When the truth hurts.
Short piece - Alicia/Gerard/Mikey
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You step inside, one foot at a time, into your dress, black and smooth, until you cry out for Mikey to come zip you up.
"Mikey's still in the shower," Gerard says, quietly stepping into the bedroom.
"Oh," you breathe, suddenly feeling warm.
"Can I help you with that?"
"Yeah, sure," you reply, pulling your dark hair over your shoulder while trying to keep your dress close to your body.
Gerard steps behind you, his dress shoes echoing on the wood floor, and he takes hold of the zipper, pulling it up slowly at first, until you blush again, realizing you need to suck in a just tiny bit for him to continue.
"You look nice tonight," he says, still standing close behind you.
You finally look into the mirror in front of you, his reflection so close by, and it's there in his eyes, it's swallow and wide, ripples across a murky lake - but oh, is it ever there.
You turn around, breathless and unexpectedly shy, intimidated by his poise, his seniority, those eyes and lips, his heart so strong and his body, different, but definitely so, so close.
Gerard puts his forefinger on your wrist as you two stand there, stunned and wondering, and the feeling is mutual, the feeling to place your lips so delicately upon his own, then to hungrily grab his face, his hair, to be warmed by his arms placed around your waist. You two just stand there, his hand slowly creeping further into your own, you just stand there. Gerard...
"Hey, get out man," Mikey yells, walking into the room, and you try not to let your face (your spine, and breathing aching veins) betray you.
"I have to get dressed Gerard, move, but you can stay here, babe," Mikey continues, giving you a peck on the cheek before he leans down to grab the dress shirt on the bed.
Gerard turns around, walks out of the room without a word, and you continue to get ready for your engagement party.
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You step inside, one foot at a time, into your dress, black and smooth, until you cry out for Mikey to come zip you up.
"Mikey's still in the shower," Gerard says, quietly stepping into the bedroom.
"Oh," you breathe, suddenly feeling warm.
"Can I help you with that?"
"Yeah, sure," you reply, pulling your dark hair over your shoulder while trying to keep your dress close to your body.
Gerard steps behind you, his dress shoes echoing on the wood floor, and he takes hold of the zipper, pulling it up slowly at first, until you blush again, realizing you need to suck in a just tiny bit for him to continue.
"You look nice tonight," he says, still standing close behind you.
You finally look into the mirror in front of you, his reflection so close by, and it's there in his eyes, it's swallow and wide, ripples across a murky lake - but oh, is it ever there.
You turn around, breathless and unexpectedly shy, intimidated by his poise, his seniority, those eyes and lips, his heart so strong and his body, different, but definitely so, so close.
Gerard puts his forefinger on your wrist as you two stand there, stunned and wondering, and the feeling is mutual, the feeling to place your lips so delicately upon his own, then to hungrily grab his face, his hair, to be warmed by his arms placed around your waist. You two just stand there, his hand slowly creeping further into your own, you just stand there. Gerard...
"Hey, get out man," Mikey yells, walking into the room, and you try not to let your face (your spine, and breathing aching veins) betray you.
"I have to get dressed Gerard, move, but you can stay here, babe," Mikey continues, giving you a peck on the cheek before he leans down to grab the dress shirt on the bed.
Gerard turns around, walks out of the room without a word, and you continue to get ready for your engagement party.
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