Don't Trust The Man With Raven Hair.

-(Xantia's Pov)-

"Xan, honey I'm home with a guest!" My father yells opening the door with someone behind him, "I'm sorry to intrude on your meal, Mrs James and Xantia." I recognise that voice..... Frank?

"Frank here landed himself in prison for something he didn't do," my father laughs, we are all sitting at the table now, Frank is staring at me with innocent eyes. "Good thing you two have Gerard as your friend or you'd have to stay there for a long time Frank." My father says again. My mom smiles at us, she must know something about Frank and I that I don't.

"May I be excused?" I ask politely and mom nods, I leave the table and head back to my room. The pictures and notes I have seen are on my bedside table the others are on my bed, I pick up a picture and not gasp or stare wide eyed but admire, admire how the picture looks. It is of Frank and I standing under a tree in formal attire, I notice the look in his and my eyes. It's the same look my father and mother give to each other, it's the look of love.

"I love you Frank." I say looking into his eyes a smile creeping over my face, "I love you too Xantia." He says leaning in for a kiss, I softly place my lips onto his and he smiles.

I hear footsteps coming towards my door, "Xantia?" The voice says, it's Frank, "come in." I say quietly, but loud enough that he can hear me. "I want to say sorry for everything I ever did to you... Where did you find these pictures?" He says his eyes staying I the pile of photos and notes on my bed. "My mom had them and she let me see them, we.... We were in love Frank." I say and his hazel eyes stare into mine, "at one point of our lives yes, but I hurt you."

I pat the side of my bed, gesturing for him to sit next to me, "what happen to-" I start but get cut off from Franks lips on mine, "Xannie!" My mom calls out, "your father and I are going to visit Aunty Helen, since her lungs are playing up again." She says calmly, but I can detect a hint of sadness in her voice. "Okay mom." I say and hear the front door shut.

Frank latches his lips onto mine again, but not like he did when he was teaching me a 'lesson,' he is more passionate, more loving. We lie down on the bed, him kissing me and myself kissing him. Franks tongue brushes my lower lip begging for entrance,I grant it and his tongue slips into my mouth.

Frank carefully takes off my jeans, trying exceptionally hard not to hurt me in any way.

-(Emily's POV)-

Gerard and I make no hesitation to make it to the bedroom, the twins are fast asleep so I don't need to worry about them for the moment. I practically rip off his clothes as he does the same to mine, and he throws me onto my queen sized bed, "I love you Em." He says kissing me over and other again. "I love you to Gera-" I was cut off by him making me moan. He found my sweet spot.

It was only a short amount of time that he was not inside me, "fuck you are so perfect." He says and I smile, making my finger nails drag down his back just as he likes it.

-(Frank's POV)-

I want mine and Xantia's time together to be special, I want to make up for every bad thing I've done to her, I cup one of her breasts in my hand and give it a gentle squeeze, she moans lightly which makes me smirk. I use my other hand to start rubbing her through her panties which is causing her to moan even more. Gently I pull down her panties and bury my face between her thighs, my nose brushing over her clit making Xan make whorish moans that I wouldn't expect someone like her to make. The feeling of lust is over powering me.

-(Gerard's POV)-

I pound into Emily over and over again, this sexual encounter has been long overdue, I love this woman like no other, but as I am making Emily moan and scream out my name images of what I did in that made house fill my mind, all those people I hurt, all those mothers hearts I broke knowing that their son or daughter went missing and was never found.

I pull out of Emily and lie beside her, her head lying on my chest. "What's wrong Gerard?" She asks, staring up at me with her big blue eyes, "nothing just thinking about the past." I say kissing her forehead as she closes her eyes.

Then something or should I say someone hits me like a ton of bricks.

What am I going to do about Lindsey?

Notes

Sorry if its not good, I am very uncomfortable when writing smut.

- xoxo B