one-shot Frerard - really not sure about this one, it's kind of schmaltzy... it is part of a longer fic I made up in my head, but couldn't be bothered to write it down, but I think this works on...
I didn’t even notice he had woken up until I felt fingers on my cheeks, brushing away my tears. He sat up and put his arms around me, his touch causing bittersweet feelings to rush through me. How long had he been awake? How long had he seen me watching him?
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his breath tickling my cheek.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, too quickly. His bright eyes bore into my skull, seeing past my fragile mask. I could not his from those perfect eyes. “I’m, sorry,” I whispered.
“What for?” Of course he hadn’t realised, his self esteem was far too low, he’d never have guessed. But I had to tell him. Though the rejection would probably kill me, he had to know.
There, I had said it. Suddenly suicide seemed a very good idea, I had enough pills at home, it couldn’t hurt worse than this. I turned away so he wouldn’t read the pain in my eyes, but his hands were on my cheeks, turning my face back towards him.
“I love you,” he said simply. Then he leant forward and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me softly. For a moment I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. What did oxygen matter when his sweet lips were against mine? Then as movement gradually returned to me I responded to his kiss, working my lips against his. He bit me gently, causing my mouth to open and his tongue slid out to meet mine. I moaned with pleasure as his sweet taste filled me and I leaned in closer to him. Eventually I pulled away, gasping for air. He lay down, pulling me next to him, holding my hand in his, He didn’t try to do anything more, for which I was surprisingly grateful. There would be time for that later; but right now this was enough. Lying there hand in hand, heart in heart; that was all I’ll ever need.