#andrewg

“My train was late, but I managed,” You said, walking towards him. He wrapped you in a hug, both of your arms managing to link around his lanky frame. Still, he was warmer than the rest of the house and a comfort to you after making your way through the evening mist. You took in the smell of his sweater - the detergent that you used clinging onto it nicely. You loved the smell of fresh laundry. “Did you already eat?”

“Not what I wanted to,” He said, his sweet expression turning into a smirk. Even after a year, you still grew surprised at how fast he could turn from the sweet boy-next-door Peter Parker character he played into someone a little darker. Someone very sexual.

“Babe,” You laughed, pushing him away from you, and tried to get yourself readjusted. “I’m starving and I need a shower, don’t corrupt me just yet.”

“Follow me,” Andrew laughed, putting his arm around your waist. His hand sat comfortably on your hip as you walked together to the kitchen, where, gloriously, your favorite pizza was on the counter, box propped open, the steam still rising. You could smell the toppings as soon as you stepped inside. “There, that’s one of your problems fixed. I can help you with the other if you like.”

“You’ve earned it,” You giggled, then ran towards the pizza in your bare feet. You didn’t bother with a plate, just took a slice right out of the box and ate it right then and there. You had a small lunch due to the fact that you had a meeting that went into your lunch hour, so you really were hungry. “How did you know I would need this?”

“I know you,” He said, leaning against the counter. “You always have rough Thursdays.”

“Got that right,” You mumbled into the slice of pizza. You devoured it, then went for a second before you started to feel full enough to be human again. With your index finger, you wiped traces of sauce from the corner of your lips, then licked it off, much to Andrew’s delight. Anything having to do with your tongue, he loved, which you could tell from the bulge in his pants already. The poor guy, you almost felt for him. You knew absolutely that he both loved and lusted for you, though there were times when you couldn’t fully comprehend why. Seeing him standing there, vulnerable, looking at you with dark eyes - you couldn’t tease the boy anymore. “Go start the shower for me, will you love?”

“Yes ma’am,” He said with a goofy salute, then nearly tripped over his own gangly legs as he ran up the stairs. You chuckled to yourself, closed the pizza box then slowly made your way upstairs, stripping as you did. The belt that went around the waist of your dress dropped first, falling like a slinky to the second last stair. Your manouvered behind you to get at the zipper of your dress, which then fell onto a pile on the hardwood hallway. You stepped out of it smoothly, and then stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching Andrew test the water in the stand up shower by putting his hand underneath it. He saw you in the reflection of the glass, just before it was fogged up with steam from the water. He turned to look at you, admiring you, especially as you hooked your fingers through your underwear and trailed them down so they were around your ankles. You stepped out with one foot while you raised the other, your panties like a flag on the end of your foot. Andrew eagerly took them, not with his hands, but with his teeth, then let the material drop.

You stood there, only in your bra, and as you always did, you made sure to turn away from all reflective surfaces when you took it off. You let it fall on the floor, the cups looking pitifully small in your opinion.

Andrew knew about your biggest insecurity, which was the fact that you had small breasts. You weren’t quite flat, but you felt like you were close enough to be. You had to wear padded bras and push up ones to even fill out your dresses right. You’ve even considered surgery to get your B’s up to C’s at least, but you held off because - well - because the thought of healing and not being able to feel Andrew touch them for a couple of weeks was more painful than the surgery itself.

“Come here,” Andrew whispered to you from by the shower. You did so, eagerly, though your mood was slightly diminished, as it always was when your insecurities came into play. He was fully dressed which made it all the more erotic when you leaned your back against him and his hands went over your abdomen. He tickled your belly button slightly, pressing kisses on your neck and collar bone, then made his way up. He rubbed at what little underboob that you did have, then took each breast in his hands. “Absolutely perfect. Look, they fit in my hands just right.”

Your nipples were poking out from between his fingers, getting pinched in the process which made you gasp. Small as they were, they were intensely sensitive, and just your nubs getting this little bit of attention was enough to make you feel sexual energy coursing through your body. You moaned as he nibbled on your earlobe, hitting another one of your sweet spots.

“You sure you wouldn’t like them a little bigger?” You asked, clasping your hand over one of his, holding it there.

“The only thing that I would change about you is your busy work schedule,” Andrew mumbled against your skin. “And that you won’t accept my ring on your finger.”

You frowned at that, despite the fact that his voice against your neck still felt amazing. “Andrew, baby-”

“No pressure,” He said, giving your left breast a light squeeze that made you jump back against him. “Just reminding you of how much I love you.”

You leaped at the chance to change the subject since he had given you an out. “It would be easier for you to prove that you loved me if you no longer had your clothes on.”

You lightly pushed his hands off of you, turned away from him, and went into the warm call of the shower, the water hitting you on the shoulder. It was so deliciously hot, and as you closed the door of the shower to tease Andrew, it trapped the heat in with you. Though it started to steam up, you could faintly see that he was indeed undressing on the other side of the glass. You pressed yourself up against it, what little chest you had going flat against the glass, nipples hardening further at the contact.

“Bloody hell,” He said, accent coming out, as he saw you like that. You even went as far as to press a little kiss to the glass, giggling before you turned around to be underneath the water again. Before you knew it, he was in there, behind you, hands grabbing at your bum. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

“No. Are you going to tell me?” You asked, being cheeky in the way that you knew that he liked. He wasn’t going to tell you apparently - he was going to show you instead. You could feel how hard he was against you, it slipping easily through your crack. When you teased, he teased.

“You’re wonderfully sexy, love,” He said, reaching over you to take the shower head off of it’s post. You wondered what he was going to do with it, but you found out soon enough when he lowered it down your body, then focused the water pressure right onto your clit, causing stimulation that you could feel from head to toe. You gasped, and he put his arm around you to keep you steady. You could almost feel his goofy grin from here. But he remained behind you so that you couldn’t see, but could only feel his study frame behind you. You allowed yourself to lean back, put more of your weight on him as you allowed yourself to feel the pleasure from the water.

The rest of your body barely had time to get wet before you were feeling your first orgasm of the night coming on. Andrew knew you inside and out, and knew what those intakes of breath meant. He knew that you were getting close. Holding you tightly against him, he slid between your cheeks. “Come on baby,” He moaned into your ear, swirling the water around but keeping it mainly centered on your clit. “Cum for me.”

You fell back against his chest, shoulders tense, breathing heavy, and let it overtake you with a moan of his name. He hardly had to touch you in order for him to help you along. You only had to lean back against him and let your orgasm take you over until you were a shuddering mess in his arms. “I hope this doesn’t mean you’re done already,” He said, chuckling as he held you.

“Not a chance,” You said, turning around to press a kiss onto his waiting lips. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, he returned the shower head to it’s original position, using his long arms to his advantage. His cock was as hard as a rod, sticking straight up between the two of you, rubbing against your stomach.

You lowered yourself down, the water running down your chest, to the drain. You kneeled down, looking up at him, which was one of his favorite positions for you to be in. He couldn’t even take the sight of you on your knees, it was too goddamn much for him. He felt like he was going to spurt right then and there, so he leaned his head back against the glass wall, eyes closed, waiting for something to happen. If he couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t explode from sight alone.

You didn’t go for the cock right away, focusing on the balls. You licked the fold between them, taking in the smell of body wash. He must have showered right before you came home for the scent was clinging strongly. God, you loved him so much. That he was willing to jump right back in for you. It warmed your heart, your belly, and well, every other part of you. You licked the underside of his cock before taking the tip of him into your mouth, very very slowly.

As you looked up, you could see his Adams Apple moving up and down in his long neck as he took in deep breaths. Though your mouth was beginning to be full, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “Stop,” He breathed, which surprised you. You paused, the tip of his cock pressed on the inside of your cheek. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

You popped him out of your mouth with an audible sound. He did always have a thing for your mouth. He never lasted that long when you gave him a blowjob. Besides, you felt the need to have him inside of you.

You rose yourself up, meeting him in a kiss, his tongue flicking out to meet yours. You greeted it with a moan as his hand found his way back to your breast, rubbing it, showing off how it really did fit perfectly in his hand. He lifted your leg with his other hand, hoisting it up so that he was in the perfect place to thrust into you, though he did have to bend his knees ever so slightly. Damn his tall and lanky frame. You clutched onto his shoulders as you finally felt him penetrate into you. You gasped into the heat of his skin, the water rolling down your back. This was the best stress relief you could imagine after such a long day at work. His lips were working at yours, then at your jaw, then at your neck. His hand wouldn’t leave your breast while the other one kept you steady, ensuring that you wouldn’t fall. Despite the slipperiness of the floor, you felt safe with him.

Having already orgasmed once, it was easy for him to slip on in, and there was none of the soreness that being dry usually brought. As he thrust in, all of the way for the first time that night, you felt the ache of need - the need to cum again, the need to bring him to that point too. You hopped up while he was still inside you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He did stumble just a little, his back hitting the shower wall, but he supported you still, making sure that you didn’t fall. “Oh god,” He mumbled into your hair.

“Yes, Andrew,” You hissed in response, using your thigh muscles to bind yourself to him, bringing yourself up and then down. He was holding onto you as if his life depended on it. The heat of the room was unbelievable, and you didn’t know what was sweat and what was water.

The second orgasm took over your body, making you shudder then freeze in place as it racked over your body. Your nails dug into Andrew’s skin, breaking it ever so slightly but he didn’t feel it at all. He came as soon as he felt that you were, spurting his seed deep inside of you. It wasn’t the first time that he had released in you, and it was sure not to be the last. Being caught in the heat of the moment and not thinking about protection had become a common theme in your relationship.

You met in another deep kiss, as he slowly helped you to get your feet on the ground. “God, how I love you, Andrew Garfield,” You said, leaning your tired body against his chest, hearing his heartbeat thudding through the skin. He enveloped you in a hug, rocking back and forth slightly.

“And I love you, y/n,” He said, breathing out shakily. “And we both need this shower now, I think.”

“I agree,” You laughed, reaching for the knob and turned the temperature down so it was cool, almost like pool water. It was refreshing, compared to the near-lava temperature that it had been earlier. “I needed that.”

“I know,” He said, smiling cheekily, as always. He picked up your loofa, your favorite color, and squirted your favorite body wash onto it, then lathered it up. “Want me to get your back?”

He was laughing with the wardrobe stylist, joking about something that happened with the director on the first day here. They had pranked him by bringing in a bunch of extras and announcing them as the main cast. The director had sputtered, and not wanting to be rude, had to excuse himself to make ‘script adjustments’. Once he had realized that it was all a prank, he saw the funny side, and all tension and nerves around the team had dissipated. Andrew had been in on it and thought that it was hilarious, especially since he had been dressed as one of the camera-crew. Best acting he had ever done, the director had said to him.

“There’s a call for you, Mr Garfield,” His assistant said, popping up beside him. She was a small, older woman with a very no-nonsense air about her. She hadn’t appreciated the prank, because it meant that she missed out on a few hours of work. “It’s urgent.”

“It is?” Andrew asked, wondering who it could be. You only texted him during work hours, and he’d give you a call at lunch once in a while, otherwise he would wait to tell you about his day once he got home. That way his little girl could listen in and chime in whenever she wanted as well. “Excuse me,” He told the woman who was measuring his shoulders to make an adjustment to the suit. She nodded, and helped him to remove what he had on of the costume, then he changed quickly then finally accepted the phone from his assistant.

“This is Andrew,” He said, just in case it was an urgent professional call. He could hear a commotion coming from the other end of the line. There were men talking, and then a loud siren. Ambulance, not fire truck or police. He knew the difference, having always stayed in hotels in busy cities.

“Daddy?” The six-year-olds voice came through, and Andrew felt his heart sink from his chest down to his knees. He looked at his assistant who looked more solemn than usual. And maybe even a little bit concerned. “Daddy - it’s Mommy.”

“What’s wrong with mommy? Tell me everything - and where are you going?” He took his wallet and keys from his assistant, who had been holding onto them during the fittings.

“Where are we going?” Andrew heard her ask someone, and a man said something in response. “Vancouver General,” The little girl repeated.

“I’ll meet you there, okay? Stay with one of the paramedics until Daddy gets there. I won’t be long.”

-

It took him half an hour to get to the hospital, and that was with light traffic. He cursed the studio for being so far away, but he knew it was just the stress. His daughter wasn’t able to give him much information, just that you had been in the bathroom, crying in pain, and then told the little girl to call 911. They had taught her the emergency number for every country that they stayed in, just in case. It was good that she knew, but he hated that she had to use it.

You had been feeling fine that morning, he recalled. You went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, had a simple meal of oatmeal and fruits. He was thinking that perhaps you had food poisoning of some sort? He hoped it was something as simple as that, though you wouldn’t have called 911 over something so trivial.

He parked, then ran into the first entrance that he could find. It was emergency, and they gave him directions to the fourth floor. He noticed from the signs around the elevator that it was to ... to a pregnancy floor?

He saw his daughter first, sitting on a bench, reading a book, swinging her legs back and forth since they weren’t reaching the ground. There was a paramedic sitting with her, but not saying anything. Just keeping an eye on her, which Andrew was thankful for. His footsteps brought their attention, and the little girl jumped to her feet. She had been crying, Andrew could tell from the puffiness of her cheeks. She ran towards him, and he leaned down to catch her in a hug. “Daddy! I called just like you taught me to!” She pulled your phone out of her pocket, it looked so massive in her little hands, and she held it up to show you.

He knew the password, there were no secrets between you two. You knew his as well, but neither of you ever went snooping. In fact, this was the first time that he had used it. He saw indeed that your first call of the day was to work, and then 911, and then to him. He turned the phone dark and put it into his own pocket. He scooped up the girl and held her in his arms in a giant bear hug. He looked at the paramedic over her shoulder, took a step towards him and held his hand out. “Thank you so much for staying with her-”

“It’s no problem,” He said, getting to his own feet. “We had to resupply the ambo anyway. And - the doctor said that your wife was stable. I’m sure she’ll be out soon.” He shook Andrew’s hand then excused himself to go back to work, and Andrew sunk down on the recently vacated spot on the bench, still holding his daughter on his lap. There wasn’t much that he could do except for wait for the Doctor, which didn’t take long. The commotion that your daughter made had gotten their attention.

“Hello, Mr. Garfield?” The Doctor said, coming out of the room. She reminded Andrew a lot of his assistant. Same motherly face, same solemn features. Andrew nodded to the affirmative. “Your wife is going to be just fine, though her body had gone through some trauma. She’s going to need to rest, take it easy for a couple of weeks at least.”

“What happened?” He asked, his voice shaky with relief that you were going to be fine. Still, this had seemed to come out of nowhere. And the fact that you were in the pregnancy wing made him nervous.

“Your wife had a miscarriage, Mr. Garfield. She was three months along,” The Doctor’s voice was straight to the point, no emotions at all. She must have to deliver news like this all of the time. “She claims that she didn’t know that she was pregnant, so she is feeling rather fragile. I’d like to keep her for overnight observation, just to be careful.”

Andrew swallowed, but nodded. There wasn’t any other reaction that he felt like he could have. He could only hug his daughter close, thankful that at the very least, he had her. “Can I see her?” He asked the Doctor, who nodded, and motioned towards the open door that she had just come out of. Andrew got back up to his feet, and walked in, still holding his daughter, who was being unusually quiet. He realized as he walked into the room that she had fallen asleep.

You hadn’t, however. You were laying in the hospital bed, hooked up to machines, getting fluids, staring straight ahead of you blankly. Andrew hummed to announce that he was there, and you snapped out of it, your eyes meeting his. They were still filled with tears on your end, while he was still comprehending the news.

“Hey baby,” You said, weakly smiling. Andrew smiled back, and set the little girl down on a chair, where she curled up immediately and continued to sleep away. All that worry and excitement must have exhausted her. He then went to your side, taking hold of both your hands, being careful of the IVs.

“How -” He said, shaking his head. “How did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” You said, blinking away tears. “I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I swear, I wasn’t keeping anything from you. I had my period and no other symptoms. I mean, I thought I gained a little bit of weight but I thought that was just all of the cake,” You somehow managed to laugh though it didn’t sound sincere. “The Doctor says that happens sometimes.”

Andrew would never dream of accusing you of cheating. The two of you stayed in the newlywed stage of your marriage, remaining sexually active. The math added up enough, three months, you two were definitely intimate three months ago.

“How do you feel?” Andrew asked, caressing the top of your hands with his thumbs. “And not just physically.”

You took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out. “I’m devastated,” You admitted, finally admitting your own truth. Tears were fighting to come out and you had stopped the battle, letting them descend freely. “When I heard that I miscarried - I realized... I want that baby. I want to have another one with you and we just lost our chance.”

Andrew felt the same wave of depression overcome him. In an alternate universe, he could just be finding out that he was going to be a father again. He had to be strong for you though. He could let out his emotions when you got home. You were too vulnerable right now.

“We’ll have more chances,” Andrew said, leaning forward and kissed a tear off of your cheek. It tasted salty, it lasting on his lips for a long while. “I’ll gladly give you another baby.”

You chuckled at that, though you were still crying. “You just like the act of making one, mister,” You squeezed his hands. Andrew laughed as well, and nodded.

“Can you blame me?”