I yawned and cuddled up to a warm body next to me. I drearily opened my eyes to see a very naked Gerry still asleep and softly snoring. I squeaked and quickly lifted the sheets to reveal a still-clothed me. I was only in my bra and underwear, but I sighed in relief nonetheless. I snuggled up to him, ashamed with myself that I'd think that Gerry, the one I loved more than anything in the world, would take advantage of me, after promising me, and knowing my vow of staying chaste until my wedding night. Of course, muses didn't count to this rule.
A while later, I felt a pair of eyes burning holes into the top of my head. I opened my eyes and found a pair of green-grey eyes gazing down upon my own.
"Mornin' m'love. How ar' yeh? Feelin' better?" he asked tenderly, swiping a piece of hair behind my ear. I gazed back lovingly into his eyes, and wove my arms around his neck, drawing him closer.
"I am now that I'm in your arms, where I belong," I said in return, placing a lingering kiss onto his lips. His five-o'clock shadow tickled my chin as I felt him deepen the kiss. I grinned into his mouth and pulled away. He knew I liked that look on him best, and he often only shaved once every two days. I noticed his hair had grown a bit since I'd last seen him, and I greatly approved. I always said his longer hair framed his face better. I always thought he looked best in the morning, however, with the slight bags under his eyes and his pupils still large from the dark.
"I love you so much; you know that?" I said, caressing his cheek and trailing my hand down to rest on his chest.
"Did ye know Tha' I love ye so much tha' I of'en think mah heart's gonna just berst whenever I see yeh?" he returned, placing another kiss on my lips, only more hungry than before.
"Yeah well, you deserve it you dirty rotten pirate thief. It's bad enough you stole my heart," I mumbled into his mouth while he chuckled and rolled over, hovering above me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. Right as things started heating up, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten dinner the night before. I moaned and clutched my stomach. Gerry lifted himself up on his elbows and looked down at me in concern.
"Are ye okey? Is ther' som'thin' I can get yeh?" he asked, laying a hand gently upon my cheek, and rolling over beside me. I was so touched by his never-ending kindness and compassion, and I still found it hard to believe I'd found love. "Do yeh wont some breakfahst in bed?" he asked, starting to get up. I waited until he got up, leaving me with a rather lovely glimpse of his finely-toned ass before sitting up and placing my arms around his waist, with my face in the center of his back.
"I'd like to have you for breakfast," I purred, pulling him back toward me. To my delight, he whipped around, his lips crashing onto my already-bruised lips. He rolled me onto my back, and was soon on top of me again, making me rethink my morals. I wanted so much for this: to become one with the one I loved, to become one for all time with the only man I'd ever loved and would ever love. Somehow, mustering up all my courage, strength, and will, I managed to say no. I'd made a vow to myself and to God that I'd stay a virgin until marriage, and so help me God, I'd keep it.
With one last sorrowful moan, I pulled away.
"I can't do this. You know I promised to stay a virgin until marriage, and if we go any further, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself. I'm think I'm going to get something to eat and attempt to cool down," I said despairingly, noting the glazed, almost primal look in his eyes. I slipped out from underneath him, and headed for the kitchen. I fanned myself off and closed my eyes, bumping into a familiar body. My eyes widened and so did his, at seeing each other's present state.
"Gerry! How'd you get ahead of me?" I asked, thoroughly confused.
"Gerry? Who's this Gerry, Mintie?" It was Marek. I slammed my head into my palm. I didn't have the time, patience, or will to hold off sex with Gerry or a Gerry-muse for much longer.
"Marek, you need to go back to the other room, and not come out until I say. You or any other of the muses. My gosh, and hurry. I can't wait much longer," He looked at me with a peculiar look on his face.
"Why? Wut's wrong?" he asked, concern obvious in his eyes.
"My gosh! Why do you always have to ask questions! Just go and do what I say, damnit!" I stormed past him into the kitchen and grabbed some cheesy scrambled eggs Carson had left on the stove for me. He'd just left for a date with Jacques. I remember him mentioning something about Adi's wardrobe. As I shoveled my favorite food into my mouth, ravenously inhaling it, I realized what a total bitch I'd been to Marek. Yes, I had had to get him out of there so Gerry wouldn't freak at:
1. seeing another man in my suite, and
2. seeing that the other man looked just like him.
I quickly finished my eggs, and went to the sink to hand wash the plate. I could always thing better and clearer when I was washing dishes. My mind was going over this morning's previous events. I was seriously losing it. I had to get married sooner than planned, get away for a while, or call off the engagement. I gulped loudly as my thoughts returned to the morning's events.
"Why you li'le vixen. You leave me for the sponge-scrubber," I heard from behind me as a pair of arms snaked their way around my waist. I found I had been absent-mindedly stroking the handle of the sponge-scrubber, and I immediately dropped it, blushing.
"My gosh! You're like the Phantom of the Opera; always there in my mind and doing this to me!" I grumbled, not really minding. His hips were pressed firmly against my back, and I felt that he hadn't "cooled off" from his "situation" yet.
"Always doin' wut?" he said teasingly, running his hand up my hips, then along the sensitive part of my neck along the collarbone. I shivered and wiped my hands on a towel.
"You know just what I'm talking about Gerard," I said, pronouncing his name correctly for once in my life. His face grew semi-solemn. He knew that I was serious when I didn't use his nickname, and attempted to say his full name. He raised an eyebrow.
"My gosh! You're SUCH an Erik!" I said exasperatingly, but smiling at the same time. My gosh, he was so very handsome. My eyes trailed downward over his full lips with their sideways smirk, past his perfectly-toned chest with just the right amount of hair, over his washboard abs that weren't overly chiseled, and my eyes stopped at the top of his belly button. I reached out my finger and traced down his "treasure trail", looking up and smirking into his already glazed eyes. I knew what the basic man's anatomy looked like; I'd been in health classes andstudied human anatomy. I knew what he looked like naked, but I'd never seen him in the daylight, perfectly naked in all his splendor, and fully erect on top of that. All phangirls at one time or another notice the size of his hands and how large they were, but nothing could have prepared me for the mere size of him. The enormity of the situation, let alone him, smacked me in the face and I ripped my hand away.
"What am I thinking! I really do love you, but I've got to go now. I need some time to think," I said as confused tears flooded from my eyes. I ran out of the suite in my underwear and bra, not caring who saw me, and ran blindly into someone. I opened my eyes to see a blurry Sarah. She saw my tears and instantly hugged me, ushering me into her room, and quickly forming a sister-to-sister talk in her greatly impressing mind.
(A/N-So…What does everybody think? Yes, I DID update, and, shockingly, it is NOT a sign of the apocalypse! Please R&R! Love you all, especially Cricket, Sarah, and Rennie-me!)