Katie’s POV:

“Okay, so that ticks off the lovey dovey cards, the heart shaped chocolate boxes, and the red roses. Very original I might add,” I say with a roll of my eyes.

“I believe that was the idea of this whole thing, and it was your idea, I might add,” Andy points out, tapping my nose making me scrunch it up.

“I figured being cliché was better than being all unoriginal, but it turns out cliché is boring. Also, let’s not play the blame game, didn’t you learn anything in Kindergarten?”

“Nope, failed it, had to repeat it until it was creepy,” he says with his signature smirk.

“Andy!” I shove his arm, laughing at his idiocy.

“You love it,” he jokes back.

“That I do, for some reason,” I mumble to myself.

He quirks up an eyebrow, “what was that?”

“Nothing!” I hastily cover up.

He stalks towards me, making me walk backwards until I’m trapped between him and the door. Andy puts his hands on either side of my head and looks down at me, licking his lips hungrily.

I squirm under his intense gaze, fidgeting with the doorknob as he begins to trail kisses across my collarbone and up my neck, gently sucking on my pulse point. I repress the urge to moan, and flick my wrist, turning the knob and with a sharp pull, I manage to wrench the door open a crack. He leans back, not expecting that, and I rush out the door, sprinting down the hall with shim hot on my heels. I stop at the elevator, rapidly pressing the up button, urging it to come faster.

Just as the ding arrives, I turn to my boyfriend smirking as I press a floor button.

“We never played the clichéd game of cat and mouse. Catch me if you can, Andy,” I wink as the doors close.

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I hesitantly wander the halls, keeping an eye out for my boyfriend. I last saw him about an hour ago, and since then ran to the stairs, ultimately ditching him at the third floor common room. With only eight levels in my specific dorm, I know he’ll eventually catch me. But the adrenaline of the game is too much to give up without a fight, so I keep going. I glance around nervously, anxiously awaiting for the moment that he jumps out and catches me.

But it doesn’t come.

Not right away at least like I anticipated.

I slow down and roll my shoulders before heading to the elevators. After today’s workout, I think I deserve to be lazy for a little while.

I sigh when I enter the metals doors, and the second they close, arms wrap around me, and one going around my mouth. I scream, or attempt to with my captors’ hand over my mouth.

Andy.

I whirl around as he slackens his grip, but still keeping me in the circle of his arms, smirking. I hit his shoulder and chest and pout, “not fair,” I complain.

He chuckles, kissing my lips briefly, immediately leaving me wanting more. “Nothing’s fair in love and war,” he says in a husky voice, telling me that he wants me just as bad as I want him.

I pull him to me, connecting our lips in a searing kiss. Andy’s tongue slips expertly into my mouth, and our tongues fight for dominance. Of course he wins, but I don’t care, I have other things on my mind, like how badly I want him.

Andy pulls away for a brief second to hit the emergency stop button on the panel, and unzips his jeans, gazing at me with lust filled eyes. My breathing increases as he saunters over to me, placing his hands onto my hips, and he kisses me again, our lips pulling roughly at one another.

“Jump,” he says between kisses.

I do, wrapping my legs around his waist as he presses me against the elevator wall, as he fumbles with the buttons on my shorts. He practically rips the garment from my body, along with my panties and rubs my wet slit, making me gasp for air. He grins devilishly into the kiss and yanks down his boxers, attacking my neck with his lips.

“This is going to be faster than normal baby,” he says, telling not asking.

But I nod anyway, pressing my lips to his soft spot right below his right ear earning an unexpected moan from him. I grin and begin to gently bite the skin, leaving a bright mark.
Andy growls as he presses against my pulsating core, when a thought crosses my mind. “Protection?” I gasp out.

He sighs, breaking the kiss, telling me ‘no’.

“Risk it?” I suggest, practically begging. I need him.

He hesitates, but I trail my lips across his neck once more, ad he compiles, pushing into me. He fills me entirely before pulling out, and I moan, kissing his lips. Andy repeats the action several times, thrusting back into my wet core, causing for moans and gasps to spill from my swollen lips. He groans with each thrust as I grasp onto his shoulder to remain steady.

“Andy,” I pant, “I’m going to-“ I don’t finish my sentence as another series of moans envelope my lips.

“Me too baby, I love you so fucking much Katie,” he grunts, increasing his pace.

I smile through the pleasure, kissing him sweetly as we come together.

“I love you to Andy,” I whisper as we both catch our breaths.

After a few moments, we straighten ourselves out, and Andy presses the button again, the elevator coming to life. Our hands stay interlocked as we walk back to my dorm, when a thought pops into my head.

“Elevator sex,” I say with a laugh.

“What? He asks laughing a little.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a cliché. We’ve really done every Valentine’s cliché there is, haven’t we?”

He presses his lips to my ear, “I’m sure we could do that other days as well.”

I laugh as he swings me into his arms and carries me into my dorm room.

Notes

I simply had to write this one! Sorry for the smut :/

Happy Lovey Dovey Day!!