All Monsters are Human

Another week flew by and Andy and I didn't discuss what had happened seven days ago. I had heard nothing about Samuel and was thankful for that. The few times I had heard Andy speaking on the phone, he was very terse.

During the days when I was left on my own I was scared Samuel may appear again. Any little noise left my terrified and having panic attacks. I envisioned him walking through the front door, knife in hand, ready to kill me.

It never happened and I noticed a change in Andy as the weekend drew closer. His parents would be visiting this Saturday. Was Andy getting cold feet about me meeting his family? My longing to go home was dwindling by the day.

Yes, I missed my parents, but I was torn between them and Andy. My emotions were all over the place and it left me feeling confused and a sense of self-loathing. A voice in my head kept screaming that I was an awful person.

I woke up Saturday morning to someone running a hand through my hair. I slowly opened my eyes and smiled when I saw Andy lying next to me. He looked happy and relaxed. I liked seeing him like this. When he was relaxed he was an amazing person.

"Morning, kitten," He smiled, lazily, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Hey, did you sleep well?" I asked, smiling back.

He frowned and seemed to be thinking for a moment. His hand continued to comb through my hair.

"All right, I suppose," He paused. "Despite the insomnia."

His insomnia seemed to vary in severity, depending on how stressed he was and recently he seemed relaxed, but the insomnia told a different story.

"Are you nervous about your parents visiting?" I mumbled.

"Yeah, just a little." He replied.

"When do they arrive?" I had only heard half the phone conversations with them and hadn't wanted to pry.

"This afternoon," He didn't sound as worried now. "They can be a bit full on so don't take anything personally."

I had to smile at that. It made me think of all the times my parents had been over the top and at the time I found it annoying like any teenager would, but now I missed the overblown conversations. Mum's tendancy to freak out over minute details and Dad's jokes were things I hoped to see again.

Andy seemed to sense my mood change and his hand left my hair. Before I had time to dwell on the sad thoughts, his lips claimed mine in a searing kiss. His lips, I had decided, were like sin. He could kiss me or touch me and nothing else seemed to matter.

His tongue lightly ghosted across my lower lip and I obediently parted my lips for him, allowing him to dominate my mouth. His tongue fought with mine and caressed my mouth gently. I felt the bed shift as his body moved.

He successfully pinned me to the bed, continuing to kiss me. My head spun and I pressed myself closer to him, desperate for contact. He hadn't really touched me this last week. He had been hesitant after what happened with Samuel, but he seemed to be over it now.

Andy pulled back and I thought he might pull away like he did so many times before. Instead, he trailed his lips down my jaw towards my neck, gently biting the skin and sucking it. I angled my head so he could reach. His lips continued down and he bit down on the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

A ragged gasp left my lips and my eyes locked with his. My own eyes were dazed, whilst his were darker, more primal. He pulled back briefly, pressing a gentle kiss to my sore neck.

What seperated us was my Moomin pyjamas and his boxers. I could feel his legs against mine though and an electric feeling ignited in my stomach at the closeness. I moaned when he pressed his erection against my core. Even through clothes I could feel him.

His hand travelled up my side and under my top. This time I let him and whimpered when his hand came into contact with my breasts. He skimmed his fingers across them teasingly and my back arched.

"A-andy, please." I arched again, directing him.

I saw him smirk and his thumb circled a nipple, teasing it into a bud. He stopped and I felt confused until he gripped the hem of my top. A thrill of nerves replaced the pleasure.

"I want to see you." He lifted the top enough to reveal my hips. He was waiting on my consent.

I took a shaky breath and nodded, arching my back as he removed the top. The top was discarded on the floor. I had always been a little nervous about taking off my clothes. I was petite and my bust was just average.

Andy leaned down, pressing our bodies together and kissing me again. I could feel his chest against my own and the warmth coming from him. It was heavenly.

Those lips went to my neck again and one of his hands explored my body. He took his time, tracing my collarbone and gliding his fingers between my breasts and over my belly button. His hand trailed back up and I shivered when his thumb caressed one of my nipples.

He was being deliberately slow and this time I didn't really complain as underneath the pleasure there were nerves. I was so afraid. Brett and I had made out a lot and touched through our clothes, but the minute his hands ventured underneath my clothes I would seize up and stop him.

I sensed that this annoyed Brett and when he cheated on me, a fleeting part of my mind kept telling me that I was to blame. If I had slept with him then he would have stayed and we would still be together. It would be me instead of Lorna.

It took me a few days to work out that I was better off without someone that tried to pressure me into things. It felt so different with Andy though. I felt like I wanted to do these things with him, like I cared about him a lot more.

My thoughts were disturbed by Andy's lips pressing kisses down my collarbone. My breathing hitched when he captured a nipple in his mouth and dragged his tongue over it. He sucked roughly and I whimpered when his teeth grazed the hardened bud.

My hips had a mind of their own and rolled upwards, pressing our bodies together. He growled against my skin and rocked his hips too, meeting me, but continuing to tease my breasts.

A moan escaped my lips and was swallowed when Andy kissed me again. He bit down on my lower lip and soothed it with his tongue. He pulled back and I thought he might stop, but he continued to press his hips into mine. I had slowed down a little, suddenly nervous of him watching me.

"Fuck," He groaned when I arched my back again.

He did eventually stop and I suddenly felt very exposed. He was still watching me. I shifted nervously, very aware of his erection pressed against me.

"We should probably stop." He grinned. His voice was slightly deeper and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You look a little nervous, plus if we carry on I don't think I'll be able to stop."

Those words along with the look in his eyes made me squirm. I shifted again and accidently rubbed against him. He was watching me intently, probably trying to decide whether I had done that purposefully.

He seemed to decide that I had because his fingers ghosted over one of my nipples and he pressed against me again, almost lazily.

Another moan left my lips and he continued to tease me mercilessly.

"Fuck, you are such a bad girl," He smirked, biting down on my neck. "You love it when I tease you, don't you?"

I parted my lips to answer, but nothing came out, apart from more moans. He leaned down, tracing his tongue around the same nipple.

"A-andy, oh god." My body was rioting against me.

He pulled back, but continued to move his hips against mine and one of his hands teased my breasts.

"That's right, baby. Moan my name." He leaned down, biting my neck gently.

Something was building inside my stomach, but before I could reach it, he stopped. I was left panting and breathing heavily.

"We really should stop. I don't want you feeling pressured," He pulled back completely, giving me that breath-taking smile.

He lay next to me and I curled myself up against his warm body. His fingers ghosted over my hip and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. If he hadn't abducted me then we could have been a normal, happy couple.

"Andy?" I whispered. He shifted to look at me. "Do you think you could ever go back?"
He didn't seem to understand at first, but his eyes suddenly shone in realisation and he sighed.

"I never used to think I could, but I'm beginning to question that." His fingers tickled my side and I giggled. I heard him chuckle.

We must have stayed cuddled up together for ages. It got to twelve and Andy shifted to sit up. I looked at him and he stretched, groaning as he did.

"We should get up. They'll be here soon. Mum's never too tired for interogating people." He smiled.

We got dressed and had a very late breakfast and spent the rest of the afternoon watching films. It got to three and the sound of a car engine being cut outside made me jump.

Andy seemed to sense what was happening and he got up, rushing to the phone, just in time. He answered on the first ring and I heard him opening the door for them. This was the moment of truth. Time to pretend we were a normal couple.

I had carried on pretending for a while now and was slowly starting to believe it. Andy answered the door and I could hear voices in the hall. Nerves were eating me up and I found myself twiddling my thumbs.

When I looked round, a man and woman had walked in. The man was exactly as he looked in the photo. His hair was greying and he had small white hairs in his beard. He was tall, but portly. The woman was smaller and had long, blonde hair.

Andy walked in and offered his hand to me. I accepted and he guided me closer. His parents looked nice enough.

"Mom, Dad, this is Flick." He sounded happy and hopeful.

His mum was the first to make a move. She reached forward and hugged me, squeezing the life out of me. She pulled back and gave me a warm smile.

"Hello, I'm Amy," She reminded me of my own mum. I smiled shyly.

Andy's Dad was clearly a man of few words like his son. He reached forward, offering me his hand to shake. I accepted and he smiled, introducing himself, "Chris Biersack."

I nodded nervously. Despite having been on a long flight, Andy's mum seemed eager to get to know me.

"Aren't you going to offer us drinks." Chris chuckled.

Andy rolled his eyes and walked over to the kitchen. This gave Amy the chance to question me. I didn't mind, really.

"So, Flick?" She questioned. "Is that short for anything?"

"It's Felicity, Mrs Biersack." I wanted to be polite and was surpirsed when she laughed.

"Please call me Amy." She sighed, and then carried on her questions. "How long have you and Andy been together?"

I faltered and thought for a bit. Too little time might make her think we were taking things too quickly, but too much time might make his parents feel like Andy was keeping secrets from them, which he was.

"Amy? Don't be so nosy." Chris cut in. He levelled a piercing look at me. "Are you after my son's money?"

"Chris!" Amy snapped. He held his hands up in self-defence.

"What? I have to check these things." He sighed. "My apologies, you see I run a successful recording company that I am CEO of and Andy will be inheriting that. I want to make sure my son is in a relationship for all the right reasons."

The conversation was interrupted by Andy placing three cups of tea on the table. He shot his Dad an annoyed glare.

"She's not after my money, Dad," Andy retorted. "Besides it's not my money. It's yours."

Chris looked surprised, "We've been over this, Andrew. When your mother and I die, the company will be passed onto you."

"Mom, Flick and I have been together for ten months." Andy ignored his Dad, focusing the sharp blue gaze on his mother. She didn't seem afraid of his tone.

"That's quite a while. Did you not think to tell us?" Chris spoke again before Amy could interject.

"No, because I knew you'd behave like this." Andy sat down, grabbing my hand.

I could feel my palms sweating and I really just wanted to run away. This was much more nerve-wracking than I hoped it would be. I guess you can't judge someone by how they look in a photo.

"You could have married Juliet." Chris shot back, seemingly unafraid of Andy's temper.

"We cared about each other, but we weren't in love. She'll always be a friend to me. Besides, I love Flick." Andy replied, cooly.

I was sipping my tea when he said that and nearly choked on it. Amy looked startled by the sound of my coughing. She also looked sympathetic.

"How sweet," She gushed. "Since it's been so long,will there be a hint of engagement soon?"

My eyes widened and Andy aimed his glare at his Mum now. She didn't seem to realise that he was that annoyed though.

"Mom!" He sounded angry. "We're just enjoying being together."

She grinned, looking unapologetic. She smiled at me and winked. She clearly knew how to get under her son's skin and be embarassing to a whole new level. It was a level not even my own Mum could compete with.

"I know, but it's just so obvious how you feel about her," Amy smiled, nudging an unimpressed Chris. "And she obviously loves you."

Amy shot a scathing look at Chris and he relented, heaving a sigh as though expelling all the negative emotions. Andy's gaze locked on me, clearly checking to see if what his Mum said were true. I smiled shyly then looked away. His hand squeezed mine gently and I looked up to see him smiling at me.

Oh god, did I love him? Was I seriously falling in love with him? This couldn't happen. He had abducted me. God only knows what would happen if he got bored of me.

The rest of the evening went a little more smoothly and after a couple of hours, Amy and Chris went to stay at the hotel they had booked. Amy gave me another hug and Chris shook my hand again. Andy walked them to the door. I hid round the corner and listened as they said goodbye.

Amy gave Andy a hug. Chris paused before leaving. At first I could hear no sounds until he spoke again in hushed tones.

"I can see you love this girl so please look after her," Chris said, sounding gentler, more loving. "We'll see you tomorrow night for dinner."

With that he left. The door shut and Andy reappeared. He nearly walked into me and he smirked when he saw me hiding round the corner.

"Eavesdropping, were we?" He chuckled.

"No, I wasn't," I protested, but he rolled his eyes.

"My parents are coming back tomorrow night for dinner," He pulled me into a hug. "So prepare for the second round of twenty questions."

We stayed like that for a few minutes before he sighed and let go. I followed him down the hall and let my mind go back to my feelings for him. It was like an endless cycle that kept repeating itself over and over again.

Notes

I'm back again with another chapter. It's all going well so far. For the reviewer that asked about Samuel, lets just say that won't be the last you see of him. He'll be back soon and it won't be good.