Androgynous Love

Come a little closer.

After you "Mrs Pearce" *He was laughing and had a beautiful smile on his face*.

Why thank you dear "husband" *Tatum giggled and was smiling just as widely*.

They sat down at a booth in the back.

Well, I have to say "husband" we had a world record for courtship, marriage and divorce.

It's been 24 hours since we met and we are already getting divorced. Ha ha!

Who says? We can be husband and wife till we get home, can't we?

Pfft Ha! I suppose, let's hope we don't run into someone else who knows you because that will be difficult to explain.

Nope, Not difficult at all.

We met when you climbed into my bed, made me breakfast and we eloped, done and dusted.

Ha ha, Okay, you have a wild imagination but let's go with that.

Their food and some coffee arrived; the waitress was quick and efficient.

She also picked up on Andrew's aversion to speaking to anyone but Tatum.

Tatum had placed the orders while the waitress was being ignored by Andrew completely.

The waitress left them to enjoy their meal.

I'm having a blast. *He said softly*

You're sadistic ha! That poor girl was kind of cute and very pretty.

I don't think so.

Oh! Why not?

Not my type.

So tell me what's your type dear "husband" ha ha *giggling*

It's changed. *he was acting grumpy suddenly*

Andrew?

Yes?

Why are you getting angry?

I'm not angry!

Yes you are, the moment I said that girl was pretty you got angry.

...

I won't let anyone else touch you while I'm around, so please talk to me. I will speak to everyone for you. I'll be the extension of your hand till I'm no longer needed, but you have to talk to me, please.

*sigh* I'm angry because... She insulted you.

What? You don't have to be, it wasn't an insult.

She said you're a surfboard.

But I am, it's only natural...

Huh? What do you mean?

*Shit! I made a mistake* *Think Tatum think* I exercise a lot, so it's only natural that I have a flat chest.

Oh! Okay, so it didn't bother you?

It didn't. *Squeezing his hand*

Andrew?

Yeah?

You're going to have to let go of my hand, so you can eat your lunch.

I don't want to. He said grumpily

Hmmm... What about I come to sit next to you, with our legs touching?

Mm... Okay.

Tatum got up and scootched into the booth next to Andrew.

When their thighs were flush against each other, Andrew slowly let go of Tatum's hand.

Where their legs touched both were experiencing a tingling warmth that was slowly spreading.