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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Bandom, My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Rule_63, Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Alternate_Universe_-_High
      School, Body_Image, Fluff, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-11 Words: 2621
****** Make Me Tremble (Make Me Shake) ******
by Mondegreen
Summary
     It's like any other Friday night horror marathon in the basement, and
     then suddenly it's not. Or: the one where Frank and Gerard are high
     school lesbians, and then they make out.
Notes
     Originally posted 11/17/10. For lj user madcap_shiny and lj user
     swiiftly, because without them I would have dropped out long ago.
     also for lj user digi_dragon, even though this is not her fandom, for
     eating ice cream and crying with me and for letting me draw the Lady
     of Sorrows on her for Halloween. ilu guys so much there are not
     words, okay. ♥♥♥!! I am sorry I did not get to work in the bit about
     Mikey teaching Gee how to kiss. I will save that for another time.
     Title from "You Drive Me Wild" by the Runaways.
Gee hadn't expected this.

They're curled up in a pile of limbs on Gee's bed, she and Frankie, watching
Evil Dead II late at night with the lights off. Mikey's asleep on the beanbag
chair in the corner, her breath even and quiet, her crooked glasses reflecting
the TV screen. Frankie's pretty much passed out too, except she's mostly on top
of Gee and her elbow is digging uncomfortably into Gee's side. It's like any
other Friday night.

And then Gee feels a slight movement against her in the general vicinity of her
chest.

She looks down. At some point, Frankie has shifted in her sleep so that her
head is pillowed against Gee's tits. She's got one hand caught under Gee's arm
so her palm is softly resting on one breast – not actually groping, just...
there.

Gee freezes. "Um," she says, because seriously, what the fuck. It's not like
Frankie groping people is an uncommon occurrence – not even like Frankie
groping her is an uncommon occurrence – but this isn't... this doesn't feel
like the same thing. "Frankie?"

Frankie doesn't respond.

"Hey," Gee says, and kind of shoves at her a little with one shoulder. Her
heart's going what feels like a mile a minute. "You awake?"

This time Frankie does answer, in the form of a happy little sleep noise that
sounds kind of like a purr, and another squirming shift of her skinny body that
leaves her with one knee pressed between Gee's thighs, pushing up her uniform
skirt.

Fuck, Gee thinks, and pretends not to notice how her nipples go totally hard at
the slide of Frankie's naked skin against hers, the way Frankie's lips are just
slightly parted and her breath is ghosting hot over Gee's collarbone. God, all
Gee wants to do right now is kiss her and never stop. She wonders quietly why
the fuck this is her life. The universe gives her this badass gorgeous insane
amazing little motherfucker of a best friend, and then Gee has to go and fall
in love with her and make everything horrible and awkward.

...And now she's apparently molesting Frankie in her sleep. Fucking awesome,
seriously.

The credits start to roll on the TV, and Gee uses the hand that's not trapped
under a hundred-and-something pounds of Iero to reach over and hit the mute
button on the remote (she can't quite reach the power button, but whatever).
"Frankie," she says again, and it comes out sounding too loud in the sudden
quiet.

It sounds fucking creepy, but Frankie's really pretty when she sleeps – all the
calm that never seems to appear when she's awake suddenly concentrated in her
face. Gee idly strokes her hair. Frankie, she thinks, is kind of like a really
vicious kitten, tiny and fierce and particularly weak to being petted. Even in
her sleep, she's nuzzling closer, humming her satisfaction, and– wait a minute.
"You're not really asleep, are you," Gee says, accusatory.

"Nope," Frankie says cheerfully, opening one eye, no trace of sleep in her
voice. "Hi!"

"You sneaky fuck," Gee says, feeling that fucking blush rising in her face even
as her stomach goes ice cold. Fuck fuck fuck, she was this close to just giving
in and kissing Frankie, and Frankie has to know that.

"Guilty as charged," Frankie says. Then, petulantly: "You didn't touch me back,
fucker."

Gee stares at her. "I didn't t– What?"

Frankie squeezes with the hand that's still on Gee's tits. Gee can't help the
little gasp that escapes her mouth. "I was waiting for you to like, fucking
kiss me or something, so I could be all like 'hah, not really asleep!' and then
jump you. But you fucked it up."

"I– But I thought you were actually asleep!" Gee protests, and tries to flail
before remembering that as little as Frankie is, Gee's still kind of stuck
under her. "I wasn't just– I wasn't going to take advantage of you!"

Frankie crawls up Gee's body until she's straddling Gee's hips, leaning in
until their noses are just inches apart. "I'm not asleep now," she says, and
she's grinning but it doesn't feel like a joke, not with the note of
uncertainty in her voice and the flash of nervousness in her eyes.

Gee licks her lips nervously. Frankie seems to take that as her cue to move
even closer. "Frankie–" Gee gets out, and then talking is suddenly impossible
and also doesn't matter, because Frankie Iero is kissing her.

She sort of wants to pinch herself, because this is not happening. There is no
fucking way her best friend is pressing her into the mattress and licking into
her mouth, because that would never happen ever. Gee's about to push dream-
Frankie off of her, so it'll hurt less when she wakes up alone, and then
Frankie bites at Gee's bottom lip, and okay, that kind of stings, but mostly it
just feels good, especially with how Frankie's hand is creeping up Gee's shirt
and–

"I think I'm not dreaming," Gee says dazedly when Frankie breaks the kiss to
gasp for breath, because her mouth is stupid and does not always consult her
actual brain before speaking.

Frankie giggles – and how much does Gee love her fucking giggle, seriously? –
but her smile is less smirk and more gleeful grin when she says, "You dream
about me?"

"Only for like, the last year," Gee says, because she sucks at lying to
Frankie.

And it really is true. Sometimes it's in the abstract (fingers lips tongues
teeth everywhere, leaving her breathless and miserable in the morning),
sometimes it's clearer (a fuck-you smirk going soft against her mouth and inked
hands pressing her wrists to the wall), sometimes it doesn't make any sense
(that one time when she was Cassie Cain and Frankie was Helena Bertinelli and
they fought crime all over Gotham and made out on rooftops), but it's always,
always Frankie.

Except it's never been Frankie like this. Dream-Frankie's smile was never this
bright (going past gleeful now into downright brilliant), her weight on top of
Gee was never this solid (little and wiry, but tough enough that Gee knows she
can keep her pinned to the bed), her skin never felt this warm under Gee's
touch (hot enough that she can tell Frankie's blushing a little too when Gee
reaches up to touch her cheek), and this is real.

"You fucking dork," Frankie says, with this wild fondness in her voice and her
eyes, and goes for the buttons of Gee's uniform blouse.

In what feels like no time at all, Frankie's wrestled off both her shirt and
bra, and Gee's on her back wearing nothing but her skirt and panties, feeling
pale and unsexy and horribly exposed. She moves to cross her arms over her
chest.

Frankie tugs her hands away. "Don't."

"Then don't stare at me, fucker," Gee says helplessly, awkwardly, knowing
Frankie's ignoring her. "Come on–"

"You're gorgeous," Frankie says fiercely.

She leans down again, breathing over one nipple, watching it harden again,
flicking her tongue out suddenly and oh. Gee feels her skin prickle, and she
gasps sharply. "Your tits, Gee, fuck," Frankie goes on, squeezing one none too
gently like she's making a point or something. "Just– let me, please, wanted to
do this for so fucking long."

Gee's not really in a position to argue. She's kind of too busy making these
little whimpering sounds every time Frankie's tongue darts out of her mouth,
every time Frankie's fingers pinch or rub or scratch, because jesus fuck, she'd
known she was a little sensitive but she had no idea it would be like this.

Frankie strokes a hand along Gee's bare side, setting off a whole new wave of
shivers, settling where the material of her skirt meets her skin. "I'm taking
this off now," she announces imperiously, and slides her hand around to Gee's
back to get at her zipper.

Wait, Gee wants to say, and don't, and I don't want you to see me like this,
asshole, I'm not beautiful like you. Instead she bites her lip and focuses on
the fingertips tracing haphazardly across her skin as Frankie gets distracted
by her curves. The skirt joins her shirt in a heap on the floor. Gee is
suddenly really glad she's wearing panties that aren't totally old and gross,
and then Frankie pulls those off too.

"Frankie–" she squawks, flailing a little, sort of trying to cover all of
herself at once and failing completely.

Frankie runs one finger down the central line of Gee's body, between her tits,
over her navel, stopping just short of– oh. "Hey," she says, and Gee can hear
the nervousness in that one word. "Hey, can I?"

Gee nods shakily. "Yeah, okay," she says, and then chokes on an "oh, fuck."
Because Frankie's two fingers are sliding into her, easy and maybe a little too
fast and it feels weird, yeah, but also kind of awesome, because it's– that's
Frankie inside her, and this is happening.

"Gee?" Frankie's voice is worried, like she thinks she's fucked up or
something.

Gee means to say something along the lines of "yeah, it's great, keep going,"
and then Frankie's fingers curve inside her and all she can manage is "oh."

She's not sure what she was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn't this. She
knew sex would probably be awkward (it is), but feel pretty great (it does),
possibly (definitely) at the same time. She didn't know she'd be focusing on
the way the fingers of Frankie's other hand are gripping her side, on the sound
of their breath coming quicker, on the feel of Frankie's teeth – fuck – as she
sucks a dark red mark on the skin of Gee's throat. Maybe Gee's just easy, but
every time Frankie's guitar calluses drag fast and rough over her clit she
feels like she's going to come right then and there.

She realizes suddenly that she's babbling. "Fuck, Frankie, right there, right
there, I can't–"

Frankie nips at her jaw. "Oh my god, shut up, you're gonna wake up Mikey."

"Dude," Gee says, reproachful, "I do not need to be thinking about my baby
sister right now," and then Frankie twists her fingers just right and Gee cuts
herself off with a moan. There's too much, too much of everything and Frankie's
hand never stops moving, somehow hitting all the spots Gee wants it to, over
and over until there's waves of lightning heat running through her and Gee
feels like she's shaking apart, her bitten nails digging into the skin of
Frankie's shoulderblades as she comes.

She shivers herself out and then goes limp, falling back against the mattress
and breathing hard. "Fuck," she says, and the entire world is totally awesome.

"My turn," Frankie demands, and only then does Gee notice the damp spot on her
thigh where Frankie's been rubbing desperately against her. "C'mon, I just gave
you a fucking awesome orgasm, my turn now."

"You're fucking up my afterglow, asshole," Gee grumbles, but she sits up again,
grabs Frankie's hips to keep her still and tugs off her panties. Frankie's on
the verge of begging, all worked up and desperate and the hottest goddamn thing
Gee's ever seen in her life. She's squirming in Gee's lap, tiny and beautiful
and there's sweat trailing down her tattoos and she's still wearing her fucking
school uniform.

Frankie lets out a high, needy sound when Gee pushes one finger inside her,
rocking slightly against her hand. "Fuck, you're tight," Gee says, and there
goes her lack of brain-to-mouth filter again. But it's true – Frankie's like,
virgin-tight, even though Gee knows she's definitely not one. She's slick and
hot and seconds after the first finger's in, she's begging Gee for "more, come
on, not enough, wanna feel you," spreading her legs even wider so Gee can add
another.

Gee feels more than sees Frankie's shudder as she pushes a second finger inside
her, feels more than hears the little half-pained moan vibrate against her
throat. She freezes.

Frankie glares at her, her eyes a little hazy. "Why'd you stop," she hisses.

"I'm hurting you," Gee protests, but Frankie grabs her wrist and keeps her hand
where it is.

"No, okay, fucking give it to me," Frankie says, and her voice is low and
rough, making what would be a line from a cheap porno on anyone else's tongue
sound like the filthiest and most perfect words Gee's ever heard. "I can take
it, just–" She doesn't finish her sentence, just sort of wriggles against Gee
with a little whine. "Please?"

"Yeah," Gee says quickly, because seriously, is there even another answer to
that question, no there is not. "Yeah, just– tell me if I'm doing anything
wrong, okay?"

Frankie nods, a little frantically. "Okay," she says, and shoves her hips back
down, fucking herself on Gee's fingers.

Gee had always kind of assumed getting another girl off would be just like
getting herself off, only backwards. Clearly, this is complete bullshit,
because the angle is all wrong and she can't get her fingers deep enough and
she knows her wrist is going to hurt like hell after a few minutes. "Hang on,"
she says, "let me just," and Frankie makes a little noise of frustration as Gee
slides her fingers out again. "Do you want to– I don't know, lie down or
something so I can–?"

"Gee," Frankie says, "I don't care, just do something already. Like this is
fine, just–" She shifts around so she's got one knee planted on either side of
Gee's hips. "Do it, okay?"

Gee's not surprised, really, that Frankie's such a bossy little fuck in bed,
but she didn't think it would be so hot. "Okay."

Frankie, apparently, is also just as easy as Gee is, because it feels like no
time before she's swearing and clawing at Gee's shoulders and spasming around
her fingers, her back arching as she comes.

Gee lets Frankie push her back onto the mattress and just lie on top of her,
skinny arms splayed out like a very tired starfish. "That was," Gee says, and
doesn't finish her sentence.

"Pretty much, yeah." Frankie's voice is muffled slightly against Gee's
collarbone.

For a while, the basement's quiet, broken only by the faint ticking of the
clock on the wall and the little sighing almost-snores Mikey makes in her sleep
(Gee is secretly really glad that she sleeps like the dead). Right when it's
starting to get really awkward, Gee blurts out, "So–" just as Frankie says,
"Does this–" and they both kind of giggle nervously.

"You go first," Frankie says. Her cheeks are sort of pink, but Gee's not sure
if that's embarrassment or just a sex thing or whatever.

She hesitates, determinedly averting her eyes, like that's supposed to deflect
any possible rejection. "So I think I'm kind of in love with you?"

Frankie makes a little scoffing noise and elbows her in the stomach, but not as
hard as she could have. "Well, yeah, I think I kind of knew that."

"…Oh," Gee says, because what else is she even supposed to say to an anti-
climax like that. Besides "why the fuck didn't you tell me sooner" and "maybe
now you'll believe me about not having a thing for Brianna," anyway. "Then what
was yours?"

"Does this mean we're dating now?" Frankie says, grinning, equal parts hopeful
and smug.

"Fuck yes it does," Gee says fiercely, and when she kisses Frankie she doesn't
even care that they're angled all stupid and they totally knock foreheads.
Frankie kisses back just as hard, so Gee figures that she probably doesn't care
either.
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