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I hadn't seen Frank for almost a week, him being busy with his job and me with mine. Having night shifts every day didn't do much for my social life.
So I was surprised, but pleased when Frank arrived in the late afternoon of my day off, knocking on my door. I quickly pulled a shirt on and ran to answer it, blushing when I saw Frank, a huge bunch of roses in his hands. “Hey.”
I bit my lip and stepped back to let him in. “You didn't have to.”
“Ah, but I did,” Frank chuckled, setting the roses on the kitchen counter and pulling me close to him. I gulped.
“Sorry, Frankie. Thank you, they're beautiful.”
He sighed and kissed my cheek. “I messed up, didn't I? What did I say?”
I blinked and looked away, Frank's knuckles brushing over my cheek.
“I'm sorry, Gee. For whatever I did. I want to take you out..”
I pulled away and started to sort the flowers out, filling up a vase. “I'm busy tonight.”
Frank took a deep breath. “Gee, honey, you're in your pajamas.”
“I'm going out later.”
He closed his eyes for a few seconds. “Okay, okay. I'll see you another time..” He started walking to the door, glancing back just as a tear rolled down my cheek. “Oh for-...Gerard, come here.”
I flinched, taking short, shallow breaths as I slunk over to Frank, not making eye contact with him.
“If something’s wrong, you have to tell me,” he murmured, pulling me into a hug. I fought him for a second, then realized he was simply rubbing my back. “Shh, Gee. You are silly,” he said gently, kissing the side of my head and hugging me tighter. “Why don't we sit down for a minute?”
I nodded shakily, walking to the couch and curling up. Frank sat down next to me, rubbing my knee lightly. “Hey. Look at me. I love you..”
I blushed and looked down at my hands. “I love you too.”
Frank smiled slightly and kissed my cheek softly. “I'm so glad, Gee. Why don't you come sit in my lap?”
“Yes Frank-”
He put a hand on my chest quickly, taking a deep breath. “Let me rephrase that. Would you like to come sit in my lap?”
I shook my head quickly and he sighed, pulling me into his side gently. I snuggled up to him, hugging his arm loosely.
“That's better,” Frank murmured softly. “Comfy?”
I nodded and he brushed my hair behind my ears slowly.
“Good. I've decided on some options for you. We can go shopping, and I'll spoil you and buy you dresses and skirts and blouses and everything women’s, or we can go for dinner and I'll spoil you with a three course meal, or I'll spoil you at home with cuddles and ice cream and movies.”
I blinked, rubbing my eyes. “The third one?”
“I thought you'd say that,” Frank hummed, rubbing the small of my back. “I need to run to the store.”
“Okay.”
“Do you need anything besides ice cream?”
I shook my head slowly and he nuzzled my jaw. “I love you.”
I just let my eyes flutter closed, letting out a soft breath. “I'll be right back..”

When Frank got back with the ice cream, I was in the bath, curled up under the water and staring at nothing. He slowly pushed the bathroom door open, smiling at me. “Hey, beautiful. Are you alright?”
I nodded slightly and he crouched down, combing his fingers through my hair.
“Would you like it if I joined you?”
I nodded again and Frank slipped his shirt off quickly, then stood up and kicked his jeans away. He slipped his boxers off a little more slowly and climbed in at the other end of the tub. I whined and he frowned. “Where do you want me?”
I slid forward a little, pointing behind me. Frank got up and shuffled around, sitting behind me and putting his legs on the outside of mine. He kissed my neck innocently, but I could feel his junk up against my back. I remembered cumming with him before and smiled to myself. I had felt safe in that instant, as my body had shuddered and shaken. I had felt safe in his arms after. I wanted that feeling back. I shifted back, lifting my ass up slightly and rubbing it against Frank's thick cock slowly.
“Ah- baby. Are you sure?” He mumbled, his dick already hardening against the small of my back.
I nodded quickly and turned around, gently pushing his shoulders down so he slid under me. I grabbed his cock and jerked my hand up and down, smiling at him sweetly until he was fully hard. He watched me happily, biting his lip ring lightly. Then his eyes widened as I spat on my fingers and shoved them up myself, trying to get at least some lubrication before I grabbed his cock and lined myself up, sinking down onto him. He threw his head back and bucked up into me, gasping.
“Ohh fuck! So fuckin’ tight..”
I purred and leaned against his chest, starting to tease him by rolling my hips, his cock sliding in and out of me just slightly. I kissed him sloppily, my mouth simply falling open against his as he started to thrust, holding my hips tightly and slamming into me. He changed angle slightly and I screamed, panting as I started to bounce in time with his thrusts, desperate to shove his cock against my prostate as he dug his nails into my hips, grinning up at me. “F-fuck yes, Gerard! J-just like that!”
I grinned to myself, knowing he wouldn't last much longer as he surged forward, biting my chest hard and gripping my sides as he continued to thrust up, this angle giving me even more stimulation. I gasped, watching him mark up my chest before he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. As soon as he bit down, I came, collapsing against him and twitching as I laid on his chest. He stayed half inside me, jerking himself off until I felt his heat splatter my insides and run out around his cock.
I let myself feel it completely; the sensation of complete and utter relaxation. Frank's strong arms wrapped around me and I let out a soft breath, the overwhelming feeling of security flooding over me. I felt like nothing could touch me as long as I laid there in my lover’s arms, feeling his heartbeat through his chest. Frank just held me for a while, his heavy breathing slowly evening out as he started to stroke my side, over and over again.
“Mm.”
He chuckled softly and kissed my cheek. “Is that good?”
I nodded, burying my face in his chest. His cock was still buried in my ass, but I could feel that he wasn't really interested anymore. I let my eyes close up, relishing the moment happily.

I shuddered and fell against Frank as I came, giggling happily when he wrapped his arms around me. “You're so beautiful, baby,” he murmured, kissing my jaw as I practically melted against his chest. “I love you,” I murmured, and he laughed. But it wasn't his normal carefree, sweet laugh. No, this one was getting more and more sinister by the second and I suddenly felt something wrap around my throat. I was dragged off the bed, hitting the floor with a loud thud as I struggled, clawing at the thick leather belt around my neck. I heard more laughing behind me and he was there, grinning at me wickedly and holding a knife. “I never loved you!” He shouted in Frank's voice. My eyes widened and I frantically tried to scramble away, but felt the knife plunge into my chest.

I woke up screaming and Frank gently grabbed my hips, shushing me softly. I started to sob, shoving his hands off me and scrambling out of bed. I tried to run out of the room, but misjudged it in the dark and slammed into the wall instead, collapsing in a heap on the floor and clutching at my chest as I convulsed, the sobs too much to bear. Light flooded the room and I saw Frank's face as he knelt down next to me, stroking my hair slowly. “Oh Gee. Oh honey, it's okay. You're bleeding, honey, can you calm down for me a little? Deep breaths..”
I tried to push his hands away but he shook his head and carefully lifted me up, cradling me in his lap as I buried myself in his chest desperately. “That's it. I'm here, little one. I love you, so so much. It's gonna be okay..”
He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck as he rocked me slowly.

I sat on the bathroom counter, letting Frank dab at the cut on my forehead. “I don't think it's bad, honey, just bleeding a lot.”
I nodded slightly, sniffling a bit. “I'm so stupid..”
“No, beautiful, you were scared. That's all..”
Frank smiled at me kindly and I shivered, looking away sharply. He ran a thumb over the scar on my chest. “What's this from, baby?”
I slapped his hand away harshly. “Don't touch it.”
“Okay..” Frank murmured, turning his attention back to my forehead calmly.
I felt sick, swaying slightly. “It's from where my second husband tried to kill me.”
Frank froze, his upper lip curling before he took a deep breath and relaxed. “One of these days, I will find him and kill him.”
I blinked and the tears ran down my cheeks slowly as I looked up at him.
“What happened?” He asked softly, holding the damp cloth against my forehead and caressing my cheek with his spare hand.
“He put his belt around my throat and he dragged me into the kitchen and then he stabbed me with a bread knife.”
Frank's nostrils flared and he leaned in, kissing me softly. “You're safe now. I won't let anyone near you ever again.”
“That's what I dreamed about..”
He nodded slightly and took the cloth away, pulling me into a tight hug. “And then he said in your voice, he said ‘I never loved you.’”
Frank tensed again, then squeezed me tighter. “It was just a dream, Gerard. I love you. I've loved you for years. I've been in love with you for years. I never want to leave you, and I'd never hurt you..”
“I kn-know...it s-scared me..”
Frank hummed softly and rubbed my back slowly. “Oh baby, I know. But I'm here now, your Frankie’s here. And I'm gonna take you to my house. Let's go pack you an overnight bag, okay?”
He pulled away from the hug, wiping my cheeks gently as I stared at him in confusion.
“A change of scenery,” he explained as he helped me down from the counter, then stuck a plaster over the cut on my forehead. “It might help keep the nightmares away, and my bed’s a bit bigger, so it's nicer for cuddles.”
I nodded slightly and Frank walked me back to the bedroom, keeping an eye on me. “Do you feel okay, baby? No concussion?”
I shook my head and sniffed. “It just stings.”
“I'm sure, you really smacked into that wall, baby. I thought maybe you had a grudge.”
I managed a giggle and Frank nuzzled the side of my head before grabbing my backpack from the closet. “Come on. Why don't you get yourself dressed while I pack? You can just put on some pajamas.”
I nodded, slowly starting to slip on the pajama pants and t shirt I’d discarded earlier. Frank got dressed as well, then swung my backpack up onto his shoulder and wrapped an arm around my waist, walking me to the front door slowly. He helped me into my wooly boots and kicked his own shoes on before opening the door and handing me my keys. “Come on.”
Frank gently led me outside and down the stairs, half carrying me to his car. I collapsed into the passenger seat and curled up, shivering. Frank got in quickly and started the car, cranking the heating up before starting to drive.
I dozed off a little on the way there, waking up when Frank carried me inside, setting me on my feet at the bottom of the stairs. I clung to his hand as he walked me up, the stairs creaking quietly underfoot. As we walked down the hallway, I heard a voice from one of the bedrooms, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
“Frank?”
Frank winced and sighed, gently leading me over to the door and opening it. Chris was sat up in bed, a book in his lap and the bedside lamp on.
“Dad, for fuck’s sake! Do you never sleep? It's three in fucking morning!”
He flipped Frank off and I giggled softly. Chris looked past his son to me and smiled.
“Hi, Gerard. You don't look too good, is everything okay?”
Frank sighed, stroking my hair slowly. “Gee had a really bad nightmare and he tried to run through a wall, so I thought I’d try bringing him here and see if it helps.”
“That's a good idea. Now go get some sleep, both of you.”
Frank rolled his eyes again and shut the door, gently ushering me down the hall to his room. I barely looked around, just stumbling to the huge, plush bed and collapsing into it. Frank chuckled and pulled my shirt and pants off, then tucked me in carefully as I grumbled. He soon slid in next to me, turning the lights off and pulling me close. I tried to sit up and Frank stroked my side. “What's wrong, Gee?”
“D-do you have a nightlight?”
Frank sighed softly and got up, turning the lights on again and rummaging around in a drawer. He plugged the nightlight into the wall and glanced back at me. I smiled sheepishly and he turned the main lights off again, walking back to me.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, and he shook his head, getting back into bed and hugging me tightly.
“Anything to make you comfortable.”
I purred and buried my face in his chest, letting my eyes slip closed and my body relax.

Frank grinned as he bumped the spoon against my lips. I opened my mouth obediently, purring happily as he fed me the ice cream. He gently pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “I love that little purr of yours.”

I purred again and he pulled me into a soft kiss, his fingers sliding into my hair.
I shifted and groaned softly. My head hurt really badly. I curled up and felt Frank's arm snake around my waist as he grunted sleepily. “You okay?”
“It hurts..”
He gently rolled me over to face him, sighing softly. “I'll go get you some ibuprofen, baby.”
I watched him go, feeling a little guilty that I was so much trouble. When he came back, he helped me sit up and watched carefully as I took the pills. “There we go, baby. Just lay still.”
Frank walked around the room, pulling the curtains and cutting out most of the sunlight. He wandered back to me and leaned down, kissing my lips softly. “No more nightmares?”
I smiled sleepily. “I had a nice dream. You fed me ice cream and kissed me.”
“Hmm, I think I'll have to recreate that one later, but in the meantime, I'm gonna go make you some breakfast and sort Chris out, okay? Try and get a little more rest.”
Frank gently shook me, helping me sit up as he placed the tray in my lap. There was a steaming mug of mint tea, a huge Belgian waffle with cream and strawberries, and a big glass of water.
“You gotta drink all the water, sweetie,” Frank murmured, sitting down next to me.
“Where's yours?” I mumbled sleepily. He kissed my cheek. “I already had mine with Chris. I wanted you to sleep for a while.”
I nodded slightly and dug in, unable to resist. Strawberries and cream was one of my favorite things. As soon as I'd finished, Frank handed me my phone. “Call in sick, baby. We’re gonna have a nice day together. Is that headache any better?”
“A lot,” I smiled softly, thanking him as he took the tray away.
“Good. Why don't you lie down for another hour and then I'll take you out shopping?”
I frowned tiredly. “But I don't like you spending money on me,” I mumbled childishly.
“Too bad,” Frank smiled, kissing my forehead gently. “You need some new clothes, love. We don't have to go to expensive places, I promise. I wanna be your sugar daddy, I wanna spoil you. I really do, because I just want you to be happy.”
“I'm happy now,” I protested quietly and he kissed me.
“I know, but...I just like buying you things, Gerard. I liked it when we were younger, but I couldn't afford much. Now I can and I want to give it to you.”
I sighed, realizing that I was definitely losing. “Okay, but...just stuff I need.”

Frank grinned at me as I set the bags down in the hallway, giggling. I'd bought way more than I'd intended, but Frank had just smiled and encouraged me quietly. He'd paid for it all at the end, and I felt horribly guilty, but he just smiled at me and told me how much fun he'd had.
Now he swept me up in his arms, raining kisses down on my cheeks and forehead. “Mm...I love you, Geebear. I do. So so much..”
I purred softly and he pulled me even closer to him, grinning at me. “Come on. I got you some presents while you weren't looking..”
He took my hand gently and helped me carry everything upstairs, opening the door to a different room. “Gee, honey. I know it's really quick and all, and I want you to know that I won't be angry at all if you say no, but I'm offering you the chance to move in with me. You can have your own room and everything.”
I blinked at him, sniffling. “A-are you sure?”
Frank nodded and kissed my cheek softly. “Of course.”
I bit my lip lightly. “Frankie...can I think about it?”
He nodded again and smiled down at me. “Go ahead and get all those dresses hung up, though. You can use all the closet space, yeah? And when you're all done, come to my room and I'll show you those presents.”

I pushed the door open slowly, gasping when I saw the bed was covered with wrapped gifts. “Frankie!”
He smiled at me from near the bed, gesturing for me to walk over to him. I bounced over and hugged him tightly, giggling happily. “I hate you, Frankie, you're too nice to me!”
“Most of them are for me too. And some of them...some of them are kind of...for later? They're more something I’d get you later down the line in our relationship, but I want you to get an idea of how I see us being.”
I blinked, thoroughly confused. “Um. Okay. Which should I open first?”
“Pick one, love.”
I picked up a small, flat box, undoing the pink ribbon and lifting the lid. My eyes lit up and I grinned, pulling out one of the pairs of silk panties. “Oh Frankie! They're beautiful!” I grinned, and he pushed some of the presents aside, sitting down on the bed and pulling me down next to him.
“That's kind of for both of us,” he chuckled. I blushed and kissed his jaw softly. Before I could say anything else, he put another box in my hands, this one more square and heavier. I opened it, smiling at the array of chocolate truffles. “Frankie..”
He stroked my hair back from my face gently. “You still like chocolate, right?”
I blushed again and nodded quickly. “Yes! Yes, I do, Frankie.”
“Good,” he hummed, kissing my temple softly and giving me another box.
This one was more lingerie, but soft and white and lacy, a pair of sexy shorts and a thin spaghetti strap top that just showed my skin through the fine, silky mesh. “It's beautiful, Frankie..” I mumbled, feeling like I was about to cry. “I-I’m...it’s too pretty for me..”
Frank tutted and shook his head. “No, baby. If anything, you're too pretty for it.”
I looked up at him, his face blurred with my tears. “I'm disgusting,” I whispered shakily. Frank's jaw dropped and he stared at me briefly.
“Who told you that? Huh?”
I flinched back and he cupped my face in his hands. “Whoever told you that was a fucking arsehole and was trying to mess with you, Gerard. Anyone with eyes would tell you that you're beautiful. You have the perfect eyes, perfect lips, and you've got these perfect curves. You're the most stunning thing I've ever seen.”
The tears spilled over and ran down my cheeks as Frank talked, his thumbs coming up and swiping the tears away. “Come on. Put it on, go on. I want you to try it on. Please?”
I nodded slightly and he kissed me softly, helping me stand up and slowly undressing me, kissing my skin every now and then. As soon as I was naked, he carefully pulled the shorts up over my hips, doing up the little bow at the front before pulling the top on over my head and leading me over to the mirror. My eyes widened and I sniffed. “Oh fuck..”
Frank grinned smugly, rubbing the small of my back as I turned slightly, admiring myself. “Oh Frankie..”
“You look like an angel, beautiful,” he purred, leaning over and kissing my neck softly. “You really do.”
I leaned back against him, sniffing again as he slid his hand under the shirt, spreading his fingers on my stomach. “Come on. We should open the others.”
I nodded and bit my lip softly, following him back to the bed. He handed me a familiar looking box and I opened it to find a beautiful light pink version of what I was wearing. “Ooh...I like pink,” I giggled happily. Frank nuzzled my cheek and kissed my temple. “I know, baby..”
He handed me one last, rather large box. “Now, Gee. This one is for later, okay?” He said firmly, looking at me. I nodded and smiled at him nervously, carefully tugging the wrapping off the big black case. I frowned, opening it carefully and nearly dropping the whole thing. Frank rubbed my shoulder quickly. “Gee, baby..” I looked at him, sniffling again. “I wanted you to know that I'm planning for us to trust each other. Entirely. I know we’ll get there one day, and then we’ll be able to play with some of this stuff. You don't need to panic because this is going to stay in my closet until you ask for it.”
I blinked, looking back down at the BDSM kit and running my fingers over it. There were vibrators, dildos, beads, cock rings and cages, handcuffs, and a ball gag. And..
I snatched the whip out of the box and tossed it away from me. Frank nodded slightly. “I wasn't gonna use that anyway, love.”
I looked at him and he smiled sadly. We just looked at each other for a couple seconds, understanding one another. We both had whip scars.
“I've used cock rings before..” I mumbled, biting my lip. “And I really like beads. Um...what are these?”
I pointed to a set of small, thin metal rods. Frank cleared his throat.
“Those are sounding rods, beautiful. Not really my thing.”
I nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. I tugged the cock ring, the largest vibrator, and the largest set of beads from the box and set them aside before closing the case and handing it back to Frank. I smiled at him shyly and he shook his head. “God, I love you.” I blushed and he kissed me gently.
“Gee...I was thinking, love...and what kind of belt did your ex have?”
I blinked at him, swallowing hard. “Brown leather with a big silver buckle.”
Frank nodded slightly. “I'm getting rid of mine, okay?”
I flung my arms around his neck and he rubbed my back slowly as I buried my face in his neck. “You mean more to me than almost anything else,” he murmured. I giggled and slapped his shoulder lightly.
“Almost?”
Frank tilted his head. “There's Chris,” he pointed out gently. “But you mean just as much to me as he does. So yes. Almost.”
I smiled slightly and kissed him briefly. “I can live with that.”

I leaned against Frank's chest as he kissed me softly, his arms wrapped around my waist loosely. “I'll see you soon, beautiful. Call me if you get any nightmares.”
I nodded, edging through my apartment doorway. “Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too..”
I blew him a kiss before shutting the door and sighing to myself. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and dialed Pete quickly.
“Oh my God. Tell me everything about your day,” Pete grinned as soon as he answered. I giggled softly.
“It was perfect. He took me shopping and he really really spoiled me, and I felt kind of guilty, but he said he liked spending money on me, so I dunno...but then he gave me a bunch of presents too like sexy underwear and lingerie and chocolates and we kind of just lounged in his bed all day and he fed me chocolate and he touched me a few times, but it wasn't sexual..”
“What do you mean?”
I took a deep breath. “Well, he was talking about how he liked me before and after my surgery and he was just kind of touching me through my underwear and it felt really good, but like...good because he was talking about loving me. Not good cause he was touching me.”
“Oh, I get it. That's so cute!”
I blushed and smiled to myself, running a hand through my hair. “He says he wants to be my sugar daddy.”
“Holy fuck. Marry him.”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled, sitting down at my dressing table and wiping my makeup away. “Yeah, cause that worked out well the first two times.”
“Ah, you know what I mean,” Pete hummed, and I could hear a crash in the background. “Sorry, your brother is trying to cook dinner and it’s already a disaster.”
“Mhm,” I answered matter-of-factly. “He burns toast.”
“I know...I should probably go and make sure he's not setting the house on fire..”
“Well, I needed to talk to him anyway, why don't you pass me over and I'll keep him busy while you fix it?”
Pete laughed softly. “Perfect.”
A couple minutes later, Mikey mumbled a sullen ‘hello.’
“Hi Mikes,” I murmured. “Pete doesn't mind that you can't cook.”
“I know. I just wanted to do something nice for him. Anyway, how was Frank today?”
“Well..” I took a deep breath. “I kind of wanted to talk about that, actually. He asked me to move in with him.”
“What the fuck?”
“I know, I know, but his house is really nice...he said I could have my own room..”
“No, Gee. Don't even consider it, not yet. I know he won't hurt you, but you need to spend more time together before you do that.”
I got up to start getting ready for work, sighing quietly. “He was so sweet to me today, Mikey. He took me shopping..and I had a nightmare last night and when I told him about it, he said he'd get rid of his belt cause it's like the one...he had.”
“That's awesome, Gee, and really cute, but it doesn't mean you're ready to move in together. Give it a little more time. Frank isn't going anywhere.”

I was just serving my last few drinks of the night when a tall guy with a scruffy beard and a few grey hairs walked over, smirking at me. “Hey hot stuff.”
I didn't look at him. “What would you like to drink?”
“Mm, well, I can think of a few things,” he growled, leaning on the bar and trying to touch my jaw. I pushed his hand away lightly. “Please don't touch me..”
I walked off down the bar, starting to clean up the counters, but he followed me, watching me with hungry eyes. It wasn't the type of hungry I saw in Frank's eyes. Frank always looked like he'd turned up at a five star restaurant and was looking at a plate of the most delicious food in the world. This guy looked like he'd been starving for weeks and someone had offered him Burger King.
I tried to take deep breaths, but my heart rate was going nuts. I touched Darren, my fellow bartender, on the shoulder, muttering something about checking the kitchens before slipping out from behind the bar. Before I could get through the kitchen door, I felt the man's hand on my ass, his nails digging in. Without thinking, I whipped around and punched him in the face, then bolted out of the bar.

I sat in my car, finally getting the tears to stop coming as I continued to take deep, but ragged breaths. A tapping on the window made me jump and I looked up at my boss, sighing quietly. I got out of the car, blinking slowly. He looked furious and I knew what was about to happen.
“Gerard, you know for a fact I don't like you much. But I put that aside because you're an amazing bartender and all the customers like you. I can't let you get away with punching a customer, and I don't want to-”
“But he grabbed my ass,” I said slowly. “After I told him to leave me alone. That's sexual assault.”
My boss shrugged. “Sorry, Gerard, you're fired.”
I flipped him off and got back into the car. “Fuckin’ arse.” I started my car and buckled my seatbelt, driving out of the parking lot. My hands were shaking, my breath quick and rough.
I didn't know where to go, but I knew I wanted a drink. Very very badly. Too badly.
I made a decision and floored it down the road.

As I knocked on Frank's door, I started to feel less and less sure of my plan. It was nearly two, and he was sure to be asleep.
You shouldn't wake him up, he'll get so angry.
I was just about to walk back to my car when Frank opened the door, squinting at me.
“Gerard?”
I turned slowly, suddenly apprehensive. “I'm sorry, Frank..”
He was shirtless, watching me sleepily. “What's going on?”
“I'm going home, I shouldn't have woken you..”
“No, Gee. You're here now,” he murmured, rubbing his eyes. “Come on. It's freezing and you don't have a coat. Come inside..”
I sniffed, taking a slow step towards him.
“Gee, before I change my mind, come on! My nipples are about to fall off..”
I managed a tiny smile as he gently pulled me into the house, kissing my cheek. “Geez, you're cold. Come upstairs, do you want me to run you a bath?”
I nodded slightly and Frank turned, holding my hand tightly as he led me up the stairs and into the huge master bathroom. He started the tap and turned to me. “What's going on, hon? You look upset,” he murmured, cupping my face in his hands. I shrugged.
“I got fired.”
Frank's eyes widened and he nodded. “Why's that?”
I looked away and shrugged again. “This guy was being all creepy and he grabbed my ass so I punched him. My boss fired me mostly cause he doesn't like me.”
Frank rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Jerk. Don't worry about it, okay? I can always find you a job..”
I blushed and nodded slightly, running a hand through my hair tiredly. Frank stepped forward and started unbuttoning my shirt slowly. “You're so beautiful, Gerard. You are.”
There was that hunger again, his pupils expanding and masking the deep green of his irises. I didn't even shiver.
As Frank pulled the shirt off my shoulders, I took a sharp breath in, the cold air hitting my bare chest.
“Here. Let's get you undressed a little quicker,” Frank mumbled, unzipping my jeans and helping me get them off. He smiled at the panties I was wearing, one of the pairs he'd given me. “I'm glad they fit you.”
I smiled and slipped them down, kicking them away before stepping into the tub and sinking down into the warm water with a soft sigh. Frank knelt down and leaned on the tub, smiling at me. “Are you feeling alright?”
I shrugged and blew him a kiss. “I didn't really like that job anyway.”
“Okay.”
Silence fell, but Frank broke it a few minutes later.
“Gee?”
“Mhm?”
“Are you gonna tell me more about your husbands?”
I sighed and shook my head slightly. “Not right now.”
“Okay.”
“But I should probably tell you I'm a recovering alcoholic,” I mumbled, surprising myself.
“Okay,” Frank nodded, tracing his fingertips along my jaw.
“That's why I came here,” I muttered, looking away from him. “Cause I knew I was gonna get drunk otherwise.”
He kissed my cheek softly, brushing my hair behind my ears. “I'm sorry, Gee. But I'm always here for you, honey. Even at two in the morning. If you need me, you just gotta call.”
I smiled sadly, sniffing. “You're too good for me, Frankie.”
“No, I'm exactly as good as you deserve,” Frank grinned, kissing me briefly. “I love you, little one.”

I ran my hand up and down Frank's arm, studying his tattoos. Light was streaming in through the windows, but he was still sleeping soundly, his arm wrapped tight around my waist. I smiled to myself, running my hand up to his bicep. He'd been toned in high school, but now he had muscles. They weren't huge or overly in your face, but I could see them when he wrapped his arms around me or when he'd just gotten out of the shower and water was glistening on his skin.
For some reason, it made me feel safe. Yes, he could beat the shit out of me, but he could also beat the shit out of anyone who tried to touch me. I had a feeling I knew which one was more likely to happen.
Frank's phone rang and he groaned loudly, kissing my back through the lacy white top. “Sorry, baby.”
“S’okay. I was already awake,” I hummed as he sat up, answering the phone.
“Um, what the actual fuck?” He snapped, squeezing my hip before slipping out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, I could hear him shouting and flinched, curling up tightly.
“Why the fuck not? You have that prescription on auto renewal! It's not that fucking hard! So you're seriously fucking telling me that I won't get them until next fucking week? I'm gonna tell your fucking manager, you stupid piece of shit!”
I heard a loud thud and I jumped again, pulling the covers over my head. Frank swore quietly and everything went quiet for a few seconds. Then I could hear footsteps coming towards me and I curled up tighter. Frank's hand landed on my side and I squeaked softly, trying to wriggle away.
“Hey, baby, no,” Frank soothed, pulling the covers away from my head so I could see him. “Shh, I'm not angry with you, honey. It's alright..”
I sniffed and he leaned over, kissing my cheek softly. “Gee, they messed up my meds, honey, that's all. I'm gonna have to go without them for a few days, so you might need to-”
He was interrupted by my phone ringing, and he handed it to me, stroking my hair. I answered it, sniffling.
“Y-yeah?”
“Your boss just called,” my landlord growled. “You're behind on two months of rent and you just lost your fucking job. Come and pick up your stuff before I throw it in the fucking garbage.”
I hung up and stared at nothing for a while, barely feeling Frank's fingers on my cheek as he tried to comfort me.
Frank watched as I unpacked the last box in his spare bedroom. “Are you sure you don't want to go stay with Mikey?”
I nodded, but it was a lie. I was scared, I didn't know what would happen when Frank's medication wore off, but I knew it could be bad. On the other hand, I was morbidly curious. I wanted to see what would happen and I wanted to see Frank at his worst. He crouched down next to me, rubbing my shoulder slowly. “Gerard, look at me.”
I blinked at him expressionlessly.
“I'm gonna get angry and irritable, and I'm gonna be a huge pain in the ass...but I won't hurt you. I love you, Gerard. So fucking much, and I want you to know that. I might shout at you and I might swear at you, but I love you, and once I get my pills, I'll be okay again. I promise. And Chris will be here most of the time, too. He’ll sit with you if you're worried, okay?”
I nodded slightly, trying to take deep breaths. Frank pulled me into a gentle hug, rubbing my back slowly. “God, I love just hugging you,” he mumbled softly. “Just holding you feels so good.”
“I love you, Frankie..”

Notes

I hope you like the longer chapter, and yes, there will be a little trouble in the next one...
I'm all set to finish this story today, and I'm kind of excited about it. I'm ready to start a new project and I think you guys will really love the ending ;)