Ash's One Shots - Page 2 - The Black Parade

Issabbella · 05-08-2008, 07:08 PM

LOVE EM!!!!! amazing dear

**Lokeriel** · 05-08-2008, 10:47 PM

Right Where You're Standing
FI/OFC
Rating: 18+ for dirty smutty sex
I guess this is for Jo. It was the first name that came to mind as I was writing. Some of this was REALLY awkward for me to write, since Jo is like, one of my best friends. I kinda wish I had named the character AFTER I wrote the story. The smutty bits would have been easier to write, i think, lol. I'm not very good at writing dirty scenes, it's really hard for me to do, so please understand if that bit is....not good. lol.

Jo woked in the copy office of some hot-shot law firm in Newark, New Jersey. Her job was fairly boring; she made copies, printed out contracts and other various paperwork. She made the rounds with mail, and occasionally had to get coffee for some of the lawyers. Over-all, she enjoyed the job. Most of the time she got away with just surfing the internet when there was nothing else to do.

"Johanna." She jumped at the sound of her full name, and looked up to see one of the front office secretaries standing in front of her. She was a skinny middle aged woman with a severe face, which was accentuated by the tight bun on the top of her head. Standing behind her was a short young man, not more then twenty, Jo guessed. He wore the standard business work attire, white shirt, grey slacks and jacket, and a striking red tie. Something about him struck her that he was not the suit and tie kind of guy.

"Can I help you, Mildred?" Jo asked the secretary.

"Yes, Johanna, you can" Mildred replied. Jo flinched. She hated when people used her full name. Despised it, even. But no matter how much she protested, they refused to simply call her Jo. "We have a new employee. Mr Iero?" She motioned for him to step forward, which he did. "Would you mind showing him around today?" Jo could tell from the tone in Mildred's voice that she really didn't have a choice.

"Um, ok." Jo agreed. Mildred just nodded and turned around, stalking back to the front office. Jo shook her head and turned her attention to the man standing in front of her, gazing uninterestedly at the floor. "Well, welcome to the copy office. I'm Jo." She stood up and extended her right hand to him. He took it and looked straight into her eyes. She was so surprised by the beauty of his hazel eyes that she could have melted right then and there.

"Thanks. I'm Frank." He smiled and shook her hand, holding onto it a little longer than was necessary before letting go. They just stared at each other for a long moment before Jo stepped away from her desk.

"Well," she said nervously. "I guess I better show you around!"

***

They got a long quickly, and talked often, though there was an intensity in Franks eyes that made Jo nervous. Every time he looked at her from under his long eyelashes, she felt a sweet chill go through her body, from the back of her throat to the tips of her toes. They worked a little closer than necessary, and their hands touched a little too long when they handed something to each other. Jo felt intoxicated half the day, with the scent of his cologne constantly in her nostrils.

"I'm sorry if I'm standing too close to you." Frank said one day, a month after he had started working. They were standing together at the copy machine, their hips touching. He was making copies, which she was to deliver to one of the lawyers.

"I was just thinking that." Jo laughed nervously. He finished the copies and handed them to her, and she ran off with them as quickly as she could. She returned later, to the break room, to get herself a cup of coffee. She found Frank there, chatting up one of the young interns, and she felt a twinge of jealousy. She chastised herself for it, there was no reason. But it persisted, and ate at her. Frank caught her eye and smiled as she walked past him to the coffee pot, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey Jo." He eyed her deviously, and she felt almost dirty.

"Hey Frank." She replied, as one of the lawyers entered the room, and the intern Frank was talking to abandoned him for more interesting fare. After pouring her coffee, Jo leaned against the counter top in the corner of the room, and watched as Frank walked towards her. He stopped right next to her, and opened the cabinet above their heads, as if he were looking for something within. It occurred to Jo that no one could see their heads, as the cabinet door was in the way. Frank leaned in close to Jo, and breathed lightly in her ear.

"I wanna fuck you, right where you're standing." He whispered in her ear. It took every ounce of will she had not to drop her coffee all over the both of them. Blood rushed to her face, and a visible chill went through her body. He smiled at the effect his words had. "I know you want it. You've wanted it since the day we met." There was no way she could deny it. They both knew he was right. She would have taken him right there if it hadn't been for the lawyer and his intern across the room.

"Meet me in the supply closet. Ten minutes." She gasped. He brushed his lips against her cheek, then pulled a random item out of the cabinet and quietly shut it. He smiled at her before walking away to make coffee with the hazelnut flavoured powdered creamer he'd just found. She walked quickly out of the room to her desk, to retrieve her purse, then she hurried to the bathroom. She splashed some cool water on her face and tried, unsuccessfully to collect her thoughts. After several minutes, she reapplied her makeup and looked at her watch. It had been almost ten minutes. She rushed out of the bathroom.

"I thought you weren't coming." Came Frank's voice as she opened the supply room door. Jo entered the room and shut the door behind her. Frank walked up to her quickly, and maneuvered some random objects in front of the door so that no one from the outside could enter. It was dark in the room, and Jo could barely make out his features. Even in the near-darkness, he was gorgeous. "You still want to do this?" He asked, and she nodded. He covered her mouth with his own, and she moaned into the kiss. She was surprised at the realization of how badly she had wanted this. He kissed her more deeply and pushed her to the back of the room, where an empty counter top awaited. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the counter top. His hands left her hips and trailed down her thighs to her knees, where her skirt ended. His mouth moved to nibble on her neck, and she had to put her hand over her mouth to suppress the moan of pleasure that almost escaped her lips. Frank pushed her knee length skirt up so that it was around her waist, and pulled her close-knit fishnet stockings and panties around her ankles, leaving on her red high heels.

"Oh my god" Jo whispered as Frank slipped two fingers inside her, feeling how wet she was. He grinned as she fumbled with his belt buckle before releasing it and letting his pants drop to the floor, followed quickly by his boxers. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, and she breather hard, determined not to make a sound. She could feel the release coming, and she knew she needed to stop him. She hadn't been touched in two years, and this was not how she wanted to go. Finally, she grabbed him by the wrist, forcing him to stop. He looked at her, confusion in his eyes. "Frank," She gasped, "I need you to fuck me." With a smile, he obliged, entering with a hard quick thrust, causing her to almost forget the need for quiet.

"Happily." He groaned, pumping harder into her with each thrust. It wasn't long before she was at her peak again.

"Fuck." Jo whispered harshly into Franks ear. "I'm gonna cum."

"Wait for me. I'm almost there." He replied before letting out a barely audible moan at the same time that Jo dug her nails into his back. He slowed his pace gradually but quickly, before halting altogether and resting his forehead on Jo's shoulder. "Fuck." He let out in a shaky voice. He looked up at her and she had to smile. She was still trying to convince herself that that really just happened. She'd never done anything like that at work before, and it was not something she would have even considered, normally. Frank pulled himself out of her and dropped to his knees, causing Jo to look at him quizzically. He just grinned as he pulled off her right heel, and peeled the stocking off her foot.

"What are you doing?" She asked at Frank pulled her panties all the way off and stood up, pulling his pants. He fastened his buckle and deposited the panties in his pocket. "You expect me to work the rest of the day without underwear?" She demanded. Frank just nodded.

"For the memory. You never know when something like this will happen again" He admitted, dropping back to his knees and pulling Jo's stocking back onto her foot, and up to her knees. Jo's face fell, and betrayed emotions that she did not want him to see. For that moment, she felt used. She felt like a whore. She looked down, hoping Frank didn't see, and went about fixing her stockings and pulling her skirt down. As she slipped her foot back into her abandoned heel, Frank lifted her chin with his hand. "After all, next time this happens, I'd like it to be somewhere a bit more private. Like your place, or mine. Where we can make a bit more noise, and take our time." She smiled as he moved in and joined his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. They stayed like that for several moments, before Frank finally pulled away. "We better get back, before people start wondering." Jo nodded in agreement. "Dinner tonight?" He asked, hopefully. Jo was amazed that he thought there was any possibility that she would turn him down.

"That sounds great." She smiled.

"Awesome. See you after work then." Frank stole a small kiss before exiting the room.

Jo · 05-09-2008, 01:08 AM

I just read all of these, Ash, and they're so good!
I'm really glad you're back to writing.
I really can't wait to read more.

& AAAHHH @ the last one.

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Originally Posted by Lokeriel

Frank pushed her knee length skirt up so that it was around her waist, and pulled her close-knit fishnet stockings and panties around her ankles, leaving on her red high heels.

That totally gave in to my current legs & high heels fetish.
I loved it up until this point, & then I loved it more. xD
Thank yooou!<33

**Lokeriel** · 05-09-2008, 01:13 AM

Thanks so much, love!
I'm really glad you liked them!
especially that last one >_<

Memory_Faded · 05-09-2008, 04:03 AM

Aw. I loved the ending of that one.

Amazing writting.

**Lokeriel** · 05-10-2008, 02:24 AM

Foundations
BB/OFC
Rating: 15 for language and alcohol use
Based lightly on the song "Foundations" by Kate Nash, because I love that song, and it won't get out of my head!

She took stock in her mind, making she had everything prepared. The lasagne had just been put in the oven, the salad was done and sitting in the fridge, the bread sticks were laid out on the baking sheet, and just needed to be put into the oven when the lasagna was done. She checked the timer on the lasagna. She had forty-five minutes before it was done, and about half an hour before their guests arrived. She hurried from the kitchen to the bedroom to get ready. She traded her torn jeans and old Metallica t-shirt for a plain black skirt and purple silk blouse. She fixed her make-up and check the time again. Ten minutes until the guests would arrive. She slipped a pair of mary janes onto her feet and went back into the kitchen. She started to set the table when the doorbell rang.

"Bob?" She called out to her husband. "Honey, can you answer the door please?" She waited, and the doorbell rang again. "BOB!" She shouted. Still no answer. With a loud sigh, she marched to the front door. She swung it oped right as Frank had his fist in the air, prepared to knock. She smiled at his flushed face and startled expression.

"Lucy! Damn, you scared the shit out of me! For a second, I thought no one was home!" Frank exclaimed. Lucy laughed and leaned forward, exchanging kisses on the cheek with Frank. "Oh, Luce, this is my girlfriend, Beth." He introduced Lucy to the girl standing next to him.

"Nice to meet you Beth" Lucy extended her hand, and they shook. "Well come on in guys, I was just setting the table. Gerard and Lara should be here soon." Lucy opened the door wider and Frank and Beth entered the house. "Have a seat on the couch. Dinner will be ready soon!" Lucy went back to the dining room to finish setting the table. She hadn't been in there for more than ten seconds before the doorbell rang again. "BOB!" She shouted as the back door slammed.

"What?" Her husband finally replied, walking into the kitchen. Lucy grew infuriated at the sight of him. He was just wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, his shaggy hair was disheveled, and he hadn't shaved in about a week. "I was just having a smoke!"

"Would you go answer the door?" She demanded. He just looked at her and scrunched up his nose. "Door? Please? Do I have to talk like a fucking caveman for you to comprehend what I'm saying?" Bob just walked away shaking his head as Lucy continued to yell at him. "And would it have killed you to clean up a little bit?"

"Hey Gerard! How's it goin' brother? And Lara, it's good to see you! You look beautiful." Lucy could hear Bob's voice from the living room. Of course he could tell Gerard's fiancee she looked beautiful, but he couldn't even be bothered to notice that she was wearing the blouse he'd gotten her for their first anniversary.

Before long everyone was seated at the table, enjoying the dinner that Lucy prepared. Frank and Gerard discussed plans for a band they wanted to form, while the ladies chatted about Lucy's recipe for lasagna. Bob ate loudly, taking a swig of beer now and then, causing Lucy to roll her eyes.

"This is really fucking good, Luce." He finally mumbled between bites.

"Yeah, thanks for the intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?" She replied in a voice she knew he found annoying.

"Damn." Bob dropped his fork onto his plate with a loud clang. "You know, you don't have to be such a bitch about it." All conversation at the table stopped at this point, and Lucy knew that their guests must have been embarrassed by the argument that was starting, but she just didn't care anymore.

"Bob, may I speak with you in the kitchen? Now." She said, standing up and placing her napkin on top of her unfinished meal. He shoveled the last bit on his plate into his mouth before getting up to follow her. As soon as they left the room, their shouts could be heard in the dining room.

"Um," Frank spoke up as the rest of them sat in silence. "Gerard, I vote you go in there and tell them thanks for the meal, but we're gonna take off."

"Fuck, man. Why me?" Gerard complained.

"Because you've known them longer, and I had to say something last time this happened." Frank reasoned. With a sigh, Gerard left his place at the dinner table.

"You're just so fucking bitter!" Bob shouted at Lucy as Gerard entered the room. They both stopped and stared at him as he cleared his throat.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys. I just wanted to let you know that we're all gonna head out." Gerard explained. Lucy was visibly disappointed, but Bob didn't seem to care. "Thanks for the meal, it was awesome, as always, Lucy. See you guys later." Gerard ducked back out of the kitchen quickly, and the shouting resumed.

"I don't understand what your problem is, Luce. I was giving you a goddamned compliment!" Bob yelled.

"My problem is not your 'goddamned compliment,' Bob." She sighed. "Wake up! My problem is that you're a goddamned slag! You sit around here all day, drinking beer, and acting like a fucking caveman! I can't deal with this anymore, Robert! I can't!" It was all Lucy could do to not breakdown as she tried to explain.

"What are you talking about?" Bob asked as he say down at the small table in the corner of the kitchen.

"I'm talking about every time we fight like this. It's not right. I'm trying so desperately to hold on, Bob. I'm trying so fucking hard. But what I'm trying to hold onto just isn't there anymore. I need to let go." She sank into the seat next to him. "We both do."

Memory_Faded · 05-10-2008, 05:06 AM

I am seriously in love with your one-shots.

They're all amazing.
(L)

Issabbella · 05-10-2008, 01:27 PM

i love em!!! Ash, you are amazing!! <3

**Lokeriel** · 05-10-2008, 09:26 PM

Forever
GW/OFC
Rating: 15

Karen came home to a seemingly empty apartment. Her boyfriend was no where to been seen, and all was quiet. She'd hoped Gerard would be there, since she'd been away on business for two weeks, and missed him terribly. She dropped her keys on the table by the door, and made towards their bedroom to put her luggage away.

She found him there, passed out on their bed. The desk in the corner was covered in empty beer bottles, and, upon closer inspection, an assortment of pill bottles and an empty baggie that she could only guess had contained cocaine at some point. Rage overtook her as she rushed to the side of the bed, and slapped him across the face while he slept. He groaned, but did not wake up. She slapped him again, this time getting more of a reaction.

"Fuck, ow." He mumbled, struggleing to open his eyes. "Wha th' fucks goingon?" His eyes opened, and saw Karen, her face red and her eyes full of tears. Gerards expression became a mix of guilt, fear, and remorse. "I thought you weren't gonna be home til Friday." He whispered.

"It is fucking Friday, Gerard!" She started throwing empty bottles into the waste bin. "I thought this was over! I thought you'd fucking cleaned up!"

"Everytime you're gone, I get high, because I don't know what else to do with myself. I miss you too much. I'm incomplete without you!" He cried. "Please don't leave, Karen. I want to be with you forever!"

"Forever is an awfully long time, Gerard." She replied, tears streaming down her face as she turned her back and walked away.

Issabbella · 05-11-2008, 12:01 AM

oh my gosh. thats so sad!! but i love it!!