I'm a Loaded Gun (Part 2)

"Babe," Andy said as he stroked my hair.

I opened my eyes, and glanced up at his calm expression. He leaned forward and pressed his lips into my forehead. "Hmmm?"

He leaned over the bedside, resting on his forearms. "Everything's going to be okay," he murmured, crawling into the bed beside me. His arms pulled me into his chest. "I don't want you just holding everything in because you hate crying. I'm here if you want to talk, or cry, or whatever... I just don't want you hurting yourself."

I exhaled noisily, "Andy," I said as a rested my head on my elbow, "I don't plan on hurting myself. I was... out of control to say the least. I'm not going to cut myself, or drink, or try to kill myself. I was messed up. And you don't need to watch me 24/7 like I'm going to, okay?" I clutched his hand in mine. "You are going back to the studio tomorrow, and I am going to invite Siren over to write with me. I'm not...happy about what happened with my mom, but I have to keep going. I got the validation I needed that she didn't want anything to do with me." I glanced over at Andy, gazing into his curious eyes, "I just, I don't really know what to do with it. We have to move on with our lives."

He gave me that smirk of his and squeezed my hand, "I'm right here if you need me tomorrow. You know you can always call or text me, babe. We are just planning tomorrow." He rested his other hand on my forearm, "Okay?"

"Okay," I whispered as I leaned into him, kissing his lips firmly.

He seemed to only expect one kiss, because he leaned back as I pressed my body into his. He quickly relaxed into the moment and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me on top of him. My hands tangled with his hair, his were flat on my back as I adjusted my legs into either side of his waist. Andy slide his tongue into my mouth, and the sweet dance began, but was quickly ended as he let out the mother of all yawns, causing me to bust up laughing, placing my head into the hollow of his shoulder. I leaned back, hands on his chest, sitting on his hips, as he took my hands in his, entwining them.

"Sooo.... I have an idea, but I have no idea how you're going to like it," I said slyly.

"Oh god, what," he laughed, making me lightly bounce.

"Well... I want our honeymoon to be special," I felt the blush creeping in.

He sat up, moving me back slightly so he was holding my sides, peering curiously into my eyes. "You know it will," he breathed, leaning in for a kiss.

I put one hand over his mouth, "I have a proposition."
His eyes were full of confusion. "What's that?"

"Okay, so the wedding is in september," I paused, trying to see if he was showing any emotions, but he was blank as a new sheet of paper. "I want to have a temporary... I want to just..." I could feel the nervousness, "I want to wait until the honeymoon...to have sex."

I looked at Andy, seeing a bit of the lust burning in his eyes. That would mean waiting seven months to have sex again. Since I had got together again we had had sex 7 or 8 times, but I wanted this to be very special. Not to say that Andy's not good... He's amazing but I had heard that it was a great thing for couples to do. By the time we got to the wedding we'd be basically about to tear the clothes off each other. His face was calm, "Well, is that what you want?"

"I think it could be good..."

"Are you...am I...satisfying you?"

I tried not to laugh but I did. I pushed my torso into his, bringing his face up to mine, "Andy, satisfied doesn't even come close to what you make me feel. You make me feel like my bones are alive, like I can feel every single nerve in my body, and I can feel the blood rushing through every vein. Don't ever question your ability to please me."

"Okay," he smiled, "then I want to find out all of the conditions of this arrangement."

"What do you mean?" I giggled.
"Does this mean we can't...Uhh...well, that we won't have any time of contact with each other?"

"If you're worried about being pleased I think you can take care of that in your own."

"If I don't get any loving, neither do you," he joked, "you don't have anything right?"

I cracked up laughed, "No Andy I don't have anything naughty. You are my only naughty item."

"Okay I have a condition then," He said, eyes dead serious. He pressed his body into mine, "The agreement starts after tomorrow."

You know what, fine. I could use some loving. I crashed my lips into his and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could hear this almost primal growl building in his throat, but I hate this insatiable burning in my stomach growing. I slid my hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and took it in my fingers tips, before pulling it over his head and bringing his face right back to mine. Andy must have been a little more eager. I dropped my face to his neck and sharply bit the skin, which I knew was his ultimate sensitive spot. As I heard the skin carefully in my teeth I felt my back exposed, realizing when his hands clenched, he ripped my silk tank top right off my back. I returned my mouth to his, wrestling our tongues. The strap on the back of my bra snapped open and Andy's lips left mine, leaving a hot trail down the side of my shoulder as he slid the strap off. His teeth grazed my breast as he moved to the other side to repeat his actions. I leaned backward, hands grabbing his hair as his teeth bit my breast. My breathing with so jagged. I leaned backward until Andy pushed me onto my back and took my hands in his so he could kiss a trail down to my hips.

"You're a fucking tease," I groaned. He laughed into my stomach, looking up to smile at me, hands grabbing the button on my shorts. I watched his hands work the fabric off my hips. I grabbed his belt buckle in my hands, unclasping it and then undoing the button behind it. Andy's mouth met mine again, as I tilted my hips up, using my feet to push his jeans and boxers off. He moved to suck on my neck, alternating between licks and pulling the skin with his lips. "Andy," I choked, "Safety." He silenced me with his lips, hand reaching for the nightstand. I heard the plastic crumple and Andy leaned away for a moment giving me the time to catch my breath. He leaned back to me and placed a kiss on the peak of my pelvis.

He crawled back over me, taking my hands in his, "I love you so much Reya," he said into my lips as he pressed into me. I caught my bottom lip in my teeth as I held in a scream, my whole body tensing, but Andy had a way of making me comfortable. He took my lips in his to keep me from biting my lip off. I could feel my spine shaking, his hands gripping mine even tighter. I couldn't help but whimper. My hands were trembling so badly, but I held through the ragged breath until I couldn't resist anymore. I screamed out as Andy rested his face on my sternum.

"Andy," I breathed. "It's gonna take...a lot... To beat that."

He only laughed and pulled himself up over me again, kissing me so gently and lovingly. "Just so you know, I couldn't ever want anything more than what you make me feel."

Notes

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