Gerard {You Know All My Favourite Singers} Way {Have Stolen All Of My Best Lines} 3

Christmas Day (night)

A knock on your bedroom door. You smile, knowing exactly who it is.

“Come in,”

Gerard enters in full school uniform from a shoot done almost three years ago. You hide a smile as he stands in front of you, slightly nervously. You lean back in your swivel chair, eyes sweeping up and down, before standing up and sauntering sexily towards him.

“Now, Mr. Way, you’ve, ah, reported a high temperature to me.” You feel his forehead, a pensive look crossing your face. “Mm, I can’t tell. Would you mind removing your clothes, please?”

He tries to hide a smile. “I’m afraid I can’t, Nurse. Could you do it for me?” he requests huskily.

“Arms out!” you command, smiling. He does, and you slide the blazer off first from the front before locking eyes with him. You reach for his tie, never once breaking the gaze but enjoying the feelings coming to light in those dark eyes, and once the tie is unknotted, you loop it around his neck and pull him closer to you. His eyes travel down to your cleavage (an advantage of the uniform you wore) as you slowly, seductively unbutton his shirt. His breathing gets a lot heavier and once you’re done, you stand back, hand on hip.

“My goodness, Mr. Way, you are hot. I can see steam coming off you – and you appear to be breathless.” You go back to him, locking eyes again. “Now. Have there been any complaints at all…” your hand wanders down between his legs “…down here?”

“No, Nurse.” His breathing quickens.

“Oh dear. I think you’re lying to me, Mr. Way. I’ll have to conduct…” you unbuckle his belt “…a closer…” zzzzip! “…inspection.” You yank his trousers down and he obediently steps out of them, kicking them away as you peel his underwear off.

“My God, Mr. Way, your testicles appear to be very much enlarged.” You stand close to him, your hand playing with said testicles.

“N-no, Nurse, they’re always like that,” he gasps.

“I think you’re lying to me again…”

He lets out an ecstatic moan.

“Are they that bad?” you whisper silkily, continuing to fondle them. He continues moaning throatily, his fists clenched, his body tensing.

“Dear oh dear. Lie down on the bed, Mr. Way. I do think you need some rest,” you say huskily, pushing him down on the bed. You yourself are very excited, but in keeping with the role-play agreements, you weren’t about to let him know that.

“How long for, Nurse?” he gasps.

“Sorry?”

“How. Long. For?” he repeats, as you crawl over him with a pair of handcuffs.

“Well, with a condition as serious as yours…hmm, yes…I’d definitely say…” You put his wrists against the bars of the headstand and attach them with the handcuffs very quickly “…a good month or so. Now, what about, ah, your microphone?”

“My microphone?” Gerard asks, his voice almost lost in severe heightened arousal.

“Yes, Mr. Way, your microphone. Has he been affected?” you ask impatiently as you take his, er, microphone in one hand, stroking it over and over. His moans get louder and your stop. “Mm, yes, he has…” You unbutton your slutty nurse outfit, slowly revealing the red lacy underwear Gerard got you just today. His jaw almost drops as you take everything off. You crouch down over his nether regions and trail your breast over his penis – something you know he likes.

“Oh, fuck me!” he cries.

“Excuse me, Mr. Way?” You carry on – you know to do so. “I don’t take sexual harassment from students. You know what happens to them?”

“N-no,” he croaks. You crawl up to his head, putting your mouth to his ear.

“I do them. I drain them of everything. They’re unable to, ah, stand up in court once I’ve done them.”

He swallows as you settle yourself onto him, moaning with please yourself as you get to work on him. You dig your nails into his chest and throw your head back as you increase speed, and that also increases the volume of your husband’s moans.

“Harder!”

“I’m going…as hard…as I can!” you gasp, moving your hands to dig your nails into a different part of his torso.

“FASTER KATIE, I’M ALMOST THERE!” he screams about ten minutes later, his body bucking and arching as waves of pleasure hit the pair of you hard mere seconds apart from each other. You pull yourself off him and crawl back up to him, unchaining him and collapsing into his chest.

“Hnnnffff…” he breathes out into your hair, wrapping his arms around you. The pair of you lie there, your bodies recovering.

“That killed,” he gasps.

“What?” you mumble.

“Not being able to touch you during that. It killed,”

You smirk. “That, my gorgeous angel –” you give him a peck on the lips “ – was the point. Happy Christmas, and here’s to a brilliant 2008,”

“Agreed,” Gerard agrees silkily, bending down for a deeper kiss.