Baby, It's Cold Tonight
Title: Baby, It's Cold Tonight
Author: xemofreakyx
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Warning: Minor Language, excess schmoop
Disclaimer: I don't own them unfortunately
Summary: Just a little Christmassy drabble!
A/N: I wrote this when Gee still had red hair
The coffee scented swirls of steam trailed lazily into the air, translucent and thin. The whole store was infused with the heady tang of roasted coffee beans, luring the caffeine-deprived in out of the cold.
Gerard inhaled heavily, nostrils flaring as he drank in the scent. The padded booth in the corner offered a little privacy from the crowds, keeping him tucked away in his own little world. The sketchpad on the table was littered with tiny doodles, procrastination come to life in graphite and ink. A tiny vampire in the corner smiled, familiar and comforting. Gerard picked up his cup and drank.
The door opened with a cheerful tinkle, a blast of frigid air swirling through the store. The smell of winter hung on the breeze. Gerard shivered, looping his scarf tighter around his neck, cherry red fringes clashing wonderfully with his hair.
Footsteps clattered across the wooden boards toward him, heavy and purposeful. He looked up, a shy smile curving on his lips as the other man settled opposite him, shaking snow from his hair.
"Fuck the snow." He grumbled, shrugging his arms out of his coat before reaching across to steal a sip of coffee. Gerard laughed, high and clear.
"You love the fucking snow, don't lie! And go get your own coffee, dick."
Frank tried to scowl, eyes dancing in the light. "I love the fucking snow more when it's not down my back. It's fucking cold, Gee." He whined, rubbing his fingerless-glove clad hands together. Gerard raised an eyebrow.
"You get no sympathy from me; wear a real fucking coat for once! It's freezing outside."
"Okay Mom." Frank rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I see you're dressed for the weather."
"I'm sensible." Gerard protested, retreating into the warmth of his scarf. Frank laughed at him, reaching across to clasp his hand.
"Yeah," he said, squeezing gently. "Have you been waiting long?"
Gerard looked down thoughtfully. "About a page of doodles long."
"My bad." Frank wrinkled his nose. "The damn bike wouldn't start, so I had to walk. And it's freezing."
"Poor baby." Gerard grinned, giggling when Frank shot him a dirty look.
"I thought you had no sympathy?"
"Can't a guy change his mind?"
"I guess." Frank laughed, leaning across the table to catch his lips in a kiss.
Author: xemofreakyx
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Warning: Minor Language, excess schmoop
Disclaimer: I don't own them unfortunately
Summary: Just a little Christmassy drabble!
A/N: I wrote this when Gee still had red hair
The coffee scented swirls of steam trailed lazily into the air, translucent and thin. The whole store was infused with the heady tang of roasted coffee beans, luring the caffeine-deprived in out of the cold.
Gerard inhaled heavily, nostrils flaring as he drank in the scent. The padded booth in the corner offered a little privacy from the crowds, keeping him tucked away in his own little world. The sketchpad on the table was littered with tiny doodles, procrastination come to life in graphite and ink. A tiny vampire in the corner smiled, familiar and comforting. Gerard picked up his cup and drank.
The door opened with a cheerful tinkle, a blast of frigid air swirling through the store. The smell of winter hung on the breeze. Gerard shivered, looping his scarf tighter around his neck, cherry red fringes clashing wonderfully with his hair.
Footsteps clattered across the wooden boards toward him, heavy and purposeful. He looked up, a shy smile curving on his lips as the other man settled opposite him, shaking snow from his hair.
"Fuck the snow." He grumbled, shrugging his arms out of his coat before reaching across to steal a sip of coffee. Gerard laughed, high and clear.
"You love the fucking snow, don't lie! And go get your own coffee, dick."
Frank tried to scowl, eyes dancing in the light. "I love the fucking snow more when it's not down my back. It's fucking cold, Gee." He whined, rubbing his fingerless-glove clad hands together. Gerard raised an eyebrow.
"You get no sympathy from me; wear a real fucking coat for once! It's freezing outside."
"Okay Mom." Frank rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I see you're dressed for the weather."
"I'm sensible." Gerard protested, retreating into the warmth of his scarf. Frank laughed at him, reaching across to clasp his hand.
"Yeah," he said, squeezing gently. "Have you been waiting long?"
Gerard looked down thoughtfully. "About a page of doodles long."
"My bad." Frank wrinkled his nose. "The damn bike wouldn't start, so I had to walk. And it's freezing."
"Poor baby." Gerard grinned, giggling when Frank shot him a dirty look.
"I thought you had no sympathy?"
"Can't a guy change his mind?"
"I guess." Frank laughed, leaning across the table to catch his lips in a kiss.