The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
Maybe I should turn the shutter sound off?
*Andy's POV*
Well, Gwyn was out cold. I curled up against her plump backside, snuggling in, and nuzzled her neck. I couldn't believe that I had actually found her, that she had still wanted me after I had sent her away. I had to have more time with her...
I inhaled her scent. I couldn't pin it down, it wasn't exactly girly, like, in the typical, heavily floral way, but it definitely wasn't masculine. It was rich and velvety. I pressed a kiss into the back of her neck and rubbed my lips against her soft skin. It was fucking made for kissing, made for touching. I nipped it just a little.
I got up to use the restroom as quietly as I could. It didn’t take me long to find it, and while I was taking a piss I got an idea. After washing my hands I went to my pants and got my phone. Then I snuggled in next to Gwyn, carefully avoiding the wet spot, and took several pictures of me alternately grinning and putting on my best Zoolander 'blue steel' mooshed against her peacefully sleeping visage. Afterwards, I looked through the photos I had taken, our hair tangled together on the pillow, her eyes closed. I looked like the cat that ate the canary. I took just a few more of me taking huge, sloppy licks along her neck.
"Biersack, were you planning on posting that online?" She didn't sound like she had been asleep. She didn't sound too happy either. Hmm... Maybe I should have turned the shutter sound of my camera off? She turned over to face me and she looked both resigned and irritated.
I decided to rise to the challenge, "Frankly, Gwyn, yes, I was. I get that you don't like the way you look, but I know that I love looking at you, I think you are gorgeous, and I want to show you off. I like taking pictures of myself, I like to capture moments in time, and I like to share them. I wanted to chronicle this moment especially, because you make me really happy."
She softened as I spoke, then leaned towards me, and kissed my collarbone. "I have a job, Andy. And looking freshly fucked by a rock musician on the Internet is not conducive to keeping it. What exactly were you planning on posting?" She rested her hand on my chest and sighed before meeting my gaze again.
"Pick one," I said. Gwyn took my phone, apprehensive. She chuckled at the ones of me licking her, but immediately vetoed them, though she asked me to send them to her. Ultimately, she picked a goofy one of me smiling, cuddling into her neck, where she looked serene. It was just of our faces, it wasn’t totally apparent that we were ass-naked.
I prepared a quick tweet, 'Thanks to the BVB Army, I found her!' I thought about adding more, but huffed a little and left it at that. I tagged Harriet, Shauna, and Dave. I showed Gwyn, lifting my eyebrows in enquiry. She looked conflicted. I couldn't help it and a smile broke through. "Please, babe?"
Notes
sorry for lack of regular updating. i am on a super-busy rotation (humane society- a lot of surgery, medicine, patient management, etc.), the last before i graduate, and it's been insane. i've been getting a lot of surgical experience, which is cool, but my back is killing me, as my posture isn't good, and the tables are too low for me. we've also been getting a lot of headaches from getting dehydrated, since we don't get a lot of breaks, and you can't touch things when you're sterile (like a water bottle).
QOTD: Gary Oldman or Christopher Walken?
my answer: baby, i go both ways.
4/15/17