Addicted To You

Craving You

Being alone with Tyler Blackburn in his apartment.

Something that isn't easy to do, especially after he's seen you naked. And touched you. And did things to you that aren't exactly appropriate to say.

Ashley takes off her jacket and kicks off her shoes, feeling tension rise between the two of them.

"So, I could give you one of my shirts to wear while we watch movies? It'll make you more comfortable." The actor says while rubbing the back of his neck, wanting to be polite and as much of a gentleman to her as possible.

It works. She's smiling and nodding her head as she follows him into his bedroom to get a shirt.
Tyler opens his dresser drawer and pulls out a shirt she knows and loves, the Led Zeppelin shirt. The shirt he let her wear when she was wearing a slip on a night out, freezing.

Ashley's eyes light up at the sight of the t-shirt that she once stole from him for months, but finally returned. Except this time she won't give it back, but he doesn't know that. Yet. Without shame, she takes off her jeans and her shirt right in front of him, leaving her in her underwear and oh god, she's not wearing a bra. But hey, it's nothing he hasn't seen before, right?

His breath gets caught in his throat, nearly choking on air at the view of her. So perfect. So kissable. So touchable. So irresistible.

His eyes read hunger instantly, trying not to let his wandering eyes get the best of him but clearly failing.

That's when she notices, when she looks up to notice his heated stares, instantly finding herself hot from it. "Ty..." She whispers, biting at her lip while she slips on his shirt.

His brown orbs that are slowly turning dangerously black snap up to hers, taking in a large intake of air.

"You surely know how to kill a guy without even trying to, Ash." He teases in an attempt to lighten the mood, trying his best to ignore the sudden tightness of his pants.

Two can play this game.

Tyler unbuttons his pants and takes them off too, leaving him in his tight boxers, highlighting all the "right" stuff.

They're both playing with fire, praying not to get burned.

Now Ashley is the one doing the staring, her bottom lip finding it's way in between her teeth again as she looks.

A smirk plays over his features, walking over to her and getting in her personal space, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Let's eat. I'm starving." He husks, watching her shudder in her spot.

Damnit. He knows what he's doing, knows how to get her going.

Ashley grabs his hand and starts walking out his bedroom door with him, forcing him to follow downstairs and to the couch. They reach it and they both sit, knees bumping against each other, the littlest of contact making them go mad.

He needs to get distracted, to think of something else, to say something.

"Two large pepperonis?" He suggests, turning his head to look at the goddess beside him.

"You know it, handsome." She laughs lightly, doing what she does best. Joke around.

It's their thing. It's their thing to make each other smile and laugh, to keep the other at ease.

He grins and nods his head, picking up the phone to call and order. Once that's done, he turns on Netflix and starts going down the list.

"Ooh! Let's watch Grease!" The blonde exclaims, deciding that it seems like a good time to watch the movie. Tyler chuckles and hits play, wrapping an arm around her as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Her head rests on his shoulder, cuddling into him as she watches the movie.

She's coming to terms with this. He's her rock, her best friend, her shoulder to lean on. Except now he's becoming even more to her, something she always suspected would happen but remained in denial.

He's the keeper of her heart.

Shit. Too far. She has a boyfriend! Well, does she? PacMan seems more like his girlfriend on some days than she does.

To hell with him. To hell with pretending. To hell with not going after she wants.

Without any warning, Ashley turns and swings her leg across him, straddling his lap just like she was earlier.

And then, her lips are on his and they're basically devouring each other's mouths, both craving what the other has to offer. His hands move down to her ass, grabbing it in his hands, giving it a firm squeeze. She moans, rocking against him already, not a care in the world except for the man right in front of her.

A groan falls from his mouth and into hers as she rocks against him, his length coming to life in an instant. She's killing him- but in the best way. Her fingers make their way down his chest, grabbing the hem of his shirt and throwing it up and over his head, letting it land in some place in the room. Her hands roam his chest, unable to quit, unable to stop the growing addiction from getting stronger.

"Fuck, Ash." He growls, grinding against her like there's no tomorrow.

They keep kissing, and kissing, and kissing, until her known arousal is dripping down her legs, till he's throbbing. They tease each other, wanting to prolong it so the finish line will be even more explosive than the first.

Just as Ashley started to pull down his boxers, the doorbell rang.

"Damnit!" She frowns, pulling away from him, already getting frustrated.

"It must be the pizza." He grumbles, putting on his shirt and fixing his boxers.

"I'll get it. You seem to have a "situation" on your hands." She giggles, her eyes shooting down to his bulge then back up. She slips on his robe and opens the door to come face to face with her so called boyfriend with two pizzas in his hand.

"Ryan?!" She shrieks, a look of horror on her face. "Since when did you start working for Dominos?!"

"Since yesterday! Why the hell are you here? This isn't where you live!"

Just when things couldn't get any worse, Tyler steps up behind Ashley, eyes widening when he spots Ryan.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Are you always with him? I swear to god you two never leave each other's sides!" He spats, handing Tyler the pizza- angrily, and collects his money.

"Ry, calm down. Tyler's my best friend, you know this."

"Right. Is that why you're in his robe? Is that why your hair is tousled and your lips are swollen?!"

"Why do you always assume things? We were...we we're rehearsing a haleb scene for tomorrow's filming. Now if you'd excuse us, we're busy."

Ashley slams the door in his face, anger flaring through her system as she meets the eyes of Tyler, noticing he's obviously hurt.

"You lied to him, Ashley. You can't keep doing this, you know? He's going to find out one way or another." He reasons, walking to the kitchen to put down the pizza boxes.

"It didn't look like you were objecting to my behavior back on that couch. It's just complicated, okay? Can't you just live in the moment and forget about the rest of the world with me for awhile?" She sighs, joining him in the kitchen.

Tyler's hardened face softens when they lock eyes, knowing he could never deny her of anything.

"I can try."

"That's good enough for me." Ashley replies, leaning up to peck his lips, allowing her mouth to linger on his for a few more seconds than necessary.

"Mmm, now let's get some pizza and cuddle. Maybe take care of our little problems." He jokes, instantly falling back into their normal relationship.

"I think I'd like that, very much. Especially because I'd like to get something out of these soaked underwear that are pretty uncomfortable."

"Then your wish is my command. Just think of it as one best friend helping out the other." He smirks as he puts 2 pieces of pizza on each plate, walking to the living room with her and sitting on the couch.

They eat and talk, then they start the movie.

But it doesn't last long...

-- to be continued --