The Fallen and the Angel
Chapter 7
A few days passed. Andy and I had talked every day. Tomorrow was Christmas, and we’ve been at my parents’ house now for a few days.
“OH MY GOD ANDY STOP!” I shrieked against his playful tickles.
“NOPE!” He replied back. We were sitting on the couch next to the pretty Christmas tree like civilized people a few minutes ago. Now he was tickling me like a wild beast. But I wasn’t complaining. Even though I’m sure my face was redder than the candy canes from not being able to breathe, I liked it when he touched me. To be honest, I’m crazy about him now.
I slid off the couch and attempted to crawl into a ball to shield myself, but it completely did not work. He kinda just fell on top of me while trying to stop me.
“Okay NOW I REALLY CAN’T BREATHE!” I laughed even harder. His deep laughs turned silent from laughing so hard and his movement slowed, and we just sat there like two laughing lumps of people.
“Lydia I’m going up to be- Oh?” My mom said upon walking into the living room. We sat up quickly, even though we still giggled.
“Hey there mom!”
“…..Right….. Any who, I’m going up to bed. I suggest you two do the same soon, because you know Toby will be up the second the sun starts shining.” She finished with a sarcastic laugh.
“Kay mom. Love you.” I called to her as she went up the stairs. Andy’s been camping out down here on the sofa due to our lack thereof a guest room.
I glanced at the cable box. The time read 11:53. It was almost Christmas.
We sat alone on the floor with each other. We were silent; the only noise came from cars slushing through the snow outside.
I pulled my knees up and rested my chin on them. My hip was flush against his.
“Thank you for this Lydia. Really.”
“Dude, of course. And by the way, the fact that I knew of you before meeting you helped me come to the conclusion of letting you stay. You technically weren’t a COMPLETE stranger.” I admitted without looking at him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said a few moments later with a low voice, out of fucking nowhere mind you. Even though I started feeling very strongly for him, we basically had a brother-sister relationship going on for the past week. I wasn’t expecting this.
I turned my head to look at him to find his eyes studying my face. “What- what are you talking about?” I asked as I felt my cheeks turn bright pink.
“Everything about you is perfect Lydia.” The sudden change of look in his eyes sent my heart racing. “Your honesty, your sincerity, your compassion- just everything. I can’t think of any one that I’ve ever met before that would do this for me.” He slightly moved his hand so it slid off his lap. “And I can’t get you off my mind.”
My jaw dropped slightly as my hands slid off my knees. “But-“
“Since I touched your hand that night when we hailed the same cab- since I first looked at you, your image completely clouded my mind. Your beautiful hair, your skin, your sparkling eyes, your-“ he stuttered slightly “-your perfect lips, all of it took me aback. And I knew you would somehow affect my life when I saw you in that hotel. I saw you, and I didn’t care about Juliet.” He inched his hand over to mine cautiously and placed his fingers in between mine. “I think I’m falling for you.”
My first instinct when I experience one too many emotions at once is to cry. With that being stated, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. “Andy… No one… No one has ever said anything like that to me before. Ever.” I looked down at our hands as another tear fell off my face. I lifted my eyes to look at him, and he looked at the clock.
He took his other hand and placed it under my chin. My stomach was in the worst tangle of knots. He lifted my face up so that it was specifically angled with his.
“Merry Christmas, Lydia.” He said with a look in his eyes that made my lip quiver. He pressed his sweet, soft lips against mine. He pulled away after a way too short 2 seconds and had his forehead against my own. I felt his breath coming rapidly out of him in little huffs that brushed against my lips, and I wanted more. With my eyes still closed, I leaned back in and his lips were once again on mine. His hand slid down my neck, causing me to let out a quiet sigh. I felt my arms slightly trembling. In response to my sigh, he started moving his lips more urgently against mine. I pulled away to change my position (my butt was getting numb), but instead, he quickly stood up and took me up with him. He suddenly sat on the couch and pulled me down on top of him so that I was straddling his waist. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself from the sudden movement as I looked at him with my eyebrows slightly raised, partially because I was in such shock over what the fuck was happening right now.
His lips came smashing against mine again, and his hands traveled from my knees up my thighs, and I involuntarily responded by pressing my hips into his. I thought he was going to lose his mind.
He pulled away quickly, and I instinctively nibbled my bottom lip. “I- I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, trying to collect himself.
“It’s okay,” I said. I wasn’t planning on going all the way, although the tease was quite fucking nice. “I uh- I’m not exactly ready for that yet.” I blushed a deeper shade than I already was. A grin crept up on his slightly puffy lips. He gave me another kiss like the one BEFORE we both went hormone crazy and laid back on his pile of pillows. He left me on top of him and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over us.
“Andy?” I said after a few moments as I felt my eyes get heavy.
“Hmm?” I heard him respond in an equally sleepy tone.
Instead of responding with words, I gave him a little peck under his jaw, and I felt his arms tighten around me in response. I was happier than I ever have been before, and I tried to process that Andy Biersack actually fucking kissed me as I slipped into sleep.
“OH MY GOD ANDY STOP!” I shrieked against his playful tickles.
“NOPE!” He replied back. We were sitting on the couch next to the pretty Christmas tree like civilized people a few minutes ago. Now he was tickling me like a wild beast. But I wasn’t complaining. Even though I’m sure my face was redder than the candy canes from not being able to breathe, I liked it when he touched me. To be honest, I’m crazy about him now.
I slid off the couch and attempted to crawl into a ball to shield myself, but it completely did not work. He kinda just fell on top of me while trying to stop me.
“Okay NOW I REALLY CAN’T BREATHE!” I laughed even harder. His deep laughs turned silent from laughing so hard and his movement slowed, and we just sat there like two laughing lumps of people.
“Lydia I’m going up to be- Oh?” My mom said upon walking into the living room. We sat up quickly, even though we still giggled.
“Hey there mom!”
“…..Right….. Any who, I’m going up to bed. I suggest you two do the same soon, because you know Toby will be up the second the sun starts shining.” She finished with a sarcastic laugh.
“Kay mom. Love you.” I called to her as she went up the stairs. Andy’s been camping out down here on the sofa due to our lack thereof a guest room.
I glanced at the cable box. The time read 11:53. It was almost Christmas.
We sat alone on the floor with each other. We were silent; the only noise came from cars slushing through the snow outside.
I pulled my knees up and rested my chin on them. My hip was flush against his.
“Thank you for this Lydia. Really.”
“Dude, of course. And by the way, the fact that I knew of you before meeting you helped me come to the conclusion of letting you stay. You technically weren’t a COMPLETE stranger.” I admitted without looking at him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said a few moments later with a low voice, out of fucking nowhere mind you. Even though I started feeling very strongly for him, we basically had a brother-sister relationship going on for the past week. I wasn’t expecting this.
I turned my head to look at him to find his eyes studying my face. “What- what are you talking about?” I asked as I felt my cheeks turn bright pink.
“Everything about you is perfect Lydia.” The sudden change of look in his eyes sent my heart racing. “Your honesty, your sincerity, your compassion- just everything. I can’t think of any one that I’ve ever met before that would do this for me.” He slightly moved his hand so it slid off his lap. “And I can’t get you off my mind.”
My jaw dropped slightly as my hands slid off my knees. “But-“
“Since I touched your hand that night when we hailed the same cab- since I first looked at you, your image completely clouded my mind. Your beautiful hair, your skin, your sparkling eyes, your-“ he stuttered slightly “-your perfect lips, all of it took me aback. And I knew you would somehow affect my life when I saw you in that hotel. I saw you, and I didn’t care about Juliet.” He inched his hand over to mine cautiously and placed his fingers in between mine. “I think I’m falling for you.”
My first instinct when I experience one too many emotions at once is to cry. With that being stated, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. “Andy… No one… No one has ever said anything like that to me before. Ever.” I looked down at our hands as another tear fell off my face. I lifted my eyes to look at him, and he looked at the clock.
He took his other hand and placed it under my chin. My stomach was in the worst tangle of knots. He lifted my face up so that it was specifically angled with his.
“Merry Christmas, Lydia.” He said with a look in his eyes that made my lip quiver. He pressed his sweet, soft lips against mine. He pulled away after a way too short 2 seconds and had his forehead against my own. I felt his breath coming rapidly out of him in little huffs that brushed against my lips, and I wanted more. With my eyes still closed, I leaned back in and his lips were once again on mine. His hand slid down my neck, causing me to let out a quiet sigh. I felt my arms slightly trembling. In response to my sigh, he started moving his lips more urgently against mine. I pulled away to change my position (my butt was getting numb), but instead, he quickly stood up and took me up with him. He suddenly sat on the couch and pulled me down on top of him so that I was straddling his waist. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself from the sudden movement as I looked at him with my eyebrows slightly raised, partially because I was in such shock over what the fuck was happening right now.
His lips came smashing against mine again, and his hands traveled from my knees up my thighs, and I involuntarily responded by pressing my hips into his. I thought he was going to lose his mind.
He pulled away quickly, and I instinctively nibbled my bottom lip. “I- I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, trying to collect himself.
“It’s okay,” I said. I wasn’t planning on going all the way, although the tease was quite fucking nice. “I uh- I’m not exactly ready for that yet.” I blushed a deeper shade than I already was. A grin crept up on his slightly puffy lips. He gave me another kiss like the one BEFORE we both went hormone crazy and laid back on his pile of pillows. He left me on top of him and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over us.
“Andy?” I said after a few moments as I felt my eyes get heavy.
“Hmm?” I heard him respond in an equally sleepy tone.
Instead of responding with words, I gave him a little peck under his jaw, and I felt his arms tighten around me in response. I was happier than I ever have been before, and I tried to process that Andy Biersack actually fucking kissed me as I slipped into sleep.
Awe so sweet :)
5/20/14