Gerard P.O.V.

It's around lunchtime, and I'm humming happily along to the Iggy Pop CD racketing from the stereo, wiggling my hips in time to it as I daub paint on the canvas in front of me. I pause in my art for a few seconds to join in with a particularly awesome drum solo and then knock back half my cup of coffee in one, smacking my lips cheerfully. The painting is a fairly simple one- a galaxy full of swirling multicoloured gas clouds and shimmery stars, shadowy planets looming out of the blackness.

I'm so caught up in all this that I don't hear the door opening behind me.

"ARGH! Oh! Shit, Frank, you scared me!"

Frank just chuckles and winds his arms tighter around my waist, leaning in to me and nuzzling his face in to my neck.

"Sorry baby, couldn't resist!" I feel him grinning next to me and instinctively smile too. "I left Brendon looking after the shop, just wanted to get home and see you."

"Well, it's always lovely to see you, sweetie."

"I missed you. I was thinking about you a lot. Especially about your body." Frank starts to grind against my ass, almost imperceptibly, as his neck-nuzzles turn in to neck-kisses.

"Ooh...mm, is that so?" I breathe, tipping my head back to give him more access, lifting up a hand to slide my fingers in to his thick black hair.

"Yeah," Frank growls in to his biting. "Thinking about your gorgeous pale chest, your delicious stomach (A/N Lil FOB allusion heehee), your heart-stopping ass-" he reaches down to grab it in both hands "-and your massive, thick cock-" one hand now moved to squeeze the bulge in the front of my jeans "-and thinking about how much I wanted to tear off all your clothes and kiss this beautiful naked body all over until you're a whimpering mess beneath me."

He licks up to my earlobe and I shiver before spinning round, seizing my husband in a giant kiss. His soft, wet mouth moves against mine eagerly, as he nibbles and sucks gently on my bottom lip, leaving me moaning in to him.

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Then we're stumbling towards our bedroom and Frank's ripping off his t-shirt and tugging at my paint-smeared one, helping me lift it over my head, and our bodies are magnetically drawn back together, lips attaching hungrily as we fumble with each other's belts.

Frank pushes me to fall backwards on to the bed, tugging off my jeans and struggling out of his own. He looks at me with lust-blown eyes as I bite my lip and palm myself through my boxers at him. With a growl he lunges at me, pinning me in to the mattress and kissing me deeply as he replaces my hand with his own, squeezing and rubbing my hard-on. I whimper in delight and roll my hips upwards in to his hand, Frank's mouth once again attacking my neck.

His kisses start to trail down my chest, tongue zigzagging down over my stomach and on to the precum-soaked wet patch of my boxers. I moan in anticipation before he quickly tugs them down and presses open-mouthed kisses all over my rock-hard and leaking dick. He bends to suck gently on my balls, pulling jerky gasps from me, and then opens wide and swallows my cock down in one go. I buck in to his mouth, giddy with joy at the sight of his stretched, swollen lips and the feel of tight, hot wetness and caressing tongue over my sensitive hard-on.

Too soon for my liking, Frank pulls off, the cool air of exposure leaving me tingly, a sensation that just grows as Frank starts to slide a lubed-up finger inside me. It's soon joined by a second and then a third, scissoring me open while I make whoreish moans of pleasure and grind down on them. Then the fingers are also gone and Frank's stroking lube all over his thick cock and easing it in to me.

I wrap my legs tight around him to push him in as deep as possible and after a moment of adjustment he's thrusting hard and fast, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. With his arms braced near my head he captures me again in a kiss full of lust and passion, his thrusts speeding up after he grinds in to my prostate and I let out an involuntary cry. Soon he's slamming in to in with every bucking movement, reducing me to a writhing mess.

"Oh...OH! Frankie, I'm so close!" I moan and then he's jerking me off as he goes, while my nails scrape in to his shoulder blades and my eyes close in ecstasy. When I open them, Frank's expression is so ravenous and wildly horny that it tips me over the edge and I'm creaming all over his hand and both our stomachs, screaming his name. He comes too, not long after, one final hard slam filling me with his hot spunk.

He pulls out slowly, licking some of my cum off his hand before offering it to me, slipping his fingers in to my mouth for me to suck. "Gorgeous," he mumbles, sighing and stroking my hair.

His next kiss is a lot less urgent than before, tongues stroking each other gently as he cuddles in to me.

"Much as I'd love to stay in your arms all day," I whisper, "you should really be getting back to work now, babes."

"I know, give me another minute."

Quite a lot of minutes later, we're both up and dressed and kissing goodbye.

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When Molly comes home from school I am once again dancing (to me it is dancing) and coffee-making, but this time to the lighter notes of the radio.

"Dun dun, dun dun, dun dun, WHY do you build me up- build me up, buttercup? Just to let me down, let me down..." I sing, twirling around with a wide beam as I see her and taking her hands for a little waltz. There's the obligatory "Aw, PA!" of embarrassment before she's giggling and bopping as well, both of us even slipping in to little '70s disco-style moves.

I switch the radio off and we sit at the kitchen table to sip our coffee contentedly together.

"How was your first day, Pumpkin?" I love giving her soppy pet names.

"Uh...yeah it was fine. Mainly just the obligatory new year introductions, y'know the sort of thing."

"Make any new friends?"

A shadow of a smirk crosses her face. "Pa, you should know me better than that by now. Besides, I'm fine with the friends I've got. I have got a new teacher though."

"Ooh really?"

"Yeah, Mr Stump, he takes us for music. He seems nice. Knows his stuff."

"Well that's great, honey."

At that moment Frank comes back again and the evening passes away quietly with TV and showers and pasta. Later on in bed, Frank is stroking my hair softly as he holds me tight against his tattooed chest. I inhale his scent deeply, vanilla, cigarettes, coffee and that oh so special something that is just pure FRANK.

"You alright, Gee? You seem a bit quiet?"

I sigh, snuggling closer to him.

"Just...is Molly OK, Frank? I mean, she probably is, but she's just at that age where I never know what's going on in her head so I'm never sure if our little girl is really happy or not."

"Aw baby," Frank croons, cuddling me closer. "I'm sure she's fine, she's just a sullen teenager, like everyone is at that age. She definitely knows how much we both love her and if something was wrong in her life, she'd tell us. You've no need to worry."

A little smile flickers across my face as I kiss him very gently. I adore this man to pieces. I'm so lucky to have him and Molly in my life. "I love you, Frankie."

"I love you too, Gee baby."

Notes

I really hope no-one on here knows me irl, that'd be awkward. Saying that though, is this good smut? idek
And I'm sorry about this chapter title, I really am.