WILLOW'S POV

Oh my God. Had we had…? No…no of course not. Yet I couldn't remember. Vague memories danced about in my head. Kissing. I'd kissed Gerard. After all the time of wanting to kiss him, I'd managed to. But I'd been drunk at the time, and I couldn't recall how it had felt. I could've kicked myself. As I strained my brain to bring back last nights events, memories propped up. Gee….carrying me...upstairs…both laughing….both giggling…a bed…..this bed…kissing….touching… I began to quiver with exhilaration. It had felt so good. Oh God, I started remembering it sketchily…

"Gee," I sighed as he ran his hands up my sides. He kissed me from my neck down to my stomach. My hands held his shoulders.

He stared into my eyes, like he was staring deep into my soul. I shivered. He pulled me close to him and I brought my lips to his again. I pushed myself onto him hard, causing him to fall back onto the soft bed. Being only in swim suits, we were basically naked anyway.

His hands stealthily unlatched my bikini and he threw it on the floor. He gawped at me for a second, then went back to hungrily and passionately making out with me.

We were both naked now. He leant over me and I trembled. I wanted this. So fucking bad. Gerard and I…together. I ran my hands through his hair. We manoeuvred so he could get to me. As he leant into me I grabbed the bed sheets and gripped them firmly with my hands. I breathed out hard and sighed loudly. He went in again and I-

I gasped. My hand flew to my mouth. Gee stirred. I froze. His eyes flickered open and he yawned. Then he looked at me. I was sitting up in bed with some of the covers covering my chest, but obviously he could see my naked side, and almost my breast. His eyes widened.

"W-w-willow?" he stuttered. "Why are you na-…" he froze and I saw realisation in his eyes, "…why am I naked?" I couldn't speak. He couldn't remember yet. He sat up. I watched as I saw the cogs work in his brain behind his beautiful hazel eyes. He put the pieces together in his mind. I sat there and let him work it out. After a few moments, he glanced up at me again, eyes even wider. "…Oh!" I nodded and gulped. Did he regret it? We both blushed deeply. "Erm…last night…did we….erm…ya know…?" Still unable to speak, I plainly nodded again. We stared at each other. "Do you….remember it all?" he asked.

"Most of it," I replied, my voice rough and full of sleep still. He nodded.

"Me too….Damn," he growled. "I wished we'd been sober. So I could remember every last detail. Properly." I felt the same.

"So do I," I agreed, nodding yet again. Wariness in my eyes, I began to crawl over to him. He blinked at me, a soft red glowing in his cheeks. He sat there like that until I was kneeling right in front of him. "Maybe our first kiss…" I began, placing my hand behind his neck. I felt his hairs prickle on the back of it. "…should have been a little like this." I leant forward and gently placed my lips on his. It was so tender and so full of emotion that when we broke apart after just a few seconds and gazed into his eyes, I knew that he didn't regret the night before. His eyes were full of happiness and passion. Finally. A kiss to remember. He leant back in and kissed me again, but this time it didn't stop. We instantly wrapped our arms around each other. I suddenly didn't care that I was naked. Our mouths moved together in perfect synchronisation, and our tongues kissed inside. He pulled me on top of him and we were very nearly repeating what we couldn't properly remember from last night. But I didn't care. Neither did he. I just felt so…right with him. I felt ecstatic. This was who I had been waiting for. But never doubt that I hadn't loved Frank. I had. He had been everything to me at one point. But there was one thing he wasn't. He wasn't this. He wasn't…Gerard. His hands were all over me, making me shiver. I sighed as his touch made me tingle.

"Willow…" he breathed, kissing my neck. That was when there was a knock at the door.

"Shit!" I squeaked and immediately dove under the covers and froze. The door creaked open.

"Gee?" A pause. "Ah! Found you! Finally! I mean, everyone…they're everywhere!" It was Mikey. "I found Ray asleep on a table, Bob asleep in the bath…it's crazy! The whole party was crazy! There are still a few people here asleep. There's still a few people I haven't found. Frank and Willow…Have you any idea where they are?" I felt him freeze.

"No," he replied quickly, in a sort of strangled voice.

"Oh. Well, you never know! Maybe they got back together! How great would that be?" he said happily. I tensed. So did Gee. I saw his fist clench under the sheets.

"It'd be just peachy," he almost growled.

"Well, if you see either of them when you come out, make sure their ok. From what I saw, they were both pretty drunk last night!" The door shut. I slid up out of the covers. He was frowning.

"…You ok?" I touched his still-clenched fist under the bed covers.

"Yeah," he stopped frowning as much. "It's just…it's obvious everyone wants you and Frank back together…"

"Does it matter what other people think? It's me and you now, buddy. Me and you." He turned his head and looked at me. He smiled.

"So, I guess, we're…"

"Dating? I guess so," I grinned back. His eyes lit up. He leant forward and kissed me again.

"I love you," he whispered. My heart jumped. "I always have. Sometimes so bad it hurt me to see you and Frank together…" He avoided my gaze. "Not that I wasn't happy for you guys. I was just so…so jealous…" I cupped his face in my hands.

"I love you, Gerard Way. Always have done." He looked up, wide-eyed.

"What? But you and Frank-"

"I can't help what I feel, Gee. It's true. Doesn't mean I didn't love Frank. But I always knew…deep down…that it was you. You that I wanted." He didn't speak for a moment.

"If Frankie ever heard you say that…" he began. I blinked some tears onto my eye lashes.

"I know," I choked. I stroked away the tears.

"I understand. But…that was the reason for the break-up, wasn't it? He…he found out…" he asked. My heart thudded hard against my chest. I nodded.

"Yes…" I almost whispered.

"Why not keep our relationship quiet for a while? You know, until the time's right?" he suggested, rubbing my arm softly. I hugged him.

"I think that's the best thing to do."