Poison Ivy

Chapter Five: Boy am I glad there's only one of you

- I'll be in the corner, hanging my head in shame at this chapter and it's length if anyone needs me... Enjoy! ~Talia. xoxo. -

I collapsed with Andy on top, lying just as breathless as him, his chest heaving up and down furiously.

For a moment we stayed in that position – me underneath Andy, with a feeling of satisfaction running throughout my whole body – our bodies were warm and sticky with sweat – sweat we both worked gloriously hard to produce – before Andy pushed himself up, out and off of me, my body lurched forward, my back arching and one final groan broke from my lips. I dropped back against the coffee table, watching closely as Andy heaved himself, tiredly, onto the sofa a few feet away. He was still catching his breath and his eyes were shut.

I rolled my head to the side and sighed inwardly, letting my eyes droop shut.

I was exhausted.

Andy was the first to speak. His deep voice, cutting throatily through the silence.

"You should go." Was what he chose to lead with.

I could hear his breathing becoming steadier with each word he spoke.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked in disbelief.

I heard him manoeuvre from the sofa to where we had first began in the room, picking up his clothes and shoving them back on.

"You need to go." He re-announced, throwing, what I presumed was my clothes, at me.

I grasped the shirt and trousers in my hands and groaned, sitting up.

I reached for my bra which had landed near the table after he aimed it towards me, and slipped it on, clipping the hooks securely.

I pulled my shirt onto my back and fastened the buttons, eyeing Andy as I sat half naked on the coffee table.

"You're kidding, right?"

Andy shook his head. "No. I think you should go."

"I heard you the very first time-"

"But yet, you're still here."

"-Why should I go?" I slipped on my work pants, not bothering to search for my thong whilst Andy was still in the room.

"Because I'm not planning to, but I don't want to look at you."

"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "Who says things like that?"

Andy gave me an incredulous look, waving a hand out in front of him.

"Oh, yes, of course... you do."

He nodded a smirk on his lips. He was undeniably proud of what he'd said and done – whether that be now, or the past hour, I wasn't sure. But he was proud.  "Exactly."

"Boy am I glad there's only one of you in this world." I muttered. What they say is true. A leopard really does not change its fucking spots. Andy just hid his for a little while.

"Touché." He held his hands up in a gun shape, made a boosh noise, blew on it, and then holstered his pretend weapon. Then he hooked his thumb to the door. "So are you going to leave?"

I stood up and walked across to him, he didn't even flinch as I raised my hand, calling my bluff. However, he did blink in shock and clutch at his face when I struck his cheek. Hard.

"Now I'll leave."

- I should really start writing stories that have structured chapter lengths, I mean, this is ridiculous! I've had awesome feedback so far , though, (especially for 'I could get you a stool.') so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that nobody actually minds the varying lengths of each update... thank god for that!  ~Talia. xoxo. -