#andy barber reader insert

From the moment he stepped into the courtroom and saw you were opposing counsel Andy knew he was screwed. The whispers of the woman that could rival him as a prosecutor moving to the district didn’t contain how beautiful you were.

Your stellar professional reputation preceded you, but your bewitching presence was a surprise that completely caught him off guard.  

Andy wasn’t one to get flustered under the pressures of the court, but when you looked at him, his speech briefly stuttered along with his heart. Your words flowed eloquently, and your confidence made him grateful that it was an open-and-shut case, because once court was adjourned he decided that a woman as brilliant as you belonged with him.

He pursued you until you gave in, but it was a lot harder than he anticipated. You weren’t looking for anything, yet his persistence ensured that you found it anyway. The man wore you down with his kindness, helpfulness, and those dazzling blue eyes always giving you his undivided attention. Despite your cynicism, you let yourself fall for the lawyer with the complicated past. 

Fortunately, Andy ensured that you didn’t regret it. And to further prove his commitment, he proposed after six months of dating you, simply because he needed you to be his, in every way possible. 

Just like he made you his, every night since you agreed to go out with him. You thought it might be a bit too early to sleep with him after your first official date. But as he helped you out of his Audi and walked you to your front door with your hand firmly in his, you knew exactly what was going to happen. 

“Tell me to leave, honey,” he mumbled against your lips after kissing you goodnight. 

“But I want you to stay,” you whispered before opening your door. 

He took care of you that night, worshiping every inch of your body, just like he wanted to from the moment his eyes laid on you. 

Your attraction couldn’t stay confined to just your places at night, and that’s how stolen kisses at work turned into making love behind locked office doors. But sex wasn’t always like that, sometimes he’d fuck you, quick and rough, just enough to get you both there. Other days, he’d take his time, dominating you hard and slow; whispering the filthiest words you’d only hear when you got him like that. 

“That’s it, honey. Go soft under me, fuck – this pussy’s so fuckin’ tight it’s like she wants to keep me inside,” Andy groaned against the shell of your ear, his beard grazing against your soft skin as he pounded into you. You felt him everywhere; his warm lips, his large hands, his hard length roughly sinking into you over and over again. Until you were screaming his name, barely able to hear him mutter how well you squeezed his cock and how pretty you were as you came for him. 

The two of you eloped on a weekend trip in Portland, and the main thing that changed once you were officially his wife was that his adoration and devotion became even more intense. 

Andy was a self-assured man, but now that you were his, you didn’t miss the way his possessiveness lingered whenever you interacted with other male colleagues. In fact, you loved the way he’d make it apparent that you belonged to him. You loved it even more when he took you home and reminded you that you were his Mrs. Barber – as if the ring on your finger and the hold on your heart wasn’t indication enough. 

His protective nature, the way he cherished you as a partner and always took care of you made you fall for him more and more every day. A few colleagues at work even mentioned that you changed him for the better. He didn’t hide the fact that he was once a workaholic that prioritized his job more than anything in his past relationship; instead he made sure that you knew that you were his top priority through his actions. You were his new beginning, a chance to do things differently, and he certainly made the most of that. 

Andy was the perfect husband to you, his wonderful wife. 

Because you were his ideal partner. You were the warm softness to his rough exterior – although you were strong when you needed to be and Andy really admired that. You were the one that he trusted to tear down the tall walls he’d built up over the years. He needed someone that didn’t judge him about his past, that actually appreciated him, and saw him for the deeply caring man that he was. It amazed him how you fit the bill in every sense; a fact he expressed gratitude for often. 

After that little show we put out, I never had to worry about any of them even thinking about touching her again. They knew better. And I knew that she was perfect for me.

Which is why I wasn’t scared to tell her what I found out the night before.

“W-What happened?” She managed to ask despite my focused sucking on her sweet spot at the crook of her neck, and the way my fingers meticulously explored her insides.

“I had to fuck Laurie last night.” I felt her entire body freeze, despite her best efforts to pretend not to be affected. But I knew her too well, and my chuckle denounced just that.

“You know I have to give it to her at least once in a while, baby. She *is my wife, after all.” At the reminder - and a swipe of my thumb over her clit that sent her mewling, she finally nodded, muscles relaxing once again as she allowed me to continue my story.

“Anyway, because you’ve got me fucking obsessed with this pussy…” I bent her over my desk, delighting myself at her little giggles as I worked on getting rid of my pants to shove myself inside of her. “I haven’t been able to cum with her without thinking about you. Not since we met.”

The moan she released upon feeling my cock stretching her tight cunt always got to me, making me hiss at the feeling. “That’s right. So it was really only a matter of time until it happened…” 

I knew she’d tense up again, confusion taking over her mind, that would jump to the worst conclusions, so I worked on pulling her against my chest by her hair, nuzzling the shell of her ear from behind.

“I screamed your name as I came inside of her, sweetheart. And you know how jealous she’s always been of you…” I reminded her, rubbing her clit with my free hand. “There was no way she’d forget your name… I thought she would slap me, I thought that scam of a marriage would be finally over. But you know what happened?”

She shook her head as best as she could, considering the grip I had of her hair, and so I continued, “She clenched so fucking hard, angel. For once, that old, used cunt of hers felt tight again. Of course, nowhere near as tight as this one I’m fucking now… But at least fuckable.”

I shoved her against the wood once more, loving how she moaned in pleasure at the pain, unlike my wife, who had to be treated like a fucking porcelain doll.

“I couldn’t believe it,” I kept going. “There it was, the one thing that could make Laurie interesting in my mind…She was clearly into the fact that I’d been thinking about you while I was balls deep inside of her.”

“So I thought… Better take advantage of that fact.” She moaned even more loudly as I sped up my movements, both of my member and thumb that still played with her. “So you know what I did?” I questioned, waiting for her tentative ‘nu-uh’ just to hear how wrecked she was.

“I told her all about us.” I felt as the shock got to her. Her cunt clenched around me - much like my wife’s had - and she came for the first time that morning, right as I was just starting to warm up. “I told her about how I’ve been fucking the virginal little intern, ever since she first started. I told her about all the times she called me and you had my cock inside your mouth, or even the time she came here and I’d just emptied myself inside of your pussy.”

Her nails were gripping the wood but the sound didn’t feel grating. If anything, it just added to the fire inside my belly, the arousal from the situation getting to me more and more after each second.

“All that suspicion, all that jealousy… And for what? She couldn’t stop her worst nightmare from happening anyway,” I mocked. “I already had a taste of your pussy and she had to hear it from my own lips as I fucked her, learn how I’d never let you go. How I’d never stop fucking you for her.”

Bottoming out inside of her, I held myself there as I came, huffing in delight at the feeling of filling her up. We were both panting as I tried to catch my breath before I turned her around and sat her on the desk where I worked every day, loving how it always smelled like her after I’d fucked her on it.

“So now, I want her to watch it, baby.” That was my master plan. That was what I was hoping to achieve by fucking my lover dumb as I told her about the incident, my cock unable to soften at the possibility of my biggest dream coming true.

“I want to hurt her. I want her to see how you’re the only one for me.” I only had to nuzzle her neck for a few seconds before I felt her hand curling around my nape.

“Let’s do it.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

“Take off your clothes, sweetheart.” I bit down on my lip as I watched her do as he said, slowly undressing herself with her eyes focused on my husband as every inch of perfect skin became exposed to him.

Oh, to be that young again.

How could I ever really compete? Her breasts were perkier, her skin, smoother. She was very clearly eager to please him, and I had no doubt she’d do whatever it took to get the biggest mobster in the country pussy-whipped for her.

I bet she even let him put it in her ass.

I was forced to watch her from a chair by the foot of the bed, not even allowed the decency to hide in the shadows by the corner of the room. Oh, no. They wanted me close. They wanted me *right there, seeing and hearing and *smelling everything, as my husband fucked his intern right on our marital bed.

He shoved her on the mattress as soon as she was naked, and I understood in the few seconds it took for him to climb on it behind her and slam his cock inside her cunt that I’d never be able to do what she did for him.

I’d never be able to take him like that: fast, rough, and animalistic. It was hypnotizing almost, the way his hips met her ass, how he pulled her back by her hair and didn’t stop even after she was crying.

I could see she didn’t want him to, anyway.

“Keep your fucking eyes open,” he growled in the millisecond my lids dropped and that was when I realized what I was doing. I was humping my own hand, having decided to sit on them earlier because I didn’t know what else to do, and when he noticed it too, he laughed. 

“Look at her,” he ordered her now, forcing her head towards my chair so she’d see my humiliation first hand. “See how pathetic she is? Getting off to another woman being fucked by her man?”

She nodded, although I could see some hesitancy in her features. I had no doubt that hesitancy would leave her in seconds, since the hazy cloud of arousal was taking over her eyes quickly - the same one that had been gradually filling my mind in order to prevent me from going insane.

“Tell her,” he incited. “Tell her how pathetic she is. She deserves to know. She deserves to hear it from the woman who has kept her husband happy when she failed to do so.”

A sob tore from my chest unexpectedly, right as her mouth fell open and her own eyes closed. It seemed as if my husband had reached that spot inside of her - the one he had never bothered to look for in me, and just as I thought I might get out of this alive, she opened her eyes, and I knew.

There was no hesitancy anymore.

“You’re pathetic,” she taunted. “You can’t keep him satisfied, so that’s my job from now on,” I was warned. “You can’t have his cock anymore. It’s mine.”

In the following weeks, I would quickly learn that was truly what my new reality would come to be.

“Oh, fuck,” Andy whispered once I had my lips wrapped around his member, and my head snapped up to meet his eyes, thinking I was finally doing something right, but he was staring at his phone. “Look what she just sent me.”

He forced the phone in front of me while I still had a mouth full of cock, and when I tried to pull away, he kept his hand on the back of my head.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked. “You stay right there and be a good cocksleeve. She’s visiting her parents this week so she allowed me to use you as I saw fit. It’s not the same as her holes, but you’ll have to do.”

I had to suck him off while he watched the video she sent, and once he came in my mouth, I thought I’d be free, but no. He didn’t even let me pull away to swallow.

“Here, watch this.” It was a video of one of their encounters, the camera showing the place where Andy and her were connected as he railed her. “It was so great to fuck her in the bathroom in the middle of our anniversary dinner… She looked so fucking sexy in this dress, don’t you think so?”

It was hard to fight off the tears with his cum seeping from my lips while I still tried to keep them pressed tightly around his member, so I stopped struggling against it and just gave into it.

“There you go…” He preened as he recognized the submission in my eyes. “You know she fucks me better than you ever could, honey. There’s no way you will ever measure up to her.”

Andy’s P.O.V.

“What do you want?” Perhaps most men would find that being interrupted mid-fuck by your phone was a turn-off, especially if it was your wife who was calling you. I was one of the fortunate few who didn’t feel like it. “I’m kinda busy.”

Having realized who it was that I was speaking to, Y/N’s moans just got louder, making me smirk as I heard Laurie’s sharp inhale of breath at the other end of the line.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, I guess… I guess I just wanted to…” More cream flooded from my lover’s cunt, and with a groan, I cut my wife off.

“Oh, God!” It was hard to pay attention to anything else when there was such a delicious pussy to fuck, but when that thing was your annoying, prude wife, it was even harder to find two fucks to give about whatever it was that she had to say. “Shut the fuck up for a second, hm?” I ordered. “Listen to this.”

Lowering the phone to the place where Y/N and I were joined, I smirked as I knew the sounds of her sopping wet pussy would be easily captured by my wife at the other side of the line. 

“Go to sleep,” I commanded once I was tired of taunting her. “I’ll spend the night at her apartment.” I already knew that was what Laurie was calling to know, anyway. “I hope you dream about what I’ll be doing to her.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

I had hoped being his date to this work event would mean at least one night of make-believe. A confirmation that my role in his life still existed, even if it was but a title.

But I seemed to have gotten all of them wrong because the second we arrived, it was clear I wasn’t his date at all. While he paraded her around the room, introducing his secretary-turned-lover to some of the most powerful men in the city, I was forced to stand in the sidelines, feeling judged by even the trophy wives, since I knew I didn’t have a place with them anymore.

But it got even worse once the lights were dimmed and people started dancing.

It was like I wasn’t even there, and I was sure by now that he had forgotten all about me as he twirled her around the room, pressing kisses down her throat before he captured her lips on his and made out with her in front of everyone.

It should have been embarrassing to see a man his age behave in such a way. Lord knows I would have never let him go past a quick press of lips if I were the one in his arms, but as his fingers slipped underneath her dress, it made sense why she had replaced me so easily.

The burn of humiliation was delicious, as hard as it was for me to accept it. The more people stared, the wetter I got, and so I fought back against the urge to hide, forcing myself to stand tall as I watched my husband and his lover play with each other in the middle of a crowded room.

Andy’s P.O.V.

I groaned in dissatisfaction once I heard the knocks on my office door. “What?” I asked, not even bothering to lift my head to look at my wife as she slipped into the room to find me lapping up Y/N’s wetness. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

She fidgeted, changing her weight from one foot to the other while I kept on sucking my beloved’s little clit, relishing in the adorable moans she released, uncaring about Laurie’s presence in the room.

Oh, how far we’d come. Long gone were the days where my angel would complain about being this exposed, cry because of the guilt I was provoking in her. Now, she relished in the pleasure I gave her, even when my wife was around to witness it.

But she was still the sweetest angel I’d ever seen. The only one to tug at the hardened heartstrings I’d believed inexistent before she came around.

If Laurie was within listening distance, however… Y/N became uncaring and egoistical, completely focused on her pleasure and on me.

I was the happiest I’d ever been.

“… It’s important,” Laurie insisted, to which I groaned, at last lifting my head from my lover’s pussy and glancing up at my wife with a inquisitive look.

“Well, then… speak!” I nodded, letting her know she had at least a bit of my attention, but the light caught on the juices spread over Y/N’s lower half and I growled.

“I’m not gonna stop eating her cunt,” I warned, already leaning down to lick a stripe up her pussy lips again. “I’m fucking starving.”

It was much more rewarding to listen to my beloved’s moans as they floated freely in the room, but I tried to hear what Laurie had to say, I really did.

Was it really my fault she gave up and left the room without saying anything else?

Laurie’s P.O.V.

He never liked to eat my pussy.

I knew he thought I was shrewed and prudish, but no one had ever taught me about sex before I got married. And then, once it was time for our wedding night, he just assumed I would know what to do.

But I didn’t. It was obviously Andy did, though. And so I expected to feel something, *anything that would finally justify how lust-crazy my friends would act in the stories they’d tell me between wine glasses.

I wanted to have one of those. But the nerves got in my way that evening, and the tension wouldn’t leave my muscles. It hurt more than anything else, and I definitely didn’t get to cum.

But then again… he didn’t eat my pussy that evening, and none of the other times when he’d come home and actually bother to fulfill his marital duties.

But I understood. I probably didn’t taste as great as hers.

God, she looked incredible. I couldn’t remember the last time he touched me or even kissed me. He didn’t want to have sex with me anymore and it *hurt. He was always with her or talking about her or thinking of her and the deprivation was slowly making me desperate.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” I asked the first night he bothered to come home for the evening, even though he’d locked himself in his office the second he closed the entrance door behind him.

He didn’t even lift his head as I made my way into the office, obviously wanting to be noticed in my completely nude appearance, but at the same time sneaking in as if I was scared he’d suddenly yell at me, like a father does to a naughty kid who can’t take no for an answer.

“I’m working,” was all he said, never taking his eyes off of his computer, and the complete lack of enthusiasm shocked me, my hands falling at the sides of my body. All I had wanted was a little bit of his attention, but it didn’t seem like I was worthy of even that.

“I want you,” I forced myself to voice, perhaps believing somehow that he just hadn’t noticed my intentions. “C’mon, Andy…” Trying to be seductive, I approached him cautiously, hands rubbing up his arms as I pressed my breasts on his back. “I’ll let you do anything to me.”

I shouldn’t have even tried. My whispered words were thrown back at me as he mocked me, “I don’t want to do anything to you. Go to bed, Laurie.”

Tears in my eyes, I gathered what was left of my dignity and did as he said, slipping into the bed where he hadn’t laid in months, where I finally allowed myself to cry.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Oh, sorry…” Somewhere deep inside my mind, a part of me felt bad for Laurie. This was her house, after all - or at least, the one where she lived with her husband. And here was her husband, balls deep inside of me, fucking my pussy like he’d been doing for the last four hours while she shopped, right on the bed they used to share together.

Then again… it’d been four hours. I was too fucked out to care.

“Oh, good, you’re here.” Before either of us had the time to process Andy’s words, he’d pulled me by my hair so I’d look straight into his wife’s eyes where he stood, frozen on the threshold of their bedroom. “I want you to look into her eyes, Laurie. Look into her eyes as I cum inside of her. I want you to witness the moment I put my child inside of her.”

My knees buckled as I moaned at the harshness of it all, but Andy kept me up. My nails tore up the sheets of the bed, and still, he didn’t ease up. “I took her to the doctor earlier today,” he informed his wife - voice so casual, if it weren’t for the pants that interrupted his speech, no one would ever consider he’d been fucking me for the better part of the morning. “Took that lousy chip I paid to have it implanted in the first place.”

I saw the heartbreak in her eyes, the second she processed the information. I knew all about how Andy had told her time and time again he’d never have kids. It was something she had to give up in order to marry him - but what he didn’t mention was that he simply didn’t want them with *her.

I moaned when she started to scream, and he pounded me even harder the louder she got. The second her knees gave out and she fell to the floor, he came inside of me, cementing the new future he’d painted for the three of us.

Hissing as he pulled out of me, he barely paid any attention to the broken woman on the floor - the woman who was supposed to be his wife. Instead, he turned me around and spread my legs, a look of pride in his face as he saw the mess he left.

“If you’re so scared of her getting pregnant,” he spoke to her, “maybe you should eat my cum out of her.” I froze, uncertain as to my own feelings about his proposition, but in the end, I knew I’d just go with whatever Andy had in mind for us.

It was no accident that I fell in love with him. Part of me liked his cruelty, and I particularly loved that it was never used against me. So when he shoved Laurie’s head against my pussy, I just laid back and enjoyed the show.

“That’s right,” he teased, ever the torturer. “If you don’t want my mistress to get pregnant, you better eat my cum out of her.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

It didn’t work.

She got pregnant, and if I thought my life was terrible, it became a living nightmare. Just like that, it was like I didn’t even exist. She moved in and then she was everywhere all the time. I had to watch as life grew inside of her, and she took over my life.

It was like she never wore underwear, either - something that seemed to please my husband endlessly. After being kicked out of my bedroom, I’d be constantly woken up by the sounds of their frantic fucking, reminding me of what was my place in the house now.

You follow his line of sight. He scoffs before downing everything in his glass, slamming it on small table before him. “You’re not even preparing for this whole thing! You don’t care. You just want me to hurt, huh? That’s all this is. A ploy to get back at me. Kick me while I’m down.”

“Stop. You’re being stupid right now and very, very unprofessional.”

Andy chuckles and stands to his full height, his shoulders were squared. If it were any other person huffing and puffing at you right now you’d be thinking of ways to duck out. But this was Andy. All bark and just a little bit of bite.

“You don’t even like her! That’s the only reason you took her case, to hurt me right? Which I must say, is actually below you. Don’t you have other people to harass in New York?” It’s wrong. It really is. However, seeing him all disheveled with the veins of his neck straining and his hands on his hips made you squirm where you stood. “Mission accomplished, sweetheart. I’m fucking fuming, I’m going out of my head. You win. Now, back out as Laurie’s counsel.”

You cackle at his statement. Finally peeling your feet of the carpeted floor to pour yourself a drink. You take the wine bottle out of the bucket and pop the cork off, pouring into a glass with a generous amount.

“No, Andy. You don’t get things just because you tell me to. Not anymore.” You put the cork back in and walk back to the couch, flopping down on the velvet seat before taking a sip.

“Damn it! I know I fucked it up between you and me but this is my life! And I know for a fact that Laurie can’t afford your fees when she got you to do this for her. You’re staying at a three-thousand-dollar-a-night suite in the fucking Ritz for fucks sake! What else could this be but a fucking vendetta against me?”

You pause. There is an underlying truth to Andy’s words. You’d almost forgotten how much he got under your skin. It’s been years for fucks sake but you couldn’t deny the hold he still had over you.

So when Laurie had walked into your office in Manhattan with that crazy look in her eyes you knew that the fantasy had finally shattered. She wanted a divorce, she’d told you. She wanted to have enough that she could start somewhere comfortably. She wanted a recommendation for a job, one that she’d brushed off all those years ago when you’d offered jovially thinking she deserved to run bigger things aside from a charity. Lastly, she wanted sole custody over their son.

You were silent up until her last request. You told her that Andrew Barber would never let her go quietly and that he’d fight tooth and nail for Jacob. But nothing could defeat the motivation of a woman scorned. You weren’t convinced until Laurie told you that you’d also get back at him for stringing you along all those years.

She had known. You smiled bitterly at her. Maybe she was not aware of the whole truth but she knew enough. Maybe she knew the day Andy had introduced you to her at that office party; his brightest intern up to date. Maybe she knew when Andy embraced you after losing your first case and they had you over for dinner to cheer you up. Or maybe she knew when you quit and packed for New York.

You hated that knowing smirk on Laurie’s face as those words left her mouth. You’ve hated her for years but at that moment you wanted to tell her to eat shit. You knew that she was desperate. Proof was in the miles she drove just to ask for your help. No good lawyer in Boston would take her case without the rumor mill working overtime. Plus those who would take her case would be buried by Andy.

She wanted to hit him where it hurt and so did you.

“You’re blowing this out of proportion, Andy. You and I both know that no straight laced lawyer would take her as client here in your city. She knows what I’m capable of so she hired me. Whatever is under the surface, no one else is aware of.” You finish your wine, itching for another. “I’ve made my decision weeks ago. I’m seeing this through. For Laurie.”

“Bullshit!” glass shatters with a flick of Andy’s wrist. You don’t flinch. Used to his bursts of anger he only ever shows you. You were the only one who saw the afterhours version of him. The one raised in the scraggly streets of Newton. The Andy who was not patient or kind or soft spoken. The Andy that brought you pleasure through pain. The Andy that Laurie only saw when shit hit the fan in the last year.

He exhales through his lips. Composing himself back to what suburbia saw him as. When he looks at you the blue of his eyes are gone. But they’re not soft, no, never with you. Never when you were alone.

“Sweetheart. I’m sorry.” His accent bleeds out. The one he tries to forget, the part of him he buried along with his history. He kneels before your feet, taking your hands into his own. Rubbing and petting your soft skin against his calloused palms. He lifts them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly, one by one. A practiced atonement for a regular fuck up.

“You have to understand. I don’t want Jacob to grow up without a father. He’s already been through too much. I don’t want to repeat the cycle. Not to Jake, okay? He doesn’t deserve this.” your steely gaze at him lets him know you’ve made up your mind. His hold on your hands tighten. “What do you want me to do, huh? I’m already on my fucking knees, sweetheart. What else do you need? A promise? Huh?”

His hands move from your hands to your arms, until he grabs you by the shoulders. “Want me to make good on my promise? It’s all attainable now! Since Laurie wants to leave me then maybe, yeah? Maybe we can finally be together, baby girl.”

“Andy—“

He pushes you down on the couch and kneels between your legs. You claw at him when he reaches for your pajama top’s buttons, protesting his heavy hands as they paw at you. When you move too much for his liking he yanks your top open causing buttons to fly around. You help and swipe at his face but he takes both your wrists easily before flipping you onto your stomach.

“Come on, sweetheart. You ain’t gotta fight me on this one. This what you want right? This what you miss? Me being fucking rough on you as I take your tight cunt—my tight little cunt—and fill her to the brim. Taking you so fucking hard that you ain’t walkin’ right for the next couple’a days.”

“No—Andy! I don’t want this, please! Stop—“

He pushes your face into the couch until your cheek hurts. His hand completely pinning you down by the back of your skull. He yanks your silk pants forcefully while he adjusts himself over you. You whimper in fear, in anticipation for what was to come. Maybe you overdid pushing his buttons, the impending loss of his hold over his life had finally broken him.

Your pleading is muffled as you hear his belt buckle clink followed by the sound of a zipper. Your scream is absorbed by the velvet seat as he enters you with one swoop, pushing your body forward with his thrust. The pace he sets on is brutal, hitting your cervix on repeat with every push. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes within the walls of your room.

You arch and buck, wanting him off of you as pain lingers in your core. You weren’t prepared to take him. Not like this. Not when he acted like a beast that’s been poked and prodded within its cage for too long. But he doesn’t budge. Doesn’t even falter as he overpowers you, hands gripping your wrists behind you like a vice, body pressing you down. You have no choice but to take him, take his pounding while your tears spill over your cheeks.

“You’re a fuckin’ liar, sweetheart. You do want me.” He pulls out until his tip is only kissing your entrance, admiring his now wet cock as it shines with your slick. He pushes back in slowly, inch by torturous inch, listening to the sound of your arousal finally accept it. He thrusts in slowly a couple more times, looking at you swallow him in amazement. Andy would be lying if he said he didn’t miss you. Because he did, every fucking moment of the day. Even when you left he missed you. Even more so, even.

He thrusts harshly again, his pelvis colliding with your ass. “You still want me to stop? Huh? Of course not! You’re my dirty little slut who loves when I hurt you and mark you up. You love when I leave bruises and make you sore. Make you dumb, make you stop thinking with that beautiful big brain of yours.”

Andy lets your head go and grabs your thigh upwards, widening your stance and giving him more access. He pushes in, pistoning inside of you until you moan loudly with want, eyes clenched as you can’t contain the pleasure any longer. It builds and builds until you squeeze his cock, making yourself feel the fullness of him. Your please morphing into yeses and mores and obscenities for him to give you everything.

When your orgasm hits you, your head spins as you shake under Andy. He doesn’t relent while you writhe and curse, prolonging your high until he spills inside you with a bite on your shoulder. You feel him fill you up, leaking out of you and onto the couch until he’s satisfied.

You lie there unmoving, catching your breath until he lifts himself off you. In the next minute you hear his voice far away before the closing of the door. “Do as I ask, sweetheart.”

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Andy’s yelling when the judge hits his gavel twice.

“Motion for reconsideration, your honor!” his lawyer submits orally on his behalf before telling him to calm down.

“You have five days to submit your motion, counsel. But considering what we heard today in the court room, it’s very unlikely that this court’s decision will be reneged.” The judge stands and so do you.

You fix your skirt and turn to Laurie as she hugs you. She thanks you with a murmur before her eyes land on her ex-husband. You tell Laurie to leave ahead while you take care of this mess.

“Calm down, Andrew. We still have time.” His lawyer reminds him but he’s seething as he sees your smirk.

He scowls at you before rolling his eyes as he smooths down the front of his clothes.

“Why can’t you be normal and just call me Andy?”

“Sure, Father Andy,” you reply with a grin.

“Was getting worried you wouldn’t make it.” He straightens his collar, “Seeing as you missed every Sunday mass this month.”

Pursing your lips, you don’t answer and instead duck your head with embarrassment. He rubs his hands over his beard. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Well, a lot of people were still filing in when I pulled up, but it’s a decent crowd. And if the leaders of your youth group would stop making out by the coat racks, there would be at least two more people in the pews.”

“Damn,” he hisses under his breath and shakes his head before looking up. ”Kendra and Michael? By the coat rack, huh?” he asks.

Your expression matches his, no doubt remembering your own youth…and the time in the eighth grade when Andy stumbled on you and another boy from your class playing tonsil hockey in the same hidden spot after Confirmation practice. His youthful face had turned bright red, jaw dropped in shock as he sputtered out apologies, pulling down several coats and hangers in his struggle to get away from the scene.

“It’s the real hot spot in this place,” you tell him.

“This is a house of worship, not a hook-up venue.”

“That sounds an awful lot like what Father Malone said after you snitched on me.”

“Father Malone was better than me,” he sighs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he lowers his head. “He just knew what he was doing, that’s all.”

The Archdiocese let him know just weeks before of the decision to sell the property and combine three dwindling local parishes together to meet budget constraints.

You walk up to him, picking a piece of lint off the robe. “Andy,” you sigh his name softly, “You have been a bright spot since you came back here. You’ve done everything right.”

“Sometimes…I just,” he pauses and turns toward you, his eyes staring into yours as you watch him calculate his next words. “I just don’t understand God’s will,” he finally admits.

If he were anyone else, or at least not your priest-slash-friend, you wouldn’t have hesitated to grab him and kiss him senseless until he was comforted, but he’s not. So, the shake of your head is the best answer you can give him, hoping he understands that you don’t know what to say. “It’s just about midnight. I am going to sit and get ready for the service.”

“Will you stay a little afterward once everyone’s gone?”

“Sure. Everything okay?”

He nods just once. You pause, waiting to see if he has anything else to add, but he stays quiet. 

You turn to walk out, heading past the altar to sit at the small row of seats reserved for the lector or those participating in the services. The church is more full than usual, but that’s expected for the Christmas Midnight Mass. You wonder how many of them have come out of guilt or some other obligation, knowing it’s the last significant event before the doors are shuttered for good. 

Patricia changes the tune, playing a processional as Andy enters, flanked by two altar boys. 

The rest is routine; the same you’ve gone through countless Sundays, Holy Days, and sacraments throughout the years. You follow the steps, recite the prayers and blessings on cue, all without much thought.

The only surprise is Ransom. You eye him up as he shuffles along behind a grim-looking Linda and falsely pious Joni in the slow line to receive the Eucharist. Even in a house of God, he has zero shame, eye-fucking you the whole time with a troublesome grin plastered on his face. You’re assisting by offering the sacramental wine, standing a few feet to the side of Andy as he hands out the wafers.

‘Oh my god, not here. Don’t fucking do this here, Ransom.’ your mind begs as he saunters over to you, making a show of slowly putting the wafer on his tongue.

He stops in front of you, expectantly, waiting for you to tip the goblet to his lips for him. You do, silently, keeping eye contact as he takes a sip.

“Little dry,” he whispers. “Bet you’re not though.”

“Shut up,” you plea between gritted teeth while ignoring the stupid swoop in your belly.

“Sweetheart, this dress.” he says, eyeing you up and down and ignoring anyone passing or waiting behind him, “Just got you added to the naughty list.”

The dress is anything but scandalous, yet heat spreads over your neck and cheeks. You catch movement on your side as Andy shifts. His own gaze of disapproval focused on Ransom before turning back to the person in front of him.

“Not that you weren’t there already, especially if you’re wearing that little lace thing underneath-”

“Ransom, there’s a line,” you try to quiet him and fail spectacularly since he continues.

“Which, if you are, come on over when you’re done with the monk over there and let me unwrap you. Make it a real Merry Christmas.” Ransom winks and goes back to his seat, but for the rest of the service you can’t help but squirm, wondering how many others were paying attention and how much Andy might have heard.

It’s a slow procession as everyone leaves, taking their time to wish a Merry Christmas to Andy, or to lament the impending closure of the parish. You dawdle while cleaning up the pews, replacing all the hymnals and picking up the leftover church bulletins; offering your own smiles and well-wishes to those who stop while waiting for the last of them to leave while carefully avoiding the Thrombey and Drysdale clan, but not missing their arguing as they leave.

As the last of them make the way to the exit, you follow to help Andy lock the doors, the cold air blowing through the vestibule. You stay at the entrance with him for another few moments, watching the cars exit the parking lot, the tail lights disappearing. 

“You alright?” You gently press.

Without looking away from the window he answers, “Sure.”

It feels wrong to speak any louder than a whisper, your quiet, “Okay” barely seems like more than a breath, but he seems to hear it. When he heads back inside toward the altar to blow out the candles and replace the pages for the readings you watch him. It makes your heart ache to see such a beautiful temptation illuminated by strings of lights woven around the wreaths and trees arranged around the altar below the darkened stained glass. 

He was always quiet and brooding, even when you were teens. It was what sparked your crush by tenth grade when he had grown out of the awkward, gangly stage and turned into a thoughtful, well-spoken, two-sport athlete. Though, by that time he started to date Laurie, keeping her on his arm through the rest of high school. However, it didn’t stop you from flirting when you had class together, or snagging a dance from him during prom, but you and everyone else assumed that he and Laurie would have been married with kids a few years after graduation.

Instead, she went away to college and never came back after he broke her heart, deciding on religious studies and seminary school. It was unexpected to have him return to your childhood parish to take over the assignment from Father Malone, the old priest that constantly smelled like mothballs and stale coffee, but a very welcome surprise. It might have even helped to inspire yourself and others to be more diligent in your mass attendance, but many of them dropped off again once the novelty wore off. 

You stayed - not necessarily renewed in your faith, but glad to have him as a friend again.

The tension he carries makes the air feel heavy. The curiosity of the situation makes your stomach swirl, but you follow his lead, entering the sacristy again after he does, tisking at the way the altar boys had thrown their robes over the table in a rush to leave.

“You’re not doing the early mass, are you?” You ask, shaking out and hanging up the robes as Andy pulls his own over his head.

“No.”

Sighing heavily, you wait to see if he will add anything else, but he doesn’t. It almost seems as though he’s ignoring you as he takes his time, straightening out the robes in the closet, sliding hangers back and forth.

Waiting him out is a losing game. You’ve tried and failed before; his level of patience unmatched and probably how he’s drawn out confessions and secrets some were sworn to take to the grave. Some of your own included.

“Is someone hosting you tomorrow? Or do you have to be here?” You try to start the conversation again. He’s either ignoring you or deciding how he wants to answer, so you start poking around at the items on the desk and running your finger over the edges of one elaborate book.

“Oh hello,” you hum to yourself, folding open the box lid and finding a package of communion wafers. You rip open the plastic as if it’s a package of Ritz crackers, popping one in your mouth and crunching before a small groan of annoyance comes from Andy’s side of the room.

He’s looking at you like a parent scolding a child, eyebrows raised and head tilted.

“What? You’re being boring. It’s not like they’re blessed. It’s after one in the morning and I’m hungry.” You shrug and grab another to pop into your mouth. They aren’t satisfying, but at least they aren’t the same Styrofoam wafers you remember from childhood.

Andy reaches into a cabinet behind him, grabbing some snack size bags of chips and tossing one your way. You catch it and nod at the case of altar wine behind his shoulder, “Better. And how about something to drink?”

He stays stone faced.

“Come on, Andy. It’s Christmas, and what’s gonna happen to all of this? It’s gonna get raided and hoarded when they come to move everything. It’s the big guy’s birthday so let’s do it right.”

His expression doesn’t change, but he does pop the top off one and takes a swig, making you laugh.

“Knew you had it in you.”

The room is sparsely furnished, but there are a couple of folding chairs you’ve set out to lounge on. The bright fluorescent overhead lights are off in favor of the small yellowed light of the desk lamp while you spend some time reminiscing. The bottle gets passed back and forth and while it’s not the strongest wine, it helps to loosen things up. Andy’s smile is still strained, but the hard edge is gone.

“So,” he speaks up after a quiet moment, “You and Ransom, huh?”

“What?!” The surprise is genuine, not expecting Andy to comment on it, but the apathy is harder to fake, “No. Nuh uh. I don’t know what his deal tonight is-was. Is.”

He laughs outright at that then leans forward to take the bottle from you, tilting it back in a hefty sip. “I should let you know that the confessional booth doesn’t allow as much anonymity as most people think. Plus, he’s loud.”

There’s that heat, burning at your skin again, bright hot all at once. Your lips part and your breath goes shallow and shaky as he sits up and then leans forward into your space as he continues, his eyes almost dark in the dim light.

“The worst part is that it is Ransom.” The name comes out of his mouth with a sneer.

Your voice comes out weak when you finally catch your breath to defend yourself. “It isn’t Ransom. I mean, it was, as in past tense.”

“As in last weekend? And all the weekends before that?”

Your mouth hanging open is all the response you can give.

“Yeah, he, uh, felt the need to confess for not keeping the Sabbath apparently. Oh and for quote making you scream loud enough to wake the saints. Details I didn’t need, but that’s Ransom, right? And you always liked the bad boys.”

The snort erupts between your laughter. “Oh my god, he didn’t! But really?” You lower your voice in a silly imitation, “The bad boys? You almost sound jealous.” You struggle to suck in a breath under the weight of his gaze. “I had no idea you kept such a close watch on my dating history.”

Andy’s face lights up, eyes wide with outrage as he leans in. “I’m not, and yes. He’s a bad guy. The things he’s done? Most of the time he’s here to gloat, not confess because there’s not much I can do about it. I can’t believe what he’s done to people and gotten away with, and still,” he pauses, one brow arching and jaw ticking, “He manages to somehow land someone as wonderful as you and squander it.”

A flush covers his cheeks where his beard doesn’t cover. A rush of foolish confidence washes over you, silencing any sane thought of restraint you might have had just moments ago.

“Wellll. Maayybe I stuck around with a few bad boys because I never had a chance with any of the good ones.” You hold his gaze meaningfully for just a few seconds, but it’s enough to make his eyes widen a little as your words sink in. Nerves make your skin tingle and stomach flip, so you try to deflect the rising tension, “Do you think I’ve done enough penance? I think just knowing Ransom is enough of a punishment.”

You try to laugh, but it’s more of an uncomfortable huff of breath.

“Three Hail Mary’s should top you off.” Another beat of silence. Andy stands and sets the bottle of wine on a table, leaning against it with his arms crossed. “I have no idea how to say any of this. So I, uh, just wanted to let you know I don’t plan to take an assignment at the new parish.” His voice is soft, but the words are rushed, strained. 

When you look at him again, his eyes are staring intently at the carpeting.

“Are you getting a promotion or something? Going somewhere else?” You stare up at him, wrinkling your forehead in confusion. “Is that what you want?”

“No.” He puts a hand at the edge of the table while the other moves up and undoes the clerical collar from around his neck, setting the stiff white band on the table. “I want something else. I’m not supposed to, but I do. I always have. So, I intend to leave the priesthood, request dispensation and put it all behind me.” 

“That’s a lot. A big decision.” You slowly get up and work your way toward him with your arms open, silently asking for permission to embrace him in a hug. He shifts a little, allowing your arms to wrap around his chest, pressing your hands against his back and holding him tightly against you. He lowers his mouth to your shoulder, taking deep breaths as you listen to his heart start to race in his chest. “Why?” You shakily ask.

“I can’t keep doing this. It feels wrong telling people they’re sinners when I want what they have. When I can only think about living a completely different life.” He murmurs the words against your skin, tickling you and setting your heart off on a race.

You pull away slightly, turning toward him and brushing your cheek against his bearded jaw, stopping just short of his mouth, eyes catching on the open collar of his black shirt. He rubs his hands up and down your back and the two of you almost slip into a swaying motion, bodies constantly shifting like you aren’t sure what to do with yourselves. All fondness and terror like it’s the end of a first date; that thought startling you enough to ask the burning question, “What kind of life?”

He pulls further back, clear blue eyes staring intently into your own. “You’re not drunk, right? This is all going to be okay tomorrow?”

You squint at him, but hold back any snark due to how serious he looks. “I am not drunk, and that depends.”

He briefly looks panicked, “On what?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever consequences you’re about to face. “God, I hope we’re on the same page.”

You tip your jaw up, pressing your lips to his, eyes scrunched closed and stomach quivering with both dread and excitement. Seconds drag on until he lets out a small sigh, and then his lips purse against your own, kissing you back. You make a noise of relief and satisfaction, then tip your head into a more comfortable position while he slowly responds, lips hesitant to move with yours even though his body trembles beneath your touch.

The kiss comes to an end naturally, both of you pulling away to breathe, sharing air and clinging tightly together.

“Is that going to be okay tomorrow?” You whisper. 

He stays quiet. Seconds seem like eternity and the walls seem to collapse around you. Feeling him pull away, the space between you cools and you suck in air through shaking breaths. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the tears well up. A few tiny drops escape and roll down your cheeks, wetting his palm as he mutters a harsh curse.

“Wow. That was so inappropriate. I am so sorry, Andy. Sorry.” Your voice breaks during your frantic rambling and struggle to get away. “Holy shit! You took vows, and, and I can’t do this to you. Oh my god I am so s-sorry. What did I just do?”

“I wanted that.” His nose nudges yours when he closes the space between you again. “It’s all I’ve wanted for a while now.”

He pushes against you, lips easily finding yours again with eager kisses. The tip of his tongue tickles at your lips, but he doesn’t press further. His hand slips to the back of your neck, holding you tightly, while the other moves to your hip.

The kiss is passionate, but stalls out after a few moments, leaving the both of you quietly grunting with frustration. The realization hits you at the same time he confesses - 

“It’s been so long. I don’t - I’m not sure what-”

You pull back and stop him with a shake of your head.  “Nothing has to happen.”

Looking back into his eyes, it’s impossible to miss the quick flashes of hurt, embarrassment, panic and the hand on your hip slackens. This time he thinks you’re rejecting him.

“Andy,” you grab his hand and set it firmly on your hip, “I don’t want you to rush anything.” You shake your head, but it’s with a smile to reassure him. “No matter what happens tonight or tomorrow or never, I am your friend. I really like this, and you, so I was saying, nothing has to happen. Or…” You push his hand further down along the curve of your cheek to crease where it meets the top of your thigh and encourage him to squeeze, “Something can happen.”

The words are barely out of your mouth when he grabs a handful of your ass and presses his hips against you. A whimper, an actual whimper, escapes from him when he leans in to kiss you again, holding you still as he writhes against you. His hold on you makes you want to lift your leg, so you do, and his hand slides from your ass right down your thigh until it cradles the back of your knee. With this angle, you rut against him, feeling the hard length of him trapped in his trousers and pulling another soft whimper and shudder from him.

“Hang on, hang on,” he gasps, slowing the kiss and loosening the hold on the back of your neck and letting go of your leg to let you stand on your own again. 

Your arms wrapped around him also loosen as you start to stroke up and down his back, tickling here and there with the tips of your fingers.

“Too exciting for you already?” You delicately ask.

He chuckles, “Like I said, it’s been a while.”

Your eyes go wide and you lean away again, making him groan in frustration this time. “Like…” You struggle to find the words to say, “Not even by yourself kind of a while? Are you not allowed to? That’s just cruel.”

He smiles, soft and sweet and amused. “I’m not that cruel, even to myself. It’s just,” he breathes deeply, letting the air out slowly, “It’s you. This beautiful woman who has been my friend for so long, who doesn’t even know how much she’s teased me, who’s been out of reach since we were kids. And you’re here with me - finally like this. It’s - it’s a lot.”

“Are you saying you wanted to make out with me by the coat rack?”

His laugh lights up his face, eyes closing as he throws his head back a little. “Yeah, can you blame me?”

“We can. If you want,” You laugh in return, tilting your head toward the direction of the doorway. 

“No,” he chuckles, “You’re kidding me. Now you wanna make out with me by the coat rack?”

“Nuh uh, Andy. No joke,” you tilt your head up and kiss his lips softly, teasingly, then place another kiss on his bearded cheek. His hands gently rest at your waist again.

Your next soft kiss lands on his neck, right at the line of exposed skin where his beard stops, then another right next to that spot, then another until you make your way up near his ear to whisper, “But I don’t want to just make out with you, I want to blow you.”

You can hear the beginning of his response, but it’s cut off by another groan when your hand swiftly slides down over the front of his pants, cupping him through the fabric and feeling him throb. And oh, just the feel of what he’s got to offer makes you start to ache. Loosening the belt you push for a response, “Unless that’s too much?”

“Everything is too much right now.”

You stop again, pulling back to look into his eyes. “You can trust me, Andy. I’m not gonna hurt you. I know this isn’t easy.”

“I do trust you. So much that this is all - it’s almost too easy.” He leans forward into another kiss, smiling as you respond.

“I am so going to hell.” The words come out as you yank the belt undone and surge to meet him.

Andy’s hands start to ruck up the bottom of your dress, “But first,” he gasps then moves to kiss down the side of your neck, nipping at your earlobe, “Will you take me to heaven?”

Letting out a breathy laugh, you start to untuck his shirt and pull the buttons loose one by one. “We will have to work on that dirty talk, but I have faith in you.” 

“Fiat tibi sicut vis.” He groans, leaning closer, mouth sucking at a spot that makes you moan.

“That works,” You start to undress, removing the dress and showing off the bra and panty set hiding beneath. 

“Is this the lacey thing that Ransom was talking about?” He asks, tracing a finger along the exposed curve of your breast, admiring the way the color of the fabric looks against your skin.

You hum, smiling, “It’s a lacey thing, but not the lacey thing. We’ll work up to that.”

His gulp is audible. Between more kisses, shoes, his shirt, and pants get dropped in messy piles. Andy’s shoulders are dusted with freckles which your eyes follow to the chest hair over his pecs which narrows into a line down his stomach. The view stops abruptly at the top of his boxers and your hand reaches for another feel, gently squeezing him over the thin fabric. 

You glance around you, noticing a counter behind you and start to back into it, sliding your fingers into the tops of your panties and stepping out of them when they slide down to your ankles.

His moves just a step after you, watching the action and clenching his eyes shut when you finally reveal yourself to him. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he follows your lead and drops his boxers down his legs, leaving them on the floor by yours. His cock - thick and looking almost painfully hard - is gorgeous.

You let out a needy whine, pussy clenching as your mind races with dirty thoughts.

“C’mere,” you beckon with a finger.

His hands are on you instantly, roaming over every curve and dip before gripping your thigh and pulling your leg up over his hip again while you rest against the edge of the counter.

Resuming the position from earlier, your hands rest on his shoulders, his one hand holds your leg up and the other tentatively makes its way down the curve of your breast, ticking you with the tips of his fingers and circling your nipple over the fabric. Goosebumps rise over your skin before he starts to trail down further, winding his way over the curve by your hip bone and back until tracing the crease leading to the vee of your thighs.

“Tell me what feels good,” he softly requests.

You swallow heavily and nod, “I will.”

Then his fingers slide over your slit, caressing the slickness smeared there already. It’s so gentle, almost tickling and makes you shudder in a breath.

“Keep going,” you tilt into his touch.

His press goes harder, sliding through your folds and just exploring, tips of his fingers dipping into you slightly before pulling out and moving to circle your clit. Over and over he teases until he’s mapped you out, listening intently to your sharp gasps when he plots out a certain spot.

“Feel me, please,” you beg, voice strained.

The hand holding your leg on his hip flexes in a silent signal to keep it there before pressing at your lower back, holding you against him as he slides his middle finger deep into you. Moaning at the intrusion you hook your leg tighter around his thigh, hoping for more. After a few strokes, he adds another finger while rubbing the heel of his palm against your clit.

His hips rut against you, his cock leaking and spreading wetness over your belly, adding to the way he consumes you, kissing over your cheeks and lips while you moan at the feel of it all.

“Andy, baby you feel so good.” He grunts in response. You gingerly move a hand from around his neck and slide it between the two of you, gripping his cock and pulling a strangled noise from him. “Do you want…”

Stopping yourself from voicing it fully, you suddenly feel too shy to say it. That is until he nips at that spot by the base of your neck that makes you tremble, “Do I what?”

Catching your breath, you kiss along his collarbone, feeling him tremble in response, too.

“Do you want me?” You whisper.

Andy nudges you to move, pulling his fingers from you and standing up to his full height again.

He looks ready to worship you, to devour you and it makes you woozy with the rush of excitement. ”The way I’ve coveted you,” he pauses to draw in a shaky breath, “May God forgive me.”

His hands grab your hips to help move you onto the counter edge, sitting precariously for a second until he’s secure between your thighs. You lean on one hand, using the other to hold onto him; for his part, he holds one hand to your waist and grasps his cock with the other.

Moving the tip up and down your center, burning against your sensitive clit with the heat until you twitch and gasp. Then he angles the head, pushing a bit until he slides in further just at the entrance of your pussy, hesitating as his body starts to tense up.

“I’m here. It’s okay, Andy,” you whisper reassurances, kissing him and pulling your legs up until you can nudge his backside with your heels. “You have me.”

Letting go at the base of his cock, he reaches up to hold you at the nape of your neck, lips pressed to yours and sharing air while he slides into you. The slow intrusion spreads you, pussy clenching as each inch is given until reaching the base.

His eyes are clenched shut and a low moan escapes his throat. Your own mouth has gone dry from heavy breaths and you hold him there, inside you as you let the ache from the stretch settle into pleasure.

It feels like moments go by, but is little more than a beat or two before he pulls away and pushes back in, slicker and smoother this time. Then again, and again - each stroke brings a welcome ache stoking the pleasure sparking in the core of you.

It takes a few more strokes, but he finds a rhythm - slow and deep. Wet slick spreads over his cock, making lewd noises with the push and pull that mingles with the panting breaths from both of you. In and out, in and out, then stopping to gasp as he hits a certain spot. Then he starts up again in and out, in and out at a faster pace.

The pressure starts to build, and your hips start to tilt into his strokes, heels pulling him in harder when he thrusts and holding him against you to rub over your clit.

“Like that, Andy, like that,” you breathlessly pant. “Feels so good.”

He whines out a moan, “Yes, honey. Please. Come on.”

His hands hold you tight, using the leverage to push you into his hips with each drive into you, rubbing against your clit before pulling back to hit it again. 

Airy breaths punched from your lungs start to turn into high-pitched mewls, the crest of pleasure almost there. Reaching the edge, you summon the strength to your legs, pulling him into and against you, rocking against him as his pubic bone puts pressure to your sensitive bud and releasing a rush of warmth from your center throughout your body, burning you right down to your fingertips.

Pussy quivering around him, he presses further into you, swiveling his hips and riding the waves of your pleasure until his own peak hits him. His cock throbs inside of you as he releases, a choked out noise escaping when he reaches satisfaction. He pumps into you a few more times, body twitching and jerking with overwhelming pleasure.

The buzzing in your ears finally stops and the cloud of endorphins dissipates while you struggle to catch your breath. Your dewy skin cools quickly as a draft blows through the door, making you shiver in his hold.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” his voice is hoarse.

It feels like a slap to the face with how instantaneous his regret surfaces.

Stomach dropping like an anchor, you freeze out of panic. “It’s okay,” is all you can weakly offer as a response while you struggle to not make a run for it.

“I didn’t mean to do this here.” He breathes heavily, resting his forehead against yours as you stare at him with wide eyes. “I had a whole plan, it was going to be slow.” He pauses and shakes his head sorrowfully. “But then I heard Ransom, and I just…”

Like going on a steep hill on a rollercoaster, your stomach swoops back up and your head goes light with the sharp turn the apology is taking. It’s another second before Andy continues his confession.

“He can’t have you anymore. He doesn’t deserve you, and I know I come with a lot of baggage and have a lot to go through, but I want to be with you and start over.”

A small smile clears away the lines of tension on your face and your heartbeat settles into a much more acceptable rhythm. 

“You bastard!” You swat at this chest. He jerks back in shock, eyes already pleading with you for absolution. “Don’t apologize after sex like that, you freaked me out.” Relief washes over him as he sees your smile and hears the playful tone in your scolding.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly replies. 

“It’s fine. And Andy? I’m all yours. We’ll figure things out.” You run a hand through his hair, pulling him down for another kiss that you both smile into. “Do you think?”

He hums and pulls away, watching you expectantly.

“Before you’re done we can defile a few other places in here? I have some ideas for the space behind the altar.” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively.

Which is why you were worriedly looking out of the window towards the school with furrowed brows, when the bell rang, and Jacob still hadn’t shown up. Not that he wasn’t allowed to not show up, but it gave you a sense of unease. He had been through enough, already. You began baking another round of croissants, flour going everywhere, and you grumbled to yourself that this was not the day for wearing black boots, because they were slowly turning grey. Occupational hazard.

You were so concentrated, that you missed the bell chiming and the sound of shuffling feet, until a soft voice called out. “Hey, Y/N.” Your head whipped up to see Jacob stand in front of you. Your smile fell when you saw the busted lip and the blood flowing freely. “Sorry, I didn’t come in earlier.” “Don’t think about that, what happened to you?” you rushed to his side and sat him down in one of the chairs, quickly going to the open sign and flipping it. “Asshole at school.” He said with a shrug. “Isn’t the first time, won’t be the last.” You were seething. “Jake, you… Hang on, I’ll get you something to clean off with.” You rushed to the back, found a hand towel and wet it, handing it to him as soon as you came back and sat down in front of him. “Thanks.” “Jake, listen to me. Who was he, why did he do that, and do I need to kill him?” You asked seriously. He shook his head. “It’s the dickhead Spencer. He’s… Well, yeah. He’s that. I guess I sat in his chair. Or he thinks I’m gay. It could all of the things.” You pursed your lips. You might only be 25 years old, and you may have only known Jacob for six months, but you felt protective of him. “Call your dad. When’s the break?” He glanced at the clock. “In… Like two minutes.” He scrolled on his phone, stopping with a finger hovering over the call-button. “Why?” “I’m about to beat this bitch up.” You said firmly, dusting your fingers from flour. “You’re coming with me, point him out.” He called his dad as he stood up. “Uh, dad? So… I might get in trouble. Not like, that kind of trouble again, but like… Normal teen trouble? At school? You should get over here. Like…” He looked at you and swallowed. “I’m a little scared of Y/N. She’s about to rip a kid a new one for punching me. Anyway, bye!” he hung up. “Voicemail.”

You stalked to the school parking lot, hair whipping around your face in the wind, Jacob trailing after you, and he nodded to a red-headed, slightly plump kid, who was laughing with a group of other boys. You were ready to throw some fucking hands.

“YOU!” You marched over to him, while Jacob stood back, watching it unfold. “Who the hell do you think you are?” you began, the kid stumbling back a few paces and the verbal smack-down began.

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Andy hated voicemails like that. He hated that his first thought was not again, and he drove faster than he probably should’ve to reach the school in record time. When he pulled over, he saw Jacob standing, eyes locked on a woman, who was clearly angrily gesturing and speaking loudly to the asshole of a kid, Spencer, who looked like he was about to cry. Andy got out of the car quickly and almost jogged to Jacob’s side, clocking the busted lip. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked, taking Jacob’s face in his hands. “I’m fine dad, seriously.” He glanced at the woman again. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about, because Y/N seems to be doing a great job telling him off.” He pointed to her, and Andy frowned. “Wait, that’s Y/N?” “Yeah.” “I thought she was in your year!” He said, watching her poke Spencer in the chest with a finger. “Nah, she’s like… 25, but super cool. She plays DND and stuff. She’s like my mom friend.” “She’s a mom?” Andy could almost hear Jacob roll his eyes. “No, dad, a mom friend.” “Kid, I have no idea what that means.”

“If you ever even look at him again, I’ll wreck you faster than you can scream mommy.” Andy overheard the last of the conversation – or yelling – from Y/N, before she turned on her heels and walked straight to Jacob, cupping his face in her hands. The gesture made Andy’s stomach go into knots. “Listen to me, you’re getting free muffins for the rest of the year from even tolerating being in the same room as that fucking wombat.” You said, wiping your thumb across Jacob’s cheek. Andy was reeling. He watched Spencer run inside of the school and didn’t see her turn to him. “You’re Mr. Barber, I presume.” He was about to answer when he finally looked at her.

She was beautiful. He knew beauty when he saw it. Her hair was flowing around her face, her eyes were burning into him, and her lips, fucking hell, her lips made him feel dizzy. She radiated confidence. She was wearing a blue sundress, covered largely by a black apron that in turn, was covered in flour, and he had never in his life felt this attracted to a person before. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the tattoos littering her arms, and the one, that poked out from her collarbone to her shoulder, only interrupted by the strap of her dress made his heart thump heavily in his chest. “Barber, yes. I.. Am Andy.” He swallowed thickly and noticed Jacob grin like a Cheshire cat. “Well, Barber, Andy, prepare yourself to go to the principal’s office.” “Why, did you punch the kid?” He asked, honestly a little worried. She looked terrifying, despite her smaller stature and flour in her hair. She shook her head. “No, but I did accidentally say nobody messes with my kid and called the kid an asshole, that was tired of shitting, and that if he ever tried to touch my kid again, I’d rip his arms from his body and stuff them up his ass.” She turned her head to see the very angry face of the vice-principal. “Shit.” “Will you follow me, Mr. Barber, Miss?” She told him through tight lips. Y/N followed as well, clearly ready to face whatever wrath a principal had to dish out. Andy couldn’t stop looking at her, her entire aura was just confidence and care; he cleared his throat several times to get rid of the damned dry spot, that suddenly appeared at the same time as Y/N had cupped Jacob’s cheeks.

They both stepped into the office, and when she stood next to him, Andy realized just how short she was in comparison to him. He easily towered a head above her. “I don’t appreciate siblings telling students off, Mr. Barber.” He cocked an eyebrow at the principal. “Siblings?” he asked, slightly confused. The principal pointed at Y/N, who laughed. “Oh, no, I’m not related.” She winked at Andy. “Yet.” He spluttered. She turned back to the principal. “And someone has to tell them off, or nobody will. Seriously, do you not a have a zero-bullying policy in this hellhole?” Andy snickered under his breath.   “Miss, that’s very inappropriate…” “No, I’ll tell you what’s inappropriate.” Y/N cut the principal off. “That someone can punch another human being and face zero repercussions. Zero bullying, my ass, you’re literally enforcing the bullying by not acting. I have no respect for you or anything you have to say to me, as long as you allow that to happen in your school, Mrs.” Andy cleared his throat, when the principal opened her mouth to retort. “I agree. My son has done nothing” (well, he hoped) “to warrant this. Y/N did nothing more than stand up for my son, which is needed since the school decided not to.” “Mr. Barber, I can assure you…” “You can assure me of nothing.” He said with a smile. It was the same smile he wore when he delivered his final statements in court. “I refuse to be called in here for my son, when he’s the one bleeding. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Stevensen.” He turned on his heel and gestured for Y/N to follow him, leaving the principal absolutely dumbfounded.

“Am I in trouble?” Jacob asked in the second, they stepped outside. Andy shook his head and wrapped his arm around Jacob, pulling him close. “No, kiddo, you’re not.” “Tell you what, I’ll get you a few muffins to take back, okay?” Y/N said. “Come, I was going to close early anyway.” Jacob practically jumped out of Andy’s arms and ran after Y/N, talking animatedly with his hands as they walked. Andy furrowed his brows; he hadn’t seen Jacob like this in a while, and it warmed his heart a little. He quickly followed them into the bakery, and was immediately feeling comfortable – it smelled of chocolate and fresh bread, while the walls were covered in personal art (he noticed a few drawings from Jacob hung on the wall as well), and he sat down in the chair, that Jacob pointed him to.

“Jake, what will it be today? Walnut muffins, chocolate chip cookies, something dangerous or something unexpected?” She asked seriously. “I’ll cry if you give me anything with chili in it.” He answered with a grin. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I might be scary, but I’m not evil.” You winked at Andy, who almost choked on thin air. “Unexpected it is, huh?” You kept your eyes on Andy as you spoke, and he couldn’t help the small grin spread on his lips. “Yeah, unexpected is good.” Jacob answered, looking back and forth between Y/N and Andy, his eyes glowing with something Andy hadn’t seen in his son for a while: Hope.

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On Monday after dropping Mason at the school, you headed toward the cafeteria again. It was empty, not completely, but Andy wasn't there. You smiled when the older lady did, already holding out coffee for you soon.

"What is it today?" you pulled out the bills, but she quickly spoke: "No honey" you looked at her and she shook her head somewhat obviously "you know he already paid for it for you" you sighed "In fact, he already paid for your coffee for the whole week."

You felt a slight pressure of guilt in your chest because he really was a good man to date "Uhm, okay" you mumbled and took a breath.

"Why don't you give him a chance?"

You wrinkled your nose "He's a good man, but it's complicated" you looked at the woman "I'm going to pay for his coffee for the week. Does he only drink coffee?"

"He's told us, you know" you lifted your head as the man approached "We've known him since he was a teenager. He'd run to class but he'd ask for his coffee" you saw the man's melancholy "And really, he saw something in you. But well, work is work" you nodded slightly, swiping the card as your head just kept thinking that. You didn't really feel it right, but that man really seemed to have awakened something in you that you hadn't felt in a while.

"Good morning" you mumbled as you finished there and brought the coffee to your mouth: your body trembled just from the taste of it. It was the most delicious coffee you had ever tasted.

The next morning, you were in the café choosing a flavor when you felt a voice pass by as if it were nothing, "Please stop yelling, Laurie. Yes, I'll take care of it. God yes, I know how to take care of my son" you turned, sensing the desperation in his voice. He stopped talking when he saw you.

"Here, honey" you smiled towards the woman to nod.

"Have a good day" you bowed your head and as Andy ended the call he saw you. "Good morning" 

"Good morning" he reciprocated, shaking his head. You went to your car, and as you set the coffee aside, you saw him at the counter. You sighed as you balked at any ideas you might have. You started the car, but at that very moment, a knock on your window made you turn around. 

You blinked in astonishment, seeing how this one was with his arm holding onto your door and leaning forward. You opened the window and could only see how confused, perhaps desperate, or just anxious. "Please, give me just one chance" that plea took your breath away.

"Andy" you murmured and he sighed "Understand that I can't. I can't if I'm going to treat Jacob, I can't go out with you when your ex-wife asked me to help with your son" you shook your head "Andy, I have more on you than you know"

"And that?" he sighed "Yeah, you sat down and evaluated my relationship with my ex-wife because I know you did. I know because I can't stop looking at you. And when at your door you told me that, I understood. But now, you go and pay me for coffee for a week, the same thing I do for flirting" your cheeks flushed and he didn't help but smile somewhat victoriously "Please, I'm not even asking you for a date, just... Today at the park at three with the kids?" you raised an eyebrow and he smiled amused, tapping his fingers lightly on your door "We just don't tell anything, let them meet, and sit and talk like... like two parents of kids who are friends"

"Three and a half" you looked at him and his expression made you bite your cheek.

"And on the weekend I invite him to play with Jacob at my apartment."

"Fine" this one bit his bottom lip looking at you and nodded when you agreed.

"Deal."

He nodded, walking away from the car and you saw his smile as he walked back into the coffee shop. And you watched him, as the two gentlemen seemed to party when he walked in. "Idiot."

...

And as you walked to the park with Mason, you felt the scream of both children as they met. "Mom, I can play with Jacob, right?"

"Sure, honey "You watched as Andy sat on one of the benches on the other side. His gaze was on you and you saw how his clothes were no longer office clothes. 

"I'm glad Jacob has a good friend," Andy said as you sat on the bench next to him, but keeping your distance. 

"Well, I'm the one to thank for your son making space for mine." 

"Unlike Laurie, Jacob isn't really too social."

"I think he's smart enough and selective enough, but that he doesn't have a problem with socializing." 

"Well, then he has a good choice" you didn't look at him, you just watched the kids run around and play in the games. This one stirred "He's totally independent, I think that's what his mother is afraid of. That's why she's upstairs constantly at school"

"Oh, well, it's always nice to have a mother reference."

"Every year she's taken the position. She refuses to leave it to someone else."

"Well, the truth is, very few mothers want that position" you turned your head to look at him, with some amusement.

"To avoid mothers like her, right?" you saw his amused face.

"Oh no, she... she is nice."

"Don't lie to me. I'm divorced from her."

You didn't help but let out a laugh, maybe because of the words or because of his incredulous face. "Not really, she doesn't look... someone with a bad intention, nor very intense"

"Well... don't marry her if you have that thought." You looked at him with a raised eyebrow at the words, he laughed "I'm sorry, but yes, she is too intense. Talk to me as a mother who has brought her son to the park."

You wrinkled your nose and released one hand "Just a little bit" you whispered and he laughed. You smiled. 

"Thanks for agreeing with me" there was silence "You know... when we left the office, I have to admit it gave me peace to see Mason so calm. The way he knows you work and he just stands there, at home."

You smiled, flattery you always received "Really since he was a baby I was seeing patients. He had to get used to staying there quietly. I wasn't lucky enough to have much support, let's say, so he had to cooperate" Andy was dying of curiosity to know the father of the child, but he really didn't know without asking. You let out a small laugh, looking back towards the children. "You want to know, don't you?"

"Just curious and you don't have to if you don't want to."

"It's alright" you paused and watched Mason stretch his arms as he mimicked an airplane, scurrying next to Jacob "An amazing man, huh" you looked at Andy and nodded "Really an honorable man" you shrugged, watching Andy's eyes bore into you. "But an absentee father. And well, that involved his job"

"He chose the job over you both?"

"Well, he did with Mason. With me he never had to choose, it was clear his priority. Then we'd just see him with weeks of runs, then they started to be bi-weekly, then monthly, then... three or four times a year."

"Bullshit because Mason seems to love him."

You nodded, turning your eyes back to your son "What he does...it's amazing, Andy. It's really not for everyone, but sometimes I wonder if he really wanted to give it all up for his son. And then I realize that if he had wanted to, he would have. So, now we find ourselves in an issue that his money is sent by the boss, he communicates every semester by letters and a couple of other shitty things."

"The day he can't get on with his job, he'll realize the mistake of having left the family behind."

"Well, I don't consider there ever was the term family" you swung your legs up on the seat and leaned your head back, looking at Mason. "I've told him, I've confessed to him that all cases always end the same: the child rejects the adult who leaves him."

Andy saw how you had made a place to vent, or at least talk freely, and didn't even want to move so as not to break your space. He looked over to the kids, who were sliding back and forth on the slide. "Mason will have every right to hate him."

"I really don't want him to hate him either. I know him, he would have been a good father if only...I don't know."

"I don't think he decided to be. It was his decision" you turned your head, leaning on your knees, and looked at him. He was right, you knew that, and you had already told yourself that several times but it sounded so weird to be told by someone else, "Your family?"

"My mother died a few months ago and my father is married to an Italian living there. He's always in touch with me. He loves Mason."

Andy stirred in the nod "You have friends?"

You grimaced somewhat amused at his question but avoided any ironic comment and nodded "Two, but you know, they were left in town."

"And you came just like that with nothing to hold on to here?"

Silence filled the space but for the children talking to each other. The park was empty, but the birds still made sounds. "I don't know how it really happened. I just saw the house for sale, saw the price, saw my savings, saw my stuff, saw Mason, and...a fresh start didn't sound bad."

Andy settled back, not taking his eyes off you "You have an incredible peace of mind to maintain."

"Does that mean?" you asked, raising your eyebrow.

"I have no idea" he assured and stirred as you smiled slightly, but Jacob's shout towards his father caused you both to see the two boys running animatedly towards you. You lowered your legs, seeing how both of them were totally sweating.

"Oh, I think there are two people who need a shower with lots of soap and water" you laughed watching as Mason laughed.

"There's a gentleman who sells ice cream!" Jacob looked at his father and he nodded. 

"Go on, buy one for you and Mason," you said nothing. "Can you do it by yourself?" Jacob nodded and took the money from his father to run off to the gentleman as if they were going to steal all the ice cream.

"I never sent Mason to buy anything alone" you confessed, seeing as they were a few feet away but their figures were clear to see. 

"Jacob likes to keep the change, just that" you laughed as he shrugged. 

"What do you do for a living?" you looked at Andy but he had his eyes on the kids.

"I'm a district attorney." 

"Oh- ah, really?" you didn't hide your surprise and he looked at you somewhat amused, smiling, to look back at the kids.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Of course not, but... I don't know, it's an important position."

"I like it."

"Discuss?"

He shook his head "That would give you a bad image of me."

"How could it?"

And it was two hours where they stood there, with the kids being entertained as they exchanged small talk without forcing much of anything. And that started to become almost routine for a while. Your interest in Andy aside, he really could be a good friend. Sometimes you would meet at the park with the kids in camouflage, other times whenever he went to pick up Jacob after Laurie dropped him off on Fridays. You had marked some separation, and truth be told, it was the healthy thing to do. 

"How did it go?" it was later than usual, but you had insisted that Jacob could stay for dinner, and there he was, Andy at your door at eight-thirty in the evening.

"She's the best cook" Jacob smiled and you just smiled back at him "And the best psychologist" you winked and played with his hair as he pulled away from his father to hug you around the hip. "Thank you so much."

"With organization and permission, you can come whenever I have a space available" you assured caressing his cheek and lifting your head towards Andy who was smiling as he looked at you.

"Hey champ" you watched as Andy greeted Mason with a high five.

"Hey Andy" the boy looked at you "I gave Jacob my other walkie-talkie to talk to" he assured and Jacob nodded, showing that he had it in his hand.

"Ah, so you both can communicate" assured Andy looking at the plastic one that wasn't going to work in the face of the distance.

"Sure dad, what would it be for then?" you laughed at Jacob's obvious words and Andy nodded, as if the mistake had been his.

And you just didn't avoid accompanying with your eyes until Andy left.

You liked him so much.

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You were sorting through the new photos taken of the partners and senior staff for the website and promotional pamphlets for new client packets and press releases when you got to Andy's file.

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the handsome bastard as he sat on the stool, one leg bent with his foot resting on the bar, the other flat on the floor. Those large, gentle hands, which had the previous night trailed the curved of your body, were clasped in his lap, crisp and immaculate shirt and suit adorned his body as he smiled firmly beneath a perfectly trimmed beard.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled.

"You okay over there?" Amber giggled as she locked eyes with you, setting foot into your office.

“What?” You looked up quickly

"You look a little....flushed."

“Oh, the temp…it’s warm, no?”

Amber peered over your shoulder and smirked with a flick of her brows, "damn you're one lucky bitch. I can see why you're looking like you do."

You let out a snort, all pretence gone. “He should be illegal.”

"I'd arrest him," she joked then sighed. "I'm going home, I need to do some last minute shopping before the family get in. Merry Christmas, Y/N."

"Merry Christmas, Amber," you stood and hugged her. "Enjoy the holiday."

"You too! Enjoy your parents and sister visiting." She beamed as she walked off. "I'd say enjoy Andy, but I already know you're doing that."

You laughed and watched her leave before your eyes strayed back to the photos. Exhaling, you sorted them back into a pile and dropped them into your drawer to be dealt with in the new year.

As you shut your office down, you smiled to yourself, your new engagement ring glistening in the overhead florescent lights. This Christmas was different than your first together, your relationship had taken off, you were engaged and the growth not only between you but within yourself was exponential.

You glanced at your watch and sighed with a sound, it was time to go home. Your parents were arriving with Penny tomorrow and from there you had just a few shopping days left to gather the gifts needed and set your kitchen up for your baking extravaganza which you, your mother and sister were planning, all whilst Andy and your dad did whatever they figured was holiday manly bonding time.

Shutting off your lights, you grabbed your purse and coat, heading up to Andy's office to see if he was ready to head out.

His door was open, but he was on a call. Leaning back in his chair, tie loose, top button undone. He gave a laugh down the handset and glanced up, beckoning you in with a huge smile.

You hung your coat on the stand by his door, your purse too before you shut the door behind you and locked it shut. No one was around, you and Andy the only ones in the firm this time of evening.

He looked so good the way he sat, it was still criminal. And truthfully, you hadn't come down from the high his photos had produced. While his beard had grown out just a little more since the shoot and his hair a little longer, God damn did he make you quiver.

He arched a brow, eyes flicking to the door before they moved to yours, shining with amusement.

“Listen, sorry to cut this short but something just came up,” he spoke into the phone, eyes still on yours, “no problem. We’ll catch up in the New Year. Merry Christmas, Duffy.”

He placed his phone down on the desk. “Angel?”

You spoke of nothing, only kicked off your vintage heeled Mary Janes and struted over to him in the cream sweater dress you wore, hitting the 'Do Not Disturb' on his desk phone, just in case. With a knit sock covered knee squeezing between each of his hips and the seat of his fancy leather office chair, you straddled him. Your lips latched to his in a dirty, filthy kiss as your fingers raked through the thinner yet delightfully still soft beard.

Andy palmed and squeezed your ass, pulling back, "Jesus Christ."

"That's what I said."

“What?”

"Your new press photos."

"Oh..."

“Oh? That’s all you got to say for yourself, Counselor? Oh?”

"Yeah, oh." He shrugged with you still on his lap. "Angel, you see me every day, it's not changed."

“Not like that! Jesus, Andy. You know I’m not sure I’m gonna approve them. The thought of you being responsible for ruining every pair of panties in the Northern Hemisphere kinda makes me a little territorial…”

"Who's going to even be looking? Outside a rare criminal or two."

“Everyone in the damned firm!” You whined.

Andy gave a low chuckle. "And you locked my door because?"

Your hands danced up his chest and you shrugged. “You’re a smart guy, figure it out.”

"You know the rules, you have to tell me what you want."

“Fine. I want you to know in no uncertain terms as to exactly who you belong to.” You flicked your brows as you licked your lips. “So you either fuck me over your desk or I’ll get down on my knees. I’m not fussy.”

Andy’s jaw dropped, like his brain shorted out for a second. “Holy shit, Y/N,” he swallowed, his eyes wide.

"On my knees it is." You slid down his lap and legs, your knees hitting the carpeted floor beneath you. Your hands quickly were on his belt, undoing the buckle with a clink before sliding the clasp away and pulling the zip down its teeth.

You pulled his half hard cock free, pumping your hand around his girth a couple times.

“Angel, I… fahk.” His protest died in his mouth the moment you took him in yours.

You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed, using your hand curled around his shaft to fulfill your strokes. You felt his hand come to the back of your head and tangle in your hair.

Andy grunted and moaned as you swallowed him down, "fahk, honey. That's it."

You moved slowly but deliberately, your tongue flat against the underside of his dick, teasing along the vein. You felt him throb against the hollow of your cheeks and you knew he was close.

"Angel…” his hand moved from your hair down your face, gently grasping your chin as you pulled off him with a slight pop, “get up here, baby.”

Your swollen and red lips, coated with your spit, smiled as you got off your knees, slowly rising. You turned your back to him, reaching under that sweater dress and pulled your panties down over your legs. Your eyes were cast over your shoulder as you backed into him, watching how he stroked his cock with his eyes on you. The hem of your sweater dress in your hands, you sunk down on Andy, facing his desk.

“I love this side to you,” his lips nipped at your neck as he bucked upwards, one large hand creeping up your dress to squeeze your breast. “So fucking demanding.”

"Ugh, fuck," you moaned. "I have needs, too, Counselor."

“I’ll always give you what you need,” his other hand cupped your other breast, slipping into the cups of your bra.

"Yeah," you whimpered as your hips twisted and rolled with his deep and slow pistoning hips. "Andy...."

“Tell me, Angel.” His fingers tweaked at your nipples, the way he knew you loved. That beard scratched at your neck as he kissed behind your ear.

"I need to cum," you whined.

With a growl, and still buried inside you, he lifted you and bent you over his desk. The mahogany was slippery under your finger tips as you grasped for purchase for the railing you knew you were about to get.

Wasting no time, Andy nudged your feet apart and began fucking into you in quick, deep strokes.

"Yes, Andy, please, that's it."

"Fahk, Angel, you look so good taking my dick like this," the filth poured from his mouth.

You groaned as his hands curled over your hips.

“That’s it honey, come on…”

You reached between yourselves and spread two fingers over your folds, feeling his cock between your digits, and pressed the palm of your hand into your clit.

"Jesus, Angel, I can feel that.”

You squeezed your fingers toward each other adding a tighter pressure to his shaft as your thumb replaced your palm, rubbing at that sensitive nub. You were tight, your insides buzzing with impending orgasm.

“Fahk…” Andy’s curse was broken and you could tell he was fighting off his release, “honey…I’m…please tell me you’re close.”

"Yes, so close," you moaned.

Andy took a hand from your hip and grabbed a handful of your hair pulling back just enough to get you to give a good 'ugh' from your throat. If you didn't cum now, he was going to explode and you knew it. You could feel it, the way he was tightening his hold on you, the control within shattering quickly if you didn't get yours before.

He bent forward, his hips already faltering as his teeth grazed your neck, “baby, I can’t hold… I’m gonna…”

"Together," you panted, your remaining hand curling around his neck, your fingers slaying in his hair. You wanted that beard to rough your cheek up.

He knew, he always did. His arm crossed over your chest as your back arched. He tilted your head round, cheek pressed to yours, mouths locking together.

With a handful more snaps of his hips and your fingers squeezing him, the two of you came together, tongues gnashing about as you swallowed the other's cries.

It took you a moment to regain any semblance of yourself as you took in gulps of air, Andys forehead pressed to yours.

"What the fahk was that?" He rasped. "That's one of the sexiest stunts you've pulled, baby, ever."

“I don’t…I don’t know.” You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat a little

"Well, I liked it."

“Me too,” your eyes opened as Andy pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"We gotta go though, the maids are gonna find us and they have keys."

“It’s not that late but point taken.”

Andy pulled away and slipped from your warmth. He kissed you softly as he tucked himself back into his slacks and fixed his dress shirt, ignoring his ill done and crooked tie.

"Patti's for dinner? Head into Denver in the morning do some shopping before we get your parents and Penny?"

“Erm, yeah…” you sorted yourself out, suddenly feeling a little cold and conscious of what you’d just done. “Sounds…sounds good.”

"What's wrong?" Andy picked up on it immediately.

“Nothing,” you were quick to smile, “Just hungry.”

"Angel...."

“I just…” you shook your head. “I’m gonna ruin the moment, please.”

"Y/N," Andy settled his hands back to your hips pulling you in. His nose bumped yours. "I'm right here. Deep breath in, baby."

“The last time any…anyone fucked me over a desk it…it was him.” Your voice was a whisper. “It was one of his favourite things to make me do and I don’t…I can’t understand why my mind took me back there just now, or why I wanted it and…”

"Hey..... Hey, hey, hey," Andy's arms came around you and held your head to his chest. "Deep breath, Angel."

“I’m sorry.”

"No, baby, don't be sorry. I... I didn't hurt you did I? Did I... Did I trigger something?"

“No, God, no.” You pulled back and looked at him. “I wanted it. I enjoyed it, just my stupid brain making me ask why I did when…I can’t explain.” You finished lamely.

"I didn't question it, obviously," then he sighed. "It was great. But I'm sorry you feel this way. I've learned that sometimes trauma can hit you when you least expect it and when you thought you've healed. I think it's okay to experience it if it's in a positive light."

“I wouldn’t expect you to question it, I instigated it and it was good, more than good. It was great.”

"Spades a spade then? I don't know what to do here, honey. But I want help you and I can promise you that you're safe."

“I know I am, and this is why I didn’t want to mention it.” You sighed, “it’s not what we did, it’s the fact I can’t understand why my brain took me back there. I haven’t thought about him, or any of them in so long.”

Andy's eyes were soft, sincere. "Maybe it wants you to see you've healed? I don't know." He sighed, "I'll tell you what," he helped you slip into your coat, "why don't we go home first, I'll draw you a bath and then pick up Patti's to go while you relax?"

“No,” you shook your head, “I got a better idea. Let’s go to Patti’s then stay out, get drunk. It’s Christmas.”

"Works for me." He snorted. "Let's get outta here."

“Thought we could make the most of it as when Grant comes home in the new year, we’ll have to pick him up from doggy day care, although Eva did say I could take him to the office.”

"Of course she did."He chuckled." He's not even home yet and he's spoiled."

“Well, technically I’ll be managing the office when she’s on maternity leave so…” you shrugged then grinned, “I can’t wait to pick him up!”

At that Andy laughed, his joy at your pure excitement shining through.

“Just wait, you’ll be a full blown dog dad soon.”

He rolled his eyes, "don't call it that!"

"Why not?" You smirked, "it's true."

“I’ll be his master.”

“Yeah that’s what my dad said about Bongo.”

"Well, we know that's not fahking true. That mutt runs the show. That's not gonna happen with us."

"Okay, BB, whatever you say.”

He opened the door for you and put the two of you went into the snowy and cold Colorado winter. Hand in hand you trekked across the square towards the parking garage where Andy opened the door for you to your jeep. Most days you'd carpooled unless Andy had a court appearance then you drove separately.

He turned to you when he got in. "I love you, Y/N. Please don't ever feel you have to hide stuff that comes up from the past, okay?"

“I don’t, baby, honestly. I just didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

"Okay,” he nodded, before he leaned over to kiss you. “Right, let’s dump the car and get drunk.”

You ditched the Jeep back at the condo and took an Uber to Patti's before hopping along the square and historic street, visiting each bar for what just to happened to end up being the Annual Boulder Holiday Beer Crawl.

By the time you were rolling, literally, out of bed as slow as could be, you were barely making it to Denver to collect your parents, Penny and a very dopey Bongo on time.

Your dad howled at the fact the pair of you were so disgustingly hungover, teasing Andy with the promise of a good scotch he’d brought with him to help him level up. Even going as far as to compare the two of you to Bongo, who'd been given doggy downers for the flight.

"Poor mutt's gonna be doped up until Christmas." He snorted.

"I told you, you gave him too much." Your mom groaned.

"It's doggy weed, he's loving life right now!" Penny joked. "You know what cures a hangover?" She paused for an answer. "Shopping!"

Both you and Andy groaned. Luckily, your mother stepped in.

"Tomorrow, Penny. Let's get settled at Y/N and Andy's before anything. And get Dopey Dooey here some food and water. Not to mention a small walk."

That night was relatively quiet, thankfully, but the next day you were pleased to report you felt normal again.

Between shopping in Denver and your baking festivities, Christmas Eve was fast approaching. You, Penny and your mom had planned a filling dinner for the day of but decided a charcuterie and beverage bar were the ticket for the eve. Especially with friends dropping in as an open house.

Almost everything was prepped the night before, meaning you could have a relatively relaxed morning.

Then, early afternoon, Andy walked into the kitchen where you where finishing chopping a selection of veg for a crudite platter and announced he had to pop out for an hour or so.

"On Christmas Eve?"

“Last minute present to pick up,” he shrugged on his jacket, “it arrived late, I won’t be long, promise honey.”

"Okay, I mean, be quick, Ron and Elle said they were stopping by soon." He swooped in for a kiss and you obliged. "Be safe."

“An hour, tops. Promise baby.”

"I trust you."

He chuckled, gave you another quick peck and headed out.

“You're so spoilt!” Penny scoffed as Andy disappeared through the door into the garage.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Super stud fiancé, rushing off for a last minute surprise!”

"I'm not spoilt."

“Penny, enough.” Your dad snapped

"I'm sorry, who's getting a house?"

“Stahp!” Your mom ordered, her accent strong. “Y/N, we’re not buying her a house, just giving her enough for the down payment. And when we can free up more funds, you’ll be getting the same amount, we don’t give to one and not the other. You know that.”

"I know! I never said that." You grumbled. "Penny, think about it, I don't deserve anything he gives me, including himself, but I'm grateful he has. Please for once, let us enjoy the holiday."

Penny blinked, “I never said you didn’t…” she sighed, “forget it. I was only trying to make a joke. I’m sorry.”

You went back to your crudités, hoping that Andy was back sooner than an hour.

He was, a minute sooner to be precise. Fifty-nine minutes after he left, you heard the newly installed and security updated electric garage door open (Andy’s early Christmas present to himself) and your jeep rolled in.

You smirked hearing the sound knowing he was just in time as you were expecting Ron and Elle any moment as well. You father and mother were enjoying mulled wine while Penny was texting her boyfriend on your couch.

You heard him open and shut the car door, then another, before you heard him mutter something that sounded a little like he was yelling someone it was okay. Frowning a little, you moved to the door but before you could get there, it swung open into yhe kitchen and your mouth fell open at the sight that greeted you

There in his wool coat covered arms sat a tiny, black and white spotted puppy with big and bright eyes with a big blue bow around its neck.

"Merry Christmas, Angel."

“Oh my…” you whispered as you approached them, “you said we weren’t gonna get him until the new year!”

"I wanted him to be a surprise," he said softly and warmly.

He passed the squirmy puppy over, his tail wagging so much his butt was wiggling. “Hi!”

“Oh my god!” You heard Penny squeal as you turned, a huge grin on your face as your puppy licked your nose.

“Meet Grant!” You grinned.

“Grant?” Your mum snorted and you chuckled.

“Yeah, after Dr Alan Grant…”

“Jesus.” She rolled her eyes as your dad laughed.

“See, told you it was stupid.” Andy reached out to scratch behind your puppy’s ear.

“It’s better than your suggestion of Spot, Mr Original.” You snuggled the pup and loved on him. Your heart was absolutely full.

Bongo gave an excited yip and you bit your lip.

“He’s not had his vaccinations…”

“But Bongo has,” your dad shook his head, “he’ll be fine.”

After a slight hesitation, you placed Grant down and he trotted towards the older dog who was stood, ears pricked, tail wagging.

“Look at them!” Your dad grinned, before he dropped to the rug, fussing them both. “And Grant, you’ve got both eyes and all your legs!”

“Should fahkin' hope so for the amount we paid for the little bastard.” Andy scoffed

"Andrew!" You snorted.

“It’s true!” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes as he gave you a quick kiss. “I’ve got all his stuff in the trunk, let me unload it and I’ll be with you in five.”

“I’ll give you a hand.” Your dad stood up, and then almost went flat on his face as Grant grabbed the hem of his trousers.

“Jesus Christ… spotted, little dick!” He half yelled, half laughed.

"Dad!" You scooped your puppy back up.

“What?!”

"You'll hurt his feelings!"

Andy gave you an exasperated look at your dad's expense, “he’s a daahg.”

You frowned. And hid Grant from his words. "Don't listen to Daddy. He's new at this."

“Jesus… I’m not…” Andy groaned, hands on his hips. “Whatever.”

"Ignore him, he's rude." You pressed your lips into Grant’s teeny snout.

“Get used to it,” Penny snorted, as Andy looked round the room, utterly perplexed yet highly amused. “she’s just like dad when it comes to animals.”

“You both are.” Your mum laughed. “We had a houseful when you were growing up. Rabbits, guinea pigs, fish, hamsters…”

You looked at Andy with a smile, and his eyes grew big. "No." He deadpaned.

“You don’t-“

“I don’t care, no more!”

“Not even fish?" There was a pause in conversation.

"Negotiable." He snorted and returned to the garage, your dad behind him.

"What about chickens?” You yelled after him. “Free eggs?”

"No!" An echo from both Andy and your father could be heard from the garage behind the door.

"We'll have chickens."

“Like I said,” Penny chuckled as you burried your nose into Grants fur, “spoilt!”

You looked at her, then around your home taking in all the little things you and Andy had added for enjoyment and comfort, before your eyes went back to the puppy in your arms. “Yeah,” you smiled, “yeah, I am.”

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That had been almost 2 years ago. From that day on, you had been there for Andy every step of the way. You stuck by his side through everything and helped him heal as best as you could. He cherished your friendship more than anything but he couldn't deny his attraction to you any longer and 6 months ago, Andy asked you on a date. Of course you said yes, you had wished for this moment to happen over and over again, but you never thought he'd actually happen. You've been dating ever since.

You are taking things very slow, you don't want to rush things. What Andy went through is horrible and you don't want to go too fast when he's still vulnerable. Though he swears he's not vulnerable, you both know he is. He just likes to act tough and you play along because you know that at the end of the day if Andy needs to cry or talk about his feelings, he won't hesitate to come to you and do just that.

For the entirety of your relationship, from the first day you met, you have been the one taking care of Andy. You sincerely didn't mind, your problems were trivial compared to his. The last thing you want is to add to his everyday stress.

That's why you decided to keep it to yourself when you caught the flu. Andy doesn't have the time, or the energy, to deal with his sick girlfriend. You aren't even going to ask for his help. You can take care of yourself.

Right?

Andy keeps texting you, asking why you aren't coming over or why you keep cancelling your dates.

He's starting to believe that you are going to break up with him soon. Why else would you avoid him like the plague?

After 5 days of you barely answering your texts, not picking up your phone and cancelling every plan you made together, Andy has had enough and drives to your place after work.

If you want to break up with him, then you'll look him in the eyes while you do it.

He knocks on the door, maybe a little harsher than he intended to.

The banging on your front door feels like it's coming from inside your head. You can hear and feel your brain pulsating in your head from the pressure of your congested sinuses. Your entire body hurts, every muscle aches and anything that touches your skin feels like tiny little knives stabbing you all over, all at the same time.

In short: you're in pain, you're uncomfortable and you're miserable.

It takes you a full minute to simply sit up in bed and another minute to get to the door. You're standing right next to it when the person on the other side bangs on it again, making you whimper.

You unlock the door and open it, you can't even see who is there because of how bright the sun is. Your eyes are so sensitive to the light that they start to water. Whoever is there pushes their way inside and you can hear them pacing behind you. If you weren't so sick, you probably would have freaked out.

You shut the door in the hopes that you'll be able to see again.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

You jump at the sound of Andy's voice.

"What?" Your voice cracks from not being used for days and coughing.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Andy finally stops pacing and stares at the back of your head.

You slowly turn around to look at him. If you move too quickly, you'll get nauseous.

Andy's eyes widen when he sees your face.

"Honey, what's wrong?" His anger is quickly replaced with worry.

He takes a few steps towards you but you stop him by raising your arm in front of you.

"Don't come any closer. I have the flu and I'm very contagious."

When your arm starts to shake because of how weak you are, you slowly lower it back to your side.

"How long have you been like this?"

You try to shrug. "I don't know. The fever kinda made me lose track of time."

You lean against the wall, too tired to stand on your own. "You should go, before you get sick."

"I'm not going anywhere." He takes off his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Let's get you back to bed."

"Andy." You plead. "I don't want you to get sick."

"I'm not leaving you like this." He walks over to you and helps you push yourself off the wall. He's quick to stand behind you and he holds you up, guiding you back to bed.

He helps you lie down. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" He looks at you as he tucks you in.

"You've got enough on your plate." You curl on yourself, trying to warm yourself up.

He shakes his head and sits down on the edge of your bed. He rubs your arm over the covers.

"Honey, no. You've been so good to me, taking care of me and being so patient with me. I want to do the same for you. I'll never be too busy to take care of you."

"I didn't want to be a burden." You whisper.

He smiles down at you. "Like that could happen."

Andy pulls out his phone from his pocket and calls his office.

"It's Andy. I'm going to be out for the rest of the week, maybe next week too." He looks down at you and brushes your hair out of your face.

"No, cancel everything. My girl's got the flu, I'm gonna take care of her. Ok, thank you." He hangs up and puts his phone next to yours on your nightstand.

He touches your forehead. "You're burning hot."

You shake your head, shivering. "No, I'm freezing."

"Mh. That's not good." He stands up. "I'll be right back."

He goes to your bathroom to see if you have something to take your temperature with and something to help your temperature go down, because you definitely have a fever.

When he comes back to your room, you're almost completely asleep and he has to wake you up to take your temperature.

You groan and whine as he wakes you and he can't help himself, he chuckles at seeing you so grumpy. You're always so happy, a little ray of sunshine that never complains. This is a new side of you that he hasn't seen before and he thinks it's adorable.

"I know, honey. I know." He brushes his knuckles gently on your cheek.

It takes a little negotiating, but he manages to get you to let him take your temperature.

"You're way too hot. We gotta get your temperature down."

He stands up and pulls away the covers, making you whine some more.

"Andy, please. I'm freezing."

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry."

He picks you up from the bed and carries you to the bathroom. He holds you to his chest as he fills up the tub with warm water, then helps you take off your clothes.

Andy helps you to sit down in the tub.

"This is too cold."

"The water is not cold, it's just the fever. Trust me, ok? I'm only trying to make you feel better."

You nod and bring your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs to keep them close to you as you try to warm up.

Andy ties your hair on top of your head as best as he could, trying not to pull too hard.

He gets Tylenol from your medicine cabinet and makes you take two after he made sure that you hadn't taken any earlier. Andy takes your towel and sits down on the ground next to you. He keeps your towel close to him to warm it up for when you're ready to get out.

You turn to lie on your side, watching Andy as he settles down next to the tub. He smiles at you.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a train, then a bus, then a skyscraper collapsed on top of me."

"That bad?" He sighs. "Why didn't you call me?"

You shrug as best as you can.

"I didn't want to bother you at work, and I know how tired you are when you get home at the end of the day."

He cups your cheek and tilts his head to the side, the same way you did.

"I'll never be too busy or too tired to take care of you." He leans closer and whispers. "Don't tell my clients but I'd much rather be taking care of you than taking care of them." He winks, making you laugh.

Which you quickly regret.

You rub your temple, trying to help release some of the pressure.

Andy strokes your cheek with his thumb, trying to soothe you as he leans over the edge of the tub and softly peppers your forehead with kisses.

"Andy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can you wash my hair?"

He smiles. "Of course."

He puts down your towel and gets up, heading for the shower to get your shampoo and conditioner. He walks back and kneels next to the tub.

"Can you sit up and turn around?"

You nod and slowly sit up, with his help. You turn until your back is facing him. He gently unties your hair and brushes out the knots.

Andy helps you lower yourself in the water until your hair is wet and then helps you back up.

He puts a small amount of shampoo in the palm of his hand and rubs it all over your head. He takes his time massaging your scalp and the back of your neck, hoping it'll help you relax. After a few minutes of rubbing and massaging, he tilts your head back just enough to not get shampoo in your eyes while he rinses your hair.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you." He says as he looks down at you.

"You'll only hurt me if you stop."

Andy laughs quietly and leans down to kiss your forehead.

He brings your head forward again and repeats the same steps with the conditioner.

"How are you feeling now?" He asks you as he rubs his fingertips on your temples.

"Like I got hit by a train, then by a bus." You say quietly.

"No skyscraper collapsing?"

"Mh." You hesitate. "Maybe a small building."

"That's still better than earlier, I'll take it as a good sign."

He tilts your head back and rinses out the conditioner, pressing another kiss to your forehead before bringing your head forward again.

"The water's too cold." You say, shivering.

Andy puts his hand in it and nods.

"You're right."

He pulls the plug to empty the tub and stands up, holding your towel for you. He holds your arms while you get up and then wraps you tightly in your towel, picking you up and carrying you back to your room.

You'd usually fight him, tell him you can walk but for now you just rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

He gently puts you down on your bed and goes through your drawers to get you some warm clothes.

He helps you get dressed and takes your temperature again.

"So much better." He says, relieved.

Andy holds the covers as you crawl under them and tucks you in.

"When's the last time you ate?"

"I ate some soup before you got here."

He arches a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. His power pose that he uses in court to get people to confess.

"I swear."

"It better be true." He points a finger at you.

"It is." You give him a small nod.

"Ok." He looks at the empty side of your bed. "Can I get in there?"

"You're gonna get sick."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Andy takes off his clothes, leaving only his briefs and joins you under the covers. You instinctively move until you're snuggled tightly against his side and under his arm.

He rubs your back, looking down at you. He wasn't going to sleep, not until he knew for a fact that you were ok.

"Are you really going to miss work?" You ask, almost making him jump as he thought you were asleep.

"Yes." He squeezes you a little closer. "I'm not going anywhere, honey."

Andy kisses the tip of your nose.

"Stop. You're gonna get sick."

"I'm not gonna get sick just because I kissed your nose."

He leans down and presses his lips to yours, kissing you a few times.

"Now I might." He grins.

You shake your head.

"Andy." You try to scowl him but he stops you with one more kiss.

"I love you." He says for the first time.

"I love you too, ya big goof." You answer back, half asleep.

Andy spends the entire night holding you. He drifts in and out of sleep, his brain reacts every time he feels you move or hears you make a sound. From time to time he'll bring his hand to your forehead and cheeks to see if the fever is back, thankfully it seems to be under control.

Even as he lies here holding you while you're sick, it is the happiest he's felt in a very long time.

Even if he's worried about you and your health, he feels free.

Now he understands when people say "when you'll find the right person, you'll know" because he's found you and nothing has ever felt more right than when he's holding you in his arms.