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A/N: Today's Muse is brought to you by rain
I opened my eyes to early morning twilight, I almost thought it was still friday night. However the sky grew in pink and light was starting to swell through the leaves. I shivered against the cold dew now dampening the blankets we slept under, Gerard stirred. My eyes traveled up his jaw to his eyes, he pressed his mouth against my forehead. I shot back, and pull the blanket over myself...it was so split second Gerard stared at me.
"Dev?" He reached for my arm.
"No, no no," I laughed awkwardly, "I, um, I," I was glancing around for my clothes, "I uhh," I stumbled slightly still drunk, wiping away the matted hair from my eyes.
"Devon," He said softly getting a hold of me.
"No, don't," I squirmed but he held me close until I stopped.
My breath was labored, and I felt hot tears wetting my face and Gerard's chest. He just held on as I cried out last night's mistakes, I couldn't even grasp it...why had I let it happen. It was more geared at what was going to happen now. This couldn't be happening, beginning of the week he didn't even look at me, now I was being held and crying.
"What did I do?" he asked.
"What did we do?" I asked in return, the choking of my tears made him grasp tighter.
"You think we went to fast?" He brought my face away and cleared the tears.
He laughed at my nod.
"It's not funny," I pushed him away, I grabbed my pants.
Gerard sat back against our coats watching me put on my clothes.
"Well what would you have liked? Dinner, a movie?"
I came really close to his face.
"I already kissed you Devon."
"I uh," I was at a loss of words, I wanted to tell him to end his joke, "Just tell me it was a joke."
"Why," His voice became angry, "Is that what you thought this honestly was? A joke? So Am I joke to you Devon?" He grabbed his clothes and roughly pulled them on.
I stood their staring at him. I'd fucked up.
"As soon as that heals," he hissed pointing at my bruised face, "I'm fucking you over."
He stormed past me.
"Gerard," I whimpered, "please, I'm sorry."
"This time you are, this is the last time I talk to you as, as..." he trailed off, and walked away.
I opened my eyes to early morning twilight, I almost thought it was still friday night. However the sky grew in pink and light was starting to swell through the leaves. I shivered against the cold dew now dampening the blankets we slept under, Gerard stirred. My eyes traveled up his jaw to his eyes, he pressed his mouth against my forehead. I shot back, and pull the blanket over myself...it was so split second Gerard stared at me.
"Dev?" He reached for my arm.
"No, no no," I laughed awkwardly, "I, um, I," I was glancing around for my clothes, "I uhh," I stumbled slightly still drunk, wiping away the matted hair from my eyes.
"Devon," He said softly getting a hold of me.
"No, don't," I squirmed but he held me close until I stopped.
My breath was labored, and I felt hot tears wetting my face and Gerard's chest. He just held on as I cried out last night's mistakes, I couldn't even grasp it...why had I let it happen. It was more geared at what was going to happen now. This couldn't be happening, beginning of the week he didn't even look at me, now I was being held and crying.
"What did I do?" he asked.
"What did we do?" I asked in return, the choking of my tears made him grasp tighter.
"You think we went to fast?" He brought my face away and cleared the tears.
He laughed at my nod.
"It's not funny," I pushed him away, I grabbed my pants.
Gerard sat back against our coats watching me put on my clothes.
"Well what would you have liked? Dinner, a movie?"
I came really close to his face.
"I already kissed you Devon."
"I uh," I was at a loss of words, I wanted to tell him to end his joke, "Just tell me it was a joke."
"Why," His voice became angry, "Is that what you thought this honestly was? A joke? So Am I joke to you Devon?" He grabbed his clothes and roughly pulled them on.
I stood their staring at him. I'd fucked up.
"As soon as that heals," he hissed pointing at my bruised face, "I'm fucking you over."
He stormed past me.
"Gerard," I whimpered, "please, I'm sorry."
"This time you are, this is the last time I talk to you as, as..." he trailed off, and walked away.
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