50 Sapphire
"Um…um…oh, shit…er…oh shit!" I squealed, the game beeping loudly in my face and spraying me with water. Gerard giggled manically and passed it over, his hair making me giggle all over again.
So Gerard got his way. We were crushed into his and Mikey's conservatory, the dark night outside held at bay by blinds and the fairy lights he'd strung around them. The whole room was lit up with soft glowing lights, melding between the colours. I sat on the carpeted floor, my legs settled underneath me and Mikey sitting behind me, a hairbrush in one hair, and hairspray in the other.
True to form, each of us were wearing Powerpuff Girl PJs. Ray sat behind Gerard, attempting to braid it with the beads I'd given him, struggling with the specialised needle and getting ever more annoyed as Gerard moved his head.
"Dammit Gee!" he yelled, dropping the pink bead he'd been trying to thread into Gerard's messy but somehow plaited hair.
"That hurts!" Gerard moaned, pouting at Ray. I laughed at his cute boyish face, in his pale blue Buttercup PJs, his fingernails black and his toenails drying pink.
I aimed the machine above my head, where Mikey in his pale yellow PJs adorned with Bubbles was trying to sculpt my hair into punk spikes.
"Ok, a vegetable!"
"A carrot!"
I pointed it at Ray.
"Lettuce!"
Then at Gerard.
"Um, beans?"
Mikey again.
"Potato!"
"Pumpkin!"
"Doughnut!"
Gerard squealed as the water soaked him, causing Ray to drop the next bead he'd been trying to thread into Gerard's scruffy plait.
"Dammit Gee!"
I laughed until my sides ached, Mikey leaning on my shoulder for support. By this point, we'd had far too much Coke, too many skittles games and way too many doughnuts.
"Hey, where's Frank got to?" pointed out Ray, his two pigtails bobbing around wildly as he peered into the kitchen through the darkened door. I looked, hoping to see Frank's cute smile returning. He'd only gone to order pizza.
"I'll go check guys, get Titanic ready," I giggled, just managing to stand up. My sides ached with so much laughter. I wondered if we were keeping the Way's up, but Gerard had promised the conservatory was soundproof.
"When you find him, no fucking on my bed!" ordered Gerard sternly. I looked at him, about to fire back, but paused when I saw his dark eyes staring at me through his messy plaits, pouting in those PJs. I couldn't stop laughing.
"Ok, we'll do it in the bathroom!" I giggled; leaning on the wall for support and freeing myself from the nest of duvets, pillows and sleeping bags we'd collected to see us through the night. Around the TV in the corner sat many videos of the Powerpuff Girls, Buffy re-runs and chick flicks Gerard had insisted upon.
As I opened the door and slipped into the far cooler kitchen, my feet slapping against the cork flooring, I caught sight of the clock above the stove.
2 AM. How time flies.
"Frank?" I called, padding though the kitchen and entering the living room where the Way's kept the phone.
"Frank?"
I saw him standing by the window, the curtain held aside in his hand. I saw him silhouetted against the orange street lamp outside. His hair spiked in a Mohawk, his face turned away from me, towards the street. In the gentle light, I saw the patterns of his matching pink Blossom PJs.
"I'm here Sparkle," he whispered, not turning towards me. All he did was blink slowly. I leaned against the wall beside him, watching his profile. I wasn't scared, or even worried. Frank's sentry-like pose I had seen before. He had often sat by my window in the middle of the night, watching the night slip by until the sun rose again. But only after Him and That night.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked softly, reaching for the hand that hung limply by his side. His fingers gently responded to my touch. They were cold, stiff. Then I felt worried.
"I thought…something worried me…I didn't want to upset you, or the guys…I just needed to check," he said calmly, twisting his head to look at me. His eyes caught my half completed spikes and his sweet mouth twitched into a smirk.
"Nice hair,"
"Shut up Iero, come here and kiss me," I grinned, pulling him away from the window and into me. His hands grabbed my waist, his lips landing on mine as soon as I spoke the words. There was something special about him tonight, something about the way he thought over things that made him so mysterious and sexy even though I knew him backwards and forwards. I felt a thrill rush through my veins, tingling my flesh with goosebumps as he pushed into the cold wall. His hands travelled up my body, hitching up my PJ top slightly, fingers running over ribs. I moaned, the sensations tickling me and scratching a deep itch at the same time. Instead of travelling further, his hands ran over my arms, holding my wrists above my head and pinning them there.
At once I felt a new kind of desire. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him in me again, to fill me with those hard feelings and vibrant emotions. I wanted everything and I wanted it now. His lisp graced over my skin lightly, teasing me until I moaned again.
"You fucking tease!" I groaned, his hips grinding into mine, pushing me to a whole new edge.
"Say it again," he whispered, his face so close to mine that his breath was my breath. I fluttered my eyes open, gazing deeply into his. This was love at it's most carnal.
"You fucking tease," I growled low, bending my spine so I pushed right into him.
"Oh, Sparkle," he purred, leaning in and kissing me roughly, his tongue reaching down into my mouth with total passion. Every breath rattled my body, my muscles shaking under his touch. His hands moved to my waist again, lifting me up and out of the wall, carrying me to the couch.
Pushing me down into the soft black leather, I wriggled under his weight, unable to keep still. Instead, I flipped him over, straddling his hips and bending down to kiss his lips.
"Did you actually come out for pizza?" I breathed, kissing his lips softly and sweetly.
"Yeah, and for this," he grinned, hands on my waist. I felt him begin to harden under me, his grin telling me he didn't care that the others probably knew we were doing this. We'd been gone for long enough anyway.
My fingers trailed up his shirt, undoing the buttons out by one. My thumbs dug into his skin beneath the soft material of Blossom. With each press he moaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.
"Like it?" I teased, freeing the shirt from his chest. Before he could answer I leant down and licked his collarbones, tracing old bite marks.
"Oh yeah!" he moaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs in pleasure. I bit at his skin, playing with him and enjoying every tiny sensation.
"Now…Gerard told me…we weren't allowed…to fuck," I told him quietly, planting kisses down his pale chest, moving onto his stomach.
"But I figured…we'd find something just…as good to do," I trailed off tantalisingly, my tongue brushing over the skin between his bellybutton and where the band of his PJ bottoms started. His gasps told me he agreed with me.
"Please…" he groaned, his hands gripping the leather beneath him hard.
"You sure, baby? Is this what you want?" I teased, taking control in my hands.
"Spaaarkle!" he groaned, muscles clenching and breath gasping. I chuckled, hands gliding over the material of his pants. I ran my thumbs firmly across the waistband, marking him give a small cry. I was teasing him so badly. Hooking my thumbs, I drew down his pants and his boxers together, licking my lips. The sight that greeted me was possibly one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen, and I had no problems keeping the flow going.
