Picking up the Pieces

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to stay with Gerard, I really did. But Frank needed me. Or did he? Does he love me or is he just using me? The same question goes for Gerard. Frank never held me like this. Gerard was sweet and shy, Frank was rough and coarse. Alright, I’ll stay with Gerard.
“Can I stay with you?” I asked him.
“Of course you can stay with me.” He said to me. “I’ll get your bags from Frank’s house tomorrow morning.”
“Gerard?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you, may I have a kiss?”
“You don’t need to ask me, Sadie. You can just do it.”
I reached slowly to his face to kiss his soft lips.
“It’s okay, sweetie” he said.
I leaned into his lips and slowly kissed them, savoring the sweet taste of coffee still on his breath, the warm, salty taste of butter from the toast caked into the cracks of his lips.

Taking in the flavor of him and his warm, wet tongue was heavenly. A completely private moment shared between only me and him, his hands around my waist , my hands running through his thick, black hair. Why was he so beautiful? Why did he have to be so amazing? I always dreamed that one day, a strong boy saving me from the orphanarium and all the people who would ever try to hurt me and now, I know that boy, Gerard. He could be mine, I could be his. Just us, alone, together, forever. What if everyday was like this? Just the two of us drinking coffee and cuddling and watching TV and kissing? I can’t even imagine the joy of doing this everyday. I loved the way Gerard treated me. When I was with him, I was his princess. He treated me like royalty.
He pulled his lips away from mine to speak.

“Sadie, um, look, I know this sounds weird and strange, and a little bit creepy but-“ he stuttered, shook, he was blushing and on the verge of tears “..I really like you..” he finished.

I started blushing and was also on the verge of tears. I love him, too. I leaped on top of him, sat on his flat waist, cradled his head in my hands, and spoke.
“I really like you, too.” I slammed his warm lips into mine. I moaned as Gerard stuck his tongue further and further down into my mouth. He wrapped his hands around my hips and pushed them closer to his. The moment was perfect our tongues, intertwined, our lips, connected our hips, glued together. I knew that this was the most perfect moment. I leaned down slowly to his boxers. As I tugged the waistband down, Gerard gasped in shock.
“Sadie, are you sure about this?” I looked up at him and spoke.
“I’m positive.” I went back down to his waist and slid his boxers completely off his body.
“Wait” he said. He gripped my waist and pulled himself up. Without saying anything, he took off the pajama shirt.
“Sadie, you’re beautiful. I just wanted you to know that.”
“You’re beautiful too, Gerard.” He stroked my hair. I looked down and lifted my bare hips up and Gerard perfectly aligned our parts and slowly lowered me down to the base of his warm hips. We both moaned as we came closer. Gerard trembled as he slowly kept sliding my hips up and down He leaned towards me as he came to my lips and kissed them sweetly. Whilst on top of him, I noticed his posture He was sensitive and shy. His tongue was warm and wet. His lips were soft and his hair was thick when I ran my fingers through it . He treated me so nicely, I felt like a princess. He was gentle and sweet and slow. He wasn’t rushing.
“You… feel..so…good.” he moaned, bucked his hips, cocked his head back, and bit his lip all at once.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“I’m.. fine…”I leaned down to put both of my hands on his chest. I bent down to kiss him. I moaned as I sucked on his neck. He stroked my back as I laid on his stomach. We both gasped for air. He was perfect. His hands were warm. He ran them through my hair just before he kissed my forehead and fell asleep.

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