The Seven Deadly Sins: Demon of Pride

Sitting on the plane while on the way back from the prison, Eva couldn’t place exactly how she felt. She knew she shared something more than friendship and sex with Andy, but damn did her feelings for Con-man 101 come flying back.
She bit her lip and stared out the window mindlessly
“Hey, earth to Eva,” she heard a voice outside of her conscious.
Andy had been trying to get her attention for a matter of minutes, but with no such luck.
“Oh, shit,” Eva exclaimed, blushing, “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to know where your head is at,” he started, his piercingly blue eyes staring into mine, “I knew things were tense in there.”
“Oh, I’m just dealing with bottled up feelings and emotions,” she stated as she shrugged, “I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Do you still want to see where this goes?”
His question stung; how could he think – oh dear. He thinks I’m still IN love with Brody, she thought.
“Well, no shit!” she began, turning to him, “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I was just asking, babe,” he shrugged, and smirked. “Wanna join the mile high club?”
“Andy, are you crazy?” she exclaimed as he inched towards her body hungrily.
“Maybe just a little,” he whispered into her ear as he finally reached her personal space, “But only for you,”
She smiled and closed her eyes, trying to shake off the hormones that were now raging within her. With no such luck, she gave into his, and her, desires.
“You couldn’t wait til we got back to my place, could you Biersack?”
“Not with you looking so beautiful, Brookes.”

Andy began to nibble at Eva’s neck line. Her eyes closed again, rubbing the back of his neck with acceptance. His hands found their way to the blouse buttons on her shirt and began to unbutton each one slowly, until her shirt was wide open. His slacks began to get tight in the waist as he felt his way to her breasts.
“Can I?” he asked, biting his lip slightly. Lust blazed through his eyes in such a way she couldn’t say no if she wanted to.
Nodding, she felt his left hand make its way to her bra. Lifting up one of the cups, a perfectly size nipple presented itself to him. Tweeking it between his fingers, he put his other arm behind her waist, and pulled her to his lap.
She could feel his arousal through their clothing and started to become damp. Turning her away from him so she was facing the front of the plane while sitting, his left hand still felt its way around her breasts.
“Ok, this thing is in the fucking way,” he breathed, speaking of the bra.
Removing her shirt fully, he used his teeth to take off her silky, tan-colored bra, revealing two perfectly plump and perky breasts. Feeling her skin on his, even though it was just his arm, made him more aroused than he was. He used his right hand to remove his shirt so he could feel the softness of her back on his chest.
“Isn’t it great how we have an entire plane to ourselves,” he whispered into her ear as he slowly moved his right hand to its place on her thigh.
“Oh my god, hell yes,” Eva replied, half lidded and completely in the moment.
She reached up and undid her bun from her head, letting her hair fall down her back. It fell to just before her ass, and Andy loved it. Taking in the scent of her hair, he moaned slightly. His right hand grabbed the bottom of her skirt and tugged it towards him, allowing his to get to his prize.
He felt for underwear; lace.
“Hey,” he said, nudging her to get up, “Could you put your forearms on the head rest, and kneel in the seat, baby?”
She did as she was told, present her ass to him. He unzipped the skirt in the back, and pulled down the garment that stood between the two. He, too, removed his pants, allowing his erection to stand free of restriction.
“I love it when you wear things like this,” he spoke of the tan, lacey thong she donned, the crotch of them soaked with her arousal.
“Andy, what if we get caught,” she said meekly, gripping on the headrest for dear life.
“We won’t,” he hissed through his teeth, “I paid off the pilot when we boarded,”
“You asshole,” she said, smirking.
“You know it.”
Sliding the lace barrier aside, he knelt down to taste her. Sweet juices from her slit coated his tongue within minutes, making him moan into her. The vibrations from his mouth massaged her clit, causing the same reaction. Removing his left hand from her breasts as he stood back up, he braced himself as his other began to grace her nether region. Rubbing her clit gently, he slid his hardened member between her thighs. He felt her moisture come in contact with his shaft as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Eva leaned further forward as she presented herself to him, needing and wanting what he could offer.
“I love you, Eva,” he whispered to her surprise
He slid himself into her, clutching onto her body like she was his life source. Sliding in and out of her opening, he felt himself reach climax almost instantly. Pulling out to stabilize himself, he panted as he licked the back of her neck.
He put himself back inside her quickly, a moan escaping her vocal chords. Grabbing her hips, he leaned up against the airplane seat as he thrusted into her, thighs clapping together like thunder. He juiced glistened on his hardened shaft with each re-entry.
“Do you trust me?” he asked timidly.
“Yes,” she breathed, “Why do you ask?”
As he thrusted, a lone finger dance along her backside until her reached her ass.
“That’s why.”
She gave the okay as his thumb found its place along the tightened muscle. Slipping it in slightly, she hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure. That was all he had planned to do at that moment, but it had given him a better hold of her.
“God, you are so tight,” he exclaimed, sliding in and out at a slower pace than he was, “So fucking wet,”
“Babe, I’m going to cum,” she said softly as he felt her walls tighten on him.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, leaning in to her ear.
A sudden flood of juices graces him, soaking his pelvis and the airplane seat.
Without warning, he twitched violently and came shortly after, moaning loudly as he let off his load.
“That was,” Eva gasped finally, “Incredible.”
“Tell me about it,” Andy agreed, finally stabilizing himself.
Cleaning themselves up, alone with the mess on the seat, the pair sat close together until the plane landed five minutes later.

Leaving their terminal, they were relieved they didn’t have to go to the baggage claim department. Giggling as they watch a woman get made at her assumed husband for leaving her carry-on on the flight they had exited, the pair found themselves in more of a debacle.
“So, you said you loved me,” Eva brought up, stopping Andy in his track at her car once again.
“Yes,” he spoke plainly, short and sweet.
“Was that true,” she asked while fumbling for her car keys.
“Eva,” he began, as he opened the door to the passenger side front seat, “I believe I need to explain something to you,”
Taking a minute to formulate his explanation, alone with helping her navigate the LAX, he finally had the guts to confess what had been plaguing his mind.
“The truth is,” he sighed, and looked in her direction not caring whether she looked at him back.
“The truth is, I do love you.”
The pair sat silently for a few moments until he began again.
“I fell in love with you after our first time together. It felt so natural to be with you sexually and romantically. It feels so natural to tell you I love you, and to hold you, hug you, kiss you, all of that.”
His mind raced along with his heart.
“Sometimes I would think so myself, what the fuck are you doing, Andy? She couldn’t possibly love you back, why are you opening yourself to more heart ache…”
“More heart ache?” Eva asked questioningly, trying to search for answers.
“I had two girlfriends before you; Scout and Juliet. Scout didn’t like how we hardly saw one another when I started classes and working, and left me; just showed up at the apartment that she had shared with me, packed all of her things, and left. She wouldn’t even talk to me, or explain why it came to that. Juliet was another story.” He paused a moment, and looked at her, “I met her during school when I was 20, very similar to how you met Brody. We were at a party together and had the same group of friends. They introduced us, and at first we hated each other.”
He paused to catch his bearings; he hadn’t been this open with someone in so long it almost seemed foreign.
“She and I were together until about 8 months ago; I thought I had loved her. But, when she left me and our two cats, she left without a word. Just up and disappeared, followed by a text saying she had met someone new and figured I would understand. She was supposed to be so much more mature than me – she was fucking 25 at the time, and I was 22. I was heartbroken, but in retrospect I think my pride was hurt more than anything.”
“So, where do I come in, Biersack,” Eva asked, finally pulling up to the condos to talk to Leslie once again.
“I haven’t felt like this; like, I have never felt so afraid for someone’s life before. Usually I’m all like fuck it, they can handle their own shit, but not with you. My body burns to touch yours, my heart hurts when you are away, and my mind seeks to understand how you feel. I’m not used to being romantic, and hate being so to tell you the truth. But, I can’t help it with you. I want to keep you, for as long as I can.”
Damn, Eva thought while looking at her partner pouring his heart out, Guess I don’t need to be afraid of loving him back.
“Well, you want to know something, Andrew?”
He nodded, his face red in embarrassment and a slight bit of fright.
“I happen to care for you deeply; ever since things died with Brody, I didn’t think I could be capable of loving someone. But, I can, and have again. I am capable of love, because it is what I feel for you. I love you, too, Andrew Biersack. And I’ll be damned if I let anyone take that from me again.”
Satisfied with the conclusion and both having confessed, the two detectives straightened up and exited the vehicle while making a bee line for the condo doors.
Flashing their badges, they made their way to the elevator.
“I hope she makes this easy,” Andy said, adjusting his jacket collar, “Because I can’t take anymore struggles for a little while.”
“I know what you mean,” Eva replied, watching the now lit five turn to a lit six.
Stopping at the seventh floor, they found the two children standing outside the condo door with the manager, Helena.
“What is going on here?” Eva asked, brow furrowed.
“This is Alex,” Helena motioned to the small boy, looking about ten, “And this is his four year old sister, Suzanna.”
Kneeling down to shake the young man’s hand, Eva looked him in the eyes and smiled.
“Hey there big guy,” she exclaimed, “I bet you don’t remember me, do you.”
“Hi, Evangeline!” Suzanna exclaimed, hugging Eva’s shoulder tightly.
“Hey, Suzie,” she giggled, and turned back to the boy, “Where’s your mom?”
“She left,” he stated plainly, but with a dazed look on his face.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“She had daddy killed,” he said, staring at her with fear in his eyes.
“Oh my god,” Eva said, covering her mouth as she gasped.
“Looks like our innocent widow wasn’t so innocent at all, E” Andy said, finally making his way into the condo.
As he helped the police who had shown up on the request of Helena, Eva stayed with the children.
“How do you know she had your father killed,” Eva asked sweetly, finally sitting against the wall in the hallway.
“Well,” Alex followed suit as Suzie ran inside the condo to her room, accompanied by Helena.
“Well?”
“I was doing my homework at the kitchen table last night,” he began, picking at his fingers, “She was on the phone with some guy, talking about how you were close to finding out. She didn’t notice I was listening, so I kept my head down and pretended to be working on my Algebra. She said she couldn’t be around when you found out what she did; she couldn’t be around to learn you knew she killed my dad.”
“Do you know the guy who she called?” Eva asked, taking out her pad of paper to jot down information.
“No,” he paused, “He is just known as the Hooded Man.”
“The Hooded Man?” Eva was confused.
“Yea,” he started, “a few years back this guy would come to my school in a grey hooded jacket and black cargo pants and try and take us, the kids. Teachers caught on to it, and thought he had stopped shortly after he was warned. But that didn’t stop him; he killed my teacher, Mr. Thomas.”
I remember that case; just before I started working. Alex was five and in kindergarten, and he was traumatized for a while, she thought to herself.
“The only thing I saw of him were his eyes, Eva,” he pointed to a golden green boarder that trimmed the hallway, “They were that color.”
“Well, thank you Alex,” she said, and got up, “Is your grandma on her way?”
“Yes, ma’am; she and grandpa are going to stay here with us for a few days, and then we are moving a few blocks down to their condo.”
Giving him and his sister hugs, and wiping the tears out of her eyes, Eva enter the abandoned condo to fetch her partner.
“Andy, what did you find,” she called out.
“Eva, you aren’t going to believe this,” he called back, only to exit the master suite with important evidence.
In his right hand he held a journal.
In his left: a bag that held a grey hooded jacket and black cargo pants.
“Looks like Les was in thick with the suspect,” Andy said,
“Looks like this just became out next crime scene.”

Notes

Where did Leslie go? Why did she leave her children, and incriminating evidence? Will Andy and Eva get there shit together before something bad happens.