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Chapter VII.
Far off police sirens echoed as they came through the open window. A passing wind gust brought goose bumps to
Gerard's bare arms and chest. He left his skyline gazing and walked through the unlit studio apartment. As he took a
seat on his bed, Bria remained fast asleep. Gerard turned on the bedside lamp and looked her over. The sheets
draped loosely across her covered most of her faintly tanned skin, exposing only her back to the chilly air.
This was the longest she had stayed. Over the past three nights, she forgoed gathering her things then making a
graceful exit and rather spent hours lounging about his place. Usually overnight stays were a no-no, an understood
rule in their 'arrangement', but he would never dare ask her to leave.
It was after their short-lived lunch Thursday that Gerard invited her up for a quick tour of his place. Bria knew his
intentions, but put on an innocent front. It was only a matter a time before they revived their old routine.
A shiver ran down her spine. Bria opened her eyes and stared at the glowing alarm clock, 1:18 AM. As she rolled
over, Gerard stopped working on his storyboard and looked down at her. She smiled then closed her eyes again. If
she planned on catching a cab, leaving now would be ideal. Bria cringed at the thought of the walk-of-shame home
once daylight broke.
Gerard got up to find something worthwhile to drink from the kitchen area. His apartment was the typical twenty-
something guy apartment, cluttered with overlooked stacks of various reading and art material. Bria eased herself
from the comfort of the bed and ran her fingers through her disheveled head of hair. Her black, denim jeans were
luckily at the foot of the bed, so she wouldn't have to paw around for them. Gerard walked towards the bed, picking
up a few of her things along the way, handing them to her.
She smiled. "Thanks."
He took the seat next to her, holding a beer. With his free hand, he traced a line down the length of her back. She
had the most amazing skin that he marveled over like a thorned rose. Bria clasped her bra then turned to face him.
Gerard started to kiss her shoulder with his eyes fixed on her.
"I should ---"
She was promptly hushed. He wanted to enjoy every possible inch. When he neared her earlobe, she turned to meet
his enticing lips. Like a moths to the flame, they were helplessly drawn. The mind numbing, wicked, near criminal
thirst was gripping. He wanted her. Not until morning or the weekends end arrived and especially not for the time
E'jay was gone. He wanted her for his own. Taken by the moment, he goaded her back down to his messy
bedspread. Gerard pressed closer to her, so their hearts could find the same pace while their lips battled to ignore
the reality consuming them. The intoxicating bite, her fragile form held in his grip, bound at the lips, aching for relief.
The numbing, criminal feeling returned to Bria with a terrible chill down her side, back and crept even lower.
But soon the icy sensation faded to an awkward tepid one.
"Aw, Fuck!" Gerard griped.
His bottle of beer had poured out all over the steel blue sheets.
"What's wro ---" Bria shrieked as she leapt from the bed. "Oh, God. My hair!"
Gerard apologized as she studied her now saturated ends of hair in the mirror. Nothing worse then smelling like rank
cigarette smoke and beer, she thought. He tossed the empty bottle then dug a towel from his pile of fresh laundry.
Bria thanked him. Maybe the beer-hair-conditioner theory was true. She stopped when she noticed he was watching
her with a stupid smirk.
"What?"
Gerard shrugged. "What?"
"You're staring at me."
"No, I'm not..." He held back a fit of laughter. "Oh, God. My hair."
Bria gasped. "You're mocking me!"
She threw her towel at him. Gerard only laughed harder, but quickly found himself back-first in the puddle of beer on
his bed.
"Say you're sorry!" She demanded, pinning him down.
"What? No, fucking way."
"Say it!"
"And risk ending this? You know, know the whole dominating thing works really ---"
"Apologize, Way!"
He nodded. "Right, right... now pull my hair and tell me I've been a bad boy."
Bria rolled off, to Gerard's disappointing, convinced she wasn't getting an apology. It was later than she realized any
how.
"Where's my -- have you seen my shirt?"
"Think it's soaked. Here, I got something."
He went to his closet and pulled out an Iron Maiden t-shirt. Bria examined the crude graphics on the far too big shirt,
thinking he couldn't be serious.
"Come on." He said grabbing a shirt and jacket for himself. "I'll make sure you
catch a cab."
On the elevator ride down Gerard and Bria shared another kiss, which soon turned into a make-out session. It was
the summer after his first year in art school all over again. When they stepped outside the nip in the air signaled
autumn had certainly arrived. Gerard saw her shiver so gave up his jacket. They stood at the doorway small-talking
for a few minutes, but he didn't want to keep her exposed too long. He flagged down the nearest cab and she
climbed into the backseat.
Gerard peered through the window. "Call me, just so I know you got in safe,
alright?"
"I will. Night, Gerard."
"Night."
Bria sat back as the taxi pulled off. She wiped the silly grin of her face, embarrassed. It felt good having him back,
she thought. Things were certainly interesting with him around. She looked down and realized she still had wearing
his sweater. By the time, Bria turned around he was long gone and out of sight. She sat back again and the smile
returned.
When she reached home after the short taxi ride, Bria quickly stripped down and climbed into bed. Tomorrow was
Sunday, that meant sleeping in late and early birthday shopping. The phone's chime broke her thoughts. It was
around mid-afternoon in Japan.
"Hello?"
" Bria, finally."
"Hey, 'Jay."
"You just get in?"
"Yeah. I was crashing at Marin's for a while."
Bria cursed her self for mentioning Marin.
"Well, I just wanted to call and say goodnight, love."
"Okay... goodnight."
"Call you a bit later. Love you."
"Love you, too."
It was after she hung up it sunk in. She was really breaking all the rules. It would take talent like Houdini to keep
things under wraps. Bria picked up the phone again and started to dial. She settled into the pillow, listening closely as
the line rang. Keeping her secrets would be well worth it.
"Hello?"
Bria sighed. "Hey. It's me."
"/Hey. Got in alright/?"
"Yeah, just checking in."
"Good."
"You tired?"
"Not really. You?"
"Don't think so."
"Good. So tell me... what's up?/"/
Far off police sirens echoed as they came through the open window. A passing wind gust brought goose bumps to
Gerard's bare arms and chest. He left his skyline gazing and walked through the unlit studio apartment. As he took a
seat on his bed, Bria remained fast asleep. Gerard turned on the bedside lamp and looked her over. The sheets
draped loosely across her covered most of her faintly tanned skin, exposing only her back to the chilly air.
This was the longest she had stayed. Over the past three nights, she forgoed gathering her things then making a
graceful exit and rather spent hours lounging about his place. Usually overnight stays were a no-no, an understood
rule in their 'arrangement', but he would never dare ask her to leave.
It was after their short-lived lunch Thursday that Gerard invited her up for a quick tour of his place. Bria knew his
intentions, but put on an innocent front. It was only a matter a time before they revived their old routine.
A shiver ran down her spine. Bria opened her eyes and stared at the glowing alarm clock, 1:18 AM. As she rolled
over, Gerard stopped working on his storyboard and looked down at her. She smiled then closed her eyes again. If
she planned on catching a cab, leaving now would be ideal. Bria cringed at the thought of the walk-of-shame home
once daylight broke.
Gerard got up to find something worthwhile to drink from the kitchen area. His apartment was the typical twenty-
something guy apartment, cluttered with overlooked stacks of various reading and art material. Bria eased herself
from the comfort of the bed and ran her fingers through her disheveled head of hair. Her black, denim jeans were
luckily at the foot of the bed, so she wouldn't have to paw around for them. Gerard walked towards the bed, picking
up a few of her things along the way, handing them to her.
She smiled. "Thanks."
He took the seat next to her, holding a beer. With his free hand, he traced a line down the length of her back. She
had the most amazing skin that he marveled over like a thorned rose. Bria clasped her bra then turned to face him.
Gerard started to kiss her shoulder with his eyes fixed on her.
"I should ---"
She was promptly hushed. He wanted to enjoy every possible inch. When he neared her earlobe, she turned to meet
his enticing lips. Like a moths to the flame, they were helplessly drawn. The mind numbing, wicked, near criminal
thirst was gripping. He wanted her. Not until morning or the weekends end arrived and especially not for the time
E'jay was gone. He wanted her for his own. Taken by the moment, he goaded her back down to his messy
bedspread. Gerard pressed closer to her, so their hearts could find the same pace while their lips battled to ignore
the reality consuming them. The intoxicating bite, her fragile form held in his grip, bound at the lips, aching for relief.
The numbing, criminal feeling returned to Bria with a terrible chill down her side, back and crept even lower.
But soon the icy sensation faded to an awkward tepid one.
"Aw, Fuck!" Gerard griped.
His bottle of beer had poured out all over the steel blue sheets.
"What's wro ---" Bria shrieked as she leapt from the bed. "Oh, God. My hair!"
Gerard apologized as she studied her now saturated ends of hair in the mirror. Nothing worse then smelling like rank
cigarette smoke and beer, she thought. He tossed the empty bottle then dug a towel from his pile of fresh laundry.
Bria thanked him. Maybe the beer-hair-conditioner theory was true. She stopped when she noticed he was watching
her with a stupid smirk.
"What?"
Gerard shrugged. "What?"
"You're staring at me."
"No, I'm not..." He held back a fit of laughter. "Oh, God. My hair."
Bria gasped. "You're mocking me!"
She threw her towel at him. Gerard only laughed harder, but quickly found himself back-first in the puddle of beer on
his bed.
"Say you're sorry!" She demanded, pinning him down.
"What? No, fucking way."
"Say it!"
"And risk ending this? You know, know the whole dominating thing works really ---"
"Apologize, Way!"
He nodded. "Right, right... now pull my hair and tell me I've been a bad boy."
Bria rolled off, to Gerard's disappointing, convinced she wasn't getting an apology. It was later than she realized any
how.
"Where's my -- have you seen my shirt?"
"Think it's soaked. Here, I got something."
He went to his closet and pulled out an Iron Maiden t-shirt. Bria examined the crude graphics on the far too big shirt,
thinking he couldn't be serious.
"Come on." He said grabbing a shirt and jacket for himself. "I'll make sure you
catch a cab."
On the elevator ride down Gerard and Bria shared another kiss, which soon turned into a make-out session. It was
the summer after his first year in art school all over again. When they stepped outside the nip in the air signaled
autumn had certainly arrived. Gerard saw her shiver so gave up his jacket. They stood at the doorway small-talking
for a few minutes, but he didn't want to keep her exposed too long. He flagged down the nearest cab and she
climbed into the backseat.
Gerard peered through the window. "Call me, just so I know you got in safe,
alright?"
"I will. Night, Gerard."
"Night."
Bria sat back as the taxi pulled off. She wiped the silly grin of her face, embarrassed. It felt good having him back,
she thought. Things were certainly interesting with him around. She looked down and realized she still had wearing
his sweater. By the time, Bria turned around he was long gone and out of sight. She sat back again and the smile
returned.
When she reached home after the short taxi ride, Bria quickly stripped down and climbed into bed. Tomorrow was
Sunday, that meant sleeping in late and early birthday shopping. The phone's chime broke her thoughts. It was
around mid-afternoon in Japan.
"Hello?"
" Bria, finally."
"Hey, 'Jay."
"You just get in?"
"Yeah. I was crashing at Marin's for a while."
Bria cursed her self for mentioning Marin.
"Well, I just wanted to call and say goodnight, love."
"Okay... goodnight."
"Call you a bit later. Love you."
"Love you, too."
It was after she hung up it sunk in. She was really breaking all the rules. It would take talent like Houdini to keep
things under wraps. Bria picked up the phone again and started to dial. She settled into the pillow, listening closely as
the line rang. Keeping her secrets would be well worth it.
"Hello?"
Bria sighed. "Hey. It's me."
"/Hey. Got in alright/?"
"Yeah, just checking in."
"Good."
"You tired?"
"Not really. You?"
"Don't think so."
"Good. So tell me... what's up?/"/
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