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Disclaimer: I own the story and Bridget. I sadly do not own Gerard Way.
Gerard Way and Bridget Chance had been best friends for as far back as they can remember. They had been neighbors as children and their parents still lived next door to each other. Although they were two years apart, Gerard being the oldest, they were as close as ever. Gerard was Bridget’s protector. When they were in school and someone would bully her, he would make sure they would NEVER hurt her again. The pair would go everywhere and do everything together. When they got older and Gerard went to college, she was the reason he stayed home and commuted. He couldn’t bear to leave his best friend behind in New Jersey while he lived in New York City. Two years later when Bridget graduated high school, she got accepted to NYU. Both of their parents were glad they were both going to school together in New York and rented them out and apartment there so they didn’t have to commute. They had so much fun living together. When they weren’t doing schoolwork or in classes, they would do anything from just lying around and watching TV to blasting music and dancing around the apartment till they were too tired to move. Sure they spent a lot of time together, but they also had their separate lives. Gerard would go out with his other friends to the bars and clubs, drink until he couldn’t see anymore, bring a random girl home and keep Bridget up all night with the sounds of sex coming from his room. She knew he was a guy and didn’t get mad at him for having sex with girls it was the drinking bothered her. Soon he was drinking in the apartment by himself. Just getting drunk on the couch. She would try and talk to him about it, but he would just get mad and snap at her. He never meant the mean things he said to her though because he would crawl in her bed with her late at night and apologize, telling her that she was his best friend and he hated hurting her. Bridget knew Gerard was depressed and on medication and she knew drinking was a bad thing to do while he was taking all those pills. He vowed to her to slow down on it and he did. Soon, Gerard got a serious girlfriend. Her name was Kat and she lived on the other side of the city. In the beginning, Kat was nice to Bridget. Then she became cruel to her when Gerard was not around. Kat tried to get Gerard to move out of the apartment and in with her because she didn’t want him living with another girl. He flat out refused, saying Bridget was only his best friend. Bridget tried to go out and date other guys, but in her eyes they weren’t good enough. She didn’t trust them. The longest boyfriend she had was for two months and he wound up breaking it off with her because she wouldn’t put out for him. Gerard came home that night and found her crying in the bathroom. When she told him why her boyfriend broke up with her, he brought her to his room and just held her, listening to her talk between sobs. That night, she cried herself to sleep in his arms. Before either of them knew it, Gerard graduated with his BA in Visual Arts. He got a job in the city for the Cartoon Network so he and Bridget continued living in the apartment. In May of 2001, Bridget graduated from NYU with her BA in Public Relations and got a job downtown in the World Trade Center. On September 11th, Bridget woke up and Gerard was already gone. She looked at her clock and saw it was 8:30. She was late for work. She jumped out of bed and quickly dressed and took the subway downtown. Before she walked into the south tower, she heard a loud rumbling. She looked up and saw a plane, flying very low before making a deafening crash into the north tower. She screamed and ran out into the street where other people were stopped in their tracks, staring up at the blazing fire. She looked at it in disbelief. After a few minutes, she heard another loud rumble and saw another plane, this time fly right into the south tower, right to the floor where she worked. Tears streamed down her face, but she was in too much shock to scream. Everyone she worked with was dead. There was no way they weren’t She saw papers and debris flying everywhere and moved back even further. Soon she saw bodies jumping, landing only about 30 feet in front of her. Firemen and policemen were on the scene in no time, running into the towers to try and save as many people as they could. Workers from the buildings were running out and joining them on the street. Soon, the south tower started to collapse. Bridget had never run so hard in her life. She ran down the block and into a crowded Starbucks where people were screaming and crying. She shut the door before the street was unseen behind all the ash and debris. The tower had fully collapsed. Not long after, the north tower collapsed. Bridget needed to get home. Gerard had most likely heard what happened and was probably worried sick about her. She tried to call him on her cell phone, but all signals were busy. She took off her light jacket and put her sunglasses on. Holding her breath and putting the coat over her nose and mouth, she ran out into the street and started running towards the east side, where her apartment was located. It was extremely hard to see and in seconds she was covered in dust to the point where she looked like a snowman. The dust, ash, and debris were less and less each block she walked. In an hour’s time, she was out of the thick air and back in front of her apartment building. She walked into it and there were people in the lobby, trying to find out what happened. They all gasped when they saw her, but she just headed straight to the elevator and up to her floor. Before she even opened the door, she heard Gerard screaming into the phone, obviously talking to the operator. He was yelling about needing to find Bridget and about how their phones weren’t working. She slowly opened the door and stepped inside. She was so exhausted and her legs and feet were killing her from walking all that distance in her heels. Gerard took one look at her, threw the phone on the couch and caught her before she collapsed, crying harder then she had in her entire life. Gerard was crying too, holding his dust covered best friend, in turn getting covered in it too. He told her how scared he was thinking he had lost her. Thinking that she was dead. He had run home as soon as he heard her tower got hit on her floor. He tried calling her a billion times, but the server was constantly busy. She told him how she was late for work and saw the planes hit as soon as she got there. Saw the bodies falling and how she had to run into Starbucks when the towers collapsed. She tried calling him with no luck and walked all the way home. Gerard didn’t want to let her go, but they both were now filthy. He picked her up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom. He drew and bath and after promising not to look, helped and distraught and violently shaking Bridget out of her disgusting clothes and into the bubbly water so he couldn’t see her naked body. She wouldn’t have cared if he saw her anyway. Gerard was just her best friend. He wouldn’t have tried anything with her. He removed his clothes too, but Bridget couldn’t see through the constant stream of tears that were coming to her eyes. He got in with her and she pressed her back against his chest, with her arms folded over hers. He held her close, trying his hardest to calm her down. He washed her hair and helped her wash her body before he washed himself. Once they were clean and the water was gray, he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist before grabbing another one for her. He looked only into her eyes as he helped her up before wrapping the towel around her. Once she was out of the tub, they went into her room and he dressed her in nice, comfortable pajamas. Bridget sat on her bed and shakily brushed out her wet hair and put it up while he went into his room to change. That night, he comforted her not once letting her go and they fell asleep together on the couch. A few months later, they decided to move back to New Jersey. Both were commuting to the city still for work and for Gerard, Kat whom he was still dating. He had also formed a band with his younger brother Mikey and good friends Matt Pelissier and Ray Toro. They were called My Chemical Romance. Their music was a mix between hardcore and alternative rock. Bridget went to every single one of their shows to support them. Pretty soon they were signed to an indie New Jersey label called Eyeball Records where they recorded their first album I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love and had a new member join them. It was their friend Frank Iero who had been in the band Pencey Prep. Before they knew it the band had become huge. They toured all over the country and Europe and Bridget was along for the ride. She went everywhere with them and was the only girl in the van. She didn’t mind though because she knew Gerard wanted her there. All of the guys loved her like a sister. Bridget soon became their PR and Merch manager, which helped them out a lot. In 2003, they signed onto major label Reprise records with an A&R Craig Aaronson. They recorded their second album Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge that had them soaring on fame. Bridget was a bit worried though because Gerard had started drinking heavily again also doing drugs. He had soon hit rock bottom and she was there to help him back to the top, this time sober and happy. After they filmed their third music video “The Ghost of You” and Gerard cut his hair, they went back out on tour. That’s where we are now. Late September 2004 in London. Gerard is now 27 and Bridget is 25. They were in Gerard’s hotel room watching TV.
“Gerard?” she asked him.
“Hm?”
“Do you love Kat?”
“Yeah. I mean I think so. I’ve been with her for years, so I do have feelings for her. Why Bri?” he asked.
“Just wondering. She never comes out on tour because you take me instead.”
“Well don’t tell Kat this, but I like you better,” he said with a wink. Bridget giggled then sighed. “What’s wrong Bri?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Our friendship.”
“I think about that a lot too. I love you Bridget. You’re my best friend. No one could ever replace you,” he said seriously.
“I love you too Gerard. You’re the only person I trust. That’s why I never have a boyfriend. I keep comparing them to you. They’re not good enough,” she told him.
“I didn’t like any of the guys you dated either. I knew they were gonna hurt you.”
Bridget sat up and stared at him.
“I have to tell you something, but please don’t laugh at me,” she said.
“I’m not gonna laugh. I promise.”
Bridget took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I’m still a virgin,” she said before burying her face in her hands. She was relieved to hear that he wasn’t laughing.
“You are?” he asked quietly. She nodded.
“You sound surprised,” she stated.
“Well, I kind of am. I mean, I remember when that guy dumped you because you wouldn’t sleep with him, but I figured you would of done it after that with someone else. You’re beautiful Bri. Any guy would be lucky to have you,” he said. She blushed and took her hands away from her face. His expression was unreadable.
“No I’m not,” she insisted.
“Don’t Bridget. Don’t ever say you’re not beautiful. Hell if I wasn’t your best friend and knew you wouldn’t say no, I would be with you in a heartbeat,” he admitted before turning red himself.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” she said. He shook his head. “How do you know I’d turn you down if you never asked?”
“I don’t know. I just figured you would. I know you don’t look at me like that,” he said. Bridget was shocked. How could he think she never wanted him? Then again, she never told him or showed him that she did.
“Yes I do,” she whispered. His eyes grew wide.
“Y-you do?” he asked.
“I always have. I just never told you because I thought you only looked at me like a best friend, maybe even a little sister. Plus, you were always with some other girl and now you’re with Kat,” she said sadly. She turned to get up, but Gerard stopped her.
“Why do you think I never invite Kat on the road? Because I wanna be with you Bridget. I don’t feel like I feel with Kat when I’m with you. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You’re so beautiful that it hurts me to look at you because I can’t have you,” he said truthfully. “If you died on 9/11 I would have killed myself just to be with you. I was so scared you left me. I meant it when I said I love you,” he said. Bridget was now crying. Gerard Way, her best friend since childhood loved her.
“I meant it too. I love you Gerard,” she said, now sobbing. He gathered her in his arms and held her close. He kissed her forehead and wiped her tears. She looked up at him. His amazing olive green eyes were looking at her with love and compassion, his complexion was smooth and pale, hair was short, soft, and jet-black, and god those lips were so kissable. Gerard looked down at Bridget and studied her features. He memorized every freckle that was dusted across her nose and cheeks, those piercing dark blue eyes that hid so much, that choppy platinum blonde hair that was so soft to the touch. He wanted to kiss her pink pouty lips so bad.
“Kiss me Gerard,” she whispered. He leaned down and their lips met. It was like fireworks were going off all around them. His lips were so soft, moist, and warm on hers. His hands gently cupped her face as he deepened the kiss. Oh god, those hands. Those hands that let her know he would always protect her and their family. Those hands that would spend hours painting and drawing and creating. Those hands that she wanted to touch her everywhere and explore her. She moaned when his tongue slipped in her mouth and rubbed against hers. Gerard had never tasted anyone so sweet. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted someone in his entire life. His right hand traveled down to her waist and he slipped it under the hem of her t-shirt, stroking the silky skin of her side and stomach. Goosebumps raced over Bridget’s skin. She had never felt this way before. Gerard’s lips left hers to kiss her nose, cheeks, forehead, and jaw before moving down to her neck. He nibbled and licked the sensitive flesh, emitting a breathy sigh from her. He pulled away slightly and licked her earlobe, causing her to gasp.
“I wanna make love to you. I wanna be your first. I wanna be your only,” he whispered as he looked into her eyes. Bridget swallowed hard. She was terrified, but fully trusted Gerard and knew he would never intentionally hurt her. She nodded and got off of him. She laid down on the bed next to him and tightly shut her eyes. After a few seconds of him not doing anything, she cracked one eye open and saw an amused expression on his face.
“What?” she asked confused. Gerard chuckled slightly.
“You really are a virgin aren’t you,” he said.
“Well yeah. I wasn’t lying,” she said slightly annoyed. He laughed a bit which got her even more annoyed. “I don’t know what you think is so funny Gerard, but if you’re just gonna laugh at me, then I’ll just leave,” she said trying to get up.
“Baby I’m not laughing at you. It’s just really cute how you reacted,” he said.
“What do you mean? I’m supposed to lay down aren’t I?” she asked.
“Of course you are. Just relax Bridget. There’s a whole lot more to it then just the main event.” She sighed and bit her lip.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know anything about it really. I’m just a 25 year old fool who’s never done anything except kissing,” she said embarrassed.
“You are not a fool Bri. Just inexperienced which is perfectly fine. I’m gonna show you everything baby. Just let your body feel and don’t think too much or you won’t enjoy it,” he said. She swallowed hard and Gerard climbed on top of her. Their lips met yet again in a searing kiss and Gerard spread her legs so he could lay comfortably between them. He yet again resumed the manipulations on her neck. Bridget felt content with his weight on her. She felt safe and comfortable. She never let anyone else do the things he was doing to her. His hand went back underneath her shirt, this time moving higher. He cupped her breast and she groaned. His thumb rubbed over her nipple that was covered by her bra making her hips involuntarily grind against his. It was Gerard’s turn to moan. His pants were unbearably tighter from his erection and he wanted desperately to take them off. He thought better of this though since he didn’t want to scare Bridget by just taking all his clothes off yet. Gerard pushed her shirt up higher and soon over her head. He kissed her collarbone and chest, pushing her bra straps off her shoulders. He kissed her stiff nipples through the black lace material and she whimpered, feeling wetness pool between her thighs. His hands reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra before he removed it. Bridget pulled away from him, her hands covering her exposed breasts. Gerard stared at her understandingly and grabbed her wrists.
“It’s OK baby. I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. Bridget swallowed the lump in her throat so she wouldn’t cry. She had been naked with Gerard once before in a tub, but they hadn’t looked at each other or touched each other in their most sacred places. She looked apologetically up at him.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. Gerard shook his head.
“It’s all right. I know you’re scared. I’m not gonna rush you,” he said. She nodded at him and let him take her hands off of her creamy, voluptuous breasts. Gerard let in a sharp intake of breath as he stared at the upper naked form of her body for the first time. Bridget was so nervous. What if he told her she was disgusting and told her to get out of his sight?
“Bri you are so beautiful,” he whispered lustily. She moaned loudly when he took one of her nipples in his mouth, letting his tongue run over it. She had never felt this way before. Never in her life did she think having her nipples licked would be pleasurable. She just thought they were there to feed her children. Gerard moved his mouth to the other nipple and Bridget reached for the bottom of his shirt. Once she successfully pulled it over his head, she ran her hands up and down his pale, smooth chest. Gerard kissed her stomach and grasped both her breasts in his hands, rubbing her incredibly stiff nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers. Bridget had no control over the volume of her voice anymore.
“Feel good sugar?” he asked her. She couldn’t even respond so she nodded frantically. His hands left her breasts and moved to the top of her pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before pulling them off her shaved tan legs. Bridget was getting a bit self-conscious as his hand slowly ran up her inner thigh. He felt her body start to tremble and looked up at her.
“Am I moving too fast?” Gerard asked with concern.
“No… I’m just a l-little nervous,” she admitted. He gave her a warm smile and kissed her navel.
“It’s OK Bri. I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he reassured her. Bridget closed her eyes and nodded. He slightly sat up as his hand was nearing its destination. Her legs weren’t spread as widely now since she was trying to shut them around his body. Gerard tenderly coaxed them back apart and ran his thumb over her panty-covered clit. He had never seen anyone jump or yelp like that before. He was seriously considering stopping. She had never been touched there and was not even close to being used to the sensation. He needed her calm and he needed to take this part slow.
“Calm down baby. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said soothingly. Bridget was whimpering, unable to understand what she felt when he touched her. It was like an electric shock. She couldn’t distinguish whether it was unbearable or incredible.
“What happened?” she asked in a high pitch voice.
“Something you weren’t prepared for. I’m gonna do it again OK?” he said giving her a fair warning. She took a deep breath as he rubbed his finger against her nub again. She cried out and bucked her hips. Her heart was pounding. Every inch of her was tingling. He didn’t hurt her, but she wasn’t sure what he did.
“Gerard what’s happening to me?” she asked sounding a bit scared. He didn’t say anything, just swiped her clit making her cry out and buck again.
“Relax baby. Does it feel good yet?” he asked. Bridget was breathing heavily. Now that she was almost used to the feeling, it was very pleasurable. She couldn’t control the next word that came out of her mouth.
“MORE!” she begged. Gerard smiled and pushed the fabric aside, gazing at her shaved area for the first time. She was already wet. He touched her bare clit with his finger and she screamed, trying to get him to do it again. He knew she was gonna cum and he wanted to watch her face while she did it. After four more short strokes on her clit, she thrashed and screamed his name as her first orgasm swept over her body. Gerard watched in awe as she threw her head back and her mouth opened wide. While she calmed down, he removed his jeans unable to take the tightness anymore. His hands moved to the top of her panties and he pulled them off. Gerard moved his body down until his face was in her crotch. He wanted her even wetter then she already was. Without warning, he dragged his tongue along her slit, tasting her juices.
“GERARD!” she exclaimed and grabbed his hair, wanting him to keep going. He began to eat her out in earnest. He slid the tip of his tongue into her tight channel and fucked her with it as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her words were inaudible as she came over and over in his mouth. Gerard was addicted to her scent and her taste. He could have stayed down there all night. He sucked her clit one last time and was satisfied with how dripping wet she was. He moved up to her and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself. She was a little grossed out at first, but found she didn’t mind her taste at all.
“Are you ready for me baby?” Gerard asked. Bridget felt the nervousness and fear creep back into her and gulped. She looked up into his eyes.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked quietly. Gerard, having slept with a virgin before knew the answer, but didn’t want to scare her.
“I’m afraid it does Bri. If you relax though, it won’t be so bad. I’ll make sure you get pleasure out of it,” he said. Bridget took a deep breath and nodded. Gerard removed his boxers and Bridget stared wide-eyed at his very well endowed manhood. How on earth would he fit?
“Everything OK Bri?” he asked with concern.
“Will we fit?” she asked in a whisper. Gerard held back his smile and kissed her forehead.
“We’ll fit perfectly,” he reassured her. Gerard leaned over her and lifted her perfect legs around his waist. Bridget stared up at him with a look of fright, but certainty on her face.
“I love you Bridget,” he said.
“I love you too Gerard,” she replied. He began to push at her opening. He was having a bit of trouble getting inside, but he knew it would be like that. With a little bit of force, he pushed in until he felt her barrier in his way. Bridget whimpered and buried her face in his neck, trying not to let the tears fall. It was painful.
“I’m sorry baby,” Gerard whispered as he broke through her barrier and pushed to the hilt. Bridget cried out loudly and the tears poured down her face. Gerard rested his weight on her and held her close, trying his best not to move. She was so tight around him.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“It hurts,” she whimpered. Gerard nodded and wiped the tears off her cheeks.
“Please don’t cry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said softly.
“I-I know you d-didn’t. I can’t h-help it,” she whispered as she cried more. Gerard hated seeing her in pain more than anything else.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. She shook her head.
“I’ll be OK,” she replied. Gerard kissed the tears that were falling and whispered soothing words in her ear as he tried to calm her down. He soon couldn’t hold still anymore. The wet, tight grip she had on him was overwhelming. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, emitting a yelp from the back of her throat.
“Relax sweetie. I promise it’ll get better,” he told her. After a few more gentle thrusts, the pain receded to a dull stinging sensation and Bridget told him it didn’t hurt as much. He kept the slow pace though, knowing if he got too rough he could really hurt her. Bridget was beginning to respond. Gerard lifted her legs higher and came in contact with her G-Spot, making her gasp. He hit it over and over, loving the sound of her moaning. Gerard was actually inside of her. He was making love to her. Bridget could hardly believe this was happening. She arched her back as she felt his hand snake between their bodies to rub her clit. The room was spinning and her mind was blissfully blank.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked through his heavy breathing.
“Oh god no. Please don’t stop,” she begged. He started to thrust a bit harder, knowing he was going to come soon. Bridget only moaned louder as he hit her g-spot and his man worked her womanhood in time with his thrusts. It wasn’t long before she clamped down hard on him and came screaming out his name. Gerard was not far behind as he came forcefully in her before collapsing. Both were panting roughly, exhausted from their lovemaking. Gerard pulled out of her slowly.
“Ow!” she exclaimed. She felt extremely sore.
“You OK Bri?” he asked with concern.
“I’m sore,” she whispered and pouted. Gerard leaned down and kissed her softly.
“You’ll be all right sweetie,” he told her. He rolled off of her and she slowly sat up and gasped.
“What is it babe?” he asked.
“I-I’m bleeding!” she said, fear in her voice. Gerard sat up and saw the blood on the sheets and inside of her thighs. He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head while she cried.
“It’s OK Bri. It’s very normal to bleed your first time. There’s nothing to worry about,” he said comfortingly. He felt Bridget nod into his chest. They both cleaned up and changed into their pajamas before crawling back into bed. They cuddled together, Gerard unable to stop smiling.
“I love you so much Bridget,” he said.
“I love you too Gerard,” she replied sleepily. Pretty soon she was asleep and Gerard watched her for a few minutes before succumbing to his own dreams.
Gerard Way and Bridget Chance had been best friends for as far back as they can remember. They had been neighbors as children and their parents still lived next door to each other. Although they were two years apart, Gerard being the oldest, they were as close as ever. Gerard was Bridget’s protector. When they were in school and someone would bully her, he would make sure they would NEVER hurt her again. The pair would go everywhere and do everything together. When they got older and Gerard went to college, she was the reason he stayed home and commuted. He couldn’t bear to leave his best friend behind in New Jersey while he lived in New York City. Two years later when Bridget graduated high school, she got accepted to NYU. Both of their parents were glad they were both going to school together in New York and rented them out and apartment there so they didn’t have to commute. They had so much fun living together. When they weren’t doing schoolwork or in classes, they would do anything from just lying around and watching TV to blasting music and dancing around the apartment till they were too tired to move. Sure they spent a lot of time together, but they also had their separate lives. Gerard would go out with his other friends to the bars and clubs, drink until he couldn’t see anymore, bring a random girl home and keep Bridget up all night with the sounds of sex coming from his room. She knew he was a guy and didn’t get mad at him for having sex with girls it was the drinking bothered her. Soon he was drinking in the apartment by himself. Just getting drunk on the couch. She would try and talk to him about it, but he would just get mad and snap at her. He never meant the mean things he said to her though because he would crawl in her bed with her late at night and apologize, telling her that she was his best friend and he hated hurting her. Bridget knew Gerard was depressed and on medication and she knew drinking was a bad thing to do while he was taking all those pills. He vowed to her to slow down on it and he did. Soon, Gerard got a serious girlfriend. Her name was Kat and she lived on the other side of the city. In the beginning, Kat was nice to Bridget. Then she became cruel to her when Gerard was not around. Kat tried to get Gerard to move out of the apartment and in with her because she didn’t want him living with another girl. He flat out refused, saying Bridget was only his best friend. Bridget tried to go out and date other guys, but in her eyes they weren’t good enough. She didn’t trust them. The longest boyfriend she had was for two months and he wound up breaking it off with her because she wouldn’t put out for him. Gerard came home that night and found her crying in the bathroom. When she told him why her boyfriend broke up with her, he brought her to his room and just held her, listening to her talk between sobs. That night, she cried herself to sleep in his arms. Before either of them knew it, Gerard graduated with his BA in Visual Arts. He got a job in the city for the Cartoon Network so he and Bridget continued living in the apartment. In May of 2001, Bridget graduated from NYU with her BA in Public Relations and got a job downtown in the World Trade Center. On September 11th, Bridget woke up and Gerard was already gone. She looked at her clock and saw it was 8:30. She was late for work. She jumped out of bed and quickly dressed and took the subway downtown. Before she walked into the south tower, she heard a loud rumbling. She looked up and saw a plane, flying very low before making a deafening crash into the north tower. She screamed and ran out into the street where other people were stopped in their tracks, staring up at the blazing fire. She looked at it in disbelief. After a few minutes, she heard another loud rumble and saw another plane, this time fly right into the south tower, right to the floor where she worked. Tears streamed down her face, but she was in too much shock to scream. Everyone she worked with was dead. There was no way they weren’t She saw papers and debris flying everywhere and moved back even further. Soon she saw bodies jumping, landing only about 30 feet in front of her. Firemen and policemen were on the scene in no time, running into the towers to try and save as many people as they could. Workers from the buildings were running out and joining them on the street. Soon, the south tower started to collapse. Bridget had never run so hard in her life. She ran down the block and into a crowded Starbucks where people were screaming and crying. She shut the door before the street was unseen behind all the ash and debris. The tower had fully collapsed. Not long after, the north tower collapsed. Bridget needed to get home. Gerard had most likely heard what happened and was probably worried sick about her. She tried to call him on her cell phone, but all signals were busy. She took off her light jacket and put her sunglasses on. Holding her breath and putting the coat over her nose and mouth, she ran out into the street and started running towards the east side, where her apartment was located. It was extremely hard to see and in seconds she was covered in dust to the point where she looked like a snowman. The dust, ash, and debris were less and less each block she walked. In an hour’s time, she was out of the thick air and back in front of her apartment building. She walked into it and there were people in the lobby, trying to find out what happened. They all gasped when they saw her, but she just headed straight to the elevator and up to her floor. Before she even opened the door, she heard Gerard screaming into the phone, obviously talking to the operator. He was yelling about needing to find Bridget and about how their phones weren’t working. She slowly opened the door and stepped inside. She was so exhausted and her legs and feet were killing her from walking all that distance in her heels. Gerard took one look at her, threw the phone on the couch and caught her before she collapsed, crying harder then she had in her entire life. Gerard was crying too, holding his dust covered best friend, in turn getting covered in it too. He told her how scared he was thinking he had lost her. Thinking that she was dead. He had run home as soon as he heard her tower got hit on her floor. He tried calling her a billion times, but the server was constantly busy. She told him how she was late for work and saw the planes hit as soon as she got there. Saw the bodies falling and how she had to run into Starbucks when the towers collapsed. She tried calling him with no luck and walked all the way home. Gerard didn’t want to let her go, but they both were now filthy. He picked her up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom. He drew and bath and after promising not to look, helped and distraught and violently shaking Bridget out of her disgusting clothes and into the bubbly water so he couldn’t see her naked body. She wouldn’t have cared if he saw her anyway. Gerard was just her best friend. He wouldn’t have tried anything with her. He removed his clothes too, but Bridget couldn’t see through the constant stream of tears that were coming to her eyes. He got in with her and she pressed her back against his chest, with her arms folded over hers. He held her close, trying his hardest to calm her down. He washed her hair and helped her wash her body before he washed himself. Once they were clean and the water was gray, he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist before grabbing another one for her. He looked only into her eyes as he helped her up before wrapping the towel around her. Once she was out of the tub, they went into her room and he dressed her in nice, comfortable pajamas. Bridget sat on her bed and shakily brushed out her wet hair and put it up while he went into his room to change. That night, he comforted her not once letting her go and they fell asleep together on the couch. A few months later, they decided to move back to New Jersey. Both were commuting to the city still for work and for Gerard, Kat whom he was still dating. He had also formed a band with his younger brother Mikey and good friends Matt Pelissier and Ray Toro. They were called My Chemical Romance. Their music was a mix between hardcore and alternative rock. Bridget went to every single one of their shows to support them. Pretty soon they were signed to an indie New Jersey label called Eyeball Records where they recorded their first album I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love and had a new member join them. It was their friend Frank Iero who had been in the band Pencey Prep. Before they knew it the band had become huge. They toured all over the country and Europe and Bridget was along for the ride. She went everywhere with them and was the only girl in the van. She didn’t mind though because she knew Gerard wanted her there. All of the guys loved her like a sister. Bridget soon became their PR and Merch manager, which helped them out a lot. In 2003, they signed onto major label Reprise records with an A&R Craig Aaronson. They recorded their second album Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge that had them soaring on fame. Bridget was a bit worried though because Gerard had started drinking heavily again also doing drugs. He had soon hit rock bottom and she was there to help him back to the top, this time sober and happy. After they filmed their third music video “The Ghost of You” and Gerard cut his hair, they went back out on tour. That’s where we are now. Late September 2004 in London. Gerard is now 27 and Bridget is 25. They were in Gerard’s hotel room watching TV.
“Gerard?” she asked him.
“Hm?”
“Do you love Kat?”
“Yeah. I mean I think so. I’ve been with her for years, so I do have feelings for her. Why Bri?” he asked.
“Just wondering. She never comes out on tour because you take me instead.”
“Well don’t tell Kat this, but I like you better,” he said with a wink. Bridget giggled then sighed. “What’s wrong Bri?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Our friendship.”
“I think about that a lot too. I love you Bridget. You’re my best friend. No one could ever replace you,” he said seriously.
“I love you too Gerard. You’re the only person I trust. That’s why I never have a boyfriend. I keep comparing them to you. They’re not good enough,” she told him.
“I didn’t like any of the guys you dated either. I knew they were gonna hurt you.”
Bridget sat up and stared at him.
“I have to tell you something, but please don’t laugh at me,” she said.
“I’m not gonna laugh. I promise.”
Bridget took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I’m still a virgin,” she said before burying her face in her hands. She was relieved to hear that he wasn’t laughing.
“You are?” he asked quietly. She nodded.
“You sound surprised,” she stated.
“Well, I kind of am. I mean, I remember when that guy dumped you because you wouldn’t sleep with him, but I figured you would of done it after that with someone else. You’re beautiful Bri. Any guy would be lucky to have you,” he said. She blushed and took her hands away from her face. His expression was unreadable.
“No I’m not,” she insisted.
“Don’t Bridget. Don’t ever say you’re not beautiful. Hell if I wasn’t your best friend and knew you wouldn’t say no, I would be with you in a heartbeat,” he admitted before turning red himself.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” she said. He shook his head. “How do you know I’d turn you down if you never asked?”
“I don’t know. I just figured you would. I know you don’t look at me like that,” he said. Bridget was shocked. How could he think she never wanted him? Then again, she never told him or showed him that she did.
“Yes I do,” she whispered. His eyes grew wide.
“Y-you do?” he asked.
“I always have. I just never told you because I thought you only looked at me like a best friend, maybe even a little sister. Plus, you were always with some other girl and now you’re with Kat,” she said sadly. She turned to get up, but Gerard stopped her.
“Why do you think I never invite Kat on the road? Because I wanna be with you Bridget. I don’t feel like I feel with Kat when I’m with you. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You’re so beautiful that it hurts me to look at you because I can’t have you,” he said truthfully. “If you died on 9/11 I would have killed myself just to be with you. I was so scared you left me. I meant it when I said I love you,” he said. Bridget was now crying. Gerard Way, her best friend since childhood loved her.
“I meant it too. I love you Gerard,” she said, now sobbing. He gathered her in his arms and held her close. He kissed her forehead and wiped her tears. She looked up at him. His amazing olive green eyes were looking at her with love and compassion, his complexion was smooth and pale, hair was short, soft, and jet-black, and god those lips were so kissable. Gerard looked down at Bridget and studied her features. He memorized every freckle that was dusted across her nose and cheeks, those piercing dark blue eyes that hid so much, that choppy platinum blonde hair that was so soft to the touch. He wanted to kiss her pink pouty lips so bad.
“Kiss me Gerard,” she whispered. He leaned down and their lips met. It was like fireworks were going off all around them. His lips were so soft, moist, and warm on hers. His hands gently cupped her face as he deepened the kiss. Oh god, those hands. Those hands that let her know he would always protect her and their family. Those hands that would spend hours painting and drawing and creating. Those hands that she wanted to touch her everywhere and explore her. She moaned when his tongue slipped in her mouth and rubbed against hers. Gerard had never tasted anyone so sweet. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted someone in his entire life. His right hand traveled down to her waist and he slipped it under the hem of her t-shirt, stroking the silky skin of her side and stomach. Goosebumps raced over Bridget’s skin. She had never felt this way before. Gerard’s lips left hers to kiss her nose, cheeks, forehead, and jaw before moving down to her neck. He nibbled and licked the sensitive flesh, emitting a breathy sigh from her. He pulled away slightly and licked her earlobe, causing her to gasp.
“I wanna make love to you. I wanna be your first. I wanna be your only,” he whispered as he looked into her eyes. Bridget swallowed hard. She was terrified, but fully trusted Gerard and knew he would never intentionally hurt her. She nodded and got off of him. She laid down on the bed next to him and tightly shut her eyes. After a few seconds of him not doing anything, she cracked one eye open and saw an amused expression on his face.
“What?” she asked confused. Gerard chuckled slightly.
“You really are a virgin aren’t you,” he said.
“Well yeah. I wasn’t lying,” she said slightly annoyed. He laughed a bit which got her even more annoyed. “I don’t know what you think is so funny Gerard, but if you’re just gonna laugh at me, then I’ll just leave,” she said trying to get up.
“Baby I’m not laughing at you. It’s just really cute how you reacted,” he said.
“What do you mean? I’m supposed to lay down aren’t I?” she asked.
“Of course you are. Just relax Bridget. There’s a whole lot more to it then just the main event.” She sighed and bit her lip.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know anything about it really. I’m just a 25 year old fool who’s never done anything except kissing,” she said embarrassed.
“You are not a fool Bri. Just inexperienced which is perfectly fine. I’m gonna show you everything baby. Just let your body feel and don’t think too much or you won’t enjoy it,” he said. She swallowed hard and Gerard climbed on top of her. Their lips met yet again in a searing kiss and Gerard spread her legs so he could lay comfortably between them. He yet again resumed the manipulations on her neck. Bridget felt content with his weight on her. She felt safe and comfortable. She never let anyone else do the things he was doing to her. His hand went back underneath her shirt, this time moving higher. He cupped her breast and she groaned. His thumb rubbed over her nipple that was covered by her bra making her hips involuntarily grind against his. It was Gerard’s turn to moan. His pants were unbearably tighter from his erection and he wanted desperately to take them off. He thought better of this though since he didn’t want to scare Bridget by just taking all his clothes off yet. Gerard pushed her shirt up higher and soon over her head. He kissed her collarbone and chest, pushing her bra straps off her shoulders. He kissed her stiff nipples through the black lace material and she whimpered, feeling wetness pool between her thighs. His hands reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra before he removed it. Bridget pulled away from him, her hands covering her exposed breasts. Gerard stared at her understandingly and grabbed her wrists.
“It’s OK baby. I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. Bridget swallowed the lump in her throat so she wouldn’t cry. She had been naked with Gerard once before in a tub, but they hadn’t looked at each other or touched each other in their most sacred places. She looked apologetically up at him.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. Gerard shook his head.
“It’s all right. I know you’re scared. I’m not gonna rush you,” he said. She nodded at him and let him take her hands off of her creamy, voluptuous breasts. Gerard let in a sharp intake of breath as he stared at the upper naked form of her body for the first time. Bridget was so nervous. What if he told her she was disgusting and told her to get out of his sight?
“Bri you are so beautiful,” he whispered lustily. She moaned loudly when he took one of her nipples in his mouth, letting his tongue run over it. She had never felt this way before. Never in her life did she think having her nipples licked would be pleasurable. She just thought they were there to feed her children. Gerard moved his mouth to the other nipple and Bridget reached for the bottom of his shirt. Once she successfully pulled it over his head, she ran her hands up and down his pale, smooth chest. Gerard kissed her stomach and grasped both her breasts in his hands, rubbing her incredibly stiff nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers. Bridget had no control over the volume of her voice anymore.
“Feel good sugar?” he asked her. She couldn’t even respond so she nodded frantically. His hands left her breasts and moved to the top of her pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before pulling them off her shaved tan legs. Bridget was getting a bit self-conscious as his hand slowly ran up her inner thigh. He felt her body start to tremble and looked up at her.
“Am I moving too fast?” Gerard asked with concern.
“No… I’m just a l-little nervous,” she admitted. He gave her a warm smile and kissed her navel.
“It’s OK Bri. I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he reassured her. Bridget closed her eyes and nodded. He slightly sat up as his hand was nearing its destination. Her legs weren’t spread as widely now since she was trying to shut them around his body. Gerard tenderly coaxed them back apart and ran his thumb over her panty-covered clit. He had never seen anyone jump or yelp like that before. He was seriously considering stopping. She had never been touched there and was not even close to being used to the sensation. He needed her calm and he needed to take this part slow.
“Calm down baby. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said soothingly. Bridget was whimpering, unable to understand what she felt when he touched her. It was like an electric shock. She couldn’t distinguish whether it was unbearable or incredible.
“What happened?” she asked in a high pitch voice.
“Something you weren’t prepared for. I’m gonna do it again OK?” he said giving her a fair warning. She took a deep breath as he rubbed his finger against her nub again. She cried out and bucked her hips. Her heart was pounding. Every inch of her was tingling. He didn’t hurt her, but she wasn’t sure what he did.
“Gerard what’s happening to me?” she asked sounding a bit scared. He didn’t say anything, just swiped her clit making her cry out and buck again.
“Relax baby. Does it feel good yet?” he asked. Bridget was breathing heavily. Now that she was almost used to the feeling, it was very pleasurable. She couldn’t control the next word that came out of her mouth.
“MORE!” she begged. Gerard smiled and pushed the fabric aside, gazing at her shaved area for the first time. She was already wet. He touched her bare clit with his finger and she screamed, trying to get him to do it again. He knew she was gonna cum and he wanted to watch her face while she did it. After four more short strokes on her clit, she thrashed and screamed his name as her first orgasm swept over her body. Gerard watched in awe as she threw her head back and her mouth opened wide. While she calmed down, he removed his jeans unable to take the tightness anymore. His hands moved to the top of her panties and he pulled them off. Gerard moved his body down until his face was in her crotch. He wanted her even wetter then she already was. Without warning, he dragged his tongue along her slit, tasting her juices.
“GERARD!” she exclaimed and grabbed his hair, wanting him to keep going. He began to eat her out in earnest. He slid the tip of his tongue into her tight channel and fucked her with it as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her words were inaudible as she came over and over in his mouth. Gerard was addicted to her scent and her taste. He could have stayed down there all night. He sucked her clit one last time and was satisfied with how dripping wet she was. He moved up to her and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself. She was a little grossed out at first, but found she didn’t mind her taste at all.
“Are you ready for me baby?” Gerard asked. Bridget felt the nervousness and fear creep back into her and gulped. She looked up into his eyes.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked quietly. Gerard, having slept with a virgin before knew the answer, but didn’t want to scare her.
“I’m afraid it does Bri. If you relax though, it won’t be so bad. I’ll make sure you get pleasure out of it,” he said. Bridget took a deep breath and nodded. Gerard removed his boxers and Bridget stared wide-eyed at his very well endowed manhood. How on earth would he fit?
“Everything OK Bri?” he asked with concern.
“Will we fit?” she asked in a whisper. Gerard held back his smile and kissed her forehead.
“We’ll fit perfectly,” he reassured her. Gerard leaned over her and lifted her perfect legs around his waist. Bridget stared up at him with a look of fright, but certainty on her face.
“I love you Bridget,” he said.
“I love you too Gerard,” she replied. He began to push at her opening. He was having a bit of trouble getting inside, but he knew it would be like that. With a little bit of force, he pushed in until he felt her barrier in his way. Bridget whimpered and buried her face in his neck, trying not to let the tears fall. It was painful.
“I’m sorry baby,” Gerard whispered as he broke through her barrier and pushed to the hilt. Bridget cried out loudly and the tears poured down her face. Gerard rested his weight on her and held her close, trying his best not to move. She was so tight around him.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“It hurts,” she whimpered. Gerard nodded and wiped the tears off her cheeks.
“Please don’t cry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said softly.
“I-I know you d-didn’t. I can’t h-help it,” she whispered as she cried more. Gerard hated seeing her in pain more than anything else.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. She shook her head.
“I’ll be OK,” she replied. Gerard kissed the tears that were falling and whispered soothing words in her ear as he tried to calm her down. He soon couldn’t hold still anymore. The wet, tight grip she had on him was overwhelming. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, emitting a yelp from the back of her throat.
“Relax sweetie. I promise it’ll get better,” he told her. After a few more gentle thrusts, the pain receded to a dull stinging sensation and Bridget told him it didn’t hurt as much. He kept the slow pace though, knowing if he got too rough he could really hurt her. Bridget was beginning to respond. Gerard lifted her legs higher and came in contact with her G-Spot, making her gasp. He hit it over and over, loving the sound of her moaning. Gerard was actually inside of her. He was making love to her. Bridget could hardly believe this was happening. She arched her back as she felt his hand snake between their bodies to rub her clit. The room was spinning and her mind was blissfully blank.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked through his heavy breathing.
“Oh god no. Please don’t stop,” she begged. He started to thrust a bit harder, knowing he was going to come soon. Bridget only moaned louder as he hit her g-spot and his man worked her womanhood in time with his thrusts. It wasn’t long before she clamped down hard on him and came screaming out his name. Gerard was not far behind as he came forcefully in her before collapsing. Both were panting roughly, exhausted from their lovemaking. Gerard pulled out of her slowly.
“Ow!” she exclaimed. She felt extremely sore.
“You OK Bri?” he asked with concern.
“I’m sore,” she whispered and pouted. Gerard leaned down and kissed her softly.
“You’ll be all right sweetie,” he told her. He rolled off of her and she slowly sat up and gasped.
“What is it babe?” he asked.
“I-I’m bleeding!” she said, fear in her voice. Gerard sat up and saw the blood on the sheets and inside of her thighs. He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head while she cried.
“It’s OK Bri. It’s very normal to bleed your first time. There’s nothing to worry about,” he said comfortingly. He felt Bridget nod into his chest. They both cleaned up and changed into their pajamas before crawling back into bed. They cuddled together, Gerard unable to stop smiling.
“I love you so much Bridget,” he said.
“I love you too Gerard,” she replied sleepily. Pretty soon she was asleep and Gerard watched her for a few minutes before succumbing to his own dreams.
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