Escaping Grace

I tossed my bag into the spare bedroom in relief; I had never been so glad to be at Andys.
I tossed my keys and phone onto the bar and Andy wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Alone at last," he murmured, and I chuckled, turning in his arms. I rose on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"It's not like I didn't sleep with you a couple days ago."
He sent me a look. I grinned, and kissed his chin before I pulled away and went to the fridge. I slid him a beer across the bar and grabbed a soda.
"Anything on TV?" I asked as he sat on the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table.
"Yeah. We have... Cartoons, some TV shows, Oprah, and I think there's a Thor movie on."
"Thor! Pick Thor!" I hurried to the couch. He clicked it on the second movie, and I sat down beside him, kicking off my converse and curling my legs up under me.
"I can't believe he deserted her for two years," I sighed a few minutes later. "I mean, come on."
"He was busy saving the universe."
"He could have called! Or even wrote a letter or something," I frowned. "And poor Loki."
"What? He was intent on destroying the world."
"He's just misunderstood," I corrected him. "He totally loved his mom though."
"He was just evil," Andy disagreed.
"Some people think evil is attractive," I glanced over at him. "In the word of Ursula, he's a poor unfortunate soul."
"Ursula?"
"The Little Mermaid? Disney? Andy, did you not ---?"
"Why would I watch a Disney movie?"
I narrowed my gaze, and turned until I was on my knees beside him. "Have you not seen any of them?"
"No." he frowned at me warily. "And I don't intend too."
My lips drew up in a slow smile.
"Rock paper scissors, I win and we do a Disney movie marathon all night and you have to sing the prince solos."
"No way," he rolled his eyes at me, "am I going to do that."
"What are ya, scared?"
"Leah, I'm the frontman for Black Veil Brides. I'm supposed to be badass. I'm not watching Disney movies."
"Rock paper scissors." I issued the challenge.
He frowned at me, and slowly raised his hands into position, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm not going to watch," he warned me as he turned to face me, our knees touching. "I'm just humoring you."
I grinned. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
We both glanced down.
"Rock beats scissors."
"I'm not doing it."
"You're so doing it."
Two Disney movies later and he was still doing it, and probably regretting ever asking to date me. I grinned as Pocahontas dived off the waterfall.
"Come on, it's not SO bad," I nudged him with my elbow. "Stop sulking."
"I'm too badass for this," he grumbled, looking at his phone steadily. "The guys would die if they saw me like this."
"What's the likelihood of them ever finding out?" I rolled my eyes. "I won't tell them."
"This is almost embarrassing. How can I even call myself a man after this?" he shook his head. "I can literally feel my tats turning into butterflies and ice cream."
"Well I hope not. I like your tattoos the way they are."
"You say that now," he looked over at me, "while you're torturing me."
I smiled, and leaned over to kiss him. "It's not so bad."
"Yes it is."
"No its not," I rolled my eyes. "Even three year old love Disney, and you're not too far off from them."
He frowned at me, but his shoulder nudged mine playfully. "I think you hurt my feelings."
"Real men don't have feelings!"
"So what are you saying?" he cut his luminous eyes at me. "Do I have to prove my manhood to you?"
My lips twitched. "Well I'm starting to doubt it myself ---."
He suddenly grabbed me, pulling me into his lap, his lips crushing mine before I could say another word. After a moment, I let one hand tangle in his hair, and I shifted until I was straddling him.
His hands drifted down to my hips, and then slipped beneath my shirt, skimming my skin slowly.
Why did he think anyone would ever doubt his manhood when he could use his lips so damn well?
He pulled my shirt over my head, and his lips found my neck, nipping lightly.
There was suddenly a harsh knock on the door, and I barely had time to look before it opened.
"Ashley!" I shrieked, and he froze in the doorway, eyes widening.
"What the fuck?" Andy demanded, and literally threw his jacket at me. I scrambled out of his lap, my face flaming.
This was embarrassing.
I slipped my arms into the jacket, letting it cover my front and leaving the back open. Ashley had his hand over his eyes, and thankfully he'd closed the door.
"Why don't you fucking wait for someone to answer the door?" I demanded, glaring at him.
"How am I supposed to know you're doing it on the couch!?"
"By KNOCKING."
He grimaced, then peeked between his fingers before letting his hand fall. "Well, at least you're not completely naked." he grinned. "Then it would've been worse."
Andy glared. "What do you want, man?"
"Oh, right," Ashley pulled a magazine out of his back pocket. "And for the record, I DID call, but you never answer."
"Did you not learn from last time?" I snapped, flustered.
For the love of God why did he have a spare key?
Ashley just shrugged, and tossed Andy the magazine as he stepped over to the bar to pour himself a drink. "Rockhard wrote an article about our upcoming tour."
"So?" Andy flipped through it, and I frowned.
"You broke in because of an article?"
"You'll want to read it. Rockhard apparently has a new writer, and he's... Blunt, I guess you would say."
I glanced around for my shirt, and Ashley tossed it to me from where it had landed in one of the barstools. I felt my face flush, and he turned his back to me as I hastily shrugged Andys jacket off and pulled my shirt back on.
I stepped over to where Andy stood, and looked over his arm to read. Richard Reinhardt was the author, and not a name I was familiar with.
He wrote about our upcoming tour together, which had been announced a couple days ago, and how our bands "relationship" was now official. He talked more about Vale and CCs involvement together in the beginning, but nothing awful or particularly invasive like Kova had.

"In my opinion, personally, I believe that Kabinov and Biersacks involvement together is a positive one, as from photographs seen, they seem quite happy together despite the prying articles wrote about them and the inadequately sourced rumors."

"This guy has quite the vocab for a rock mag writer," I commented. I liked the article so far.
"It gets better." Ashley downed his drink. "Don't let him fool you." I glanced at him, then continued reading.

"However, due to Kabinovs violent past and Biersacks recent car wreck, the pair seem magnets for trouble."

I pursed my lips. My violent past? He made me feel like I was Bonnie dragging Clyde into trouble.
Other then that, The article wasn't that big of a deal, in my opinion. He just made a few comments but ultimately kept his article professional and very informative, giving a few dates of our upcoming tour.
"Did I miss something?" I asked, taking the magazine from Andy. "Why's it a big deal?"
"We've interviewed for him before when he worked for Corkscrew," Andy was frowning. "He starts off like this but he's almost as bad as Ilana Kova."
"Maybe at least HE won't send his daughter in as a spy." I snorted thoughtlessly.
Andy winced.
"She did?" Ashley looked at us curiously. "When did that happen?"
I glanced at Andy, then tossed the mag on the bar. "Its not important, and I seriously don't think that was a big enough deal to come busting in like that."
"You only say that because you didn't want me to know you wear pink after all," he rolled his eyes. "Though it does look good on you."
I reddened.
Andy glowered. "Nice seeing you, Ash, but time to go."
Ashley grinned, and slid off his stool. "Right. Pretend I never saw you in your bra, Leah. Watch out for that dude, though. I know he called you hot, but that's only to get on your good side," he called over his shoulder as Andy dragged him to the door. "He has a thing for singers!"
Andy managed to get him to the door, but Ashley hovered there, looking even more curious.
"I just have to ask," he said after a moment, "why are you watching Pocahontas? "

Notes

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