That Red Lipstick

It was a summer evening, the sun was coming in through the gaps in the blinds, lighting up the room in warm orange strips. Gerard was lonely, his girlfriend Lindsey had been gone for over three months. She was on tour with her band, he was so proud of her but he still missed her every second she'd been away. Lindsey was coming home in the morning and he was excited, as he should be, but when the end is in sight everything starts to get harder.
The room began to dull as the sun set, Gerard had tried to sleep but he just couldn't. It was kind of like that feeling you get on Christmas eve, when you know everything will come faster if you just sleep, but you can't quite bring yourself to do it. The excitement and adrenaline is too much.

Drawing always calmed Gerard down. Switching on the lamp he grabbed a notebook and a pencil. Without thinking he began to sketch, his fingers moved independently. Unsurprisingly they began to draw the delicate curves of his girlfriends face, he'd drawn her so many times that he just knew each and every detail of the woman. It wasn't long before he had finished the outline of her, he picked up his coloured pencils, instinctively grabbing the crimson. He began to shade the lips, tracing their arches gently. His mind couldn't help but remember how they felt, the were full, and they were soft when she pressed them on his neck before kissing him, like she always did. Her lipstick always left light stains on his skin, they would rub off after a while but the lingering dye would serve as a reminder of her for a few hours after.

Gerard had zoned out without even realising, the pencil was still in his hand but it was resting on the desk. He dropped it and leaned back in his chair, he knew if he tried to finish the drawing of her body he'd just end up having to get himself off, again. He and Lindsey had tried phone sex a few times but it really didn't compare with the real thing. Touching her soft skin. The sweet smell of her sweat when they were in bed together. How she tasted...

Gerard exhaled deeply the breath he hadn't realised he was holding and sat up straight again and tried to focus his mind on other things before he got entirely carried away. He stood up and slammed the notebook closed on his desk and left the room. Before he could choose a book to read to distract himself there was a knock at the door. He kind of felt like it was his mind playing tricks on him, like when you hear someone call your name when you're alone. He ignored it and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine, uncorking a bottle of red and pouring a small amount into a glass, leaning his arm on the cool granite counter he took a sip. He stopped drinking when he heard keys slot into the lock of the front door and push it open. He walked toward the door, leaving his glass down on the table and turning the corner to see his girlfriend standing in the archway of the front door.

He felt like all of his senses were playing tricks on him now. He ground his eyes with the heels of his hands, when he opened his eyes again she was still standing a few feet in front of him, her eyebrow cocked. "Gerard, hello?" she asked, walking forward and waving her hand in front of his face.
"Lindsey? What, why?" he was either denial or shock, or both, he couldn't tell. She stood before him, he had been thinking about her almost non-stop for three months but he hadn't done her justice. Her skin was far more beautiful than his mind could ever recall, let alone reproduce in a drawing, though god knows he'd tried. A smile broke across her face, her pearly white teeth emphasised her scarlet lips. "I took an early flight, so I could surprise you.." her smile just got wider. Gerard didn't even really care how or why she had come home early, he was just thankful she was close enough to him that he could actually touch her, feel her delicate skin beneath his finger tips.

Taking both his hands Gerard placed them either side of her face and pulled her towards him, crashing his lips into hers. He could taste the vanilla in her lipstick just like he remembered. Lindsey opened her mouth and coaxed him to open his with her tongue, he obliged and pushed his own tongue into her mouth, exploring and grazing every corner. They were a mess of heavy breathing and passion until Lindsey pulled away suddenly. Gerard fell forward slightly, leaning towards her. She smirked and walked back to the open front door, pushing it closed gently. She walked to him but continued to walk on past him to the dining table where Gerard had left his glass of wine.

Using her arms she pushed herself up onto the long mahogany table, her long porcelain legs dangling over the edge. She picked up the glass and took a delicate sip, keeping eye contact with Gerard the whole time. As was always the case, his eyes wandered to her lips, lingering there. "That's mine you know?" he pointed at the drink.
"Really?" she leered, "But my lipstick's on this one, hmm."
Gerard sauntered toward her, spreading her legs and standing between them. He took the glass from her hand and took a gulp himself before leaving it down on the counter behind him. He turned back to the woman on the table, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to him suddenly and quickly. The friction of the table slid her skirt further up her legs revealing the small tattoo she had on her right thigh.

Gerard missed her body, all of the tattoos on her skin were all unique, incomparable to anyone else he'd ever been with. His thumb rolled over the dark ink, tracing the pattern instinctively. His hands trailed up the sides of her torso, landing either side of her face. Lindsey threw her arms around Gerard's neck and leaned into a kiss, their tongues intertwining again, tasting like rich wine. After a moment Lindsey's hands fell, leaving their kiss unbroken she moved her fingers to the buttons of Gerard's white shirt, undoing each little button one by one until she could pull it open and place her hands flush on his chest. He could feel her smiling.

Lindsey's hands didn't linger much longer before she moved to unbuckle his belt, he moved his hips back to stop her, "Ah, ah, ah! My shirt's gone yet you, Lindsey, are still fully clothed, seems a little off to me." She leaned back and grinned.
"Fine, my turn I guess." she took her hands off her boyfriend and put them at the hem of her grey t-shirt. She began to peel it off so painfully slow that it was all Gerard could do not to rip it from her chest. The light fabric slid up, exposing yet another tattoo, the ink contrasting perfectly with the smooth alabaster skin of her stomach. Gerard moaned softly as she discarded the shirt entirely, throwing it on the dining room floor.

Gerard leaned in close to her once again, ducking his head down laying furious kisses along her neck and trailing them down to her neck and cleavage. He kissed the ink along her stomach and reached the waistband of her short skirt, "Lie back." he told her, her eyes closed and she leaned backwards until she was flat against the hard wood of the table. Gerard tugged at the skirt pulling it off her body with ease and leaving it on the floor with the rest of their clothes. He stood up straight and marvelled at the sight of the woman he had missed with such passion, splayed beneath him on their dining room table, her chest rising and falling gracefully with each shallow breath.

"When did you get these?" he asked his fingertips grazing over the silky red underwear she wore, he'd never seen them before.
"Bought 'em a while ago. I was saving them for a special occasion." she chuckled, "Do you like them?"
Gerard exhaled deeply and nodded, "So much." he knelt down and placed his hands on her thighs again, "but," he tugged at the top them, "I think they'd look better on the floor." He pulled the small piece or red silk and lace off her in one swift motion, leaving her entirely exposed before him. She let out a soft moan as the cool air hit her. Gerard loved that sound more than anything else.

He began to kiss the insides of her thighs, gradually reaching the warmth between her legs, laying his tongue down flat over it, just embracing the feel of her. This was something he'd been thinking about doing from the moment she walked out the door three months before. A few small, continuous moans escaped her mouth. Lindsey would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about this moment damn near every evening that she sat in her bunk alone. She jolted upright when his tongue flicked against her clit, sending a shock-wave of pleasure rippling through her. She buried her hands in his dark messy hair, pulling gently and pushing his face closer to her. This elicited a small laugh from Gerard, the vibrations just made it more intense and she threw her head back. "Gerard!" she moaned loudly between low breaths.

Gerard pulled back abruptly, leaving Lindsey exasperated leaning on the table for support. "The fuck man?" she ran a hand through her own hair, it was already matted with sweat and clinging to the back of her neck. "Get over here or I'm going to have to get myself off." she threatened.
"As much as I'd love to see that right now, don't you dare! You're mine right now." Gerard unbuckled his belt and dropped it on the floor, followed by his jeans and boxers.
He leaned over Lindsey, his body covering hers. He lowered himself and pressed their lips together, she could taste herself on his tongue.

Gerard, using one arm to support himself, reached the other behind her back and arched it off the table so he could reach the clasp of her velvety bra. It clicked open and loosened enough so he could pull it from her chest, revealing her breasts which no drawing of Gerard's could ever do justice. She was simply perfect. He leaned down so that his face hovered above her chest, he lowered himself and placed deep kisses all along it, sweeping his tongue over each sensitive nipple. She purred again before grabbing a fistful of his shaggy black hair and pulling his head up so she could look into his eyes. "Oh my god man! Fuck me already, this is killing me." she told him. As much as she loved him and the way he touched her, nothing could compare to the way he felt inside of her.

Gerard leapt off the table, "Condom?" he asked, fumbling, looking through the pockets of his jeans.
"My bag." she pointed the the black leather handbag on the edge of the sofa. She watched Gerard as he walked across the room, studying the way his muscles moved beneath his unblemished skin. He returned with a square silver packet that he ripped open with his teeth, making Lindsey giggle. He was painfully hard and had been for a while now, he unrolled the condom along his erection and pushed himself up onto the table once more. Before he could position himself over Lindsey she pushed him down hard by his shoulders, nearly slamming him against the mahogany. "I am in control now." Lindsey told him with a cheeky smile, showing off her bright teeth.

She positioned herself on top of her boyfriend, one leg either side of him. She eased herself down onto him so slowly that it ached, her back arched and she cried out.
"Fuck Linds!" Gerard breathed, "I missed this so fucking much, shit." He reached up and grabbed her breasts as she moved up and down along his length, he rolled his thumbs gently over her nipples which just made her moan louder. She picked up speed slowly until Gerard couldn't take it any more. He turned so that he was on top of her now, she was too absorbed in the sensations to protest. Lindsey threw her arms up and grabbed the top of the table to steady herself as Gerard thrusted into her deeper and faster than before, amplifying the pleasure by brushing gently against her clit with the tips of his fingers.

The table shook ferociously as they both cried out. Another thing Lindsey missed while she was gone was being able to scream when she came, on the tour bus she had to keep herself as quiet as a mouse which was no fun at all. She really made the most of it now. "Gerard fuck!" she cried, she could feel her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, she knew she wasn't more than a few seconds away. Gerard was the same, he couldn't hold it off much longer, he was so close. He looked down at Lindsey, her face both relaxed and tensed in intense pleasure, biting her bottom lip, that red lipstick smeared around her mouth, and no doubt his. They both let out a loud whimper as they came together, as Lindsey's arm swung up to touch her lover she hit the wine glass, spilling the dark red liquid all over herself and the table but she barely even noticed. "Shit!" she moaned as Gerard brushed against her too sensitive area.

Exhausted but relaxed Gerard collapsed in the table next to Lindsey, lying in the spilt wine. "You know that's going to ruin the table?" Lindsey told him, both of their skin stained crimson by the drink. "And I don't even care!" He sat up and kissed he sloppily on the lips, relishing the taste of her lips again. He would never grow tired of them.

Notes

Enjoy this overly smutty one-shot, I was busy procrastinating the writing of my main story, a Frank Iero fic called 'Kids in Love'. Please check it out if you've got nothing else to do :)

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