The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Andy's POV--

I jumped awake, startled by the warmth pressed against my chest. I looked down to see Baylie's blondish brown hair covered part of her face, her mouth parted slightly and her eyes shut. This was new for me, having someone next to me when I woke up.

I looked down at her soft skin for a moment afterwords, thinking about what I'd give for the world to stay this way forever. She looked so peaceful and undisturbed. I thought about her body last night, the way her warm skin felt beneath my fingertips and her soft, begging whimpers and wines. I unconsciously moved my hand down to brush her hair from her face, startling her awake. She jumped in surprise slightly, but relaxed again, closing her eyes.

"Good morning..." She yawned, turning inwards to face my chest.

"Morning." I responded lazily, rubbing her back lightly.

"I need to shower." She groaned after a few minutes, rolling onto her back and running her hands through her hair. I almost asked to join, but instead I just smiled and sighed, sitting up. "I'm going to lunch with Ricky and Chris today, you wanna come?" I asked. She thought for a moment. "It would do you good to get some fresh air. Why don't you get dressed and come along?" I spoke for her. She nodded, getting up to shower. I followed her, needing to take one myself.

"What are you doing?" She asked as we both entered the bathroom.

"Joining you." I said.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I raised my eyebrows at her and she brought her lips back together. While I undressed, she shyly stood there and stalled. "Go on." I nodded. "B-but..." She stuttered, making me smirk. "Nothing I haven't seen before." I countered. She smiled slightly and after a few moments, began to undress. I turned the water on and stepped in, tilting my head back and wetting my hair. Baylie opened the shower door, her arms crossed over her chest shyly, and stepped in only to release a slight shreik and jump out.

"What?" I chuckled lightly.

"I-The water's freezing cold!" She exclaimed.

"That's how I like it." I said nonchalantly.

She looked from her feet to the shower, and I turned around to turn the heat up. "There." I said. "It's warm now." She gently stood up, joining me again. I could tell she was still unsure as she reached her hand out to feel the temperature this time.

"It's fine, Baylie." I reassured, and I watched as her face turned red all the way to the tips of her ears. She wasn't used to me saying her name, and frankly it felt foreign on my tongue as well.

She moved under the water with me, and I pulled her closer to my chest. She tensed at first, but soon relaxed and let me touch her.

I wanted to see her whole body now. I wanted to see every inch of her skin; every scar and sunspot and tan line and birthmark. I wanted to know her inside and out and trace her fingerprints like a map. I wanted to know her better than myself.

"What are you looking at?" She asked shyly, bringing her arms across her chest again.

"You. Stop covering yourself."

"A-Andy...will you do it again?"

She asked, her usually high voice lowering slightly. I brought her in closer, pulling her back against my chest and smirking along her skin. "Any time, love."

Keeping her pressed against me, I sucked on her skin gently and brought my hand down to her
core. I slipped my index finger passed her outer layer and pressed it hard against her clit, making her thighs tense and her body go limp against me. I slipped two fingers into her entrance, making her jump away.

"No!" She cried slightly, now in the corner of the shower.

I should've known. "Sorry." I said raspily under my breath. "Why don't you finish showering and I'll go find you something to wear?" I suggested. She nodded slightly, stepping back into the water.

--Baylie's POV--

I'm not sure why I shied away like that. It just...It hurt, and he didn't warn me. And no ones ever done that before. Not even myself. Soapy water rushed down my leg. Why didn't I let him? I was right not to. I should keep my wits about me. I still don't trust him, and I was going to wait until marriage, right? Right. Do I even love him? There's a feeling, towards him, for sure. He makes me excited, and he makes my chest feel warm and tight and he makes me bite my lip and play with my hair.

I thought about last night, and my hand wandered down to the soft spot Andy had touched. I let out a loud, unintentional moan, scaring myself. My hand flew straight to my mouth.

Did he hear that?


I coughed, pretending it wasn't what he probably thought it was. Shutting off the water, I dried myself off and slipped on Andy's robe out of lack of clothes to wear.

"Andy?" I called.

"Right here." He responded, appearing from the closet.

Shit, he definitely heard that.

He handed me two pieces of black fabric; a high waisted skirt and a crop top. "I-Is this appropriate?" I asked, knowing a small strip of my stomach would show. He laughed heartily. "Yes, Baylie, it's acceptable. You're a grown woman, start thinking like one. Besides, you're my grown woman and I'll have you like one." I blinked.

His?

Grown woman?

I nodded once and took the clothes, slipping them on with my bra and panties from last night. He watched me. "I heard that moan by the way." He said, making my stomach drop from embarrassment. "Wh-What moan?" I stuttered. He chuckled lightly. "Oh right, my mistake." I blushed, standing up only to be greeted by a pair of black wedge mary janes. "These are also for you." He said.

"Thanks." I said in a barely audible whisper, and before he turned around I felt his hand lightly brush my crotch.

Notes

OMFG I AM SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I AM TRASH