Don't Stand So Close To Me

"I love you so much, Lana. Don't ever leave me. Please." His tattooed hand brushed my hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead tenderly. We lay in a bed of flowers, the sun not quite setting and not quite rising, a beautiful array of purples and oranges decorating the sky.

"Frank, make me yours." I said in a whisper, a mix of desperation and lust in my voice.
"Here?" His eyebrows furrowed in a concerned manner.

"Yes, here and no where else." I buried my face in his neck taking in his scent, a mix of cologne and cigarettes. I laid gentle pecks all over his skin before snaking my tongue across and sucking. This would be the first hickey I gave him, I bit hard because I wanted it to last for weeks. So that the memory of this day would linger far after it ended.

With one swift movement he pulled me underneath him, the same way he'd done so many times before. But this time it wasn't teasing, it was the real thing, and his eyes were filled with love instead of amusement.

He reached under my lacy white dress, pulling my panties down roughly and squeezing my butt cheek. I moaned as he slid into me with force, but there was no pain, why was there no pain?
My moans picked up as his pace accelerated, grinding into me a little bit rougher each time.

"Fuck, I love you," I moaned into his ear, earning a deep throaty groan from him as he came into me. He collapsed on top of me, our hearts seemingly connected with their fast paces, our breathing built up to panting.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered into my ear, entangling his fingers in my hair. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his back. When I opened them, two women were standing over us. I shrieked, hiding underneath Frank. They weren't just any women though, it was Laura and Mrs. Smith. Pale as corpses.

"You're a slut, and a murderer." Mrs. Smith hissed at me.

"Sweetie how could you do this? My only son?" Laura choked, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Wh- How? What's going on?" I cried, covering my mouth in shock. I pushed Frank off me; pulling my dress back down. He looked at me; his eyes filled with hurt and betrayal.

"Son? Lana did you know about this? How could you do this to me?" He pushed me away as I went to grab for him. I broke down sobbing, begging for him to stay.

"F-Frank I'm sorry! Don't leave me!" I sobbed, reaching for him from the floor. I grabbed his hand and he kicked me hard in the stomach.

"Don't ever contact me again."
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I shot up from the sofa, panting and sobbing; gripping my stomach.
Immediately, Frank stirred from underneath me and his warm arms pulled me close.

"Shh, Shhh. Hey what happened?" He whispered and stroked my hair. I continued to cry, this time hysterically.

"Fuck, stop crying. What's wrong?" He wore a concerned look on his face. I looked into his eyes, searching for any form of resentment or hatred. Nothing. I sighed in relief, reaching up and hugging him tightly.

"Lana?" He questioned,
"Bad dream." I murmured. He continued to stroke my hair, hushing me to go back to sleep.

"Let me take you upstairs-" He began to get up but I pulled him back onto the sofa.

"N-No. I don't want to be alone." I mumbled.
I could make out a shadow of a grin on his face through the dark, the same grin he wore when I knew he could see right through me.

"Being clingy are we?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Frank!" I cried, I didn't want to deal with his taunting, especially with all that was going on.

"I'm fucking with you," He chuckled dryly. "C'mon we'll go upstairs." He gestured for me to follow him and I got off the couch. When I reached the stairs he turned around and yanked me forward by the wrist, before I knew it I was in the air and hanging over his shoulder.

"PUT ME DOWN"! I fought with him to no avail.

"Nah." He responded, making his way up the stairs. When we reached his bedroom he threw me on the bed and left the room. He came back within a few seconds with a big blanket and an extra pillow.
He put the items on the bed and laid down next to me, a serious look on his face.

Since we returned from the school I could tell something wasn't quite right. Serious just wasn't his demeanor. I almost felt like he was angry with me.

"Frank?" I said softly.

"Yes?" He replied even softer, almost as if he was scared to wake someone up.

"Are you angry?"

This caused him to turn on his side and face me.
"What? No, why would you think that?" His eyebrows had furrowed.

"I just- you're so serious. And you went to sleep on the couch..." I mumbled the last part.
"Did you want to sleep with me? I figured you'd be uncomfortable.." The shadow of a grin came back but he remained mostly serious.

"Uh, n-no I just-" I was at a lost for words, yeah I guess I had wanted to sleep with him. I joined him on the couch after all but it's not like I could just say that out loud.

"Say no more." He smiled. Wow, that was gentlemanly of him. Frank is never a gentlemen.

"I'm not mad though, far from mad. I'm just kinda freaked. Today was... Insane. I can't help but feel like I've ruined your life." He added, smiling sadly.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked. He nodded, giving me his full attention.

"Ever since I met you, my life has changed. But not for the worse. I didn't know what kind of happiness I was missing before I met you. Today was fucked up, but I wouldn't take it back if it meant I wouldn't be able to meet you. And that, is the most honest thing you'll ever hear me say."

"I make you happy?" The half-grin came back and he scooted closer to me.

"In strange ways." I chuckled softly.

"You make me happy too." He said. Ah, there goes my heart doing weird shit again. I tried to hide the smile on my face and turned away from him.

"Don't be stupid, come here." He chuckled.

"I don't want to." I grimaced, my cheeks betraying me by blushing.

"Sure you do, you followed me downstairs." He reminded. " And you fell asleep right away." He added.

"I thought you were asleep you bastard!" I gasped.

"I was, and then a little body snuck it's way under the covers. You're like a kitten you know?" At this point he'd grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I could feel the warmth of his chest and his steady heartbeat against my back.

"Lana,"

"Mm?"

"What was your dream about? He hummed into my ear. I took a minute to think about it, all the bad feelings rushing back into me.

"I-" My voice cracked, signaling that I was about to cry.

"Shh. Hey, its alright." He kissed the back of my neck.

At this point I turned around and crashed my lips against his. I demanded entrance, to which he granted. His hand traveled up my back all the way to my cheek, caressing it as he deepened the kiss.
I slipped my hand under his shirt to feel his toned stomach, he grinned against my lips. I tugged at the shirt and within a few seconds it was off and on the floor. I liked him like this, naked. I could much better appreciate his tattoos this way.

All of a sudden he gripped my hips roughly and pulled me closer, biting my bottom lip hard. I moaned, kissing him even more roughly. My right hand trailed down his stomach and lingered at his waistband. He seemed to be too enthralled in the kiss to notice, so I slipped my hand inside his pants and boxers slowly. My fingers traced over his manhood and it literally twitched. It was surprising at first, I didn't know it would be so soft. I continued to feel around and he held back a moan. His fingers suddenly met mine and he pulled my hand out of his boxers.

"That feels wonderful, but I'm going to stop you there." He sighed.

"What? Why?" A sense of worry came over me, did I overstep my boundaries?

"Because I won't be able to control myself." He said low, pulling me in for another kiss.

"You don't have to." I pleaded, pulling away and looking at him with desperate eyes.

"I do." He chuckled.

"Why?"

"Because I'd be taking advantage of you. You're emotionally unstable right now. I already took advantage of you at the school, look where that got us." He looked away, a dark seriousness in his eyes.

"Fine.." I sighed.

"Oh don't be sullen. I'll have you soon enough, and it'll be fucking amazing." He grinned, the seriousness fading again.

"Must you make me beg?" I frowned at him.

"Yes. It's all part of my obsession with you." He laughed and kissed me again, making it more and more tender each time he pulled away.

"Is that all I am? An obsession?" I whispered, my eyes filled with worry.

"I wish that's all you were doll." He pressed his forehead against mine, intertwining our hands together.

"Why wish?" I said quietly.

"Because then I wouldn't need you by my side to even breathe properly." He took a deep breath.

"Because then I wouldn't be so dangerously in love with you."

Notes

HELLLOOO. Holy fucking crap I'm so sorry for the huge delay in updates, but IM FINALLY BACK . I didn't have contact with my co-authors or even access to internet mid Jan to Feb so they couldn't update. How is everyone? Holding up alright with the Fake Your Death feels? Hope to get this story back up and running! Apologies for such a short chap!

What does the future hold for Lana and Frank in their fucked up little world? Leave your comments below!

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