I stopped dead, frozen with my arms still around his tense form. He remained in my lap but didn't say anything else, he just pressed his face against my shoulder so I couldn't read his expression, which irritated me no end. I wanted to try and read what he was thinking in his big, expressive eyes. I rubbed his back in small, comforting circles. "Frank?" I whispered. "Frank, babe, look at me." He finally lifted his head, slowly and apprehensively as if he was nervous. I smiled at him, trying my hardest to look comforting and calm him down. He didn't return my smile, however, he just watched me with a wary expression. I couldn't fathom why - did he doubt me? I opened my mouth to ask, trying to form coherent sentences while my mind still spun with the shock of what he had said. I didnt have to come up with the words, however, because he jumped in before I could. "Look, Gerard, I know it sounds stupid, and crazy, and completeoy unbelievable, but it's true. I haven't known you all that long but you've had such an... I don't know, such a huge effect on me. You make me feel different, I feel special when I'm with you. I feel wanted, for the first time in a very long time. I-I love you Gerard," his voice grew stronger, as he made that last confident statement. The fear hadn't gone away, but he was earnest, pushing his all into his words like he meant them with all his heart. I felt tears well up in my eyes - damn, I'm such a wimp. Frank watched my face carefully as I thought his words through. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could this beautiful, sweet, amazing man love someone like me, a broken, repulsive freak? It seemed impossible, but at the same time, I desperately hoped it was true. I could see Frank was growing more and more anxious at my silence, but I just couldn't get the words out. So instead, I leant forward and connected my mouth to his own. He responded automatically to my mouth, and within seconds we were full-on making out, with me still sat on the edge of my bed and him curled in my lap. His fingers twisted through my hair while mine stroked his. My tongue explored his mouth, and then slipped downwards to travel along his jawline in a sloppy extended kiss. I stopped when I reached his scorpion tattoo, grazing my lips very gently over it. "I love you too, Frankie," I said against his warm neck. "Don't you ever doubt that. I'm not sure how it happened, all I know is that you are the most wonderful human I have ever met, and I've fallen so fucking hard for you, Frank, I can't even explain it..." He pulled back to look me straight in the face, his worry eradicated by an elated smile that filled every inch of us both. "You don't need to explain it, Gee," he whispered. "I know." This time he kissed me, fast and enthusiastic, his lips touching all parts of my face, jaw, throat, down to the edge of my collar, he left no centimetre of skin un-kissed. His breath was hot, I felt it blow against me as he exhaled. Eventually he came for air and I grinned at him. His face was flushed and his breathing heavy, but his eyes glittered with happiness. I pushed his long fringe back. "Wow," I smirked. "I should let you take control more often." At that he blushed even deeper than before, increasing from pink to crimson, and cast his eyes down. I laughed out loud and kissed the tip if his nose, making him giggle too. He ran his hands up my arms, making his way up to my face, but he stopped when his touch reached the cuts on my skin. I'd forgotten about that, and I was pretty sure he had too, until his hands found them. He pushed my sleeve up as far as it would go, to study them intently. Face burning, I tried to shift and move my arm away, but he gripped my wrist stubbornly and insisted on studying my ravaged skin. Then, softly, he whispered, "Gerard, please, please never do this again." I frowned. "Frank, I already-" he stopped me. "Yeah, yeah, I know you already promised but I just..." He sighed. "It hurts to think that you would do something like this to yourself. You're beautiful, Gerard, and you're too good for this." I sighed too. "I know, Frankie, honestly I do. I swear to you, I will try my very hardest not to do this again." He nodded, satisfied with my promise. "Come talk to me next time you feel like doing it, alright?" He asked quietly. I nodded in agreement, and he pulled me into a hug. "I love you, Gerard."

Notes

Voila. At last I return :) please don't hate me. I come bearing extra-cute writing as apology for my elongated absence. But I'm back now, anyway, and I have big plans for my writing. Hopefully. Extra love and thanks to all the sweet commenters, I just read them all again and started crying. You guys are the most amazing people, I truly cannot word how much love I have for you all. Paranoia Violence out xø