Instincts

Morning

Note: 18+ Content

Andy wraps his arms around her, and she scoops closer, resting her head on his shoulder, her hair sprawled over his chest.

She runs her fingernails along the side of his torso, lazily scratching up and down, it tickles him, which is a strange feeling to him. It is pleasant of course, and soothing, and Andy finds that he likes that he gets to experience something so ordinary, yet so new. In return, he runs his fingers through her hair.

Allie falls asleep naked, limbs intertwine with his. He wonders where she goes when she dreams, if she dreams of fantastic, beautiful worlds, or ordinary things that make her happy. If she dreams of him.

He lets her sleep, enjoys the rhythm of her breathing, the fact that his mind is quiet for a while. Andy is going to go down to the station tomorrow and get Caz out of there, Allie will be upset in the morning when she remembers why she was in his apartment last night in the first place. As much as Caz irritates him, he understands why he would go after him.

If she were to leave, would Andy follow?

There it is, that reluctance. He can't let her go, he hasn't had enough, and he doesn't know if he ever will.

He needs to deal with Lance. The sooner the better.

It is Allegra who seeks him again. She believes she is dreaming and that will make the most out of the night before she has to wake up. So her lips seek his skin, and hips grind against his thigh, her pussy never really stopped being wet. Andy was barely falling asleep, but the moment she kisses him, he turns and pins her down on the bed. Her eyes flutter up, focusing on his before she smiles.

"I am going to tie you up now." Andy warns her, lips lowering on her neck. "And I am going to devour you."

He had the handcuffs ready by the nightstand. They are made of soft leather, handcrafted to be sturdy and comfortable. Andy did his research.

He grabs her hands and brings them over her head. Straps her wrist in place on the headboard.

Allie bites her lip, waking up completely to her reality. It is better than her dreams ever could be.

For the rest of the night, Andy does what he promised. There is no inch of her skin his tongue does not lick, his lips kiss. He spends his time teasing her nipples, so much so she begs him to end the torture and fuck her again.

He does, with his tongue in between her folds and into her entrance. He does with his fingers, over and over until she is over the edge and screaming his name, hands straining against the restrains, her thighs shaking and a mess soaking on his bedsheets. He does, slides his cock back in, coaxing one last explosive orgasm out of her already overstimulated body, her legs over his shoulders, his hands holding her hips for balance.

It isn't until he is dressed for the day, freshly showered and looking sharp at 6 am, that he undoes the handcuffs. Allie is exhausted. Sore in the right kind of way. She doesn't want to move from the bed, is not ready for the night to end.

Reality is closing in and she wishes to ignore it as long as she can.

Andy sees she is awake, and climbs into bed to give her a sweet kiss.

She is not expecting it. One thing is fucking, another one is this sweet intimacy he is offering her, and that she shouldn't accept. They have broken too many rules already, falling in love is not in the cards.

But this is Andy, handsome as hell, smells like heaven, Andrew Barber. And she couldn't turn her head away.

"Don't come into the office today, I will manage." He tells her when he pulls away. She wants to tug at his tie and bring him into bed again.