Look East | A Hozier Fanfiction |

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PART THREE

Molly sighed happily as she rolled over in bed next to Andrew. Light filtered through the hotel room curtains and illuminated the panes and valleys of his face. He had one arm above his head on the pillow and the other underneath her, breathing steadily. She yawned silently. After the final show of the tour the night beforehand, they'd gone to tour wrap drinks with the band and some of the crew and didn't get back to the hotel until well past three in the morning.

He slept soundly and barely registered her movements as she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He was exhausted, but happy to be home. Months of travel had taken its toll on him and he was in desperate need of winding down in his own space. It was still foreign for him to think of Molly coming home with him permanently, but it was something he was happily adjusting to. He expected a few conflicts as they adjusted to living together full time, but he welcomed them because it meant she was there for good.

When she was done, she slid back under the blanket. She brushed her fingers along his cock, pleased to find it hard in his sleep. As she moved further under the thick comforter, she slipped her mouth over his length. Andrew inhaled sharply in his sleep and let out a contented sigh. She rolled her tongue around the tip and sucked softly until she felt his hand come down on top of her head. His fingers threaded in her hair and a hum started in his throat.

Molly smiled to herself as his other hand came down and settled on her cheek. He was awake now. Very little could draw him from sleep after a long night, but she knew all of the secrets. She knew that if she slid his cock all the way to the back of her throat he'd growl deep in his throat. And he did. She knew that if she rolled her tongue along the sensitive underside he'd hiss and curse. And he did. She knew that if she slowed to a glacial pace, sucking harder, he would push her head down and arch his hips. And he did. Finally, she knew that if she brought her fingers to his balls, he'd jerk her head up by the hair and pull her face toward his. And he did.

Andrew kissed her hungrily, pleased at the wake up call she'd given him. The evening before had been a long one, with the show and then drinks with the band going late into the evening. But it was made easier by Molly's pressence and knowing it wasn't just for the night or weekend. He bit her bottom lip gently, knowing she'd understand what he had planned. She hummed softly against his mouth as he released her hair and moved to flip her over.

Molly sighed happily as he settled his weight on top of her, the familiar feeling greeting her like an old friend and sending a shock of heat through her body. He moved down her body, nipping at each place he knew she'd respond to: the hollow of her throat, both  of her hardened nipples. He ran his tongue along the words inked into the skin on her ribcage. She arched her back when he moved further, trailing his tongue over her olive skin as he went.

By the time he reached her pelvis, Molly's body was practically vibrating. He eased her legs apart with gentle hands before dipping his head between her thighs and running his tongue across her wet core. He inhaled deeply as she moaned above him and he thought back to the first time he'd ever seen her naked. He'd been so caught up in the frantic call of sex that he'd barely noticed the small details about her.

Now, it was all he could do not to stare, to take her in completely. Hungry eyes taking in every inch of her body. How he'd missed her in those long months on tour. Video calls in foreign hotel beds and his bunk on the bus had been cold comfort compared to being next to her and feeling the heat of her body. He ran his tongue over her clit, the way she moaned was music to his ears. It was a song he could listen to every second of the rest of his life.

"Fuck, Andrew," she purred.

He smiled. The way she said his name was intoxicating, spurring him on. Molly arched her back and brought her fingers to his hair, sending shivers across his skin. He knew when she was getting close. Her voice would hit a specific note and he knew she'd come crashing down. Her body would tense and her mouth would open in a surprised 'O' as waves of ecstasy washed over her. It always gave him a sense of pride that he knew her body so well, like he knew his favorite guitar. He could play her without looking and knew that the notes would always ring true.