#andy lyons

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A flower in the rain during the third round of the Barbasol Championship at Keene Trace golf club in Kentucky, US

Photograph: Andy Lyons/Getty Images

[eternal--returned]

Andy Lyons ֍ Josh Hart passes the ball around Myles Turner and Obi Toppin during Game Three of the Eastern Conference Second Round Playoffs in Indianapolis, Indiana (2024)

[puck-luck]

play house with me | alex lyon

warnings: breeding kink HEAVYYYYY, use of mommy/mama/daddy but it’s very brief and not always related to the sex, obvious creampie???, childhood best friends to lovers &&& co-parents LOVE, mentions of breastmilk during the fucking (alex will totally want to try said breastmilk when it comes in), dirty talk pairing: alex lyon x fem!reader request: yes (alex lyon gets reader pregnant woohoooooo) wc: 2940

Everyone has made a deal like this before– especially those with guy best friends, like you. It didn’t help that you had had an on-again, off-again crush on Alex since you both were teenagers and he had grown into his looks. You had known him for practically your whole life and Alex was the picture-perfect boy next door with his dark curls and goofy personality, so it was a no-brainer when Alex proposed a pact. 

You were both eighteen at the time, ready to go your separate ways for college. It was late, a warm and humid summer night, and you and Alex has just gone for ice cream. You were picking at your cup of ice cream with your spoon, watching it melt in the rapid summer heat. It was then that Alex said, “You know, if we’re thirty and neither of us are with someone else, we should have a kid.”

It was no secret that you wanted to have kids, nor a secret that Alex wanted to have kids, so the deal was a no-brainer. You said yes, not thinking much of it because… why wouldn’t you be with someone by age thirty?

Well, it’s funny. Yesterday was your thirtieth birthday, and here you are: single. Frustrated and annoyed can also describe your current state. 

Alex had texted you the day before to wish you a happy birthday, promising to see you when he came back into town today. He should be on the way to your apartment right now and all you can think about is the deal you made twelve years prior. 

You had no doubt about it– you wanted to have a baby and you wanted to do it with Alex. You just had to broach the subject, but you were torn about how to bring up the deal without sounding desperate or weird. There was a chance Alex wouldn’t even remember your deal, even though he was the one who thought of it in the first place. 

When he arrives and knocks on your front door, you let him in with an awkward hug hello. It’s only awkward because you know that you’re about to ask him something that will change your friendship and relationship forever. Alex, always able to read you like an open book, notices that you’re acting weird immediately and calls you out on it.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Alex asks, quirking an eyebrow at you with a bemused smile. “Are you alright?”

You groan, rolling your head back. “How do you always know?”

Alex’s smile turns into a proud smirk. “Because I know you. What are you thinking about?”

“Just some stuff about you and turning thirty,” you reply, ready to explain yourself further.

Alex interrupts. “Thinking about our baby pact?”

You balk at him, shocked. “How did you know?”

“Again– because I know you.” Alex repeats. His gaze takes in your features, admiring you. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. “Plus, it’s part of the reason why I wanted to see you today.”

“Oh, yeah?” You ask, a little laugh tinging your words. “You wanted to come over so we could discuss babies?”

“Isn’t that why you agreed to have me over?” Alex answers with his own question, smug because he knows he’s right. “So that we could even go a little further, since you’re thirty now, and our pact has to come to fruition?”

You blush, biting your lower lip and rolling your eyes. You’re pretending to be annoyed, but you’re really just fond. Alex does know you best, can practically read your mind and provide you with anything you want before you realize you want it. Before now, that mostly related to when you could go and get food together– he always knew exactly what you were craving, always taking you to the right restaurant that would hit the spot and satisfy you indefinitely. 

Now, it’s a much bigger decision, one that will change your lives forever, but Alex is completely on board. So are you.

Once again, it’s a no-brainer.

“I wouldn’t complain,” you tease, purposefully coy. 

“Good.” Alex sweeps you off your feet, carrying you over one shoulder. “We can talk about everything later. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you for years.”

He says it casually, like that’s not the most Earth-shattering revelation you’ve ever heard. You and Alex had always toed the line of flirtation and all of your friends swore that you were meant to be, but things had never gone this far. You and Alex had never kissed, save for one accidental peck when you turned your cheek in surprise and caught his lips, the ones intending to meet your skin in a sweet greeting. It had caused a laugh, but it was the closest to romance that you and Alex had ever physically experienced. 

Now, he’s tossing you on your bed and climbing above you like this is an everyday occurrence. 

“Alex,” you say, putting a hand on his chest to stop his movements. “Are you really, really sure about this? It’s a big decision.”

“I’ve wanted to have a baby with you since I was five years old and you made me be the daddy when we played house,” Alex replies, leaning down to capture your earlobe between his teeth. “You were the mommy to our little baby doll and the idea never left my mind. Now we’re thirty, single, and I think we should make my dream a reality. I’m all in, Y/N.”

A breath of relief leaves your lungs at his reassurance. He mouths along your jaw, coming to hover with his lips just out of reach of your own. You look up at him, waiting for him to make a move. 

Alex looks up from your lips, finding your eyes. “Are you really, really sure about this?” He parrots back, lips twisting up at the edges. “You’re the one who’s going to be tasked with carrying our baby.”

You make a soft noise of assent, the breathy moan pulled from your stomach like a gut-punch. 

Alex chuckles. “You like that, huh?” He brushes a kiss against the left corner of your mouth, then the right. “You’re going to look so pretty all swollen and full of me. I want it so bad, Y/N. I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I might have to keep you pregnant all the time– you’re going to glow, darling.”

Moaning again, you bring your hands up to his face and pull him into you, crashing your lips against his. Eager and desperate, you kiss him until you’re breathless and your cheeks have gone hot. As far as first kisses go, this is your favorite one you’ve ever had. Alex is confident and just as eager as you are, his tongue filling your mouth and tasting you like he could devour you. Inadvertently, you find yourself wondering how his tongue would feel against your clit and your entrance, but that can wait for another time.

Another time, because this will certainly be happening again. It’s the easiest decision you could ever make, seeking out Alex again. You’re comfortable with him, you’re happy when he’s around, and you love him deeply. You know him and he knows you. Your friends were right all along– you two are meant to be.

“Do you want it? I need you to tell me,” Alex implores between kisses, allowing his hands to roam over your body. 

It’s distracting and it takes a moment for his words to click, especially when his hands find their way under your shirt and start to pet over the skin under which your ribs reside. 

“I want it,” you cry when Alex’s fingertips graze your underboob. You whine when his fingers withdraw from your middle, but Alex soothes you with a whispered coo and a soft kiss to your lips.

He lifts your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra underneath him. He grabs his own shirt by the back collar, pulling it over his head and revealing his bare chest to your wandering eyes. You drink him in, running your hands all over his warm body and feeling the ridges of the muscles he’s worked so hard to build and maintain over the years. 

He brings a hand to your chest, cupping the swell of your breast and fishing your boob out of the article of clothing, pinching your nipple. After one final kiss, Alex brings his lips down and replaces his fingers with his teeth, nibbling at the peak of your breast before sucking. 

You arch your back, your hand fisting his curls again. You moan out a wanton sound and you can feel Alex’s lips curve into a smile against your skin. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, kissing over your sternum and up your neck. 

“So pretty, mama,” Alex mumbles against your skin, lips warm and scarring. You wish you could tattoo the path he takes along your chest, physically marking your body permanently so you never forget this. “Let’s make a baby, hm? Give me a real reason to use that name?”

“Give me a baby,” you agree, tousling his curls. “I wanna make you a daddy, Alex.”

Alex groans against your skin, popping the button on your jeans and drawing the zipper down. His mouth doesn’t leave your body, not even for a second as he struggles to work the tight denim down your body. 

You adjust yourself on the bed, helping him push the fabric down. You take to his own bottoms, tugging eagerly at his waistband until he gets the hint and removes his shorts. You push him down, making him sit back against the headboard. You swing a leg over his lap, straddling him. Still separated by the barrier of both of your underwears between you, you sink down on his bulge in a satisfying grind. 

Alex’s hands find your hips, pulling you flush against him and rolling his own hips. He reconnects your lips, swallowing every sound you make and vice versa. He’s straining against his boxers, pulsing against you with each grind.

“I want to ride you,” you tell Alex. “Just like this.”

Alex moans, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, knocking it against the headboard in the process. “Fuck,” he breathes out. “Want me to prep you?”

“No, I want to feel everything,” you say. “I want to feel your big cock stretch me all on its own before it fucks a baby into me.”

Your words only spur him on and he jostles you on his lap as he tries to remove his underwear without feeling your absence. You take matters into your own hands and remove yourself from his lap to take off your own underwear, tossing it onto the floor without another thought, the thin scrap of fabric joining the rest of your scattered clothes. 

Both bare and dripping, you climb back on top of Alex, fitting his cock between your folds to grind against him before allowing him to breach your entrance. You spread your slick all over his member, using his precum and your wetness as lube. 

Alex whines at the contact, clutching at your skin desperately after he removes your bra with both hands. Your boobs sit prettily on your chest, drawing Alex’s eyes and causing his pupils to swell. He cups one and licks over the nipple he hadn’t previously sucked, needing something to occupy his mouth and muffle his sounds. He’s far gone– the idea of filling you up has him channeling something primal, overtaken by his instinct to stuff you with his cock and thoroughly breed you.

He wasn’t lying when he said he’d been thinking about it for years– one of the images that caused him to spill over his fist countless of times in his twenties was just this: fucking you bare and starting a family with you, forever entertwining your souls and destinies in an irreversible way. You would be his, in this way, forever. He could shoot off now thinking about it, but the promise of the real thing stops him.

And the real thing comes sooner than he thinks, with you rising up onto your knees and lining him up with your entrance. You lower yourself down slowly, achingly slow. It takes everything out of Alex to not buck up into your heat as the head of his cock enters you with a jolt.

The sigh that leaves your mouth and the roll of your eyes chips away his restraint even more than your heat. All of your pretty noises are like a watering hole in the middle of the desert to Alex– and he’s lapping them up. 

“Y/N,” Alex moans as you work your way down his shaft. Your walls hug him tightly, squeezing him as you take his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re made for me.”

“Alex,” you sigh, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re unable to form many words other than that– melting into a puddle of moans and whines as you find yourself sinking fully onto his length, enveloping him entirely. He reaches the deepest part of you, his tip nudging your back wall. 

“Can’t wait to see these tits all full of milk,” Alex tells you, filling in the gaps of silence. He reaches up, cupping the weight in his palms and kissing over the smooth skin in his hands. “You’re going to be so great to our baby.”

You start to bounce on his cock, tossing your head back as the ecstasy of fulfillment washes over you. His words just spur you on.

“You’ll take care of them so well, won’t you?” Alex asks, his question rhetorical.

Your response is a moan and a stutter in your rhythm, which causes Alex to take over. He flips you over without pulling out, your back hitting the mattress and knocking the breath out of you.

Alex practically breathes life back into you when he kisses you, insistent but charged with the sweet love that you share for each other. It’s the love that you’ve shared since you were kids– and now, it’s the love that you’ll pass along to your child. 

“Fuck, Alex,” you whine at the thought, unable to keep it to yourself. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Alex says, kissing you again. His thrusts are harder in this position, hitting you deeper. 

It feels impossible, being in this position with Alex. Yes, your friends had always said that you and Alex were meant to be, but there was a line you’d never crossed. You never expected to cross it. Now, with Alex inside of you and filling you so well, ready to start the next chapter of your lives with each other, you can’t imagine it any other way. 

Alex continues, pushing you further towards your peak. “This pussy was made to take my babies, huh? Made just for me?”

“Yeah,” you agree, breathless, pulling Alex down to connect your lips. You can barely handle the words, much less the little noises and grunts that fill your mouth during the kiss. 

It’s like you’re becoming one being. Everything is perfect, and you’re feeling so good that your orgasm approaches quicker than expected. 

“Alex, ‘m gonna come,” you let out, holding him tight.

“Let it go, lovebug,” Alex coos, tracing the line of your cheek with a light touch. “I’m right there with you.”

Your eyes roll back and your mouth opens in a silent scream. Alex continues to fuck into you, prolonging the waves of pleasure that overtake you with each bump of his cockhead against your g-spot. You’re moaning unintelligibly, jumbled words falling from your mouth and barely reaching Alex’s ears. 

He shoots off when you keen into his mouth, teeth clashing in a messy union that has you on the verge of laughter. You’ve never laughed during sex before, but it just seems right. Everything with Alex seems right.

His seed fills you and warms you from the inside out, settling deep in your core and coating your walls in the weirdest, most unique feeling you’ve ever experienced. You can feel the come dripping down from your ridges, letting gravity take control as it starts to leak out of you when Alex pulls out. 

You pout, closing your legs as much as you can with Alex still between them in order to keep his release from leaving you, desperate for it to take. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Alex soothes, brushing your hair away from your face and thumbing over the sweat on your brow. 

You don’t reply, enamored by the way his own curls have gone sweaty and his cheeks and dusted with a blush from the exertion of your union. You bite your lip as Alex opens his mouth to speak again, admiring his straight white teeth in a moment that should be weird, but isn’t. You hope your baby has his teeth– no need to pay for braces, not that that’s something you’d have to worry about with Alex’s salary.

“We’re going to go again in a bit, I think,” Alex muses, his words a proposition rather than a command, despite his definitive tone. He kisses over your face, little pecks that make you giggle again. His lips find yours, sweet and chaste. When he pulls away, he whispers conspiratorially in your ear. “Gonna fuck you all night to make sure this takes.” He winks, a smile crossing his face. “Join me in the shower, mama? I want to wash your hair for you.”

note: this is for my lyon girlie who was all up in my asks, ily <3 i hope i captured your man well and you enjoyed this <3

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Policy of Truth by Depeche Mode from the album Violator - Directed by Anton Corbijn

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Mock The Week -  Private Browsing

Ed Byrne and Dara O’Briain  losing it over Private Browsing

[mitjalovse]

Martin Glover has a set of his own parameters and they inform his choices of collaboration as one can assume from this weird sentence I typed in here. I mean, him producing Pink Floyd? Sure, he probably always dreamed of this, though The Endless River is not really their album per se. No, the disc serves as the postscript to their career, yet the LP concludes with the tune on the link, where everything fits. We follow the foggy landscapes to reach the oasis in the form of the finale, which might be too close to whatever they did during the late 80's, yet what a song! Sure, this is not one of their best, yet the things just soars in the vein of their classics. Of course, the piece has a bitter-sweet quality now, since this was a celebration of their detente that evaporated later on.

[joe-zone]

The boys are back

[realhousewives-fan]

There's Icy Frigid Air in New York City

Before the reunion even started, Ubah Hassan had sent the women mean texts.

And when the reunion started, it was painfully obvious she was in a bad mood.

She was hot and cold. She was bringing chaotic justice energy to the reunion, and she misfired a couple of times.

She was coming in hot by throwing jabs at Jenna Lyons and Erin Lichy. Later it seemed like she “misspoke” about her criticism of Jenna.

But Erin? She was called a shit stirrer and a gaslighter.

She also accused Erin and Sai De Silva of not wanting to have Jenna on the show…?!

When Andy Cohen asked the women if they had met Mr. Connecticut, they all gave rave reviews.

But hadn’t Ubah strictly forbidden them of speaking about him?

After the big blow up at Brynn Whitfield’s birthday party, Brynn and Sai hadn’t spoken to each other.

Sai admitted that she took out the anger at herself for breaking Ubah’s trust on Brynn.

But blaming her for 6 months is cruel.

The fact that Sai has been punishing Brynn for months, and Brynn has tried to apologize for months, for Sai to sit at the reunion couch and claim that they’re fine, speaks volume to how cold she is.

It’s off-putting. Why would Brynn want to be friend with someone who treats her that way? I’m on Team Brynn on this one.

Speaking of teams; I’m on team Jessel Taank!

I was so surprised when Andy asked if she had moved to New York for an opportunity to be on the show.

It felt accusatory, it was shady, and quiet honestly, Bravo should be happy to have her.

She made this show so enjoyable. Way more than Sai, way more than Erin. How dare he not be grateful to have her on the cast?

She confronted Erin and Sai about them implying that Pavit Randhawa was cheating on her, which they denied, but they’re full of shit.

Sai continued to trash Jessel’s marriage but then said she shouldn’t speak about other’s relationship.

She’s so self-righteous and mean, it’s so unlikable.

[dirtybeat-deepsounds]

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Cat Power, Glen Hansard & more covered Sinéad O'Connor & Shane MacGowan at rehearsal for Carnegie Hall benefit (pics, video)

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Cat Power, Glen Hansard & more covered Sinéad O'Connor & Shane MacGowan at rehearsal for Carnegie Hall benefit (pics, video)

A star-studded benefit show honoring the late Sinéad O’Connor and Shane MacGowan happens at Carnegie Hall tonight (3/20), and ahead of that, many of the participating artists played a rehearsal show at City Winery on Tuesday (3/19). The loose, casual rehearsal was led by Tony Shanahan (who played in the house band), and included Billy […]

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‘Icon’ Ramona Singer just hopes the new ‘RHONY’ cast doesn’t try to copy her

‘Icon’ Ramona Singer just hopes the new ‘RHONY’ cast doesn’t try to copy her

Ramona Singer is processing her exit from the “Real Housewives of New York City” just fine, it seems. The veteran reality star — who, along with several other cast members, has been replaced by a must younger set of women — says she doesn’t even recognize any of the new stars. But she hopes they don’t copy her. But if they want to, they’ll have to pay her to teach them how to be an “icon” like…

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A Golden Gate Birthday (Part 2)

A Golden Gate Birthday (Part 2)

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i was today years old when i found out alex lyon was 31

brother i'm SAYING idk why i assumed he was like 28 at most. dermatologists HATE him bc he looks so young

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

The Quiz

I've recently become obsessed with The Dandy Lyon Club, so have this stupid oneshot based on one of their videos

They're just sitting in James and Lily's house, the first time all together in months, when she says it.

Sirius is resting against Remus, Remus' arm around him, with his feet in James' lap. Lily glances away from her conversation with Marlene, catches the sight, and it seems to provoke a question.

"Hey, Sirius?" The three of them turn to her, mostly surprised that she's asking Sirius a question, not Remus. "Who d'you reckon knows you better? James or Remus?"

"Oh, uh..." Sirius considers it carefully for a moment, and Remus watches him with a smile. "You know, I have no clue. What do you guys think?" He glances between his best friend and his boyfriend, but they both shrug.

"I don't think I've ever thought about it," Remus says casually, half expecting that to be the end of it.

"No, wait, I'm curious now," Sirius says with a smile, and Remus can already feel the dregs of a scheme dawning on his boyfriend. A scheme he probably won't want to be a part of. "How can we figure it out?"

"A quiz," Marlene says without missing a beat. "A competition between Remus and James."

"Oh, we don't need to-" James starts, but it's already decided amongst the rest of their friends.

"That's a brilliant fucking idea!" Mary says brightly, and Remus wants to facepalm. He honestly doesn't care if James knows more about Sirius, because he loves Sirius. That's all he really cares about. Still, it's clearly not up to him or James.

That's how they find themselves still at the house at three in the morning, Remus and James sat either side of Sirius on a sofa. Peter, Mary, Lily and Dorcas are sat on the floor, Marlene in an armchair beside the sofa, parchment in hand. Apparently, she had written all of the questions, and Sirius just had to confirm who answered correctly. Lily's been put in charge of points, holding a quill and a journal. Remus still doesn't see the point in it, but at least his friends seem to be enjoying themselves. Besides, it could be fun. Maybe.

"Okay, I have ten questions. They're going to get progressively harder, and both of you have to give an answer before Sirius reveals what the correct answer is," Marlene explains. Remus and James both nod, and Marlene wastes no time in launching into her first question. "Number one: when is Sirius' birthday?" Remus breathes a disbelieving laugh.

"The third of November, everybody knows that," Remus says, and James nods in agreement.

"Yeah, the third."

"Marlene, that was a bit too easy," Sirius says with a chuckle.

"Don't worry, I'm just getting started," she answers with a smile.

Yeah, that doesn't exactly fill Remus with confidence.

The next few questions leave them tied because, again, who doesn't know basic shit like Sirius' middle name?

"Right, question five: who's Sirius' favourite relative? Not including Regulus," she adds quickly, and-

Oh.

Okay, yeah, that's tricky.

"...Andy?" James tries, and Remus knows they have a better chance of figuring it out if they guess two different names.

"Er... Alphard."

"James is right, Andy's the best one," Sirius says, pointing briefly to James while he laces his fingers through Remus'.

"Finally! Okay, James is a point ahead. Question six: which Hogwarts Professor would Sirius shag?" Sirius snickers, and Remus just frowns, confused.

What the fuck are these questions? How can they get harder than a literal guessing game? He and James guess dutifully, though.

"Slughorn."

"Dumbledore."

"Guys, come on," Sirius says disbelievingly. "Kettleburn, obviously!"

"Padfoot, that makes no sense!" James argues.

"Right, since Remus needs a chance to even the playing field again," Marlene interjects quickly, "sorry James, the next question is an easy one for Remus."

That doesn't exactly fill Remus with confidence.

"Alright! Question seven: when was the last time Sirius had sex?"

"Oh, that's not-" Sirius starts, but James doesn't waste a second in answering.

"Last week."

Hold on.

For a second, Remus is at a loss for words. Namely because James is right.

"...yeah. Yeah, last week. That was- James, that was a very quick answer," he says, more than a little concerned and having forgotten that most of his friends are present. "Why does he know that?" He asks Sirius, who just shrugs.

"I don't really think before I speak," he answers simply.

"I was just expressing concern," James says innocently, eyes meeting Remus'. "Y'know, a whole week-"

"Oh, fuck right off, you know full well why it's been a week! It was the full!" He argues, and he can see Sirius laughing beside him. "Can we move on?" Remus asks, turning to Marlene, who's clearly trying to avoid laughing herself. She nods, eyes flicking back down to her parchment.

"Okay, right, uh..."

She doesn't get the next question out before she dissolves into laughter, and before Remus even knows what has happened, they're all laughing with her. Sirius drops his face into Remus' shoulder for a moment, and Remus just wraps an arm around his waist.

Something tells him that the quiz is over.

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britcom comedians & panel show personalities who share your sign

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GEMINI ♊ alan carr • bob mortimer • david baddiel • fern brady • judi love • julian clary • london hughes • mel giedroyc • noel fielding • paul sinha • rich hall • richard ayoade • sara pascoe • sarah millican • shappi khorsandi • sindhu vee • tom allen

CANCER ♋ adam hills • alice levine • david mitchell • katherine ryan • harriet kemsley • ian hislop • jack whitehall • joe lycett • paul merton • peter serafinowicz • phill jupitus • rosie jones

LEO ♌ bridget christie • cariad lloyd • chris ramsey • daisy may cooper • frankie boyle • isy suttie • lee mack • jo brand • nish kumar • victoria coren mitchell

VIRGO ♍ alex horne • dane baptiste • darren harriott • ivo graham • jimmy carr • johnny vegas • lolly adefope • miles jupp • nina conti • stephen fry • sue perkins • tim key

LIBRA ♎ diane morgan • harry hill • jack dee • jon richardson • limmy • nick helm • rhod gilbert • robert webb • tiff stevenson • zoe lyons

SCORPIO ♏ angela barnes • chris addison • elis james • ellie taylor • holly walsh • liza tarbuck • jonathan ross • kerry godliman • kevin bridges • matt forde • mike wozniak • sofie hagen • susan calman

SAGITTARIUS ♐ adam riches • david o'doherty • jessica knappett • larry dean • miranda hart • richard osman • seann walsh • simon amstell • steven k. amos

CAPRICORN ♑ ahir shah • angus deayton • bill bailey • claudia winkleman • james acaster • mark lamarr • paul foot • rob beckett • suzi ruffell

[georgiapeach30513]

A Little at a Time, Part 5

Summary:  you can’t quit running into Andy

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, loss of virginity, blood, mentions of cheating, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  8.5K

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*dividers by @firefly-graphics​

“Uh,” you look over the lengthy menu of the coffee shop. It was more than just a K Cup and CoffeeMate. The menu was extensive, and you just wanted coffee.  Exactly how hard was this supposed to be?  “Well, what would you suggest?”

The girl slumps her shoulders staring at you. “Coffee.”

“Oh, I, um…I like caramel, and…I prefer creamy coffee. Not too sweet. Mamaw always says you’ll rot your teeth if it’s too sweet. Which she always likes drinking sweet tea all day.”

“What kind of coffee do you want?” The girl says shortly.  She definitely wasn’t making this process easier, and still you apologize to her for the inconvenience, and being too dumb to figure out what coffee you wanted.

“Candace!” Another girl steps up behind her. “Please go make yourself useful and make some cold brew. Sorry. She’s…well, she’s just blunt. With very little patience and rarely is up front. Name is Tori. I’m always here. Own the place. What’s the problem sweetheart? Overwhelmed?”

You give her a bit of a nod, and she looks over your body a bit. Smiling as she steps back. “I’m sure you would love some of the seasonal brews, but everybody needs a go to coffee. You look like a caramel girl. Yes?” She was lovely. Much nicer than Candace before her, and it was like she was reading you to determine your perfect drink. “Okay, today, I’m suggesting a caramel macchiato. Don’t be afraid to tell me it doesn’t work. Or are you a tea girl? Judging by that accent I’m guessing it’s the good ole sweet tea, though. You already have the sugar in there?”

“Yeah. Two cups per gallon. I’m more of a one and half cups per gallon, but my Papaw always gives me a side eye. You gotta steep the bags for a long time. Actually I bought me and Mamaw some tea from Ireland, Lyons tea. Have you heard of it?”

“No,” she giggles at you, sliding over a cup of the iced macchiato that another employee had made, and you give it a taste, moaning at how good it was. “I only keep the best beans here. So you’re into hot tea?”

“It’s not terrible. I like a black tea, but herbal tea wasn’t for me. It’s,” she points at a customer behind you, and you raise your cup. Walking over to find a seat. You liked it here. It wasn’t pretentious, and the owner enjoyed having a traditional coffee shop while still trying to have high quality products and trying new things.

You smile, looking out the window. You liked it. You felt comfortable. You pull out a book, casually reading and sipping on your coffee. Settling back in the cozy chair. It smelled amazing here. It was one of the first times you felt comfortable. Apart from any times that the hot Bostonian was around you.

It didn’t make sense that this man you knew very little about had occupied your time so much.  How you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and his kind smile.  It was like he always appeared just when you needed him.  He laughed at appropriate times, and not at you.  Cole always seemed to talk down to you, and you had known him for years.  

You hang your head down low, wondering why you had ever forced yourself to continue in that relationship.  It was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.  You had made yourself believe that was all you were going to be good enough for, and yet he still made you too uncomfortable to ever be truly intimate with him.  Every time you were intimate it was always him initiating it.  You sniffle, refusing to let yourself cry another damn tear for Cole Turner.  He wasn’t worth it.

Andy steps up to the counter, getting a quick head nod from Tori who was already making his regular brew while he scans the shoppe.  Landing directly at a table for two with you alone, and one cup on the table.  You looked zoned out while reading a book.  Mostly touching your hair, or rubbing the bridge of your nose.  Not paying any mind to anything around you.

“How long has she been here?” He asks Tori, who smiles at him.  “What?”

“She’s a pretty girl.  A bit overwhelmed with coffee.  Talks a lot.  Not from around here,” Andy nods his head, confused as to what point she was trying to make.  “She’s probably just visiting.  Why waste your time?”

“She’s not just visiting.  She’s living here with a cousin,” his eyes go back to you, and you were none the wiser.  He was able to actually look at you.  You didn’t seem miserable to be here.  You were at peace.  “I’m going to talk to her.”

“Uh-huh.  Is that all?” Andy offers a smile as a response.  Grabbing his coffee to walk over to your table.

He stares at your expression, trying to get a better read on you.  Poppy had told him to give you time, but you looked good.  Happier than the first time that he had run into you.  Definitely happier than when you were at the bar.  Clearing his throat, you look up at him.  With the biggest and prettiest smile, “This seat taken?”

“Oh, lord, yeah…I mean, no.  Yeah, sit down.  Sorry,” you bashfully laugh, trying to control your breathing.  “You like coffee?  I mean, of course you do.  Unless that’s tea, is that tea?”

“It’s coffee,” he chuckles, and you have to look away.  Biting at your tongue, and wiping your hands on your pants.  “You come here often?”

“First time actually.  Just a walk down the road.  You know that you guys have everything within walking distance?”

“Poppy does because of the apartment.  There’s houses further out that don’t.  I’m guessing where you’re from, you don’t have that?”

You nearly choke on your coffee, trying to swallow it quickly to answer him.  Wiping off the bit that spilled on the cup, and apologizing, “No, there’s a McDonald’s and a Dairy Queen.  If you want coffee you pretty much have to make it at home.  My Mamaw and Papaw they’re old school with the drip coffee, but I like a Keurig and a milk frother and I think I’m doing something special,” letting out a nervous laugh, you can’t help but to stare into his eyes.  They were beautiful.  That overflowing feeling of kindness and comfort warming you up.

“So what is it that you do Andy?”

“I’m the assistant district attorney, and you?”

“I taught pre-k.  Nothing quite as glamorous as you.  I put in an application at the daycare.  I haven’t heard back from them though.  I really need to find a job.  I’d prefer not to go through all my savings, and I was blowing through a lot with the food delivery.”

“I think working with children is quite admirable.  It can’t be easy,” you shake your head no, starting to giggle.  Why were you like this?  You never could have an easy conversation, but with Andy it was different.  You weren’t trying to be anybody, but yourself..  “Does working with kids make you want them, or make you want to stay far away from them?”

“I’ve always wanted kids.  Having a child or two is different than having twenty or more four year olds in one classroom.  But they’re just little people, you know?  They have their good days and bad days.  They’re still learning right from wrong.  Being introduced to other kids their own age that have been raised differently.  They’re trying to control their big emotions in these little bitty bodies.  Kids don’t confuse me.  Adults do.”

“Hmm,” Andy had never thought about it quite like that.  It made perfect sense.  By the time people were adults they should know right from wrong.  Should know that cheating on your husband was very wrong.  “So…why Boston?”

“My cousin Poppy.  I didn’t want to be in a small town around people who spread false gossip around like a bowl of tater salad at a cookout.  You have the luxury of not everyone knowing your business here.  I know that your inner circle may know, and some outside of that.  But imagine going to a grocery store and people commenting about your relationship.  Or finding out the immense amount of people that he was cheating on you with.  You start questioning maybe I did something wrong, or maybe if I would have done this.  But the fact of the matter is he wasn’t a good person, and he didn’t deserve me, and doesn’t deserve the friendship of his best friend.  Yeah, he told the town I was sleeping with his best friend.  I still don’t understand why he started that.”

“Wow,” you shared too much.  Whatever this was is completely squashed because you shared too much.  “He sounds like an asshole.  How long do you think he was cheating?”

“Too long for me to stay with him.  Out of sight out of mind.  Figured it would eventually stop.  Made excuses that my mind was running all these crazy scenarios only for those crazy scenarios to actually be true.  So I’m the idiot.”

“He came home every night?” You give him a shrug, and Andy isn’t sure what to think.  Did you really not care, or was there something more?

“I didn’t live with him.  He is a cop and had weird hours.  I hate being in a house alone.  I stayed with him a lot, but lived with my grandparents.  Pretty sure a lot of his cheating was while he was working.”

Andy hated this man and he didn’t even know his name, “So…he was engaging in sexual activity while in uniform?”

“He was engaged in sexual activity as a payment to get out of tickets.  So I’ve been told.  Nobody could tell me while I was engaged.  But they like to talk now.”

“That’s illegal.  Bribery is not just frowned upon, but is illegal an punishable.  I’m sorry.  I know, I didn’t do it, but…on the behalf of mankind that does not cheat, and will value a woman’s worth, I apologize.  Not all men are like that, so I don’t want you to walk around here thinking that we are.  Some are just bad.  They’re going to cheat.  Women, too.  I don’t judge future women for what my ex wife did.  That isn’t fair to me, and most certainly not you…uh…other women.”

You catch it, and Andy is fully aware that you caught it.  He noticed your eyes light up at the comment, and he starts to relax more.  He was hoping you would pick up on the fact that he was interested.  Very interested.  He would never treat you the way that Cole did.  He would want to come home to you every night.  “So you didn’t move in with him just because his work schedule?”

“There’s many reasons.  I didn’t want to live with someone before marriage, but then I would stay days at a time.  It was nice, but there was always something, you know?  Something that never felt just right with Cole, and I think subconsciously I knew there was something wrong, so that’s why I never moved in.  Even my Papaw wasn’t the biggest fan, he would talk to anybody.  He just sat there and stared at things when Cole was around, and never looked in his eyes.  That’s a big thing for Papaw.  Mamaw…she’s your typical southern woman.  She just wants to stuff food in your mouth and hear your flattery.  But even she asked me so many times if I really wanted to marry him.  I was so far in, I felt like I had to.  He proposed, so I said yes.  I’ve always allowed people to tell me what I need to do, including not living with someone I wasn’t married to.”

It made sense.  This Cole, that Andy was definitely going to be digging more into, had used your obedience and people pleasing nature to shift things in his favor.  He knew men just like Cole, and he couldn’t stand them.  Here was this sweet woman who was this angelic little ball of radiance.  You were personable, even if you overshared a bit.  You were eager to make friends, or at least with him.  You adapted to your surroundings, and Cole took advantage of that.

He sits across from you, listening to you talk about your hometown, and home life.  Poppy was never quite this forthcoming. Choosing more to forget where she came from, but you spoke of this place like it was what shaped you into who you were, and you were proud of that fact.  There was a fondness when talking about your grandparents especially.

“Wait, your mom?” He asks when you mention her, and you nod your head, finishing up the coffee, “How does she fit in your life?”

“Oh, that always confuses people.  She’s the mayor of the town.  When my dad passed, she put everything into her political life, and had no room to take care of me.  I moved in with Mamaw and Papaw, and she comes by at least once a week, but she didn’t raise me.  I think it was too hard for her.  I remind her of my dad.  And I don’t have daddy issues.  Cole seemed to think I did.  No, Papaw was a good father figure for me.  He took me fishing, taught me how to play string instruments, even though neither of us can read music.  He came to every one of my basketball games, or t-ball.  He was always present, always steady.  I don’t remember my dad, but I remember every time that my Papaw was there for me.  He’d burn the world down if it meant protecting me.  I became his other daughter.”

“I didn’t think you had daddy issues, Papaw sounds like a good man.  Which string instruments?”

“Uhh…the only thing I’m not great at is the banjo.  All those finger picks.  Mandolin is my favorite.  I can play a fiddle.  Papaw used to help me with the stand up bass.  I couldn’t hold it on my own.  Guitar is his favorite though.  They did these picking nights.  Yes, in the south some people pick on their front porch, this is a real thing.  Mamaw can’t play, but she has this big beautiful church voice, you know?  The one that doesn’t need a microphone.  You feel her words in your gut.  It’s beautiful.  Deep and rich.  I don’t hate my childhood or my mother’s need to have someone else raise me.  I had a good life.  My Papaw, he had this thing for buying weird animals.  We had these peacocks that roamed around the yard for awhile, and there was a buffalo.  He was old and they were going to put him down, but Papaw wanted him to live his last days roaming in a pasture with a bunch of cows.”

“Peacocks randomly walking around your yard.  Sounds…interesting.  So you lived on a farm?” You shake your head no, and now Andy was even more confused.  “A pasture of cows?”

“Oh, that was my Papaw’s brother.  The cows were Uncle Sonny’s, but the pasture touched our driveway.  Papaw talked to the cows.  And of course Barry the buffalo,” you were fascinating.  He could sit and talk to you for hours.  Your face is so animated with every bit of information you give him, and he just couldn’t learn enough.  “We always had a ton of mutt dogs.  And they had official names, but Papaw seriously called them whatever name he could think of at that moment.  Peanut and Snickers were his favorite names.  There was a cat, but she was a useless thing.  A few chickens, but he only bought them because they looked cool.  There was a goat in the pasture, and Papaw called him Satan.  Swore that ugly thing was the devil himself.  He just randomly appeared on the porch making a mess of things, or would be on the hood of his truck.”

“Satan makes sense,” you continue talking to Andy, and he listens to every bit.  It was like reading something completely made up.  It was crazy to think people had grown up like this.  You were able to run around completely unattended and barefoot creating stories of far off adventures, and eat apples with peacocks.  

You were able to walk down this country dirt road and explore all day long.  There was this sense of innocence to you, that he couldn’t place, but with a quick glance at his watch seeing the hours that had passed, he didn’t want this to end.

“Oh, lord, I am so sorry.  I could seriously talk the horns off a goat.  I’m sure you had something you needed to do.  I just sometimes forget all that part of my life.  It’s nice to relive my childhood.”

“You’re fine, honestly,” adorable is what you are.  From the way you talked right down to your sweet accent, you were adorable.  “I’ve loved this.  I, uh…I don’t want to seem forward or anything, but I would like to continue this.  Over drinks or something?”

“Wait…are you talking about a date?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, but it doesn’t have to be something like that at all.  It can be two people who enjoy talking, and someone wanting to show another someone the city of Boston.”

“No!” Andy laughs when you practically shout at him.  You wanted to explore something more romantic.  This was nice, but Cole never wanted to date.  It was always wanting to get you home, and hoping that with enough making out you would actually have sex with him.  He had fallen in love with your body, but not your mind.  “I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Okay.  So…uh, Friday night at seven work?  Poppy’s bar?  It doesn’t get rowdy until around nine.  Nobody is eating food and everyone is drinking at that time, but I promise the food is amazing.”

“Okay.  Yeah.  Yes…yes, Andy, I think dinner sounds lovely.  Seven?  Friday?  I can do that.”

“I look forward to it,” it was a quick motion, but he lays his hand over top of yours, and you can’t help but to preen up at him.  Andy takes a quick look at your beaming face, having to say goodbye again, because his heart was fluttering.  It felt like a school age crush all over again.

“Poppy!” Your cousin runs into the bedroom that you had been occupying, and immediately starts laughing.  “Help.”

“Where are you going on a Friday night?  I’m off tonight, I thought we were going to…Peach Blossom, this is date clothes.”

“Yep,” you agree, pulling something else out of the closet, before tossing it on the bed.  “Help me.”

Poppy cocks her hip to the side, looking you up and down.  Gauging your demeanor to see if you looked uncomfortable or just nervous, and then back to the clothes.  A new pink Victoria’s Secret bag on the opposite of the floor.  When you catch her looking, you slide it closer to the bed, hoping she didn’t actually see what she thinks she saw.

“Who?”

“Uh, don’t hate me.  But you know that guy I kept telling you I was running into?” Smiling, she nods her head, “Well, his name is Andy.”

“Andy what?”

“Um…I didn’t get that part, but he’s the assistant district attorney, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find, right?  Anyways.”

“Did you actually check?  I mean, is there an Andy that’s the ADA?” You shake your head no, starting to reach for your phone.  “I mean, how do we know anything this man has ever said?  What if it’s all a lie?” She was right.  How did you know?  How did you know anything?  You had seen this man at a grocery store twice and at a coffee shop.  

“Well…I shouldn’t go on the date then?” Poppy wants to keep the charade up a little bit longer, but the look in your eyes when you start to think about canceling was almost hurting her darkened heart.  It was a look she hadn’t ever seen you make when talking about someone you were engaged to.  “But…he seems really nice.  He was just recently divorced.  And we were at the coffee shop for about four hours talking.”

“You talked to that man for four hours?  About what?”

“Things.  Life things.  Like growing up in Georgia, and…Poppy, I really like him.  If I can prove that he is in fact an ADA do you think, honestly, that it would be okay?  Like surely if he works for the government he wouldn’t kill me right?  Or…Poppy!” You scream at her when she starts laughing.  She always had an easier time talking to men.  She exuded sex appeal.  Was a natural flirt with the prettiest lashes, puffy lips, even beauty marks that looked faked.

“Andy Barber is in fact the ADA, you’re fine.”

“You…you know him?” You ask, slinging a shirt at her.  “You know this man, and you made me have second thoughts, because I felt he was going to kill me?  You’re…you’re mean.”

“Ooh, shot to my heart.  And you’re naive.  I just want you to be careful.  Your track record of one boyfriend and one fiancé, and they’re both the same person just doesn’t do you any favors, but,” her fingers begin lifting up different pieces of your clothing, before pairing the perfect outfit for you, “Andy is genuinely a good guy.  He comes to the bar sometimes.  Came a lot after divorcing Laurie.  That’s how we met.  He helped me out with my…well, he helped me press charges, and…this isn’t the time to talk about this because you have a date.  And he’s a good man.  He was there the night you were at the bar asking about you.”

“And you led me on like that?  I can’t believe you, we’re supposed to be cousins and friends.  I really like him.  Like I like him more than I ever liked…Pops, can I be honest with you?”

“Does it have something to do with that bag of what I’m assuming is new lingerie?” You hate to admit it, but there was no denying the fact that you had bought lingerie just for this evening.  It wasn’t overly revealing, and should things not work out, you could still see yourself wearing it.  “Can we openly talk about yours and Cole’s relationship?” You nod your head, knowing that eventually this was going to come up.  “What happened?”

“When we started dating, I did have that whole save yourself for marriage mentality because that’s what the pastor said.  That continued, but then…the first time he touched me I liked it.  But he scared me.  Not like he ever hurt me, but I didn’t trust myself with him.  He always wanted things to move so fast, and never wanted to just talk and get to know each other, and then it got to the point of me saying, well, I’ve already done this, might as well do more, but I never wanted to have sex with him.  He wasn’t special enough.”

“But you were willing to marry him?  Got that big fancy dress.”

“His mom insisted on that dress.  But…I don’t know if I ever wanted to give him that part of me.  It was like in the back of my head he never thought I was that special.  I fit his idea of a wife.  I would look good as the future sheriff’s wife.  But I think we were two people that were just going through the motions.”

“And you think Andy is that person?” The big questions.  You weren’t positive by any means, but positive enough to get something nice for the occasion.

“I don’t know.  What I do know is I have talked to Andy more in the few hours we’ve been together than the three years Cole and I were together.  I don’t know if Cole ever listened to me.  If he did he would have made me feel comfortable around him.  He always wanted to push my boundaries.  Always wanted pictures, or videos, and I just wanted to talk.  He only wanted to talk if it led to, well you know.  With Andy, he listens, I feel comfortable, and I don’t have those reservations.  I just want things to happen as they will.”

“I’m not going to give you a curfew, but I want you to at least communicate to me what’s happening.  Like if you’re going to his house, tell me.  You’re not losing your virginity in this apartment.  I’m not listening to that shit.  You could do a lot worse than Andy.  Hell, you have.  Peaches, I envy you,” you didn’t understand where this was coming from, because it was Poppy you had always envied.  You wished you had her tenacity and her ability to not take shit off no one.

“You had this charmed life with Mamaw and Papaw.  You knew what you wanted, and that was your perfect house with the white picket fence, two to four kids because you didn’t want your kids to be only children.  A cute little dog that kept your kids rounded up and happy, and for some unknown reason you like people in power.  Like Cole, the police officer, and now Andy.  Hell, didn’t you used to have a crush on that one guy that became a fucking lawyer?  You have always known what you wanted, and I wanted it all and wanted to try it all.  What I’m saying is I see now how you wanted everything perfect, but just remember there’s no such thing.  It’s okay to make mistakes, because you will always get back up.  You will not let those mistakes drag you down.  So go out and make mistakes.  Because we’re Jackon’s, we always figure it out.”

“You think Andy is a mistake?”

“I think not going and thinking too much is a mistake.  Have fun with Andy.  Judging by your bag, have too much fun.  If it feels right, it’s right.  But don’t rush it either.  If you’re having second thoughts, I promise that man ain’t going anywhere.  He’ll wait on you,” while you had always been closer to Anna Kate, she always had the ability to agree with you, but Poppy told you what you needed to hear.  And you loved her for that.  The wild child of the Jackson granddaughters.

“Thanks.  I’m going to enjoy myself.”

“You don’t like wine?” Andy asks, laughing when you grimace from the taste.  “You liked what I suggested the other day.”

“Can I have that again?  I’m sorry that was rude,” you hold the glass up, looking at it, and feeling so bad.  “What is this?”

“A merlot.  Quit trying to apologize to me, I suggested it, and you tried it.  You don’t like it, and that’s fine.  What do you normally drink?”

“One old fashioned.  I’m honestly not big on drinking.  I get…I’m friendly,” he holds a hand up for the waitress, asking for her to bring out two old fashioneds.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

“We’re enjoying our food and drinks tonight.  So no dry wines for you.  Old fashioned, huh?  Whiskey.  It’s true what they say about southern women.”

“Not always.  Poppy likes vodka.  My Papaw is the whiskey and bourbon drinker.  Mamaw doesn’t drink.  You drink what you know.  When Poppy, Anna Kate, and I were little we’d sneak to the cellar and get a bottle of Jack Daniels.  No, it wasn’t a big wine cellar.  It was this creepy underground bunker type thing.  You had to walk past this crooked tree.  There was this gnarly stick that kept the door closed, but eventually it was a lock because Papaw’s liquor kept going missing.  Mamaw said we shouldn’t be drinking, but Papaw gave us the key.  We earned a drink after walking past that old shed that had all these pigeons in there and that crooked tree.  I always said it was poisoned, and if you touched it you would be cursed.”

“Did you ever touch it?”

“Hell no.  I believed that.  Didn’t stop us from sneaking down in there.  What about your childhood?”

“Single mother.  Not much to talk about.  I’m more curious about yours.  It seems so…almost made up, but I have no doubts you were doing all of this.  Lived on a dirt road, never saw cars coming down the road unless they lived down it.  It sounds beautiful.”

“You can walk to the house my grandpa grew up in.  It’s more a shack than anything.  There’s no power lines, because he didn’t grow up with electricity.  No running water.  It’s falling down now, but that place held magical powers, too.  It’s funny the things we take for granted, like being able to bathe when you want to.  Being able to take a drink without making sure the buckets were filled with spring water.”

“I’d like to see it someday.”

“I’d like to show you.  Sorry,” you answer too quickly, ruining the moment when your foot knocks on Andy’s.  “I’m such a clutz.”

“Keep it there,” oh boy.  You were feeling things.  Feeling things you had never felt for Cole.  Things that you had thought you would only feel for your husband, but Andy was proving that all wrong.  You were thankful for this tight seating, and Andy’s ability to rub his fingers on your knee.  

A surge of heat rushes to your core, and you feel like you can no longer breathe.  This was very different with Cole, because you want more.  “You okay?” You give Andy a headnod, pepping yourself up to breathe.  Just breathe.  

“Is it hot in here?  Are you hot?” Andy smiles, shaking his head.  You were completely flustered, and it made you more adorable.  Reaching for a glass of water, you take a big sip, and when his hand starts sliding away, you slam your own hand over his, “No, I like it.”

“Okay.”

“I like it too much,” your eyes go wide with your admission.  How was he able to make you feel comfortable, and yet so nervous at the same time?  “I hate myself.”

“It’s fine.  Come here,” you stand up from your side of the table, moving to sit next to him, and he picks up your hand, placing it over his heart.  It was beating out of his chest just like yours.  “You’re not the only one, okay?  It’s like every time I’m around you, this…this is what I feel.”

“I feel my heart pounding…all over,” you cuss under your breath, because you shouldn’t have told him that.  He did not need to know everywhere that you could feel your pulse.  Instead of his hand being on your knee it was much higher on your thigh.  His thumb caresses your leg, but it stays properly over your skirt.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.  It’s perfectly fine.”

“You should drink your old fashioned.  Please, keep talking.”

“And then what happened?” Andy asks, leaning in closer to you.   It was getting late, and you could already hear the amount of people that was piling into the bar.  But it was just a low hum.  The only thing that mattered was Andy beside you.  His head starts to tilt, and you rush towards his lips.  You didn’t care about that careful build up because your body was aching with a need to touch him.

He slots his mouth against yours, and the kiss was an immediate connection.  It seemed silly, but you could feel sparks flying.  Lips parting as his tongue slides past your lips, gasping when it touches your own.  Your body arches into his, and the hand that has been resting at your side travels up.  Far enough up for his thumb to graze over your nipple, and you pull away from him, gasping for air.

“A-A-Andy?” You had to have been drunk off his lips, because what you were thinking in this moment is nowhere near what you normally would, but it felt right.  “I don’t wanna stay here anymore.”

“Oh?  I’m not quite sure I follow.  Did…did I do something wrong?”

“Is there somewhere quiet to go?  Like…”

“My place?” You nod your head enthusiastically, and Andy lays down a hundred dollar bill to cover well over the food, drinks, and tip.  The two of you standing up, walking hand in hand out to the car.  

The further away you get from the bar, the closer you lean into him, but Andy also couldn’t get enough.  There was not enough time to touch you like he wanted to.  Calculating in his head the amount of time it was going to take to drive you to his house, but he was going to make the most of it.  

Every traffic light had him pulling you back in for a kiss.  Hating he had to keep his eye on the light, before the two of you would look back out the windshield.  His hand that rests on your leg, was dangerously high.  He could feel the heat coming off your cunt.  Feeling like a furnace that was radiating a blaze of arousal to his hand.  You needed relief.  He could almost smell how wet you were, and he wanted this night to last on into the morning.  

Pulling into the garage, he rushes to your side of the door.  Crashing his lips against your own as he struggles to open the door.  The two of you hit and knock over too many things off the wall and counter until he stops in the living room.  Waiting on you to decide where to go from there.  Your chest heaves with a fervent need to have him all over your body, but also wanting to catch your breath.  

The couch looks comfortable, so you back him up on it.  Letting him fall to the cusions when you ruck up your skirt, and crawl over him.  Having to pick up his hands to place on your body, “You’re okay with this?” He asks in between kisses.

“Just touch me,” and he does.  He touches you all over.  Squeezing and groping.  Smoothing over your skin, and before you know it he was sucking bruises on your neck, while your body grinds over him, and you moan at the feeling of his cock growing harder under you.  You hate comparing things to Cole, but you had never felt like this.  

Andy’s fingers were capable, but still he gives you a moment to decide if you wanted to continue.  When he realizes you weren’t objecting, he continues his motions in that spot on your body.  Exploring every inch of your supple skin.  It isn’t until his finger slides up and down your drenched and brand new panties, that you gasp, stopping your body.

Andy throws both hands up, panting as he stares at you, “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry, I thought…thought that’s where we were going.  I’m…I didn’t mean to.”

“No, no, you’re fine,” you smile, slowly rolling your hips on him.  “I liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” grabbing the hemline of your blouse, you pull it over your head, and he gets to stare at your pretty little new underwear.  It framed your curves perfectly.  Andy’s hands slide up and down your thighs, causing your kiss swollen lips to tremble.

“Will you tell me if we’re going too far?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

“Yes.”

“So, if I do this,” his hand dips back in between your thighs, letting his thumb rub over your soiled panties.  “You like that?” You nod your head, and he slips his hand under the panties.  Pulling the gusset out far enough that he was just feeling your slick on the lace.  “You’ve made a mess for me.”

When he allows his thumb to touch your skin, your eyes close, rolling back in your head, and you let out a deep pornographic moan.  “You like this?”

“Uh…huh,” squeaking out your words when he touches your bundle of nerves.  Giving the little pearl flicks.  Removing his hand, he circles both around your hips.  Readjusting you, and leaning you back so he gets a clear view of your covered and weeping cunt.  

Moving aside your panties, he stares at your folds, before looking back up at you.  Two fingers push into your warmth, and he stares intently as your jaw goes slack.  Your fingers dig into his skin as he scissors into you, “You have a tight little pussy.  Are you still doing okay?”

“Andy…Andy,” you whimper his name as he slowly pumps into you.  He was getting off on your pleasure, and still you wanted more.  “I want you.  I want you!” His fingers drive into you faster, curling up.  Hitting over your spot over and over until your toes curl.  Feelings that you had never felt before.  Body tensing up as he works you over.  Screaming out his name until your juices were pouring out of you, and you couldn’t focus.  The room was blurry and spinning around.  

You grab at his wrist, and he stops completely.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Do what?” Andy gives you a devilish smirk.  Whoever you were with before did not know how to properly care for you if he could never make you squirt like that.  “Peaches, what did you do?”

“I think…oh god, I think I peed.  It’s not funny.  I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart, has peeing ever made you feel that good?  If it has, I'm very jealous of your bathroom habits.  Honey, have you never squirted?” You shake your head no, because your body most definitely had never done that before.  “What you did was nothing to apologize about.  So…what do you want to do now?”

“You?”

“You want to do me?” Now would be a perfect time to let him know you were a virgin, but you didn’t want him to take things slower.  You were committed to it being tonight.  You wanted Andy.  It felt right.  There was nothing even remotely telling you to slow down.  He made you feel safe, and made you desire more.  

“Yes.  In the bed?”

Letting you stand up, he grabs at your hand, leading you into the bedroom, when he turns around to kiss over your sticky skin.  Hands behind your back when your bra drops to the floor.  Grabbing a handful of your tit, he lets his greedy mouth suck on you.  You shimmy out of your skirt, and reach towards his pants.  Nervously starting to undo his button.  Letting the jeans sink to the floor when you palm his boxer briefs.  

His breath comes out labored, and he just rips his button up off while you gaze at the thick cords of muscles that made up his arms and chest.  Leading you to the bed when he removes his underwear.  You glance down at his thick and heavy cock, and have never wanted nothing more.  Staring up at him through your lashes when you back up on the bed.  Setting in the center, and stare at Andy.  He was a god among men.

Andy reaches into a drawer beside the bed, and pulls out a foil packet.  Bringing it to his mouth his teeth clench as he rips it open.  Blowing the excess out of his mouth before rolling the latex on his fat cock.  Placing his knee on the bed, when he looks at you.  Not your body, but you.  “You sure?”

“Yes,” you whisper, and he crawls closer to you.  Adjusting your legs wider to accommodate him and his broad body.  Andy runs his fingers through your slit, changing to bring his tip to tease at your entrance.  Watching your face as you nod.  Staring at only him when he pushes into your tight channel, making your back arch into him.  You wouldn’t cry, and you wouldn’t scream, but he had set you on fire.  

“Fuck.  Fuck.  You’re so fucking tight.  Shit.  What…this is going to come off rude,” Andy struggles to breathe right along with you.  Drawing his hips back, when he shoves himself back in.  “Was…fuck…was he that small?” You laugh despite wanting to do other things.  Trying not to cry even though it stung like hell. Every movement he made was worse than the one before.

Gripping at his back when he really starts thrusting into you.  It stung.  There was such a fullness to his girth inside your virginal cunt that it overwhelmed you.  Nothing could have prepared you for this.  “Andy…Andy.”

“Fucking hell,” he leans up a bit, seeing the tears in your eyes as he slows down.  Looking down at where the two of you connect to see his cock wrapped in blood.  “Oh my god.  What happened?  Are you okay?  Did I do something?”

“I’m fine.  Just keep going.”

“You’re bleeding.  Did you start your period?  What…?” You lift up to your elbows, horrified.  He had you so stretched out.  No wonder it was slightly painful.  You drop down on the bed, mortified.  “What is wrong?”

“I’m a…well, I was, I guess this is official, but I was a…uh, well, you see…you’re my first person.  This is the first time.  I was a virgin.”

“Oh,” Andy is a bit relieved, and a bit bothered you wouldn’t just tell him.  “You…you didn’t think to tell someone?  I mean, I just assumed.  You said you stayed for days with deputy douche bag, and you never had sex?” You shake your head no, still covering your eyes.  You couldn’t look at him.  “Why?  And please, just look at me.  I’m inside you, I don’t think things get more intimate than this.”

You slowly let your hands fall to the bed below, looking up at Andy.  Things weren’t feeling quite so uncomfortable anymore.  Your pussy was adjusting to his width, and you were beginning to love the way the pressure felt, and even more how close he was to you.  This was awkward, and still so very right.  Even as he starts to pull out, you hold onto him, “Please don’t.  I wanted to wait for marriage.”

“Okay, this…this doesn’t make me feel good.”

“No.  With him.  I went in thinking that’s what I should do, but all those years later, I still never felt comfortable enough to actually have sex.  I was beginning to even dread the wedding night.  I was using the excuse of waiting until marriage, because I didn’t want to fuck him.  But with you…Andy, I wanted this.  I wanted you.  I’m not saying we have to get married.  I’m saying I wanted this.  I wanted you, and I wanted you to have this.  I felt more comfortable with you than with someone who I had slept with, not sex, but slept beside, and held.  I just didn’t want to have sex with him.  I didn’t trust him.”

“If you would have told me…”

“You would have made me wait,” he shakes his head no, smiling down at you.  You were completely right.  He would have made you wait.  He would have enjoyed taking you apart slowly.  “Yeah, you would.  You’re that kind of a guy.  One date wouldn’t have been a long enough time.”

“I could have taken time with you.  I could have used my fingers to stretch you out a bit more.  I could have taken the time, and kissed on you a bit more, tasted you.  Slid into you slower, or hell I don’t even know, realize what I had laying in my bed.  You deserve more than you were given and if that jackass ever pushed you and made you feel like he was owed this, I’m sorry, but I think you deserve more than I just gave you, too.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not mad.  This wasn’t some romance movie moment, but tonight has been the best night of my life.  I came home with you because I like talking to you, and I like the way you make my body feel.  I came home with you thinking that just making out would be plenty, but I did want this.  I like the way you make me feel, yes, but I love the way you treat me.  I barely know you, and still feel like I’ve known you my whole life.  I don’t regret tonight.  No part of it, maybe the not telling you part.  But this feels nice, no?”

“This feels a lot better than nice.  I just wish…”

“I don’t need a bed of roses because those wither away.”

“That sounds familiar.”

“It's a country song, anyways, I want you.  And this moment.  I want you to fuck…make love…have sex, whatever to call it.  I want to feel you all over my body. Please…please just — I want this Andy, I want to feel you take control over my body,,” with a deep breath, Andy slowly pulls himself out of you, and slowly sinks back in.  “Andy, are you clean?”

“Yeah.”

“So am I.  Just don’t come in me.”

“You say that now,” he whispers, pulling himself completely out of you.  Looking at your tight but gaping hole.  He pulls off the condom, touching his tip at your entrance with a moan.  “I do not care what you say or beg of me I will not put my cum in you, and I mean that.”

“Okay.  Just…holy shit,” hands on his back, you scratch down the muscled skin as he pushes through your entrance.  This was such a different feeling.  Skin on skin.  Everything became more sensitive, more intimate.  And he doesn’t stop until he is fully sheathed into your wet heat.  Settling his weight over you.  Using his fingers to push back your hair as he starts a slow and steady pumps.  

“Uh…uh,” a round of whimpering squeaks exit your mouth, and you want to close your eyes, and want to keep staring up at him.  “Andy…An — dy.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

“And it feels good?”

“So good.  So — good.  Oh!” He picks up the pace.  It had been so long since he had someone like this.  He couldn’t remember when he was able to fully feel what they felt like from the inside.  He never trusted Laurie.  But you were freely giving him every part of you.  Every part of you was gripping him tightly; hand on his back, legs around his waist, and your cunt was making it hard to breathe.  You were perfect.

He would have made you wait.  You deserved that, but this was better than he could have imagined.  Your perfect little whimpers, and the way your nails dig into his skin when he hits a certain spot just.  Right.  There.  Lifting your back off the bed, you and him were so close, and fused together.  

“Yeah.  Yeah, you like the way I make you feel, huh?”

“Uh-huh.  Andy…”

“You wanna try being on top?  From behind?” You shake your head no, you didn’t want Andy to leave you for any second.  “Okay, just this once.  You’re gonna have to be a good girl and try other positions eventually, okay?”

“Okay.  Andy…Andy.  I’m…”

“Trust me, I can fucking tell.  You’re doing such a good job.  Have you stretched out and full of me.  Got you right….right…right…fucking — there,” your cunt clenches down tight.  Too tight for Andy to even move.  He lets you ride out your high.  Your eyes were deep dark pools of lust as you gaze owlishly up at him.  Still panting with tears leaking out of your eyes as he pulls completely out of you.  Wrapping his hand around his girth, fisting himself before spurting his thick cream up your stomach.  

Giving a glance down to your ruined cunt when he rubs over your sensitive bean, “How are you feeling?”

“Overwhelmed,” Andy stares up at his spend laying on your body before gathering it up.  Rubbing your clit with the mess, and you sit up.  Moaning at his motions, but also everything else, “What…Andy, what are you doing?”

“Sperm dies outside of the body in about two minutes.”

“Do you always do this?” He shakes his head no, and he wasn’t lying.  He had never wanted to see his spunk leak out of anyone more than you.  Had never yearned to see someone’s cum mix with his own. “Do you want me to go home?”

“I’d prefer you stayed right there.  I need to take care of you.  Clean you up.  Make sure you rehydrate.  Snuggle you.  Smell you.”

“And have sex again later?”

“No.  We’ll do this again,” he slaps at your pussy before standing up, and waddling to the bathroom.  “You’ll need a moment to rest.”

“We could try?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m interested in just a tight pussy.  Tomorrow, breakfast in bed.  We’ll go to the park or something.  Watch a movie.  Doesn’t matter.  Just…” he walks back into the bedroom with a warm washcloth.  Pressing it up against your tender sex, and moving up to wipe himself off you.  “We can just enjoy each other.”

“But I want to have sex with you again,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes. You were going to be trouble.  Your legs were still spread as if he was laying in between them.  Your hole was spread so wide, but it was those pouting eyes.  You had fully trusted him, and was pleading for more.  Your pussy showed the signs of him having been seated so deep inside of you.  

And it was like you wanted him to have a front row seat to view it. He doubted you were quite as cunning as that. There was still this confusion of not knowing of what to do.  Judging by your conversations, you wanted the same things that Andy wanted out of life.  Essentially a perfect match.

Andy had to remember that the two of you were still new.  He didn’t want to jump in too deep into this relationship, but he could see something becoming more real.  He did not feel things this passionately with Laurie.  Didn’t have this strong desire to protect her, stay with her, and dote on her like he did you.  She didn’t even want kids.  Lied to him from the beginning about that.  

You sigh softly, curling into his chest, and he holds you so tight.  He should have known the second he pushed through your entrance that you were a virgin.  The shock on your face, and biting at your lip as your eyes fill with tears.  You were something he hadn’t felt before.  Petting his hands up and down your back, he knows he could keep you like this forever.  

“Andy, I don’t believe in dating around.”

“Don’t worry,” he takes a deep gulp.  “I’ve only got time for one person, and she’s laying in my arms,” there was a soft giggle that vibrates his chest, and he pulls you even closer to him.  He is sure there would be hell to pay with Poppy tomorrow, but right now, he just wanted to bask in the loss of your innocence glow.  The way you randomly kissed over his chest, and your fingers tickle his belly.  He could get used to this.  He never wanted you to leave.  He knew he needed to chill, but he was also going to let you decide what you wanted to do, and it did not appear that you wanted to be anywhere but in his arms. And he was not complaining.

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