Unsung Heroes

Ch. 8 Opening Up
The decision to date Ashley was probably the best I’ve made in a very long time. Being around him put me as ease, and he was more than happy to comply with my ground rules. He never forced me into anything I didn’t want to do. The most we did was go out to restaurants or clubs and sit around my apartment eating food and watching movies. It sounds like something he’d rather never do, but we compromised by going to clubs and shit.
We’ve been together for about a month, now. He knows just about everything there is to know about me, at this point, and he’s indulged in some pretty odd secrets any BVB Army member would kill to know.
I haven’t gotten around to introducing him to any of my friends – the few I actually have – and he doesn’t seem to care whether or not I actually interact with the band… at least, for now. At some point, I’m going to have to, even though I’ve technically already met them when they… ambushed me, so to speak.
Right now, we’re at my apartment. We had been watching a movie – I forget which, and that’s probably because about ten minutes into the movie, Ashley started getting… bored. I’d already been leaning on him with his arm around me and my head resting on his chest, when he started massaging my arm and kissing my temple. He then lifted my head slightly to kiss down the side of my face and my ear… oh god what was he trying to do, kill me? His hand trailed down my arm to my waist and he started massaging my hip through my sweatpants.
I was wearing sweatpants, a Purdygirl shirt he insisted on giving me, and fuzzy socks. He was wearing a black wifebeater, jeans, and socks.
My hair hadn’t been done, yet, and it was starting to grow out so that my fringe was starting to hang over my eye and the sides were more finger-length. He seemed to prefer it that way, so I was procrastinating getting it cut, even though the purple was seriously starting to fade out. He started running his fingers through my hair and then he was kissing the side of my neck. My back and neither regions seemed to enjoy that a lot since they started tingling.
I knew Ashley was getting antsy do to the lack of physicality in our relationship, and honestly, I was starting to feel it, too. I guess that’s what happens when you actually become sexually active but I missed the horny teenager phase that no man seems to grow out of. He was a very sexual man, always needing physical contact. I didn’t blame him, really. I knew not having sex for a long period of time wasn’t really a normal thing for him, especially when it was as long as I was making it.
“Ashley,” I groaned when he started nibbling my ear. “Something tells me that you… need something.”
He chuckled and moved me more onto his lap and started kissing the back of my neck, securing his arms around my waist. Why did I choose not to wear a bra?
“What makes you say that?”
I smiled. “Well, I got a few clues…” I gasped when he bit my neck gently and then licked over the mark. He grinned against my neck.
“Oh, yeah?”
I wriggled around in his lap and then turned around to straddle his waist. He looked a bit surprised at my bold move, but happy all the same, grinning cheekily until he let out a strained gasp when I rolled my hips and ground down into his groin. Did I mention that I dance? And not just dance I mean like Samba dancing and just about every variation of belly dancing out there? And ballet? THANK YOU, BRAZIL!
Smirking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rolled my hips again. He groaned shakily and put his hands on my hips.
“Yeah,” I purred. Wow, I was certainly feeling adventurous. The last time I ever did anything close like this was our first date, and we all know how that ended up. He suddenly stilled my movements with his hands on my hips.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Are you sure? Cause I can wait, you know.” HA!
I rolled my eyes and reached down to palm him through his jeans. Yeah, if he kept waiting, he might get blue balls – actually, that’s pretty much a guarantee. The few times where we git handsy, we’d stop after a while and he’d disappear to the bathroom for an hour. His eyes grew wide and he thrust up into my hand.
“If I say we wait,” I whispered into his ear. “You might not be able to. I can feel how pent up you are.”
He groaned and then next thing I knew, I was flat on the couch, him over me and the movie forgotten. He pressed his lips feverishly to mine, gripping my hair with one hand and running the other one firmly up and down my side. I tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled harshly, bringing him as close as physically possible. I maneuvered my legs to be on either side of his waist and wrapped my leg around his side and ground him into my crotch. He moaned audibly into my mouth.
He moved from my mouth down the side of my face and to my neck. Leaving kisses and biting and sucking on various parts, making me cry out and arch up into him, the heat between my thighs getting stronger and making itself more and more known.
Ashley moved his hand from my side to underneath my shirt to my left breast, massaging it and then pinching and twisting the nipple, sending shivers and tingles down my spine and making me quiver.
This did not go unnoticed by Ashley, who pulled back enough to look me in the eye with brown eyes clouded over with lust. He smirked at me and continued to play with my nipple and watching the reactions it was invoking on my face.
Suddenly, my shirt was over my head and tossed to some corner of the room, leaving me exposed for all the world to see, except it was just Ashley. I don’t remember if he actually saw what I looked like naked last time, because I think the lights had been off, but… whatever.
He let out a groan. “Beautiful,” he whispered. But when he said that, he wasn’t looking at my tits; he was looking into my eyes.
He leaned down to press his lips to mine again, and I returned it with fervor, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him in.
The mood, however, was totally RUINED when my phone rang. Loudly. And obnoxiously. We froze and Ashley leaned up to the side table next to the couch to grab it. When he looked at the Caller ID, I’m surprised that the face he made didn’t make my phone melt.
“It’s You-Know-Who,” he groaned, showing me the screen to see that Mitch was calling me AGAIN.
I grabbed it from his hand and stuffed it between the couch cushions underneath me.
Ashley grinned and sat up to pull his wifebeater over his head and threw in the direction of where he threw my shirt and leaned down to press our naked chests together and kiss me along my neck. I pulled harshly on his hair and pulled his head off my neck to press kisses into his and bite down on the junction of his neck and shoulder.
A sudden knock on my door made me stop and fall back on the couch, Ashley falling on top of me with his head tucked into my neck.
“Do you wanna get that?” He mumbled into my skin.
Pushing him off of me gently, I sat up and walked over to wear my shirt was, next to the TV. I pulled it on and picked up the remote and turned off the TV.
Ashley sat up and groaned, standing to adjust his pants and then falling back onto the couch, looking frustrated and his face was still red.
Smiling gently, I walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Hold on for a second, Babe. I’ll make this quick.”
When I turned and started walking to the door, I could hear Ashley get up to follow me to the door, still in just his pants. Probably to prove to whoever was at the door that we’d been busy when they interrupted us. I knew my hair was all fucked up, which probably wasn’t doing me any favors.
I looked through the keyhole and groaned. Mitch and Maya were there. Neither of them have given up on trying to talk to me, and they kept coming over to try and talk to me.
I turned to lean against the door, looking at Ashley with pleading eyes. His eyes narrowed. “Is it them?” He hadn’t met them – for which I’d been kind of glad – but he’d heard plenty about them from me. He hasn’t even met Angel, yet, but that’s mostly because she’s been busy and she has this weird rule about not meeting peoples’ significant others for at least a couple of months so that they can build something without her interfering.
I nodded. Then, in a split-second decision, I pushed him to the door with “please answer it for me” clear on my face. He rolled his eyes but complied, opening the door and leaning against the frame. I could hear a small gasp from Maya and a weird noise from Mitch.
“Can I help you?” Ashley said coldly.
I heard Mitch clear his throat. “Who the fuck are you?”
Ashley’s eyes narrowed even further. “How’s that any of your business?”
Maya suddenly spoke up. “Where is Indy?”
Ashley’s head turned slightly to look at her. “How’s that any of your concern?”
“We’re her friends!”
I clenched my hands and shut my eyes to keep from opening the door further and pouncing on them.
“That’s funny, I don’t think she’s ever mentioned you.” I tried not to laugh at Ashley’s obviously mocking tone.
“Who are you to her?” I could hear the anger in Mitch’s voice.
Ashley stood up straighter. He stood about three inches over Mitch, and his biceps were much bigger than Mitch’s. “I’m her boyfriend.” I heard Maya gasp sharply. “You’re her BOYFRIEND?! Since when?!”
“For a month, now.”
I heard Mitch snort. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll get far with her.”
I crossed my arms and started tapping my foot impatiently.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, but Indy’s the most amazing girl I’ve ever met in my life, and I don’t know who you think you are, coming here and trying to start something with her when clearly she doesn’t want to see you.” I smiled and blushed at Ashley’s words.
“We dated for five years!” “We’ve been friends since high school!”
Ashley pretended to come to some sort of realization. “Oh, you’re THAT manwhore and slut who fucked with Indy! Oh yeah, she was MORE than happy to bitch about you two to me! Here’s an idea, why don’t you go back to hell and FUCK OFF!” He slammed the door in their faces.
I felt the heat between my legs, which had been going when the door opened and with every sound those two made, suddenly come back with a vengeance with the sudden fierceness that Ashley possessed when he was usually so mellow.
He turned to me, looking triumphant until he saw the look on my face, and suddenly looked nervous. Good.
“Indy?”
I grabbed his arm and pulled him to my room quickly, pushing him onto my bed and straddling his waist.
“Baby?” He sounded surprised.
I pulled my shirt back over my head and pushed him down.
“Shut up and kiss me!” I pressed my lips firmly to his.

Notes

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