't seem like enough time to show Frankie how much I love him. It would be incredible though, to have the honor of calling Frank Iero my husband.

My heart flipped at the thought. Frankie? My husband? I would like that, no doubt about it. But , would he? I have a feeling he would.

My head swirled with thoughts of rings and proposals.

What kind of ring would look better on him? Anything he uses looks great, though. Maybe something thin, but with a big diamond. I bet he'd like that. With our names embroided in the inner part of it. He'd definately like that. And how would I ask him? It would have to be very special. Very romantic. I'll have to think of something really good if I want him to say yes.

I felt silly, sudenly remembering I hadn't even told Frankie I loved him. I haven't even said that and I'm already thinking about how to propose.

Wait. I was thinking about Frankie? I had told myself again and again that marrige was stupid and just not for me, yet here I am, thinking about what ring to buy and how to propose to a little angel boy who doesn't even know I'm head over heals for him.

"Gee-rawrd?" His soft, sweet voice pulled me away from my thoughts.

"Yes, hun?"

"...d-do y-you f-feel l-like t-that, t-too?" He asked quietly, his voice just above a whisper

"Of course I do, hun."

He got off me, sitting next to me and leaving me with a craving for his body close to mine. "T-then w-why d-don't y-you e-ever s-say it?" He asked, a little louder this time.

I didn't have an answer for that. At least, not answer he -or anybody else- would understand.

All this time Frankie has been the one that iniciates everything we do. Every kiss, every touch, has been because he wanted it. By telling him what I feel, what I want, I feel like I'm forcing him. It makes everything feel more real and it reminds me how dangerous it really is. That and I just don't know how to. For Frankie it's easy to say what he feels, what he wants. I can't find the words to express all my feelings for Frankie.

So, it's not that I don't want Frankie to know what I feel for him, I just don't know how to express it.

I settled with, "It's complicated, hun."

"...d-do I-I e-embaress y-you?" He whispered a few seconds later.

"What? No, of course not." I sat up and turned towards where I thought Frankie was. I could feel him sitting in front of me. Why would he think that?

"S-so?" He sounded as confused as I felt.

"So, what?"

He huffed, "S-so, w-why d-don't y-you t-tell m-me?"

"Because, I don't know what to say." I decided to tell him the truth.

I felt him move close to me, he sat on my lap, one hand over my heart and the other on my shoulder. Then, I felt his soft pink lips press light, barely-there kisses the skin of my collar-bones. I closed my eyes and sighed, I absolutely love Frankies lips. I lied down, pulling Frankie with me.

"J-just t-tell me." He whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear when he spoke.

I cupped his ckeeks and pulled him away a bit, if there where any light I would be looking in to his beautiful hazel eyes.

"I feel a lot for you. You make my heart flip and I feel butterflies in my stomach when ever we kiss or touch. I think you are the most beautiful human being to have ever lived and I'd die for you. I want us to be together forever...I love you."

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