I'm a Loaded Gun (Part 2)

"Babe, wake up. You need to clean your tattoo."
"Mmmmmm, noooo," I mumble through the cloud of sleep.

"Come on, let's get a shower and then let's go furniture shopping for our house. And you still need to sign for it," Andy whispered as he rolled me over into his embrace. With my face against his bare chest, I placed a tender kiss on his sternum. I finally decided to get up, and Andy followed me over to the bathroom. That's when I realized that this wasn't going to work. "Oh shit, I forgot how small this place was," Andy said. "Um...do you wanna get a shower, and I'll get us some breakfast?"

"Sounds good," I added with a kiss. Andy brought me a towel and I closed the door. I turned on the hot shower. As I pulled off my shirt, I could feel the ache in my left forearm where my tattoo was. I decided to leave the wrapping on and protect it with plastic wrap. I washed myself and walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me about fifteen minutes later. I pulled on some undergarments and rummaged through my bag of clothes. I pulled out some blue faded denim shorts and a black mesh button up shirt with a collar and no sleeves. Today in LA was supposed to be really warm. I pulled my hair up into a upside down braid into a messy bun. I straightened my bangs into place and strolled down walked out into the living room/kitchen. "Mmmmmm, what smells so good?" I asked as I sat down at the bar (Andy doesn't have a table).

He smiled at me, turning and putting a bag in front of me. I giggled as he pulled out McDonalds pancakes and sausage. "Voila."
"Thanks, haha I love their pancakes!" He came and sat next to me as we ate our pancakes.

He finished before me, so he went to take a shower while I cleaned up. I went back to his room and did my make up in the stand up mirror while I sat on the floor. Just as I was applying the last swip of mascara he stepped out of the bathroom, in only a towel wrapped very low on his hips.

"And you call me the fucking tease," I said as I glared at his reflection.

He turned his back to me and pulled out some clothes. "Don't look now," he taunted. With his back turned, his towel dropped to the floor, revealing his pale ass. I covered my mouth to restrain a giggle. He looked around for his boxers. I silently got up and tiptoed across the floor as he stepped into them. I slapped his ass, pretty hard might I add, and slid across the floor, collapsing into a fit of laughter. He flipped me off and pulled the fabric over his now red ass. He jumped over the small space and fell on me, squishing me to the floor. "OH REAL FUNNY? HOW'S THIS?"

"ah...fuck...GAH...Andy.." I coughed, "get...your bony...ass off." In a fluid motion he flipped so that he was laying chest to chest on me, inches from my lips. "Fuck," I whispered breathlessly.

"Not right now," he smiled as he pecked my lips and then helped me up. He walked back to the handing rack with his cloths and pulled on his black skinnies and a yellow batman cut off tank top.

"Oh, babe?" I asked as he looked up from his boots. "Can you help me with my tattoo?"

He smiled and motioned for me to follow him as he walked to the kitchen. "Wait here." He walked back to the hallway and returned with a little black bag with "Troublemaker Tattoo" on it. He pulled out some little bottles and rags. Turning to me, he picked me up by my hips and set me on the counter. I giggled. Delicately as a heart surgeon, he removed the plastic wrap I'd put on and then the tattoo wrappings. He poured some clear solution on a cotton ball and carefully rubbed over the swollen skin. It burned like hell, it must have been antiseptic. I bit my lip and then Andy got a soft cloth and out the blue solution on my arm, which made it feel all Icey. And lastly was some green paste.

"What was all that?" I asked.

"Anteseptic, liquid pain reliever, and moisturizer all special for tattoos. I invested in this stuff when I started my sleeves." He packed it all back up and returned a moment later with his sunglasses on and car keys in hand. "Ready?"
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The rest of the day was incredibly boring. I signed for the house with Andy and we were told we would receive the keys in two days, and we could move in anytime after that. I was so excited, my life was really starting. My life was going to be with Andy. Next came furtinure shopping, which we both agreed on basically everything. We both loved clean modern looks, like black, white, and stainless steel. I picked out some blue and red stuff to compliment everything. We got a beautiful black leather three sweater and lounger wrap around sofa for our living room, with a glass table and a red cherry wood side table with a glass top. Shopping for the house was so easy. We got the kitchen, living room, dining room, spare bedroom, patio, and music room furtinure with no problems. The bedroom was a different story. We both decided we wanted a king size bed...we would definitely use it. But we couldn't decide the bedroom outfit. There was an all black version, all white version, cherry wood, and two other we just couldn't decide. We decided to just by a bed, with no head board and that we would come back for everything else when we decided.

We returned to the apartment and I helped Andy pack up some of his belongings. Honestly he didn't have much either. It was decided that tomorrow I would fly back to Florida, get my stuff shipped to the new house and then return back. I called Siren and we decided to have my motorcycle and her car delivered to our new places instead of running the miles up and running the risk of damage along the way. Sirens parents decided to buy our house (they currently lived in a one bedroom apartment next to the campus).
I couldn't believe everything was finally working out for me.

Notes

Honestly it's a filler, but I hope you guys like it.