They get to LA in a flurry of press. Radio shows and on-site interview, paparazzi and special events. They’ve got their own concerts and then he gets pegged to sing with Duran Duran, and Ray’s hip deep in the ‘Sing it for Japan’ project, so it’s been a couple of days before he actually has time at home and can realize that’s where he is, that he actually gets to stay there.
Bandit crashes super early, tired out from all the excitement, as well as a half hour of lullabies and nursery rhymes and the latest installment of ‘The Adventures of the kick ass Princess Bandit, Prince Mikey, and Piglet, their trusty steed’. When he walks out of her bedroom, he can see Lindsey on the couch, her dark red hair fanned out over the black armrest. He walks over to her, never looking away, because looking at his wife is one of his most favorite activities in the entire world.
She has her eyes closed, but he can tell when she realizes he’s close, because she smiles and then sticks her tongue out at him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“I remember the last time I took pictures.” His voice is rough from all the work he’s been putting it through, but there’s an depth to it, a warmth that he sees shiver through her.
She opens her eyes and reaches up, her fingers tangling with his. “Come here.” She tugs him down, and he goes easily, willingly. He sinks to his knees and crawls the last bit to the side of the couch, leaning in to nuzzle her stomach, pushing up her tank top so he can taste the down-soft skin of her abdomen. “M-missed you, you crazy bastard.”
“Missed you more.” He places feathery kisses around her navel and over the soft mound of skin above the waistband of her jeans, following his fingers as he unfastens them and pushes the denim apart. She makes little noises and lifts herself up on her heels, arching off the cushions for him as his tongue snakes down under the waistband of her panties.
“M-missed you most.” She laughs, the sound shaky and inviting and she combs her fingers through his hair. He turns his head and glances at her, seeing how he feels about her reflected in her eyes. “Come up here and kiss me, baby.”
He nods and crawls up onto the couch, onto her, fitting into the cradle of her body. “I love you.”
She nods and tugs his head down to hers, whispering against his mouth before kissing him again. “Welcome home.”
Re: MCR/MSI: Gerard/Lyn-Z - Take You In
Bandit crashes super early, tired out from all the excitement, as well as a half hour of lullabies and nursery rhymes and the latest installment of ‘The Adventures of the kick ass Princess Bandit, Prince Mikey, and Piglet, their trusty steed’. When he walks out of her bedroom, he can see Lindsey on the couch, her dark red hair fanned out over the black armrest. He walks over to her, never looking away, because looking at his wife is one of his most favorite activities in the entire world.
She has her eyes closed, but he can tell when she realizes he’s close, because she smiles and then sticks her tongue out at him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“I remember the last time I took pictures.” His voice is rough from all the work he’s been putting it through, but there’s an depth to it, a warmth that he sees shiver through her.
She opens her eyes and reaches up, her fingers tangling with his. “Come here.” She tugs him down, and he goes easily, willingly. He sinks to his knees and crawls the last bit to the side of the couch, leaning in to nuzzle her stomach, pushing up her tank top so he can taste the down-soft skin of her abdomen. “M-missed you, you crazy bastard.”
“Missed you more.” He places feathery kisses around her navel and over the soft mound of skin above the waistband of her jeans, following his fingers as he unfastens them and pushes the denim apart. She makes little noises and lifts herself up on her heels, arching off the cushions for him as his tongue snakes down under the waistband of her panties.
“M-missed you most.” She laughs, the sound shaky and inviting and she combs her fingers through his hair. He turns his head and glances at her, seeing how he feels about her reflected in her eyes. “Come up here and kiss me, baby.”
He nods and crawls up onto the couch, onto her, fitting into the cradle of her body. “I love you.”
She nods and tugs his head down to hers, whispering against his mouth before kissing him again. “Welcome home.”