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I sat and stared at the phone for hours after Gerard hastily left. I passed
the time while I wasn't staring at the phone re-arranging the furniture (which
finally ended up back in its original position). At about ten that night, I made
my mind up.

I rummaged around the bag I'd slung into my bedroom when we'd gotten back,
finally finding a crumpled piece of paper. I was useless at remembering phone
numbers, so it had all important ones on. Dashing back to the sofa, I grabbed
the phone and started dialling.

Someone picked up on the fourth ring.

"What?" Someone asked groggily.

"Have you just woken up? It's, like, ten at night!" I asked Mikey.
There was a frustrated sigh.

"I needed my sleep after spending a night wondering where my brother
was..." I giggled nervously. "I mean, he had to be with you, but it
wasn't the only possibility in my head," I coughed.

"Well, speaking of your brother...Can I speak to him?" There was a lot
of grumbling before a distant call:

"'Rard! Phone for ya!"

"Who is it?" Came another distant voice.

"Sam!" There was a lot of banging before a breathless Gerard spoke
down the phone.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hey Uhh-"

"We need to talk," I laughed slightly.

"Just what I was about to say"

"Well...I'd like to say I'd come round yours, but that's risking
it..." I thought a moment.

"How about Starbucks?" I said, smiling.

"Yeah, that'll do!"

"I thought you'd like that,"

"That I do! So I'll see you there in ten, 'kay?" I nodded before
realising I had to answer.

"Yeah, that's fine. See ya," The line went dead and I hung the phone
up. Taking a few deep breaths, I grabbed my coat, purse and keys, hoisting my
jeans up slightly and adjusting my purple halter neck before dashing through the
door.

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Starbucks...

I had to avoid the woman behind the counter after I'd been fired and told never
to grace their door again.

Maybe I got into a few arguments...and made a few order mistakes...and crapped
up a few other people's orders too...

Serving the public just isn't my forte.

I cringed as I spotted Gerard, sat in a particularly smoke filled part. Not that
I had a problem with the smoking it was just I never appreciated sitting near
him when smoking. But the talk was more important, so I forced myself to sit
next to him.

"Hey," he greeted, placing a hand as discreetly as possible on my knee
under the table. I smiled up at him, leaning my head back slightly.

"Do you wanna go first, or shall I?" He thought a moment, taking a
drag out of the cigarette.

"Me," I nodded, sighing (while trying not to inhale too deeply).
"We both know what we told Mikey and Bob is bull, right?" I nodded.
"So...we need to figure out just what our problem is with it - us - going
public," He sounded like he'd already searched his brain several times for
an answer, but not found one.

I thought hard in the silence that followed his statement, but I couldn't find
one either. I smiled as one plausible thought did cross my mind.

"Maybe..." I began, biting my bottom lip slightly. "Maybe
the...'relationship' has more appeal if it..." I huffed, unsure how to
carry on.

"If it seems like taboo?" He finished, obviously amused. I smiled.

"Not what I meant, but alright, if you think that," I thought a moment
longer. "What I was going to say, I think, was that it has more appeal if
it's less like everything else in your life, or mine for that matter," I
saw, from the corner of my eye, Gerard nodding. "But that gives us a
problem,"

"What?" His head turned to me as he set the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Rock star plus personal life equals zilch," He sighed.

"I suppose you're right,"

"You suppose?"

"All right, you're right like always,"

"Good boy," There was another silence, during which there was a
clattering of a coffee cup being dropped. "So, since we seem to be decided
it's pointless to keep quiet..." I took a deep breath, but soon regretted
it as smoke infiltrated my lungs, causing me to cough lightly. "Are we
ready to..." I gave in being tentative about my words. I sat up and faced
him. "Look, I like what we've got, it's nice, but do we want to say it
could be more than a fling?" He looked into my eyes, apparently confused
slightly. I sighed. "I mean, If it does go public, it can't seem like a
silly fling between lead singer and make-up artist, because the press,"
Someone wandered past the table and I paused, lowering my voice when I carried
on. "The press will pick up on it like that," I waved my hand to
gesture how quickly they'd pick it up. He opened his mouth. "And for my
sake, for my very girly side's sake, please don't just say it, mean it," He
thought a moment, eyes scanning the shop.
Finally he looked back at me.

"I think it could be more than a fling," He said quietly. I waited,
almost sensing there was more. "You're nice you're...funny, kind - thought
probably not everyone thinks that - you do only good for me. And you get on with
the rest of the band, which considering you were someone we picked up out of a
record store is pretty good. Most people have one favourite and that's it,"
I took everything in. He sounded genuine enough. I let a small smile creep on my
face before I stood up.

"Then consider yourself one fling less and consider yourself-"

"A girlfriend more?" He looked up and my small smile broke out into a
large grin. I nodded.

"Yeah, why not?" A lop-sided grin appeared on his face and I turned,
glad to be leaving the smoke.

Oh, I was glad about what had just happened too, don't worry.

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I woke in my own bed to the phone ringing. Groaning, I rolled out of my warm
protection, hitting the floor with a thud before practically crawling my way to
the sofa and the phone.

"'Ello?" I answered the phone, sprawled out on the sofa.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I held the phone a few feet away from my ear as
someone screamed like a girl into their receiver. After the screaming stopped, I
moved the phone closer to my ear again.

"Frank?" I took a wild guess there.

"How did you guess?"

"The girly screaming?" I answered, rubbing my eyes as I stifled a
yawn. "So what made you ring and pull me from my previously undisturbed
slumber?"

"Oh...nothing..." He sniffed. "Except maybe to tell you he told
us," I lay on the sofa for a moment, trying to crack his cryptic code.

"Uh...Who told who what?" There was sigh.

"He told us about you two," I paused again to figure that one out,
aware it was only three words extra.

"I'll take a wild guess here that you're talking about someone telling you
something about me..."

"Ah ha," I thought another moment.

"Would he happen to be Gerard?"

"Ah ha," I groaned inwardly.

"Right, Frank, it's too early in the morning, you woke me up to tell me
something I had already guessed, I'm kinda pissed off now, so I'm just gonna put
the phone down, pray it doesn't ring again until after I've been to see you lot,
and then go back to bed. Got it? Goodbye," I hung the phone up, dropping it
on the floor before curling up on the sofa.

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I groaned as I woke to hammering on my front door. Slowly, I rose to my feet and
plodded over to the door.

'I swear, if it's Frank...' my morning voice had returned, much to my
annoyance. It had been the sole cause of several of my early morning breakdowns.

Reaching for the door, I grabbed the handle, turning and pulling on the door.

"I'm sorry?" It was a question, not a statement. Stuff who it was, I
was too busy wandering who asks the question: 'I'm sorry'. Slowly, though, as my
eyes adjusted to the bright light, I recognised the figure.

"Gerard...why are you sorry?" He sighed.

"It's just, with your reaction to Frank, I thought I was in trouble,"
I let a small smile grace my lips before stepping aside to let him pass.

"Come on in," 'You know, you shouldn't invite blood sucking
creatures of the night in...' I smiled at the voice before shutting the
door, heading straight for the kitchen and coffee - the ultimate weapon against
my morning voice.

"You sure I'm not in trouble?"

"Huh? No, I'd have hit you already if you were,"

"Then...what..." He fell silent.

"Look," I turned, handing him a coffee. "I don't appreciate being
woken from sleep," I stepped past him, gesturing him to follow as I sat on
the sofa. "To be told something I already know," I rested a hand on
his knee as he sat next to me. "That's all. No one's in trouble. I mean,
fling was one thing, dating..." I shrugged. "Can't exactly hide that
one," He shook his head.

"If you're always this blunt you'll end up being beaten to death by some
inmate, you know," I grinned and nodded.

"Ah, but hope you'll remember my good points," He smirked.

"I've not seen any yet," I looked at him straight-faced, coffee still
in hand.

"You still want burning liquid over your head, don't you?" He looked
at the coffee cup before setting his own down on the floor.

"No, and if you value the idea of 'taking things slowly' you won't be
pouring it over my head," I smirked, though I was trying hard not to, as he
reached and took a hold of my cup. After a lot of staring, I let go and let him
set it next to his.

"So..." I leaned, resting my head on his shoulder. "What did that
'taking it slowly' comment mean?" He looked down at me.

"It meant," He leaned slightly and took a hold of the leg furthest
from him, pulling me so I was straddling his lap. "It's not everyday you
declare someone your 'partner' when you haven't done much. And when you haven't
done much of the not much," I shifted myself to a more comfortable
position.

"Well," I looked down at him. Our eyes locked and I felt a small smile
tug at my lips. "We can always fix that,"

And that really was all the encouragement he needed. All he's ever needed.
Probably all any man will ever need. Probably all Jesus needed...

Perhaps slower than on previous occasions; his face neared mine. I held my
breath slightly before his lips brushed mine. He was taking his sweet time on
purpose, and I knew it as he ran his lips gently against mine several times,
fingers trailing up and down my cotton covered back.

It wasn't long until I, at the very least, wanted more, but every time I moved
closer, he backed off. So I resigned myself to being toyed with. Which was quite
enjoyable once I decided I could do the same.

Slowly, I started to grind my hips down. At first it caused his slow movements
to cease. But, gradually, as he moved from my lips to my
neck, teeth rasping against my neck every so often, they sped up, becoming more
forceful.

Then suddenly he seemed to control himself.

Taking a hold of my hips, he moved me off him, laying me on the sofa before
leaning over me, quickly occupying his lips on my neck again.

I cursed under my breath as the phone rang. Reaching around, I found the phone
lying under a pillow. I had expected it to be someone looking for the little
vampire attached to my neck, but caller ID read: Jacquelyn.

Answering the phone, I lifted it to my ear, taking a moment to regain my breath
to answer.

"Hello?" My voice still sounded breathless, but it was understandable
as teeth bit gently on the nape of my neck.

"Hey Sam! Where have you been? I mean, I know where, but since you got
back! You said you'd call!" I smiled, though whether at Jacquelyn or the
fingers tracing tantalising circles on my stomach, I have no idea.

"I'm sorry I've been a bit," I took a ragged breath as teeth found my
lower jaw. "Preoccupied,"

"What could be more interesting than me?"

"Lot's of things," I mumbled

"Like what?"

"Like what?" I paused as he dug his nails into my shoulder, raking
them down my arm. "Like, when you've got a really nice boyfriend but he
won't stop teasing you, and you'd be happy if he'd just give in to his own urges
as well as fulfilling your own," He looked up at me from my neck, smiling,
before going back to nibbling at my tender flesh.

"Well, yeah, I suppo-" She stopped herself. "Sam did you get
yourself a boyfriend?" I opened my mouth to reply, but she carried on,
every word said immediately after the next without a break. "You did,
didn't you? And the only men you've bee near are the band members. Sam? Who is
it? Which one?" I sighed before biting hard on my lip as fingers gently
slid down the straps of my cotton nightgown. "Sam...what's going on...who's
there?" I would have replied if the fingers hadn't started trailing down my
sides, teeth nibbling at my shoulder, working their way under the nightgown and
lifting the bottom slightly. "Okay...I'm just going to hang up,"

"Good idea," I said, cutting the phone off and throwing it behind me.
I noted my underwear followed the phone almost immediately.