Watching Frank cook was fascinating. Maybe it was just me, since I have no chef-like skills to speak of, but the man was something else. He was mesmerising. He moved easily around his little kitchen, grabbing things, throwing things into his pan with ease. He didn't even measure what he added, he just tossed it all together with a confidence in himself that had me staring in awe. At first, I tried to help, but I just felt clumsy and in the way as he glided around, so I eventually gave up and sank resignedly into a chair, leaving him to work whatever spells he had up his sleeve. It smelled fantastic, whatever it was, I breathed in the gorgeous aroma as my eyes followed him. He looked really... Hot. Something about the way he handled himself, and his self-assurance in what he was doing... It was attractive. I continued to stare, pretty strangely to be honest, until he glanced over to me, and caught me basically checking him out. He stopped what he was doing and raised his eyebrows, staring back. "What?" he asked. I dropped my gaze, blushing, and mumbled, "Nothing," refusing to look at him. A second later, I felt his warm hand on my chin. I looked at him in surprise. He was stood beside me, leaning down so that we were at eye level. A smile played on his lips. "Tell me what you were staring at," he insisted in a soft voice. I frowned a little, this wasn't fair. "Um... You," I admitted sheepishly, my blush spreading and deepening so that my face felt fiery. He quirked an eyebrow. "Me? Why?" He looked confused, but amused, too. He was enjoying this, damn him. I stammered. "Uh... you uh, look really kinda hot... when you cook..." I trailed off and cast my eyes away from him. Way to sound like a creep, Gerard, good job there. "Geraaaard..." Frank sang, compelling me to look up at him again. He was smiling, a full-blown grin stretched across his face. It was dazzling, if I'm honest, he looked adorable. "You think I'm hot?" He asked, giggling. I nodded, and he laughed aloud. "Dude, since when is cooking hot?" He cried. "I don't know, it just is when you do it!" I replied defensively. He laughed some more, and I crossed my arms. "Stop laughing at me," I muttered sulkily, blushing so bad I must have been glowing. He carried on, and I glared at the table, humiliated. "Gerard." I ignore him, purposefully averting my eyes. Then, to my utter shock, he sprang on me. He pulled my arms apart and bounced into my lap. I stared at him. He giggled again and laced his inked fingers behind my neck. "I'm sorry for laughing at you. Will you forgive me?" he whispered. I didn't say anything, trying my hardest to keep my scowl in place. He made it difficult for me, though, I had to admit. He leaned in, and nuzzled his face into the side of my neck. "Do you forgive me, Gee?" He asked again. His breath raised goosebumps on my skin. He was impossible, he really was. "Yeah, I forgive you," I muttered quietly, my face still sulky. He pulled back to look at me, and traced my sticking-out lower lip with his finger. "I really am sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. It's just, you're so cute, Gee!" I raised my eyebrows. Me? Cute? Please. The antisocial, maybe-or-maybe-not-insane, comic book freak? In what universe was that considered cute? He read my uncertainty. "You are! You're adorable," he insisted, hugging me. I beamed at him, grateful for the compliment. He laughed, and then he leaned forward and kissed me deeply, still curled in my lap. I slipped my arms around his back and he twisted his hands in my hair. We were actually really picking up the pace when a shockingly loud beeping sound jerked us out of our little makeout session. We both looked around in a panic, then he sprang off me, swearing. He hurried over to the pan he'd been using, and yanked it off the burner. A cloud of steam and smoke rose from it, and a string of curses came out of Frank's mouth as he tried to salvage the spaghetti sauce he'd been making. I got up and went over, and we both stares forlornly at the darkened, sticky mess in the pan. "Damn," he said. "My chance to impress you with lunch, destroyed," he sighed. I laughed, and in a sudden moment of courage a slipped my arms around his waist from behind. He was so short, I could press my face on his dark hair. "That kiss was worth sacrificing the food for, I wouldn't worry." He laughed, and I poked him in the side. At that, his laugh rose up to a shriek, and he squirmed uncontrollably. I tightened my grip so he couldn't get away from me. "Frankie, are you ticklish?" I asked mischeivously. He began to struggle, squealing "No! No, I'm not! Gerard, I swear I will..." I didn't get to hear the end of his threat, because I cut him off with an epic tickle assault, causing him to basically collapse in my arms, which I didn't mind at all. I scooped him up and dumped him on his living room sofa, where I pinned him down and tickled him mercilessly. Tears streamed down his face and he giggled like a five-year-old, begging me to stop between squeals. I continued for several minutes before finally letting up. He laid there while his laughter died down, then he sat up and smacked me in the chest. "Gerard, that wasn't funny!" He yelled. "It kinda was," I informed him slyly, winking. He mock-scowled at me, but I just laughed and kissed his pouty lips, before getting up and pulling him to his feet. "Go call for a pizza and stop whining," I ordered. He laughed and kissed my cheek, before heading for the phone.

Notes

This isn't what I originally planned, but I didn't wanna upset everyone even more after what happened... I can't believe it, I really can't. I cried so bad I gave myself a migraine... Anyway, I also wanted to make a point that I am still writing both my fics, because it's important that we as a fandom keep marching. That way, they'll be immortal. I love you all, the MCRmy is like my second family. Paranoia Violence out xø