collection of one shots about Andrew Garfield and his various characters.
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WARNING: contains mature content, men showing vulnerability, pretty fluffy
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August 20th.
Andrew's birthday.
Poor guy had been working his ass off on set lately and he barely even had time to stay home with me; of course I didn't blame him, it's his job, and I knew he loves it, but that doesn't mean I didn't miss him.
Today Andrew finally had the afternoon off, and I had decided to surprise him.
Like I said, lately he hadn't been home all that much, and whenever he'd make it back in time for dinner he'd always understandably exhausted, so we hadn't been able spend some intimate moments together.
That's why I had decided to spice things up a bit; nothing crazy, but I just thought I'd put a bit more effort than usual.
Yesterday I had been walking around in the mall when I had decided to enter a clothing shop, where I got myself a new pink bedroom set. Like I said, nothing crazy, just a matching two pieces in Andrew's favorite color to surprise him a bit.
I had never been the type to wear crazy, uncomfortable lingerie, and Andrew never had a problem with that; I could wear an hello kitty sports bra for all he cared, and he still would tell me I looked amazing.
Usually I would wear casual things when we had sex, mostly because we never really planned it, but Andrew never cared.
Today, though, I wanted to do something more for my beautiful, stressed, and very much sex starved birthday boy.
Looking at the clock, I realized Andrew would be home in less than 20 minutes.
Time to get everything ready.
I sat down on the bed and stripped off my casual clothing, pulling on my new pink set, looking in the mirror to make sure it was on the right way.
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Damn, I looked hot.
I undid my braid to let my hair fall down freely; Andrew loved touching my hair, especially during our intimate times, pulling at it gently, and simply running his fingers through it.
