Stay! Third story in the 'Don't let me sleep' series.

Alright kiddies...something is coming here soon. So...WATCH OUT!!!

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Coming soon...now you KNOW if I was writing it with a title like that it would def be smut!

...heavens Lis...

Bit...I'da spelled it CUMING SOOOON

...should I change it so people will know that smut will be here?

that would depend on if there IS going to be smut here...

...........so...................?

...maybe...

oooOOOOOoooo go Zomb! *high five*

I'll beleive the smut when I see it

I CAN DO IT!!!!

Don't doubt me...I'll do it....

Title has changed in preparation for the new story...


So...there's that.

Ok...here is the first post of Stay. If you have not read any or "Don't Let Me Sleep", or "Come Crashing Down", then leave...it is for your own good...if you have, welcome to more torture...

I must confess...I do enjoy watching you squirm a bit more than I should. XD
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A snowy early morning light peered through the thin curtains that covered the windows in a small bedroom in a mountain cabin. The house was cheep and slightly dirty looking, but it was warm and happy…for the most part. As the sunbeams stretched lazily across the room they touched Frank’s eyes, causing him to flinch and let out a small moan. Reluctantly he opened his eyes, glaring at the sunlight bouncing off the snow a moment before burying his face a bit further in the dark head of hair that was next to him. As he breathed in her scent of cookies and home he felt her lips that were against his collarbone pulling up slightly in a sleepy smile. Her breath was as warm and soft against his neck as her hand and feet here cold against other parts of his skin. Frank felt her arms across his bare back, holding him tight to her to keep her warm in their small bed as they slept in their shared pair of pajamas.
Robyn and Frank had been living in this cabin for a little over a month, renting it from a gentleman in the closest town with the leftover money from Azrael. The journey to their temporary home had been a bit harder than they had expected. When they had woken up the day after being sold…the day after their whole lives had changed they had gone to sell the car. Frank had to grit his teeth as the sales man had said that the best they could get for a car without mirrors was one of his older model cars or trucks. Robyn’s smile and warm hand grasping his had kept him from beating the hell out of the guy who was only giving them crappy cars because their car had no mirrors. Instead he smiled and nodded and took a small pickup truck that had seemed nice enough. The new had worn off on the car about ten hours later when the heat had gone out. They talked it over on the side of the road, where Frank was attempting to try to fix it himself, that they would rather not wait for the car to be fixed so they just bought blankets. As Robyn had gone in a small store to buy blankets, coats, wooly under-things, and some food, Frank had risked leaving her to call his mother and make up an excuse for going missing. At the moment he could not remember it, something about helping a friend move he thought, but he had thought it had sounded ok, plus it gave him an excuse for being gone until the later next year at least. After that they had driven night and day, taking turns sometimes when Frank could no longer drive, and when they slept it was on the side of the road, snuggled up together to keep from freezing to death.
It was about three days before Thanksgiving when they drove into a snowy mountain town called White Oak Flats and walked into the General Store there. By then both of them were catching terrible colds, Robyn’s a bit worse, from the constant freezing temperatures, and they had both lost a bit of weight from their lack of eating good meals. When the storeowner saw them he walked over, probably expecting them to cause him trouble. After all, it probably was not everyday that he saw a pale sick girl being escorted by an equally pale tattooed boy. He asked them if they needed any help, Frank had dismissed him with a grunt as he looked over the cold and flu medicine, but Robyn had asked if he knew of any hotels or places to rent nearby.
‘We are traveling around a bit and need a place to stay. I don’t know if our truck will make it through this winter.’
The man had nodded and offered one of the smaller houses he rented.
‘I’ll give it ta ya fur haf price. It ain’t really up to snuff and you look like ya coulda use a break.’
They thanked him and even offered to help in his shop when they could, and moved into the shabby house. There they had stayed for a little over a month now. Happy together. It was here that Frank was sure that he and Robyn were together…really together. Not because of necessity, but because of love. After all, there was a couch for him to sleep on, but they…no…Robyn had chosen to sleep with Frank…had asked her to share the one bed with her. That must mean that she loved him too. There were other things that had happened over the last month, such as Robyn becoming a vegetarian too and always having a smile and a kiss ready for him if he ever left the house without her. They were in love…he just knew it.
Frank opened his eyes again, frowning at the sun. At the moment he was tired, beyond tired. He had worked at the store that evening stocking and lifting boxes and had woken up at two in the morning to prepare a surprise for Robyn and had crawled back in bed about two hours later. That was the best part of his night, over all. Crawling back into the Robyn warmed bed and feeling her snuggle up against him. He had never wanted to wake up or leave the bed again. At the moment though, he was sure that he had only gotten a solid two hours of sleep that night, but now that he was awake he knew that his excitement would not let him sleep any longer. Slowly Frank pulled back from Robyn and pressed a warm kiss against her sleeping lips. Robyn’s eyes fluttered open as she woke up, looking into Frank with her warm brown eyes.
“Frankie? You ok?”
Frank smiled at her, his hands smoothing her hair as his eyes studied her face.
“Merry Christmas Bert,” he said, giving her another slow kiss, feeling her fingers brushing lightly through his hair. Finally he reluctantly pulled away again. “I wonder, have you been a good girl Bert? I wonder what Santa brought you.”
Robyn looked a little lost, “Santa? But Frank…I…”
Frank did not wait for her to finish her sentence before climbing out of the bed and offering his hand to help Robyn up.
“Come on, don’t you want to see it?”
Robyn raises up and takes Frank’s offered hand, “yeah…I mean…what is it?”
Frank smiled as he lead the way to their small living room. He paused at the door, a broad smile on his lips.
“Cover your eyes Bert. It’s a surprise!”
Robyn smiled, covering her eyes with her hands and allowing Frank to lead her by her shoulder. Frank opened the living room door with a flourish and pulled Robyn through it. He then gently pulled her hands from her eyes and allowed her to look at his night’s work. Decorating their small home were an abundance of construction paper chains in green and red, and white. On the counter was a plate that held cookie crumbs and an empty glass of milk and in one corner was a small potted shrub decorated like a Christmas tree.
Robyn looked at Frank, tears dancing in her eyes.
“Oh…Frankie…it’s beautiful! I can’t believe you went though all this trouble just for me.”
Frank smiled, “That’s not all Bert. Look under the tree.”
Robyn’s eyes grew large as she looked at Frank, “oh…but Frank…I…I didn’t get you anything. I didn’t think we were gonna…”
“Not from me,” Frank said with a smile as he pointed at the missing cookies and milk, “it seems that Santa thought we were pretty good this year.”
He then pointed to one corner of the tree and let Robyn walk there herself. Slowly Robyn walked to their small tree and looked in the spot Frank told her to. Sitting there was a small faux fur box, made for jewelry. Robyn stared at it, slightly puzzled as her tired brain tried to catch up with what was happening. Finally she looked at Frank, her eyes large as saucers in her face.
“F-frank?”
Frank walks over to her and takes the small box from her trembling hands. Slowly he opens it to reveal four bright silver rings. Each of them were simple, but beautiful. He picks one up in his fingers as he takes Robyn’s left hand.
“Bert…will you marry me?”
Robyn began to cry as Frank put the ring on her finger.
“Bert? Is that a yes or a no?”
Robyn laughed a little, nodding and sobbing and she hugged him tight against her. As they parted Frank handed her the little box.
“Then…why not give me my ring, I mean you can’t wear mine too.”
Robyn gave another startled laugh as she took out one of the silver bands on Frank’s side of the box and slipped it onto his finger. She then smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, muttering a soft string of ‘yes yes yes’ into his ear as he held her tight against him. This was the best Christmas ever…nothing would ruin it.

*screeching howl of pain and anguish*


...*breathes* ..... i already hate this story.

fix. it. please.

I. am. begging. you. two.

...sorry...

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Frank smiled to himself as he and Robyn sat curled up together on their small couch watching the same old Christmas specials that were always on television. He was thoroughly satisfied with himself and his gift to Robyn. She had been so happy…so surprised. The two of them had sat together, holding one another on the chilly wooden floor for perhaps a full ten minuets before Robyn had stood up and bustled around the kitchen, making the two of them a special Christmas breakfast of pancakes and cookies. He had laughed happily as he ate his sugary breakfast and watched some of his favorite Christmas cartoons with Robyn snuggled next to him. Then the two of them had spent a good hour outside in the snow, having snowball fights, attempting a snowman, and (most of all) sharing warm sweet kisses with one another under the gentle fall of snow. After their snowy adventure the two of them sat down to more Christmas television with a warm quilt covering the two of them. It had not taken long for the two of them to doze off in their warm bundle.
Now though Frank was awake and looking down upon Robyn. Soon to be his bride, then his wife…then she would be all his. His sweet, precious Robyn. He could imagine her on their wedding day, it would happen soon, he was sure. She would be beautiful in a simple white dress as he stood next to her in a suit. He would be the envy of everyone who witnessed their wedding, probably only a few locals anyway. Then the two of them would be together in some small hideaway, maybe they would even risk a trip to a far away place. They would both be nervous, he knew he would be, but then…then they would be together forever and nothing else that had happened in the past year would matter.
Frank’s hand absentmindedly stroked Robyn’s arm up and down, feeling her soft flesh under her thick bulky sweater. He imagined her wearing some kind of silken nightie, her hair splayed out behind her as he planted soft kisses down her throat and trailing up to her soft lips. She would sigh as his hands brushed against her soft breasts, her breath catching in her throat. He imagined her whispering in his ear for him to go ahead…go ahead and take what every man who had been around Robyn for anytime had wanted. He could see himself slipping a hand up her silky nightie, raising it up and over her head so that the two of them were laying with one another, their bodies so close and…and…
Frank jumped a little, trying to shake those kinds of thoughts from his mind. He found that they had left him semi-breathless and his pajama pants uncomfortably tight. Frank let out a sigh, running his hands through his hair, trying to think on how to fix this problem. He thought long and hard about trying to convince Robyn to get married today, but he did not want to rush it like that…no matter what his body was longing for. The only other option was to take a shower and ‘fix it’ in there. He sighed, not quite wanting to leave Robyn and the warmth of the couch, but he knew that he would have to if he was going to keep Robyn safe.
He slowly left the couch, being careful to not disturb Robyn’s nap. He covered her again and slowly made his way to their bedroom and the bathroom beyond, when a floorboard squeaked beneath his feet. Robyn let out a small moan, and looked up toward Frank with her sleepy eyes.
“Where are ya going?”
Frank blushed, “um…taking a shower. Kinda cold, thought I’d take a shower and leave the door open to warm the place up.”
Robyn gave him a sleepy smile as she muttered, “I’ll warm you up Frankie.”
Frank felt his face glow red, and his pants tightened again.
“Th-that’s the problem Bert,” he muttered softly as he walked into the bedroom. Once in the bathroom he quickly ran into the shower and started it up, reveling in the cold water. He allowed the waters chill to remove the burning warmth in his gut. He stood under the blast until he was sure that he had himself under control, then he turned on the warm water and tried to warm up again. After all, in this weather no one needed to stay cold too long.
“You gotta keep yourself under control,” Frank muttered to himself over the roar of the shower, “you can’t keep having to do this.”
He began washing his hair when he heard the door close. He frowned, rinsing his hair as his mind traveled to an old dream that had haunted him not too long ago. He groaned a little, trying to keep himself under control so he would not have to punish himself with cold water again. After a moment of silence he was finally able to stop the water and step out of the shower.
The bathroom was foggy as he padded toward the towel rack. He walked over to the door and opened it a crack to let some of the fog out so he could dress. As he opened the door he spied something sitting on the bed. Startled he opened the door wide, only to find himself left speechless.
Sitting in the middle of the bed that he and Robyn shared was Robyn herself, but it wasn’t just Robyn but it was Robyn, sitting on the bed, dressed in a red silk teddy. Frank felt his jaw go slack as he saw her there, a large bow tied around her throat as she looked up at him.
“B-bert…”
Robyn smiled as she heard his voice speak her name. Slowly she stood from the bed and walked toward him. She stopped as she stood mere inches in front of him, taking his hand in her’s. She pulled him slowly toward her. He felt his fingers go limp and his towel slip from between them. Robyn led him until she was sitting on the bed again and he was standing before her.
“I…I wanted to get you something you wanted,” Robyn said softly, looking up into his eyes as she moved back on the bed. “So…so I thought that maybe…maybe you’d like this.”
Frank felt his head nodding wildly, his fingers itching to touch her and the burning happy warmth returning to his stomach.
Robyn smiled brightly, as if he…or anyone for that matter, would say no to what she was offering.
“Well then Frankie…unwrap your gift.”