#hozier fluff

Somehow, at one of the biggest album release parties of the year, you found yourself bored out of your mind, sipping on a weak gin and tonic. Leaning against a corner wall, the bass of the music from the DJ vibrated through you as you watched other people dance – your bandmates were somewhere amongst them, but for whatever reason, you just weren’t feeling it. Maybe you were just in a mood, maybe it was the music (one good song for every ten awful ones), but you sipped your drink, checking your phone every so often until it became a polite time to excuse yourself. You could already taste the revelry of getting back to your house before midnight – pajamas, Thai takeout, and scrolling aimlessly on your phone while Grey’s Anatomy reruns played in the background.

Suddenly, you saw a head bobbing around the others in the crowd – standing what seemed like almost a full foot above everyone else, his thick, curly hair pulled back in a half bun, he smiled and tilted his head to the music distractedly. Your breath hitched for a moment as you saw him – you had seen Hozier at countless red carpets and events in the past year it seemed, but he was also more handsome than the last time. He turned his head and your eyes locked, making you blush, and making him smile. He gently pressed a hand on someone’s back to alert that he was making his way behind him.

As if the giant could ever go unnoticed.

“Hi,” He said as he landed next to you, sipping from his drink. Something brown and in a rocks glass, one giant ice cube anchoring the liquid.

Of course.

“I feel like I needed to come over and speak to you – we seem to orbit each other at basically every red carpet this year.” He spoke, seemingly reading my mind. You smiled.

“That’s funny – I was just thinking that.”

Hozier nodded and his eyes scanned the crowd before landing back at you. It was like he was staring into your soul. Extending a hand, he smiled, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m –”

“I know who you are,” You admitted, somewhat bashfully as you shook his hand. “I’m a big fan. I’m–”

“I know who you are,” He echoed, a smirk playing on his lips mischievously, “I’m a big fan.”

You could feel your blush deepen as his smooth words washed over you. His accent was enough for you to want to drop your panties, and his smile was already sending your head upside down.

“Your ‘Best New Artist’ win was well deserved,” He continued. “Your album was one of my favorites this year. Selfishly, I hope you guys are working on another one.”

“Wow, thank you,” You breathed, your heart thumping in your chest, “That means a lot coming from one of like, the best lyricists of our generation.”

“Ah,” Hozier waved his hand, bashful, “Come now.”

You cocked an eyebrow and smiled, “You’re going to write something like ‘I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found, I'd be the choiceless hope in grief, that drove him underground’ and not expect to be considered that?”

He simply shrugged and sipped his drink. He was blushing, embarrassed.

“This album was also very good,” He changed the subject, speaking of the current album release party. He cleared his throat, “Even though this party sucks.”

You laughed and gently grabbed his forearm in agreement, “Yes! What is that about?!”

“I think it’s the DJ,” He admitted, leaning into you, “The guys releasing this album are buddies of mine, but I’m starting to think if I need to end our friendship based on the DJ they picked for this party.”

“The music he’s playing is making me feel old,” You admitted, “I don’t know any of the songs, and I don’t seem to really like it, either. Is this what our parents feel like when we were listening to Good Charlotte and Britney Spears?”

“Not mine. My mom loves Good Charlotte.” His eyes twinkled.

You laughed. Your eyes fell on your bandmates dancing to the music, obviously drunk off of the expensive beer being served at the open bar. You were acutely aware of Hozier standing next to you, his heat seemingly radiating.

“Is it an inappropriate time to tell you that I think you look beautiful tonight?” He asked, his breath warm on your ear as he leaned down to whisper it. Shivers were sent down your back as he spoke. You turned your head and looked at him, trying to play it cool with the smile that played on your lips.

“Probably not, considering how I’ve been thinking about how handsome you look since I saw you from across the room tonight.” You retorted, titling your head. He smiled and nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“I’m reminded of your beauty every time I see you at events,” Hozier said, his hand finding the small of your back, “And, admittedly, every time I scroll your Instagram feed.”

You laughed, “Hozier is my internet stalker, eh?”

“Can you blame me? That number you had on at the Grammy’s this year?” He made a face, whistling, “It took every ounce of strength not to follow your account as soon as you were done presenting on stage.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” You asked, almost interrupting him. He seemed taken aback, so you tried to backtrack, “I mean…in a bit. We could go somewhere where…the DJ doesn’t suck? After we finish our drinks.”

Hozier quickly chucked back the rest of his drink, putting the glass on the nearest table. “Let’s go.” He took your hand as you chugged the rest of yours as well, finding the spot next to his glass for yours.

He guided you through the party, his hand never leaving the small of your back. You felt heat rushing through you as you made your way to front door, and Hozier handed the valet his ticket. He turned to you.

“Did you drive here?”

You shook your head. “Car service.”

“Great. We can take my car then.”

As the valet pulled up in a sleek Audi, Hozier thanked him and handed him a large bill as a tip. He waited until you were situated in your seat before he slid into the driver’s side, closing his door and pulling into traffic. Some sort of blues-y jazz was coming through the speakers softly.

“So where are you kidnapping me to, Mr. Internet Stalker?” You teased, looking out the window at the lights of downtown L.A.

He smiled, “My hotel,” His voice was a low purr. You exchanged a glance as he leaned his head forward, in explanation, “The bar there is really nice. Live jazz band tonight. It’s mellow.”

You nodded and smiled. As your heart raced, you were trying to calm yourself down, fiddling with the clasp on the purse in your lap. Hozier’s arm was resting on the console in between you, and every so often, his hand inched closer to you. By the time he pulled into the swanky hotel parking lot, his large hand was resting gently on your thigh.

Your stomach was in excited knots.

After another valet exchange, Hozier took your hand and led you inside the hotel. It was grand and beautiful – a $500/night type place. To the right of the entrance was a beautiful restaurant, speakeasy in style. As promised, a four-piece band was set up in the corner of the bar, playing soft tunes and creating the atmosphere of an underground jazz club.

“Told you,” Hozier said, raising his eyebrows playfully, “And the drinks are great as well. Had one before the release party.”

“It’s really nice.” You awkwardly agreed. Hozier stopped for a moment, his face unreadable. He stood before you.

“I also have a minibar upstairs in my room, if you want something to drink.”

“Oh, that sounds much better.” The coil in your belly was itching to be sated, and you didn’t know how much you could play this cat-and-mouse game of will they/won’t they. For a moment, a darkness of lust flickered in his eyes, but he simply smiled and took your hand, leading you to the elevator. He scanned his room card and pressed the button to the top floor.

The air in the elevator was thick, heavy. You both stood facing the door, saying nothing. As the doors open and he led you to his suite, your heartbeat doubled in time. Flicking the lights on, he shut the door behind you, placing the lock in it’s place.

It took all of 30 seconds before your bodies crashed together, teeth clacking and moans erupting.

Hozier grabbed you and pushed your floor length dress up so they he was able to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair. You pulled back slightly, your breath ragged already.

“So what the fuck do I call you?” You asked, breathlessly.

Confused, he looked at you, “What?”

“I need to know what I’m saying when I scream your name later…is it Hozier, or is it Andrew?”

He barked out a laugh and bit your lip, “Andrew. Andrew is fine.” He pressed his lips on yours again, dropping on top of you as he guided you to the bed. His large hands ran their way up and down your waist, palming at the skin on your body. He was moaning, grunting into the kiss, as your tongues danced together. You felt his hands leave your waist and slip your heels off, your toes already curling.

Andrew pulled away and slipped off the tweed suit jacket he was wearing. He looked down at you as he shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“So fucking beautiful,” He murmured, pressing hot kisses down your neck. “So fucking sexy. Every time I see you.”

You moaned and pressed your hips to him slightly, causing him to gasp lightly in surprise. He kissed down your neck, to your collarbone, gently slipping the thin straps of your dress off of your shoulders. Licking a stripe from your neck to just above your breasts, he smiled, looking at you.

“Fuck,” You breathed, looking down at him. You watched as he stood, slipping off his shoes and socks next to the bed. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and slipped that off, revealing his thin, hairy chest. He was lean, built lithly but strong. Biting your lip, you stifled a moan. He was on you once again, pulling you into a kiss, his hand cradling the back of your neck. His other hand made quick work of the zipper on the back of your dress, and he shimmed it down, before sliding it off of you completely.

Revealing the intricate…shapewear…you wore underneath.

For a moment, both of you stopped breathing, looking down at the ugly, functional corset that covered your body. Embarrassed, you pressed your lips together before looking back at Andrew. Suddenly, both of you were in hysterics.

“I really wish I was wearing some sexy lingerie right about now.” You said, throwing your head back and cackling. Andrew laughed and peppered kisses on your cheeks, shaking his head as he undid the shapewear and took that off as well.

“That was brilliant,” He said, wiping a tear away from laughing, “What a fuckin’ reveal.” As he took it off, you were completely nude, your skin softly pressed against his fingers. He groaned as he took you in, “That’s much better.” His voice was back to husky, low.

He kissed you once more before his fingers found their way to your clit, spreading your legs gently. He didn’t take his eyes off of you as his fingers felt your wetness. Quickly, he inserted two fingers, pushing his long digits all the way in. You moaned and furrowed your brow as he didn’t move for a moment, letting you adjust.

“You’re so wet for me already, darlin’.” He purred, his forehead on yours. You whimpered and nodded. He started to pump inside of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Immediately you started to squirm, which made me smile.

“Jesus Christ, Andrew.” You said, your eyes flickering to his fingers moving in and out of you. Heat rose in you as you watched him, the pleasure evident on his face as he licked his lips. When your eyes found his again, you found him looking at you, and not his handiwork.

“I love seeing you like this,” He said plainly, “You’re so beautiful when you squirm.”

He increased his speed, causing you to buck your hips. He nodded, his eyes twinkling, as he continued to pleasure you with his fingers. He leaned down to kiss you – a hot, open-mouthed kiss, with his tongue finding yours immediately. You moaned into it as he curved his fingers inside of you and took your bottom lip in his mouth, sucking gently. Pulling away, he dipped his head and moved his tongue to your hardened nipple, sucking on the bud as your body started to convulse under him.

The coil in your belly was tightening, and fast. Your hips started to buck faster, your wetness pooling out on to his fingers. You started to repeat his name like a prayer, and as you moved closer to the edge, your hand found its way into his hair again, tugging lightly.

“I’m close.” You whimpered.

“I know,” He smiled, moving his mouth to your ear, “Come for me. Be a good girl.”

You gasped slightly at his words as the coil snapped, bucking your hips one last time before your orgasm sent waves of pleasure through you. You moaned loudly, gripping the back of his head tightly as he bit down on your earlobe, never stopping his fingers inside of you.

“That’s it,” He groaned, his voice raspy, “That’s it, pretty girl. Give it all to me. Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”

Your head swam and your heart raced, your eyes squeezed shut because you could focus. The pleasure that was spreading through you was warm, electric – it was one of the best orgasms you had ever had, and it was only with his fingers.

Jesus Fuckin’ Christ.

After a few moments, Andrew slipped his fingers out, causing you to open your eyes, your breath coming in heaving pants. He was smiling, obviously proud. Slowly, he licked his digits as he stood, moaning.

“Jesus, you taste delicious.” He said, looking at you. He undid the button and zipper on his pants, the obvious tent of his arousal very evident before he slipped them off. Down came his pants and boxer briefs, his large member springing free, wet with precum. He made his way over to a duffle bag thrown on a chair in the corner of the room and rifled through it, finally emerging with a condom in between his fingers. Opening it quickly, he slid it on himself, pumping himself a few times as he walked back to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Are you ready?” He asked, straddling himself in front of you, continue to stroke himself.

“Actually, if you’re not inside of me within the next few seconds I might lose my fucking mind.” You said, watching him. It was silly, but seeing him touch himself in front of you like that made him seem like a god. He smiled and crawled on top of you, slowly positioning himself at your entrance. As his tip teased your wet folds, you whimpered.

Finally, Andrew slid himself inside of you in a single thrust, his forehead finding yours again. Your moans filled the room, and as he started to pump inside of you, the familiar numb feeling of being filled spread throughout you.

“So good,” You said, closing your eyes and pressing your head to the pillow, “So, so good, Andrew.”

“That’s it,” He said, his breath hitching, “Wanna make you feel good. You make my cock feel so good.” He dipped his head in the crook of your neck as he started to slowly increase his pace, finding himself deeper inside of you. The sound of your wet skin slapping together filled the room, matched only by your breathy groans and his primal grunts.

“Fuck!” You shrieked, Andrew finding a particular spot that made your vision fuzzy. Andrew tilted his head up to look at you and he smiled.

“Yeah? Right there, darlin’?” He asked. You nodded, your brows knitted together. His hand found your chin, holding it roughly, “You like it when I fuck you right there?” You nodded again but he shook his head, “Lemme hear you say it, baby.” He gently commanded.

“Fuck. Yes, Andrew, right there!” You said, unable to take your eyes off of him. His eyes darkened as he continued to fuck you, his face flushing.

“My name sounds so good on your lips.” He groaned, continuing to pump in you. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he continued to hit your spot. His hand moved from your chin to your tits, and as he pinched your hardened nipples, you moaned. His thrusts became erratic, irregular.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” You toyed with him, taking a moment to bite down on his bottom lip, “My pussy so good you’re gonna come for me?”

“Fuck,” He barked, furrowing his brows, “You’re so fucking tight…you’re so wet…I’m gonna come soon. I’m close,” His face flushed deeper as he stared into your eyes, making your heart thunder in your chest. Suddenly, he squeezed his eyes shut, his head thrown back, voice parted in a silent moan.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, the condom filling with his orgasm. He jerked his hips, almost a spasm, as he moaned your name. His hands gripped the pillows on either side of you, his biceps flexing. You smiled as he finally opened his eyes, almost in submission as he rode out his orgasm. Your hands found their way to his back, gripping him and bringing him closer.

A few moments went by as he stayed inside of you, trying to catch up with his breathing. He placed gentle kisses on your cheek lazily, finally rolling out of you. Standing, he quickly made his way to the bathroom to toss the condom and clean himself up, but laid next to you again, scooping you up in his arms.

“You’re fucking incredible.” He murmured in your ear, his Irish accent coming out with his tired demeanor. You giggled and looked at him, brushing a sweaty lock of hair behind his ear.

“I’m really glad that party sucked so bad,” You said. He chuckled, his eyes still closed. Opening one, he looked down at you.

“Me too…” He paused for a moment, drawing you closer, “Though, even if that party was fun, I still would’ve made my way over to you.”

“Yeah?”

Andrew nodded and shifted so he was propping himself up on his elbow, “Yeah. I had been trying to muster up the courage for like…three awards shows to come over and say hi to you, now. Months worth of time.” He was somewhat bashful. You blushed.

“Well I’m glad you did.”

“Me too.” He reached out and started to brush his fingers through your hair, and you couldn’t help the fluttering in your chest.

That party sucked. But you were glad it did.

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A/N: I'm actually kind of obsessed with their banter and relationship...should I make this multiple parts?! I was originally only planning on doing this as a oneshot but I kind love them (teehee).

Boyfriend

You cursed yourself quietly as you walked as fast as you could, hugging the paper bag closely to your chest. You felt an oncoming sneeze and you scrunched your eyes, trying to make it go away, causing yourself to accidentally slosh into yet another puddle, water going everywhere.

Damn it.

Of all the days to forget an umbrella.

By the time you had walked into the building, your hair was plastered to your face and neck, and you were pretty sure you’d need to buy new shoes after this. You waved to the security guard and he gave you an acknowledging nod as he worriedly eyed the water dripping off you.

By the time you had reached the 5th floor, exiting the lift, you had sneezed about 5 times.

You walked down the corridor, wincing at the squishing sounds your shoes were making when suddenly the door you were heading towards flew open and Andrew’s smiling face came into view. The gentle smile quickly turned into a frown however, as he took in your current state.

“How did you know I’m already here?” You asked, quickly coming up to Andrew, beaming at him.

“The security guard rang me,” he replied, eyes still roaming your soaked clothes. “Did you not bring your umbrella?” He asked, opening the door wider, letting you inside.

You sighed unhappily. “I swapped bags in a hurry this morning and forgot to move it too.”

Andrew closed the door behind you and you turned to him happily.

“I brought food though!” You announced, handing him the carefully guarded, and a little rumpled, paper bag.

Andrew’s eyes widened in shock.

“It’s pouring outside and you walked in the rain without an umbrella to get Thai food?” He asked, a grimace on his face.

“Yes.” You replied timidly.

“Why?” Andrew asked again, the incredulity obvious in his voice.

“You said you had a stressful week,” you explained. “I also had a stressful week and I know that nothing can be better than some comfort food on a Friday night.”

Andrew’s eyes visibly softened, and he leaned in, tilting his head as he pressed a gentle peck on your lips. You smiled up at him, admiring the sudden brightness in his eyes. His hands made their way to your face as he held your cheeks softly, his lips back on yours again. You returned the pressure, a small sigh of pleasure escaping you.

Andrew pulled away somewhat reluctantly, his nose tickling yours.

“I think you have to take a really hot shower right now, because I’d rather not spend the weekend with a sick girlfriend.” He said quietly, wide smile on his face.

You giggled at his teasing, nodding.

He took the bag from your hands and you quickly kicked off your shoes and made a beeline for the bathroom.

One boiling hot shower later, you were wearing one of your boyfriend’s biggest jumpers and drying your hair as he popped his head through the door.

“Mindless action and explosions or timeless romance?” He asked, his eyes not so subtly raking over your body.

You threw a towel in his face, making him laugh.

“We watched The Dark Knight last week,” you play-whined.

“Pride and Prejudice then,” Andrew concluded, already walking out the door.

When you finally made it to the living room, the food had already been set on the coffee table in front of the couch and the TV was paused on the opening credits of Pride and Prejudice.

You happily made your way to the couch where Andrew was sitting, watching you and smiling softly. You sank in the soft cushions next to him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly, lips pressing to your temple.

“Thank you for braving the awful weather just for me,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Always,” you replied timidly, eyes closing as you snuggled into him. “If I do end up getting sick though, I expect you to take care of me,” you teased, making him snort.

“I wouldn’t dare to leave you on your own,” he grumbled. “You’re too precious to me, darling.”

Your cheeks flushed and you knew that was your cue to get started on the food, before your boyfriend made you melt in his arms when you hadn’t even started dinner yet.

You were curled in Andrew’s side, your head on his chest, both covered in the warm blanket he kept on the couch as you watched a dripping wet Mr. Darcy confess his love to an equally drenched Elizabeth.

“Comfort movie and comfort food with my favorite person in the world,” Andrew murmured, his fingers playing with your hair soothingly. “What a good way to end the week.”

You hummed happily in response, nuzzling in his chest. Andrew’s chuckle rumbled under your ear as you fought to keep your eyes open.

You startled suddenly, your head snapping up from the comfort of your favorite pillow, the darkness around you disorienting you.

“Sorry for waking you, I just turned the TV off.” Andrew mumbled as he threw the remote next to him. “Time for bed, darling”

You grumbled, laying your head back on his chest and burying your nose into it. You didn’t want to move.

Andrew huffed a silent laughter in your hair as you felt him put his arms under your knees. Without question, he carefully lifted you in his arms and you let him, only wrapping one arm around his neck. You were too tired to protest.

Soon enough you were snuggled in bed, Andrew wrapping himself around you like an octopus, legs tangling with yours. With one eye open, you watched him turn off the bedside lamp before he turned to face you again in the darkness.

You were warm and you could feel his heart beating soothingly under fingertips, the fuzziness in your chest momentarily chasing away the sleepiness clouding your mind. You pushed yourself up on the pillow and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on Andrew’s forehead, and then on his nose, one on each cheek, then his chin, then his jaw and then you went to repeat the cycle, causing your boyfriend to fall into a fit of muffled giggles, pulling you closer into him.

When you finally felt satisfied, you flopped back on the pillow, closing your eyes as a small yawn escaped your lips.

“I love you,” Andrew whispered, his fingers caressing your back softly.

Your heart jumped excitedly in your chest as your own confession easily flowed out of your lips.

“I love you too.”

Building a home.

It’d been almost three weeks, but there were still so many boxes. You wondered if they would ever come to an end. At least most things had been put in their designated places now and you had managed to contain the mess of ‘things that don’t have a place yet’ to one of the corners of the living room.

At the moment however, you were busy with a completely different thanks of a sizeable magnitude.

Cake making.

It had been weeks since you had weekend where you could afford to spend time doing something other than unpacking and thinking where to fit all of your mugs. You were excited.

All the ingredients were already lined up on the countertop, the recipe was pinned on the fridge and the apron was on.

You opened a few cupboards before you figured out which one had the steel bowls in it, but now all you could do was stare at them grumpily.

You remember specifically asking Andrew not to put them on the top shelf, but there they were - on the top shelf, which you couldn’t even hope to reach without some sort of step ladder or maybe climbing on the countertop.

“Andy!” You called loudly, hoping that the man will hear you without you having to move.

After a muffled ‘Yes!’ back and some shuffling, Andrew walked out of the room designated as the home studio. He was wearing his glasses, his hair a mess, hinting that he’d been running his hands through it a bit more than usual. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a plain white t-shirt, nothing you haven’t seen before, but you couldn’t help but have your eyes linger on him a bit longer.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asked, his eyes warily taking in your frown.

You pointed to the unreachable metal bowls wordlessly, making Andrew release a short breathy laugh.

He walked to you, leaning to press a quick kiss to the corner of your lips, instigating a storm of butterflies, before he reached to get the stack of bowls from the cupboard. He didn’t even have to tiptoe as he grabbed them.

“We shouldn’t keep them on the top shelf,” you grumbled, not nearly as upset as you were a moment ago, as you watched him carefully take them down for you.

“Oh, why?” He asked, as he placed the bowls next to the pack of flour.

“Because I can’t reach them if we do!” You explained.

“Yes, but then when would you call on me to help you?” Andrew asked, turning towards you and smirking playfully.

“Was that your plan all along?” You asked in mock shock, nudging his chest.

He took a step towards you, making you take a step back, bumping into the kitchen island behind you.

“No, but maybe it should be from now on.”

He was leaning in closer and closer, his eyes roaming your face, but stopping on your lips more often than not. Your attention was also on him and your heart was having some trouble pumping at a regular speed.

Andrew licked his lips and you sighed, tiptoeing just as he leaned in a bit more and your lips met softly.

It started as a gentle kiss, warm presses and gentle movements, but then Andrew took your face in his hands and your fingers dug into his back and then he was licking into your mouth as you pushed yourself impossibly closer to him.

“Andy,” you mumbled, pulling yourself away from his lips momentarily, before glancing at his flushed cheeks and red lips making you press yourself back into him again. “I should be baking,” you grumbled quietly as his hands made their way to your shoulders, slowly dragging down your back and around your waist.

“And I should be setting up the studio,” he said against your lips as he slid one hand down your thigh, grabbing it, while his other arm wrapped around your waist tightly. He lifted you on the counter, your legs spreading to make room for him.

Your hands were roaming his back, then his shoulders, his chest and made their up his neck, relishing the softness of the skin there, until they finally reached his hair, tugging softly at it.

Andrew moaned lightly against your lips, making you smile and press into him more, your nose bumping into his glasses, still perched on his nose. Your legs squeezed around his hips and you could suddenly feel his hardness straining across his trousers and your hands slid back down across his torso to relieve him of the pressure.

Andrew moved his hips back slightly, just enough to give you room to unbutton and push down the offending fabric while he tugged uselessly at your shorts.

The moment your hand wrapped around his length, Andrew groaned loudly, head falling back. You bit your lip and watched his eyes close and eyebrows scrunch as you started moving.

Andrew was panting lightly, fingers digging into your ass as you shamelessly swayed your hips, rubbing yourself on his other hand that had made its way between your legs.

Andrew leaned back towards you, his open lips finding their way to yours in a slick kiss that was quickly leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“We’re supposed to be making food here,” you mumbled as a loud gasp left your lips, Andrew’s fingers unrelenting, his hips jerking into your hand.

“It’s our own place, we can do whatever the fuck we want, darling.” He replied, his voice hoarse as he suddenly stopped his movements and pulled your hand away from him. You whined, but he only nipped at your lips and flipped your apron up, his fingers grabbing the elastic of your shorts and underwear from both sides and pulling down.

You leaned back on your hands and lifted your hips from side to side to aid the process. Andrew grinned at you mischievously as you folded up your knees so he could pull off your bottoms completely.

You couldn’t believe you were sitting half naked on your kitchen island, but the sight of your, also half naked boyfriend in front of you managed to keep your mind off it.

He was back to kissing you in no time. Despite the desire flooding through both of you, the kiss was gentle, slow and loving, the warmth of his lips on yours, the swipe of his tongue on the delicate skin, all coming together to cause a whirlwind in your chest. You wrapped an arm around his neck, his whole body arching over you as you felt him slowly slip into you.

Your mouth opened silently, as he pushed further in, stretching and filling you in your favorite way.

Andrew’s movements were careful, shallow thrusts that met your hips softly, and yet he was still panting against your lips like he’d been running a marathon.

You hugged him closer to you, your lips slipping from his as you pressed your nose in his cheek.

Your boyfriend groaned, wrapping his arms around you tightly, as his movements became more erratic and strong, his warm breath tickling your ear pleasantly.

The sudden change of pace made your toes curl as the familiar pressure, you were building up towards, was released and you moaned quietly against his jaw. Your breath stuttered and your hips trembled as you hugged him tightly.

Andrew gasped, his hips moving, thrusting irregularly before suddenly stilling, his arms pressing you firmly to his chest, his face now buried in your neck,

You stayed like that for a few moments, catching your breath. When you both finally moved to look up, you were greeted by a delightful sight.

Andrew’s forehead was covered in perspiration, a few strands of his chaotic hair plastered to his face, eyes bright and his mouth open slightly as his glasses stood askew on the bridge of his nose.

His eyes met yours and he immediately gave you a lopsided smile, bumping his nose into yours and leaning in for a melting kiss, as if he didn’t just messily fuck you on the kitchen counter with half your clothes and an apron still on.

“We still have to move the bowls from the top shelf, Andy.” You said against his lips.

He snorted, but didn’t stop his kisses.

“If this will happen every time I come over to help, I’ll have to seriously think about it.” He mumbled in your kiss.

You giggled, pinching his shoulder playfully. Maybe you’d let those bowls stay where they are.

Fiancé

You leaned your head on the cold glass as you sighed tiredly. You watched the streetlights pass you quickly, almost making you dizzy.

The warm hand in yours gave you a little squeeze.

“Are you okay, darling?”

You turned to your side, looking at Andrew, who had his eyes trained on the road in front of him. He always looked so handsome when driving, you were supposed to be used to it, but you still liked to ogle nevertheless.

“Yeah, just a bit tired,” you admitted, your thumb making circles behind his own reassuringly.

“Those dinners are long, I know.” He mumbled, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

“It would help if my mom was a bit nicer, sometimes I think she hates me” you replied, slight bitterness in your tone. You couldn’t help it.

Andrew bit his lip, tilting his head to the side. If he wasn’t driving you were sure he’d scrunch his eyes closed. A sign that he’s frustrated.

“She doesn’t hate you,” he replied, the grip on your hand tightening. “She’s just mad she didn’t get her way, unlike usual.” He said, sighing. “I hate that she makes you feel like this, this was meant to be a celebratory family dinner for the engagement. For us.” He grumbled, suddenly pulling your hand towards him, making you sit up properly, pressing a kiss on the back of your palm.

You felt your lips tug into a small smile.

“Well, she has to learn to live with that, I still don’t understand why she invited him.” you said, tone still coming off bitter.

“I mean, he’s her friend’s son, I guess she was expecting for something to come out of it, she didn’t expect me in the picture” Andrew said, nodding and moving your joined hands to the middle so he could change gears as you came to a traffic light.

“Does it bother you?” You asked timidly, curiosity taking over.

“What?” Andrew asked distractedly as he took the exit to your neighborhood.

“Does it bother you that she brings another man to dinner, expecting for me to change my mind over you?” You asked again.

You reached another traffic light and the car came to a halt again, giving Andrew the opportunity to look you dead in the eye.

“No.”

You tilted your head questioningly.

“Why? I mean, it bothers me.” You said, curiosity nagging you.

The light turned green and the car jerked into movement again, Andrew’s eyes no longer on you, but on the road.

“It just doesn’t,” he began. “If there’s something I’m sure about, it’s this, it’s us” He said, making your heart flutter in your chest. “And I know you are too. I mean, that’s why you said yes. I don’t have to worry about that”

Andrew stole a quick glance at you, his eyes dark and sincere, one corner of his lips turned up in a soft smile.

You were smiling back goofily at him, eyes prickling.

“Cocky, aren’t you,” you laughed, fingers tightening around his.

“And what’s wrong with that?” He gave your hand another kiss.

By the time you were stumbling back in your flat you were already smiley and happy again. Andrew’s arm was around your waist and he’d lift you off the ground every other step just to see you burst into giggles and cling to him for balance.

When you kicked off yours shoes, Andrew grabbed your hand immediately and made you twirl before he hugged you around your middle, leaning in for a kiss.

You pulled apart, foreheads still bumping together. Andrew was smiling down at you so brightly, you couldn’t help but grin back at him like mad. He made you twirl again and held you around your waist with his other arm, tipping you backwards and making you laugh even louder than before.

When the laughter calmed down however, the tiredness settled in and you suddenly yawned, making Andrew giggle again.

“Let’s get you to bed, darling.” He mumbled, pecking your lips once more.

When you finally slid into bed after your shower, Andrew was already waiting for you, arms open for you to snuggle into him, which you did without hesitation.

You were dozing off the moment your head was on his chest, but before you could fall into a peaceful sleep, Andrew hugged you to him and pulled you on top of him. It was a new habit he had acquired recently and it never failed to make you snort.

“I like having the weight of you on me,” he suddenly mumbled. His hand finding yours in the dark, cradling it in his much bigger one. “It’s comforting and it helps me fall asleep.”

You nodded, rolling your face slightly so you could kiss his chest, right on top of his heart.

“It lets me listen to your heart when I fall asleep,” you murmured shyly. “I like it too.”

Andrew chuckled lightly, his fingers playing with the ring on your finger. Something you had both picked up as a new habit over the past few weeks. As if you both liked to remind each other that it’s there.

Husband

You groaned tiredly, flipping yourself on your back and stretching yourself as you came to awareness. You knew you had overslept just by looking at how much light there was in the room. You sat up suddenly, your memory catching up to you.

Andrew was supposed to be back this morning.

You glanced around you and there was no sign of him in bed, but you could hear the distinct sound of the coffee machine in the kitchen.

You quickly hopped off the bed and went through your morning bathroom routine, only focusing on essentials before you were padding to the kitchen excitedly.

You poked your head around the door and, sure enough, Andrew was sitting at the kitchen table, a small cup of coffee next to the book he was focusing on. Sunshine was peeking through the window, casting rays of light on him and making him look like was glowing. Andrew didn’t seem like he had noticed you yet as he pushed his glasses up his nose, flipping a page with his other hand.

To your surprise, he was wearing only a t-shirt and a baggy pair of boxers. You realized he must’ve wanted to change from his travelling clothes into something comfortable, but didn’t want to come in your room in case he woke you up. You bit your lip, thinking of how sweet can one person be.

“Are you going to continue pining over me from behind the door or are you actually going to come in and give me a ‘welcome home’ kiss?” Andrew suddenly spoke, making you jump.

He looked up at you, eyes bright and warm. You immediately felt yourself flush a little bit and, god, you couldn’t believe he could still make you heat up just like that.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but quickly walked forward. He extended a hand towards you and you eagerly took it, allowing him to pull you sideways into his lap.

Andrew smiled at you lovingly as he cradled you in his arms, swaying side to side, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he caressed your cheek with his hand and leaned in to kiss you. You hummed in content as you returned the pressure against his lips, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck.

“I missed you,” you whispered against his lips.

Andrew nodded, refusing to let go of you just yet.

“I missed you more,” he said, pulling away just enough for you two be able to breathe.

“How’s the tour?” You asked, snuggling in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses to his collarbone.

“Busy, incredibly tiring, but fun, nonetheless.” He said, caressing the exposed skin of your thigh delicately. “Have you thought about joining me for the European leg of the tour?”

“I have, I still have to settle a few things at work, but it’s basically a done deal” you said with a smile while tracing circles on his chest with your finger.

“I can’t wait for you to join us, I miss you too much when I’m away.” he said, emphasizing the last part and pulling away slightly just so he could look at you and wiggle his eyebrows. “I have to tell Caroline about a bus just for ourselves”

“Shut up,” you giggled, burying your face in his neck to which he retaliated by squishing his cheek in your forehead.

You continued to have a little game of who can squish the other more, laughing uncontrollably, until you fell back into a quiet, comfortable hug.

“Is this my shirt?” Andrew asked, pulling on the hem of the garment you were wearing.

You looked up at him sheepishly, nodding.

“I really missed you,” you admitted.

Andrew suddenly looked absolutely defeated, the corners of his mouth lifting adorably. He shook his head, before leaning in and kissing you again.

The kiss was just as soft as before, until you swiped your tongue across his lip making him groan lowly, his chest rumbling under your fingertips.

Andrew was still supporting your back with one arm while the other was caressing up your thighs, pushing the shirt up as his hand made its way underneath it.

You whimpered when he touched the peak of your naked breast and then let out a full moan when he moved to the other one, pinching lightly. You could feel Andrew smiling in your kiss and you tugged at his hair teasingly as you felt him harden under you, the flimsy material of his underwear hiding nothing.

The gentle touches and prodding swipes of his tongue continued until you were almost rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension that had built between your legs.

However, when Andrew opened up the first few buttons of the shirt and broke your kiss just to lean in to lick at your breasts was when you almost lost it. A staggered whimper broke out of you as you arched into him, your fingers digging into his shoulders and neck in a way that was sure to leave marks if you weren’t careful.

He was smirking when he pulled away, lips red and wet, and that’s when you decided you’d have to get him back.

You moved to stand up and with a little helpful push from his side you were on your feet and pulling your panties down.

You tugged on his boxers and he got the hint, lifting himself a bit and pulling them down just enough to release himself.

You bit your lip, looking at him tall and pink, anticipation building up in you. You glanced at Andrew’s face, who was waiting patiently for your next movement, lips tugged in the corners.

You reached out to him, carefully removing his glasses and placing them on the table, neatly folded. Andrew blinked a few times as he watched you throw your leg over his thighs, his hands immediately finding their place at your hips. You held onto his shoulders, keeping your balance as you dragged yourself along his length carefully. Your slickness making him open his mouth as he breathed heavily, eyes not leaving yours, the intimacy almost overwhelming.

“Darling, please,” he whined, making your heart rate pick up even more. The back and forth continued for a few long moments at the end of which Andrew was panting almost audibly and you finally cracked, allowing yourself to slowly sink onto him.

You made it excruciatingly slow, dragged out shallow thrusts that made his fingers dig into your skin and your head roll to the side. By the time he had you filled to the hilt, your thighs were almost quivering from the pressure and Andrew already looked absolutely spent, eyes half lidded and mouth open.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started moving your hips lazily, lifting them only from time to time just so you could snap them back down and cause Andrew to groan loudly. You leaned in to kiss his lips, a messy wet kind of kiss that made him jerk his hips in you, but you bit on his bottom lip and he surrendered back to your control.

You started increasing the pace of your movements and Andrew’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to exercise some restraint. You didn’t stop however and he was quickly and obviously losing himself.

“Shit,” he mumbled, making you moan in response as the erratic movements of your hips were pushing you to your own limits.

“Fuck, darling,” he moaned. “Slow-stop - I’m gonna-,” he whimpered and suddenly curled into you, burying his face in your neck and hugging you closer. He went rigid against you as you moaned loudly pulling him into your chest, your thighs and hips trembling against his own.

It took a while before you could both stop panting and were calm enough to pull away so you could take a look at each other.

Andrew looked like an absolute mess and you reveled in it. His hair was sticking up in all directions, eyes half open and lips red and swollen. A drop of sweat was making its way down his temple as he blinked rapidly as if trying to get his focus back.

“Wow,” he mumbled, making you giggle as you pushed back his messy hair.

“Yeah,” you sighed back happily, leaning in to kiss him gently after which you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

Andrew pushed his fingers through your hair, gently playing with it as he steadied his breathing.

You were starting to feel a little bit cold soon and you moved to get up, but your legs gave out immediately, making Andrew snort and groan as he slipped out of you.

“My legs feel like jelly,” you mumbled grumpily.

“So do mine,” he said tiredly, yawning in your cheek. “I’d offer to carry you to bed, but I don’t think I can move yet.”

“Let’s rest for a bit,” you agreed, kissing his neck as he wrapped his arms around you to warm you up.

A few shivers later Andrew decided you should definitely move. It was a team effort, but you both eventually made it to bed with fresh sleeping clothes on.

He had his head on your chest and you were nuzzling your cheek on his forehead when his phone buzzed from the night stand and he moved to get it. He read the text he had received, blinking owlishly at it.

“I was supposed to go to the studio with Alex today,” Andrew suddenly said, yawning immediately afterwards. “I forgot.”

“You still can, we can just power nap.” You said, opening your arms wide for him to snuggle back into you.

“Too tired,” he mumbled, chucking the phone to the side. “I’d rather stay with you.”

“At least let him know, so he won’t drive to the studio” you nagged, poking his cheek lightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist before burying his nose in your chest.

“Can I say that my wife fucked me into oblivion and that’s why I won’t be able to go?”

“Andrew!” You whined, pinching his side, only for him to burst into laughter before he swooped in to appease you by covering your face in kisses until you yourself were giggling uncontrollably.

This was Love

“hi.” he said, breathing out a laugh as you felt his calf rub up against yours and his hand smooth against your cheek to your hair to comb his fingers through it as best he could, his nails scratching your scalp ever so slightly.

you sleepily murmured a response, a quick, “hi, andy,” scrunching up your face when his palm returned to your cheek. his other ventured to your waist under the comforter, soft and delicate and squeezing the plains and valleys of your side a bit when he felt like it.

”you’re pretty.”

for such a poetic and profound man, able of expressing emotions so difficult to pin down, he was seemingly struck dumb in this moment over the sight of you. maybe in order to allow his wisdom to return, maybe in order to attempt to become impossibly close to you, his other hand paralleled the other on your waist, pulling you into his torso and wrapping around to meet at the small of your back. you nuzzled into his chest, taking in his familiar scent of a cologne reminiscent of dark forestry and a breeze and placing your own hand on his shirt at his heart to feel it flutter at your fingertips. comfortable, comforted.

“when’d you get back?” you asked, voice coming out as a mellow drawl.

andrew hummed, placed a kiss on the top of your head. “late.”

“you should have woken me up,” you whined, rubbing your eyes.

another kiss, this time to your forehead where your skin meets your hairline. his lips were warm against your chilled skin.

“you say that,” he teased, accent thick with sleep and homecoming, “but you would have crucified me had i actually done that.”

“crucified, no. pinned you to the bed in a similar pose and jumped your bones, maybe.”

you grinned, leaning your head back to allow enough room to kiss his jaw. a stubble met your lips, one that had grown out and been trimmed many times over the course of his touring, all phases of which you unfortunately, miserably, missed.

“hush. you’re dreaming.”

“am not.”

andrew laughed, you squeezed him in your arms. his laugh, although quiet in volume, felt like a dose of hospital-grade medicine to your yearning-induced blues in your system as soon as it entered your ears. his voice and presence was coaxing you awake, a process usually so difficult and taxing, flooding your growing consciousness in a pool of comfort. you missed him. you missed him like a wilted flower misses the sun. you missed him in a way that could only be equated to something of cosmic origin.

“i missed you,” he whispered. thank god.

you returned his sentiment. silence then fell like a thick blanket over you both, thicker than the one bunched up at your shoulder. it sat there for a long while, robbing the both of you of thought except for the feeling of relief. andrew’s thumb rubbed back and forth on your back, a reminder of existence so you didn’t float away. you could have sworn he fell asleep with how quiet he was and how steady and light his breathing was.

you sighed, began squirming your way to get up at least to a sitting position- but you didn’t get far, that ambition quickly being squashed by two lean arms squeezing tightly, barring you from moving away from andrew.

“no.”

a mumble, quick and straight to the point. you huffed out a chuckle, choosing not to argue and enjoy the moment. moments, andrew decided for the both of you. very long, undescriptive in quantity moments. one of his hands moved up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in closer and raking into your hair to rub at your scalp. he was wearing a gray crewneck, you noticed, with unfamiliar blue embroidery of the name of some U.S. state, vintage style. you didn’t recognize it, guessing he must have gotten it on tour at whim.

he was definitely tired- exhausted, even. the lines and circles of color under his eyes had emphasized themselves, but the sight of you gave them a certain light that made you know he wasn’t going to sleep. too many thoughts, too many things to do now that he was home and finding himself complete. he was completely overwhelmed with the feeling of being home that he felt perfectly energized- that, and three cups of coffee he had had just before laying down beside you definitely helped. he took your hand in his as if he was inviting you to a dance, pressing the back of yours against his chest. to further trap you in his web or to just get closer to you, you’ll never know.

“honey, i have to get up eventually,” you remarked, trying to convince yourself more than him.

“no you don’t,” andrew immediately replied without skipping a single beat, tightening his grip on you in case you tried to pull a fast one on him and get out of bed. one of his legs, clad in loose cotton sweatpants, swung over both of yours under the covers, effectively holding you right where he wanted you in his arms.

“andrew, i have to be a functioning member of society,” you joked, wiggling around just a little with no actual attempt to break free from his hold. truthfully, you could never: he had a hold on you and your heart so tight and driven by fate that you were damned for eternity to be consumed by your love for him.

“i can make you breakfast,” you added, craning your neck back to smile at him.

andrew hummed, clicking his tongue. “ooh. very enticing and unfair,” he said. “trying to seduce me with the prospect of food.”

“seduce? i am merely giving you incentive.”

he paused, thinking. his head tilted, as it often does when he is thinking. you took his occupation with thought for an opportunity to make a smart decision and begin your day, freeing yourself from his entrapment and slinking off the bed. he acted quick, however, letting out a noise of surprise and disappointment wrapped in one and throwing himself across the bed to your side. andrew wrapped his arms around your waist as you stood, stopping you from moving too far away from

him. not again. you figured he would be a bit clingy getting back from tour, but this was taking it too another (but very welcomed) level.

“andrew!” you whined without any real weight to it as his chin rested on your hip, grinning happily. your fingers tangled themselves in his wild hair, frizzy from travel and the usual irish moisture. his hair tie was certainly not doing a fantastic job at keeping it all back, strands thick and thin escaping its weak confines. you giggle, “you’re like a puppy sometimes, you know that?”

“and you’re like.. ehm.. a siren.”

you playfully scoffed, “a siren?”

“oh, yes, a siren,” he grins, pulling your waist in until you were sitting back on the bed. “a beautiful but relentless creature with an inclination for luring and trapping defenseless men such as myself.”

“and eating them,” you added.

“whatever,” andrew said, pulling himself up to sit beside you so he could drag you into his lap. you turned yourself and straddled his thighs, arms wrapping around his neck, your intentions for the morning entirely forgotten.

he kissed your lips, softly, like he was testing the waters. you thought your breath stunk for a second with how gentle he was- until you tried to peel away, only for him to grab your face and keep you in his entrancing kiss. he deepened it, mouth opening slightly in rhythm with yours, lips dancing together like they hadn’t in so long.

you stayed that way for a while, letting andrew delicately consume your heart and soul and very essence with his neglected mouth. you could feel his breath mix with yours and span over your cheeks, and you swear it was full of helium with how light and floaty your lungs felt. you pulled away, eventually, taking a little more willpower than you would like to admit as his charged lips pulled yours in like a magnet.

he sighed, happy and content as he stared at you with big eyes, twinkling with every overwhelming emotion he had towards you.

“you have me entirely whipped, woman. like a siren.”

“i know,” you replied, kissing his lips again. “i’m glad you’re home.”

By the window, you can see the planes landing. The dark tarmac, the rain falling, turning skies grey and the world blurry. Such busy places, airports. Happy ones, too, for the most part. You think about the journeys you have started in this place, the adventures you have gotten yourself into, the wonderful memories you have built.

A mother hushes her child past you, carrying the boys backpack, heading closer to the gate you were patiently waiting before as well. The boy seems excited, he must be waiting for someone, just like you are. You remain behind most of the group that has gathered in front of the large sign screaming ARRIVALS. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself, or to the person you’re waiting for. You don’t want anyone to notice who you’ve been missing, who you’re about to meet again.

You check your watch, for what has to be the thousandth time. Andrew should have reached you twenty minutes ago now, but planes are rarely on time. You heave a sigh, try to ignore the giddy feeling that tickles your stomach when you think of him, of holding the man you love again, of welcoming him home.

It’s a risky business, to come pick him up at the airport and to wait at the terminal instead of the car. Anyone could recognise him, take a picture, put it on social media, and you don’t want to be included in the public part of his life. None of you want to. This, what you share together, it’s just for the two of you. That’s what makes you a safe place for him, that’s what makes him be him when you’re around, that’s what keeps you safe, too. So, you’re extra careful not to be in anybody’s way, staying a few steps away from the small crowd. No one is paying attention to you, and you’re satisfied with that. The risk is worth it, though. Andrew’s been away for three months, it’s one of the longest runs he’s done without seeing you at all, and you’re missing him so much at this point, you’ve stopped functioning properly. This long distance part of your relationship is shit, but you love him, and you know he wouldn’t be happy without music in his life. So, it’s worth it. Besides, there are very few moments as happy as your reunions. Holding him against you again makes it worth the long, lonely wait.

The last time you were here, it was to help Andrew carry his stuff when he left. You can see yourself again, walking across the hall, putting on a brave face while your heart was breaking, carrying his guitar and one of his bags while Andrew carried the rest. You remember seeing Alex and Rory from afar, they were all leaving together, but Andrew had stopped while still being a fair distance away from them. He had turned to you, a gentle smile on his lips despite his eyes turning fully green with tears.

I’ll call you when I land.

You close your eyes for a second, feeling his arms around you, the way he had held you close that morning, three months ago.

Wait for me. I love you more than anything. Let me come back to you.

He says that every time he leaves, like he expects you to move on without him. How can he be so fucking stupid? How can he be so blind as to not see that you would wait a lifetime for him if you had to.

You can almost feel his lips onto yours, the skin tickles with the memory of his stubble brushing your chin, of his hot breath on your mouth, of his fingers on your cheeks.

You hear a small boy crying out, and you notice it’s the one who has walked by you just a moment before. He rushes through the crowd to an old man wearing a tweed cap and a long blue coat. Grey hair, a grin on his lips as he bends to scoop up the boy. You smile as you watch the cute reunion, grandfather and grandson together again.

That means your man should come out soon, too. Usually, Andrew lingers at the back of the groups of passengers, waiting for most people to be gone or too busy with their loved ones to pay any attention to him. So, you’re surprised when you see him towering above the crowd, a red cap on his head, his hair tied in a messy bun. He’s wearing a simple brown blazer, some blue jeans, an old black hoodie. At least three layers of clothing. Your eyes water at the sight, you can’t help the wave of fondness that washes over your heart. Him and his bloody layers…

You wave at him, trying to be discreet, but that’s enough for him to spot you, his eyes scanning the crowd until they find yours. You’re surprised again when he makes a bee line to you, moving awkwardly across the crowd, head down and apologies stumbling again and again from his lips. He’s not being discreet at all, but you don’t mind, because that means he’s almost reached you now. You don’t spot Alex, nor Rory behind him, and to be honest you don’t care at all about them. You guess they’re waiting patiently for the crowd to dissipate, but Andrew hasn’t. He’s almost running now, his long legs devouring the metres that still separate the two of you, and you move towards him as well. You catch his gaze with yours and see the same relief, the same haste, the same desperation in his eyes as the feelings you recognise in your own heart. You’re going to cry, any second now, but you don’t mind…

He lets his bags drop at his feet, his guitar case strapped to his back, and then his arms are wrapped around you, capturing you in a tight embrace, one that makes it hard to breathe, but you don’t mind. The mere sight of him has knocked all the air out of your lungs anyway, and you hold him with the same desperation.

You break when you breathe in his cologne, something woody and filled with rain, something so familiar, something that screams home to you…

“Christ…”

His voice is weak and shaking, deeper than usual, you know he’s crying too. Happy tears though. Your tears are happy and relieved. He tries to move away but you cling onto him, making him chuckle as he holds you again.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers in your ear, the arm around your waist helping you keep your balance while you’re on your tiptoes and he’s bent down to bury his face in your hair. “Jesus… I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

You can hear the tears in his voice, the way his throat has tightened, but you’re no better, so you can’t tease him about being a sap…

“I’ve missed you too. I’m so glad you’re home, baby…”

He relaxes in your arms as he hears the pet name. Your embrace is his true home, your sweet perfume numbs his senses and tells him he’s right where he belongs. Three months without you was too long, he’ll never make another run so long again, he can’t function properly anymore, and he would be lying, were he to pretend that he took care of himself. He knows that when you’re home you’ll worry when you help him out of his clothes, between kisses you’ll run your fingers down his chest and frown at the traces of his ribs under his skin. You won’t say anything, you’d never make a comment about his weight, but he knows what your frown will mean. That you’re noticing he’s lost some weight, and you’ll worry he’s not eating enough on the road, that he’s not taking care of himself. You’ll serve him an extra portion of pasta at lunch, a few hours later, after you’ve taken a shower together and spent a few hours catching up on the intimacy and pleasure you’ve missed on these past months. He’ll say nothing, and eat everything, and he won’t say it but he’ll feel that warm feeling, that radiant fondness he has only for you, because you take care of him… because you love him…

He's waited so long to hold you, it feels like a lifetime ago since he left. Touring is hectic and generally makes him lose track of time, but this time around he was away from you for too long. He had been counting down the days till he would be home for the past month. He’s never staying away for so long again… never again…

You move your head to kiss him, he knows that’s what your hand in his hair means, and he meets you halfway, turns to kiss you, at long last. He’s waited so long for this, and he doesn’t know how you do it. How kissing you, even after years of relationship, is still as exciting as your very first kiss. How he still has the same butterflies, the same warmth in his chest, the same stammering of his heart. Although, he’s wrong, it’s not quite the same, he realises it now. It’s better, thanks to all the time you have spent together, all the love you have nurtured for each other along the years.

When he pulls away, he holds your face in the palm of his hand to look at you, to study your face, committing each detail to memory, even if he already knows every millimetre of your face, of your entire body. He dries your cheek with his thumb, gives you an emotional yet bright grin.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, making you smile.

“Hey, handsome,” you answer, making him stupidly giggle.

He feels giddy, like a schoolboy, euphoric even.

And you feel the same. You straighten his cap on his head, you’ve messed it up when you kissed him and got a little carried away. You have a million things to say, a thousand stories to tell him despite talking with him on the phones almost daily, a billion kisses to shower him with and all you can think now that you stare at his handsome features is the bed you share together and the feeling of his skin against yours, how you long to feel it again.

You’re about to tell him that you should go home. He’s going to nod, and kiss you again before grabbing his things and heading out of the airport without waiting for Alex and Rory. He’s told them goodbye when they picked up their luggage, and he won’t even think about them when you hold onto his arm and pull him towards the exit. He’s going to let you drive because he’s tired after his flight, and it’s your car anyway. You’ll chat, and he’ll call you a goddess for having a thermos of black coffee waiting for him on the passenger seat. You’ll head home and spend the day together, and the week together, and the month together, as much time as you can, before he has to leave again.

But for now, there is something important that you must remind him of, the most important thing in your life. He too has something important to say, and you giggle when you both realise you’re saying the same thing at the same time.

“They’re going to notice we’re gone, we’re going to get caught,” I say while tugging his hand. I can’t help the fit of giggles that follow. 

“Love, we’re only going to get caught if you’re loud,” Andrew replies, and the heat building in my stomach drops. We continue down the long hallway until we hit the staircase. I’m ready to start tiptoeing up them, trying to remind myself to avoid the squeaky stair halfway up, when Andrew pulls us into the small closet built under the stairs instead, causing me to gasp. 

“This is way too close to everyone else!” I hiss under my breath. 

He laughs while tugging me in further. “We have about ten minutes before Marlow comes looking for me; better make them count.” 

 My protests quickly fail as he attaches his lips to my throat, my ultimate weakness. He pulls me against him as he pushes the door shut with a soft click. I’m holding on to his arms as though they’re life preservers keeping me from drowning in all of him. I feel the low rumble of his laugh as he peppers soft kisses trailing up to my lips. 

As soon as Andrew’s lips touch mine, I feel myself drown. It’s intoxicating as I spiral from our kiss. I let my hands roam over his arms, chest, anything I can touch. It seems as though he feels the same way with the way his hands are pulling my dress up over my thighs. I can feel his fingers slip over the outside of my thong, looping into each side. With one quick movement, he pulls them down and falls to his knees simultaneously. He looks up through his lashes at me, and god, is it a beautiful sight. His pupils are so blown out that I can barely make out the green of his eyes I love so much. I’m breathless looking at how gorgeous this man is. I feel lucky. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, love. I need to taste you.” Andrew sounds desperate as he plants kisses on my thighs, almost like he’s waiting for me to permit him.

“Please,” my voice comes out breathless, almost inaudible, but it’s all he needs. He takes his fingers and separates my folds to give me one long swipe of his tongue. I forget our rules, where we are, for a moment, and moan in relief. Finally, my man is where he belongs. 

“You have to stay quiet, love, or I can’t let you finish.” 

My hands instantly go to the back of Andrew’s head. “Sorry, sorry, don’t stop.”

“My needy girl, what am I going to do with you?” He doesn’t give me time to respond as he expertly finds my clit. I’m focusing hard on not making a sound, but I can’t help the whimper that comes out of me when he inserts a single finger. The scrape of his beard on the inside of my thighs is deliciously painful. 

“More, please give me more.” I’m close, something that always happens fast with him. I feel him chuckle, which just makes my clit hum in pleasure, but he complies. I feel the second finger enter me, and I slowly become untethered. My hands are lost in his unruly curls as I hold him against me, chasing my release. His fingers curl inside of me, and I come entirely undone. It’s hard to remember to stay quiet when he makes me feel this good. When he’s sure I’ve come down, he rises from his place on his knees. 

“I need to feel you,” Andrew whispers against my ear as he turns me around. I hear the zipper of his pants before he shrugs them down his thighs. He places the crown of his cock against my entrance, and I can’t help but push up against it; the anticipation is unbearable. 

“My desperate girl can’t wait for me, can she?” My head shakes in response as I hear him tsk behind me. “You know the rules, babe. Use your words.” He slowly removes his cock so he isn’t touching me anymore. 

“Please, please. I need you. I can’t wait.” He’s right, I am desperate for him. 

I hear Andrew’s low chuckle behind me as he repositions himself at my entrance. He doesn’t give me any warning at all before he’s bottoming out inside of me. The mix of our moans fills the tiny closeted space while he brings up a hand to my neck. With his hand slightly tightening on my throat and the other gripped onto my hip, he starts to thrust. 

“You’re so wet for me. Just for me. God, I love being inside you.” Andrew murmurs in my ear. I feel myself melting for him. I press my ass back and spread my legs even more, trying to get as much of him as I can. 

“You need this too, don’t you, babe? My naughty girl, I love when she comes out to play.” I lightly moan in response to his words when his hand gives a warning squeeze around my throat. 

“My naughty girl still needs to be quiet. Wouldn’t want to be found, would we?” 

“No, sorry, please.” My breath hitches in my throat as Andrew thrusts into me at a steady pace. His hand slowly travels up my side as his languid thrusts continue until he reaches the peak of my breast. My nipple is hard, and I need more from him. I don’t have to say anything as he pinches my nipple and gives me the pressure I am desperately searching for. 

“You feel so good, pleasedon’tstop.” I barely recognize my own voice anymore. I love when sex with Andrew sends me into another dimension. 

“Let me feel you come, love, come undone for me.” My orgasm is right on the surface as I listen to his words, but once his hand deserts my breast and makes its way to my clit I am entirely done for. 

It’s hard not to whimper as I come on Andrew’s cock, and it’s hard not to moan when I feel him release inside of me. It feels as though there’s no more air in this closet, just Andrew and I. He stays behind me for a moment, maybe two, just holding me in our post-coital bliss. When he’s ready, he finally pulls out of me, and I can’t help but whimper at the empty feeling. 

Andrew moves around me and cleans me up with my discarded panties. After  he puts them on the shelf out of view, “I’ll come back for these when everyone leaves.” He says as he presses a kiss to my temple. 

“You better not forget them, I swear, Andrew.” 

“Swear what?” He presses a kiss to my lips. “I know how to get on your good side, love. I’m not worried.” He laughs that glorious laugh; it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. He unlocks the closet door and looks back at me, “ready to go back?” 

“Do I look okay?” I ask as I smooth my dress back out, trying to look as normal as possible. Andrew takes my wrists and stops my movements. 

“You, my love, are ethereal.” A single kiss to my forehead. “Let’s go.” 

As we walk back down the hallway , the voices get louder and louder, seemingly right on time; a small pair of footsteps is running towards us. 

“Uncle Annndreeeewww!!” Marlow bellows. “I’ve been looking for you! Have you been playing hide and seek?” She erupts into a fit of giggles as Andrew lifts her above his head. 

“Absolutely was, Mar. Good job! You found us.” 

I can’t help but laugh behind them as we walk into our living room to be greeted by everyone else. 

“You two were gone for quite some time.” Our friend calls from the other side of the room.