*Eliza's POV*

Andy’s tight grasp on my waist as we danced, his relaxed, gentle smile, they were like some kind of fantasy come true. I had never realistically thought I would find someone that wanted to be with me for more than a few hours. But Andy was so different, extraordinary. Like the best pumpkin ever, growing among a bunch of tiny, shitty gourds. The image made me giggle to myself.

He raised a painted eyebrow at me. “What? You’re doing just fine; we can work on fancier stuff some other-“

I shook my head and just looked up at him. His vivid eyes were made even more dramatic by the black bursts of cosmetics. “-I just really love you, Andy Biersack.”

He grinned and bent to kiss me softly, and I stopped moving to focus on the touch of his lips. He was so-

He jerked his head back. “-Really? Right now? Eliza!”

I cocked my head at him. “What? I scrubbed my teeth-“

Andy snickered softly and then bent down to whisper in my ear before kissing it. “-You taste of blackberries. The flavor is quite pronounced, might I add. You must really like dancing!”

He straightened and held me at a bit more of a distance. “So I suggest no more frou-frou business for a while; I’m still afflicted, you know. It’s getting a bit better but-“

I squeezed Andy’s small, firm ass, and I felt him tense, startled. “-Or we could just go home…”

Andy nodded as though I’d just made a very reasonable suggestion and then spoke a little louder. “Of course we can call it a Night early, if you’re feeling tired and need a break from the crowd. Shall we?”

I nodded, grinning widely at his feigned look of chaste innocence, and then followed after him through the crowd. Those pants had definitely been the better choice! Look at that tiny, little ass work!

We passed Doyle dancing with Alissa, and he was too caught up to even notice our waves goodbye. How sweet! He sure was dancing remarkably smoothly, considering he had only one full leg to do it on!

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We held hands all the way home. I was surprised that Andy didn’t goad me to walk faster. He even started disarming once we came through the door, instead of leaping on me like a sex-crazed fiend. I unsheathed my swords smoothly, much easier after so much practice. Perhaps his hormonal spike was getting less dire?

I decided to tease him a bit. “You feeling well? You haven’t mounted me yet.”

Andy turned to smile at me from where he was feeding and watering the cats. “You have no idea how difficult it is, but I refuse to be enslaved by my body, not tonight. I want tonight to be special.”

He rose and put his arms around me. “I finally got to dance with you.”

I snickered. “If you can call that dancing.”

Andy smiled broadly. “I can, and I will. Besides, we can practice.”

He bent down a bit to kiss me tenderly, one of his antlers just barely brushing against one of my horns. Subconsciously, I spread my wings a bit, which apparently irritated one of the cats, as I felt a firm, clawless swat. “Oops! Shit.”

We both laughed at Femme’s offended expression of entitlement. Andy’s eyes seemed so brilliantly clear, like a transparent window to his heart. No wonder he had so much trouble hiding what he was feeling, with a set of peepers like that.

I made up my mind. I was totally going to seduce him, right then and there. Shouldn’t be too hard.

I tugged on Andy’s hand and led him into the back room, noticing he shut the cats out. Clever man.

Not in the mood for subtlety, I reached up and stroked at one of Andy’s antlers. He blinked, exhaling hard, then gently stopped me, careful not to grab my wrist. “We’re covered with paint, shouldn’t we bathe first?”

I shrugged, smiling. “Will it wash out of the sheets?”

Instantly Andy’s face turned red, and he just nodded, grinning. I reached to run a finger along his antler from where he held my hand. “Good.”

Gods!!! I was bloody airborne indoors! “Ahhh!!!”

Andy just laughed as he chucked me on to the bed with a whoosh of airstream still buffeting around the room. He gave me a minute to get my whereabouts, then crawled in next to me. I rolled my eyes at him. “Boots dirty sheets,” I pointed at our guilty feet.

His pearly-toothed smile was wide and happy. “I don’t care. We’re cleaning them later anyway.”

**this is another public service announcement. smut is about to ensue. please skip the rest of the chapter (mom), or skim it at your own risk, but i don’t want to hear about how i’m a pervert later! i’ll try and remember to put a summary at the end of the chapter. so glad you like the story so far, mom. *hugs* **

Then we were kissing, and it was wonderful! Andy was a lot gentler, less like a starving man, than he’d been in almost a fortnight. His lips were strong but soft, and the feeling of his tongue brushing against mine made a hot yearning begin to form in my midsection.

I gasped as he broke away to kiss down my neck, then carefully moved to my breasts. He surprised me by just pulling my shirt down and spilling them right out of my top and brassiere. He groaned happily as he groped and sucked on my chest, and I certainly didn’t mind the attention either! But then I had an idea…

Careful not to get gored, I gently took hold of his antler to steady it, then slowly licked up the outer, err, tine-thing. Andy stopped what he was doing and groaned lowly, an incredibly erotic sound. “Gods, Eliza…” I did it again in a different spot.

He quickly shifted away from me, whipping his vest and trousers off like nudity was the only thing that could save him. Whoa! He had liked that!

He didn’t miss a beat, reaching for my vest. I batted his hands away. “I can fucking well undress myself, silly.” I felt a little shy, truth be told.

He groaned again, this time in protest. “Let me! Let me!”

His stubborn request was admittedly adorable, so I sat back and let him fuss with my top, taking the moment to admire my view. Andy was springy, scarred, lanky, tall, and perfect. His dark hair framed one side of his face, his expression one of concentration. “Oh fuck, these buttons…” he mumbled to himself as he made slow progress on my top.

Eventually, I ended up totally nude. I reached for the sheet to cover myself, but Andy stayed my hand. “No, let me see you. You’re beautiful.” He moved his hand to run along my side, and I couldn’t help but be convinced of his enjoyment, though I still felt self-conscious. He shook his head. “Don’t think about that. I’m here; I think you’re beautiful. Just kiss me.”

This kiss was more heated, and the passion started to make me acutely hungry for more. He was so good at, well, everything…

Andy broke away briefly, grinning, his eyes dilated. “Sweet, fruity…” I felt him nudging my thighs apart, and I acquiesced, carried by the moment, our connection.

The instant I felt him touching me there, I moaned into Andy’s mouth, I had wanted it so badly. He seemed to know exactly where to touch, he didn’t seem to care how different I was. Gods, I could swear he even liked it!

I had difficulty concentrating, but I forced myself to focus enough to reach for Andy’s shaft. It was so damned hard, so warm in my hand! I stroked it as well as I could manage, given how distracted I was, but he certainly seemed to relish it.

Too early, I felt myself start to accelerate, that feeling of quickening towards something greater. “Whoa, I’m getting…” Andy ignored me and kept on, and soon my touch on his cock grew totally uncoordinated as my body started to take over from my mind.

I felt so inflamed, so wanting, and Andy was touching me the way I craved, staring at me with his lips just parted… “Gods!” Soon, if he didn’t stop, I’d, I’d-

“Nguhhhhn!” White lightning exploded through my vision as the energy shook my body in thick bolts. It was over fairly quickly, but left me with a feeling of openness, of vulnerability to Andy; I was drunk on the luxurious sensation.

He kissed me briefly, but I didn’t miss his massive pupils before he closed his eyes. “Do you need to stop? I can, or we can take a break. What do you need?”

I grinned. “Lay down.” As sweet as his offer was, there was no chance I was letting him out of bed yet.

He grinned widely, looking pleased as punch, as he followed my instruction. Feeling awkward, I clambered over him. Hopefully I’d do alright, I was so much bigger than he was-

“Hey.” He caught my chin gently. “Look at me. Don’t think about any of that; don’t think those things ever again. I love you. I swear it, by everything, everywhere.”

I smiled. He had to mean it; he never made a vow lightly. “I love you too.” I bent to kiss him, the moment tender and intimate.

When I pulled away, Andy’s irises were almost completely gone. Poor guy had to be going out of his mind! “Hold on…” I moved forward a little, then raised myself up a ways. I felt Andy reaching, positioning himself in alignment.

When I shifted back onto him, it felt exactly as I wanted it to. He was the perfect shape; he filled me like no other ever had. Gods!

I started a slow rhythm, letting Andy’s enthralled stare banish my negative thoughts. His hands on my breasts were appreciative, his warm panting evidence of his pleasure.

The way Andy fit me, the way he touched me when he was inside of me, was amazing. The world could end, and it would wait until we were finished to snuff out, it was too complete to interrupt. He rubbed and pushed me as I was made to be, better than I could ever have imagined on my own.

Soon I found myself starting to coil together. Desperate to last longer, I bent to kiss him, but it only slowed the hot, roiling sensation’s momentum, I couldn’t stop it. He felt too fantastic.

I had to break away to breathe as the indulgence became too intense and I had to call out. “Andy! Uhn!”

I saw my war paint had become mixed with his, that it had rubbed off onto the sheets. His cobalt eyes still burned with desire under his furrowed brow and he clasped me about the hips, starting to pant roughly.

The feeling was too much to resist, and I finally embraced it. As I let myself go, moving more quickly, Andy became all that existed for me. The way he felt, the way he felt about me.

With the fleeting sensation of falling, I was suddenly swept upwards and into infinity. I shouted as my body unfolded, disclosed the universe to me through Andy’s touch.

My vision and hearing both gone, I still felt the massive release continue to grow, becoming deeper, gaining strength, as I kept moving. Fulfilled beyond measure, I felt the place where we joined grow obscenely wet before I finally slowed.

Exhausted, I slumped forwards onto Andy’s chest. Moments later, I realized that I’d just stopped! Still disoriented, I didn’t dare move my head, lest I take out an eye. So I murmured into Andy’s chest, “You? We need to switch-“

His reply surprised me, but was satisfying. “-Already!?! Can I have five minutes? I came too, you know.”

We both chuckled, satisfied. “Oh…”

I felt Andy tilting his head towards mine. “’Oh,’ indeed!”

We both snickered.

Notes

summary for my mum:

Eliza and Andy have gone to bed, and seem quite happy. the wind rustles the curtains lightly as the camera pans away tastefully.

heh.