Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

note: this is the last chapter for a while of potentially upsetting/triggering material to past victims of abuse. (i don't count dramatic plot twists, ;) .) please note i have tried to be sensitive, but i do advise discretion, continue to read on only if you feel you are able to do so and it will not harm your mental or emotional health in any way.
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*Eliza’s POV*

Moments of that night replayed again and again. I had never been bested before, not really. I had used sex as bait. It had worked, but I hadn’t anticipated what I was dealing with. So that sick fuck… My mind kept looping, but a piece didn’t fit right, I couldn’t attack him, because he wasn’t struggling, something wouldn't let me. I was stuck.

Then, I caught something that I couldn’t ignore. “It’s Andy, Eliza.” That wasn’t right. Andy? Andy!

I blinked. I saw Andrew was crying silently next to me on the bed, and both of his hands were turning purple. I let them go instantly, horrified. “Andrew, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” I held my hands over my face, sickened by myself.

I felt Andrew kissing the backs of my hands. I peeked through, only to have him place a kiss on my nose, seeing him smiling with relief. “No Eliza, I’m sorry. I knew you had been treated poorly, and I was far too rough. I should have been more sensitive, please forgive me?”

I nodded. “Always. There is nothing to forgive anyway, you silly goose! I had just told you to fuck me, are you fucking kidding me?”

Andrew toyed with my fingers, and it pained me to see the deep purple bruises forming on his wrists. “Eliza, I ask that you think of me not only as your warden. Regardless of whether you wish to be my partner or not, please think of me as your guardian. Uh, you know, meaning, romantic partner, not gay partner.” We both chuckled a minute before Andrew went on. “I will never let anyone touch you, hurt you that way again, not as long as I draw breath. I will kill anyone that presumes to try and take liberties with you without your consent. I know you’re a Watchman, and so we may be separated in a fight, and I know I’m your Commanding Officer. But…” Andrew paused for a moment, considering.

“You are my everything now. So quickly, I’m terrified. Please call me Andy, Eliza.” I felt some part of me crack and break on the inside.

“Andy…” I touched Andr-Andy’s face, he held my gaze, putting his hand over mine. I looked at the small scars he had all over his face, the few bigger ones. I wondered how many times he had nearly died. If I opened my heart, how soon he would be taken from me?

I leaned forward, capturing Andy’s mouth in a gentle kiss. I ran my fingers into his wild hair and pressed myself against him, deepening the kiss. “Andy...” I liked the way it sounded, I liked what it signified. I wanted to be his woman. “Andy!” He sighed, burying his face in the crook of my neck and kissing it lightly. I could feel him stiffening again against my thigh. I took him in my hand and began working him, loving the response as he instantly grew harder in my palm.

Notes

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