Unapologetic Apathy

At that moment, I was overwhelmed by very thing that ha happened the past few weeks. When I first met Gerard I wanted him dead more than anything else. He wanted me dead. Until this moment, I thought he saw me as an incovienience.

I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind. Gerard was under me, kissing me hard, and I was trying to unbutton the last button on his shirt. I gave up and used more force, and the button came undone quickly. He had an undershirt on, and I tried to break free to take that off, too. He continued to kiss my neck and jaw as I stripped off every layer.

"How many layers do you have?" I panted, or something like that. I didn't remember. I wasn't thinkin about that at the moment.

Gerard didn't answer me, he just moaned into my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Do you know how much I e wanted to do this?" He sighed as he ran his hands under my shirt, pulling it over my head. I was only wearing one layer, contrary to him, who was wearing 2. In the heat of the moment, it felt like 5.

I bent down to meet his lips, and as we made out, he ran his hands in my hair. I held his hips, which seemed to make him go crazy. I pulled away to lead a trail of kisses down his neck to his chest. He arched his back and sighed, and I couldn't help think of a porn star. But what 200 year old vampire watches porn? I quit thinking about that.

I felt his his hands rub at my shoulders. "Ow, watch the bandage," I said into his mouth.

"Sorry," he murmured, and he started to run his hands through my hair. He reached up and planted kisses on my neck.

Okay. That made me moan loud. I wanted to see if I could get a reaction out of him. I kissed him hard and shoved a hand down his pants. I instantly felt his hips buck up and hit mine. I smirked at his face.

I'd seen that face so many times, with an arrogant scowl or sneer. Or just a passive aggressive raised eyebrow. It was intimidating. But I'd never thought he would be so...submissive. I felt him harden. A gasp caught in his throat, but I shoved my tongue down it.

At first I didn't feel anything, but then there was a sharp sting on my lip. In the rough kissing, I had forgotten about the two little knives in Gerard's mouth. But he didn't stop me or anything. He continued kissing, especially sucking on my cut lip. It throbbed, but it didnt spoil the mood.

"Shit," he hissed in my mouth.

It it was a long time that we were kissing and rolling around on the couch. Somewhere in the mix, Gerard had rolled over and pinned me down my my hands, leaving a trail of kisses down my happy line. My jeans were too tight. With each kiss, the closer he got, I reacted more and more. He stopped there, though, and I sighed in disappointment. But he leaned back over my face, biting his lip seductivky. He leaned in closer and started making love bites on my shoulder, nothing that would break the skin. I let my head fall back, and he took advantage of that and kissed my tattoos.

"Aww, shit," I moaned and my hips bucked into Gerard's. I felt him smirk in my neck. All the times I had said I hated being bitten, I was lying. I enjoyed it. Even though it stung and I was lightheaded after, a part of me, a sick part o me, thought it was nice. I wouldn't let anybody but Gerard do it. "You can bite me," I told him. More of a plea.

and he did. Jut a short one, right at my shoulder. I felt it warm up at my shoulder as Gerard was licking the blood off, more running down my chest and staining the couch we were on.

I think I fell asleep. Gerard was still with me though. There, we were huddled up on the couch, tired after an hour or so of kissing and handjobs. We were caught off guard, really, so we didn't have lube or condoms or anything. And I didn't feel like sucking each other off woul be a good idea, because, yknow, fangs and all. But it was a nice night. And I was glad I wasn't wearing a body camera like Ray asked me to.

When te sun rose, I got up and left Gerard sleeping on the couch. He looked exhausted, but there was a faint ghost of a smile on his lips. Did that..last night...count? Was I still a virgin? I laughed under my breath. I lost my virginity to a vampire? I left a note for Gerard saying that id gone home, and that I would see him the next day. And a little doodle of a heart. Okay, I'd admit it, I was in love with the bloodsucker.

What I wasn't in love with were the huge purple bruises on his chest and stomach. I'd have to talk to him about that.

Notes

Okay finally I've been willing o write this scene forever...not sure if I like it tho.