Finding You

The one where Andy is infatuated

A/N for this part: this was my attempt at showing their housewife and innocence kink.

Andy's P.O.V.

"It's so easy to make her flustered," I commented, eyes following her figure as she twirled around the kitchen, making pancakes from scratch. "One little compliment and she's a mess of giggles."

Beside me, Steve just nodded, drinking the freshly squeezed orange juice while his eyes trailed after her too. How long had it been since we had anything made for us to eat? Something that wasn't straight out of a box?

"Every time I see her taking care of us," I continued, inhaling deeply at the effort it was taking me to control myself. "I just want to bend her over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until she's crying."

The image was so vivid in my mind I was startled to feel Steve's hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me away from my thoughts. "Patience, brother," he reminded me, and although I nodded and rested back against the chair with a sigh, I couldn't help the way my body was reacting to her.

It's not like Steve was helping my situation either.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he kissed her lips when she brought us the pancakes she had been preparing, and I struggled not to grind my teeth together. Lucky bastard. I knew I wouldn't be feeling as aggressive towards their show of affection if I was already able to give her my own.

But we were taking this slow. We were warming her up to us - well, Frank and I were. And it was paying off, as hard as it was to hold back from our desires. She had become more accepting of our presences and in turn, this allowed us to get to know her better.

I tried not to focus on the fact that getting to know her only made me even more desperate, although it was the truth. What had started as biological and physical attraction had morphed into so much more.

She was... adorable. To say the least. Besides being caring and nurturing, she was funny and genuinely interested in what we had to say. It had been years since we had the opportunity to interact with people who weren't from our world and even though she was one of us now, she hadn't been born into it.

The fact that she was so open to accept us as we were made it clear that it was in her true nature to be accepting of anything and anyone. And it fascinated me as much as it terrified me, as I realized her innocent appeal could easily make her prey to someone else's ploys even though in the walls of this house, it only served to make my cock hard and throbbing.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She scrambled to get away from me when she noticed I was hovering over the threshold of the living room while she was dusting off the cabins. I wondered if she knew she was nesting, preparing the space to make it more comfortable for her and her mates.

"No, stay!" I caught her wrist right as she was trying to slip away from me, her entire body freezing under the simple touch, the electricity coursing through my veins at our connection undoubtedly firing her up as well.

"Let's talk." I gently pulled her towards the couch, and she came without much resistance. I took notice of the way she didn't push herself away from me, seemingly unbothered by my knees touching hers, and so I kept her hand in mine, rubbing my thumbs against the back of it.

"How are you settling in?" I wanted to make sure she was okay, the Alpha in me eager to do whatever it would take to have her open up to me. Licking my dry lips, I focused on her and her body language, how her eyes kept meeting mine before she averted my gaze, almost as if she was telling herself not to stare at me directly.

"I... I like it here," she admitted, playing with the edge of her skirt with the hand that wasn't held by me. "I like taking care of you all." The clarification brought a smile to my face, understanding that she meant our company was what eased her into this situation, and I patted myself on the back for a job well done, making a mental note to congratulate Frank on it too.

But the way she bit her lip, adjusting her dress over her thighs warned there was something she was holding back. "But..." I pressed, smiling softly so she'd know I wasn't angry or irritated, just genuinely interested in understanding what was going through her head so I could take better care of her.

"I do feel... restless," she explained, avoiding my eyes in unwarranted shame. "Incomplete." Inhaling deeply as I processed her confession, I struggled to reel myself in at her words. Was it wrong that it thrilled me?

Knowing she felt it too, this connection, this need for our touch... It was too much, and yet not nearly enough. "Look at me, bunny." I squeezed her hand, waiting until her gaze met mine to assure her, "You won't feel that way for much longer. I promise."

It took her a while to answer, seconds that slipped by as I got lost in her eyes, until I felt her own hand squeeze mine. "I know." She bit her lip so her smile wouldn't become a full grin, but it filled my heart with joy just the same. "I feel... safe with you. I trust you."

I couldn't hold back anymore. "You're such a tease," I chuckled, shaking my head at her wide eyes. She really had no idea of her allure, it was unbelievable. I could only anticipate the fun we'd have corrupting her innocence.

"How so?" She questioned, and all I could think to do was to pull her close and kiss her forehead, taking advantage of the proximity to breathe her in. I wasn't expecting to feel so electrified by the skin-on-skin contact that my mouth would end up falling to her lips, capturing them in mine as my hands went around her back to press her even closer.

When I painfully had to part to catch my breath, I couldn't stop myself from leaning over and kissing her throat, licking my lips to chase her taste as I forced myself away. I had to leave before I lost all control.

"Goodnight, honey," I smiled, raising her hands to kiss the back of them. "I'll dream about you tonight. Maybe you'll dream about me too." I hoped she didn't notice the way I was walking, trying to make it look normal despite the achingly hard cock throbbing against my thigh.

Then again... Maybe I was counting on her to see it.