*Eliza’s POV*

I looked at Andy, who clearly approved of my plan, and was grinning ear to ear. He was so adorable, and he did have such a nice ass! Not to mention his-

“Eliza? Are you alright? Did you change you mind, that’s totally-“ I laughed, pushing Andy to his back on the bed.

“-No, you fool! I was contemplating what a fine cock you have! How very much I shall enjoy riding it!” Andy’s grin widened and his eyes sparkled as he beckoned to me. I eyed his fine specimen and ran through possible little pet-names for it in my head...

“Well, don’t hold me in suspense! Just tell me what you need me to do! Fuck, I imagine I’d do just about anything, Eliza!” Andy made a silly face to try and make sure I was at ease, but as I moved to straddle his waist, his expression grew serious. “Anything, Eliza.” His eyes were such infinite pools, searching, for what?

I felt dangerously close to spilling my guts, telling Andy that I had developed feelings far too strong, considering how short a time we had known each other. He wouldn’t be able to understand, I was sure of it. Our backgrounds were so different, Andy wouldn’t know what it was like, to not have been treated with such care before. Maybe in time, but if I told him now, everything would fall apart.

I tried to lighten the mood, and kissed his cheek. “Well, I could use some tips, I haven’t had sex this way before, though I’ve talked to friends about it.” Andy just looked at my face intently, rubbing my hip softly. Was something wrong?

“Eliza, I’m a man of my word. It occurs to me that, after we do this, we might fall asleep, right?” I nodded, trying not to let on that I was starting to worry. “Christian is a bastard and made me swear a very serious vow to reveal my romantic feelings to you before we go to sleep. I haven’t entirely, not really.” I blinked, now more confused than worried.

Andy looked apprehensive. “Even if I hadn’t sworn a vow, you deserve to know, but I ask that you please not be upset with me. I’ve had my moment of introspection, and I promise you, my feelings are genuine, they’re not projected. I don’t expect you to feel the same.”

I wasn’t following. “Andy, what are you talking about?”

Andy looked a little scared, biting both his lips together for a moment. “Eliza, I love you.”

My reaction was probably not what Andy had expected. “What? Are you fucking serious? No fucking way! No way! Holy shit-sauce! No fucking way!” I couldn’t believe it! I drummed a little rhythm on Andy’s chest, confusing him more. This was cause for celebration! I gripped the base of Andy’s cock, still just firm enough, and sat down on it. MMnnn… yess...

“Wh- uhh!?!” Andy’s eyebrows shot up and his protests abruptly ceased as I leaned forward, pressing against him, then moved my hips back for a much deeper thrust.

I had to stop moving in order to concentrate, it felt too good. “Andy, mmhn, you silly potato!” I paused, overjoyed. “I love you too! I was so afraid you’d figure it out and think I was fucking insane!” Andy’s mouth opened in delighted shock, eyes twinkling, and he pulled me gently to him for a tender kiss.

We held each other for a moment, kissing softly, and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt such incredible elation. I wanted to touch Andy everywhere, kiss him everywhere, but for now, I was so happy just to feel his lips on mine, so soft and caring. Loving.

I felt Andy’s hands running gently along my hips, then holding firmly as he surged upwards, encouraging me to start a rhythm. I moved against him, trying to find the best angle to bury him fully, sink his full length inside of me. I shifted back a little further, then tried again. “Uhn, there, how is that?”

Andy nodded enthusiastically, his mouth partway open. Gods, I loved the way he looked under me, I loved the way he felt inside of me. I flexed my spine again, and as we both brought our hips together, Andy let out a groan that made me tingle.

I braced myself with an arm, and Andy brought one of my breasts to his mouth, kneading the other. He was such a skilled lover, running his other hand everywhere, guiding me, touching, rubbing.

Even with my slow, inept manner, Andy felt divine, and soon I was panting heavily, having to focus on not going too quickly. The bliss of his touch, of feeling our bodies merge, was nonpareil, and I wanted to draw the moment out.

Accidentally, I let out what I was thinking. “Ugh, Johnny!”

Notes

uh-oh... seriously, can shit not go smoothly?

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in other news:

RIP David Bowie. no words suffice.


i pick this picture because, when i was very wee, i wanted to grow up and marry the goblin king. labyrinth is still my favorite movie. rest in peace, you live on as a legend for more reasons than i could name.