Poison Ivy

Chapter Thirty-Two: Done with pizza

"You're such a messy eater." I grinned across at Andy as he dripped yet more tomato sauce down his bottom lip. He looked up from his pizza, his eyes wide as if I'd caught him in a trance.

"It's the pizza." He replied, his mouth full. He continued eating his pizza slice for a minute before he looked at me again. "It's really good."

I nodded and smiled in agreement. "So are you saving that bit for later?" I tapped my own lower lip and he scrunched his eyebrows up as he watched me.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed away from the table, stood from my chair and walked the little way towards him, leaning over to press my lips gently to his. I licked at his bottom lip, tasting the tomato sauce, before pulling away.

Andy gawked up at me for a moment and I stuck my tongue out as he looked at me with a mixture of surprise and awe before smirking.

"I'd put that tongue away if I were you," he told me, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Or I'll find somewhere else for you to put it."

I arched a brow at him. "Oh you will, will you?" I teased and he simply nodded.

"Yup," he said popping the 'p' in a confident manner.

"And where might that be?"

His free hand – the one not holding the pizza – pointed up to his mouth as he gave me a devilish grin. "Here. Or-" he arched one eyebrow higher, grin taking on a more smirk-like quality, and he pointed a finger down to his crotch. "Here."

I groaned, reaching my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to the side of his mouth. "We're done with the pizza." I murmured, kissing the other side.

He pulled away for a minute giving me a frown. "But I'm not." he almost whined.

I gave him a blank look, arching both eyebrows. "Really? You'd rather stay and eat pizza than have sex?"

"It's been a while since I've had pizza." He shrugged before looking at the pizza slice and then back at me. "Can't I do both?"

I snorted and said "We're done with the pizza."

Andy gave one last longing look to his slice of pizza before dumping it back in the box, pulling me onto his lap and then we were kissing and it was hungry and desperate and quite aggressive, but I didn't care. His teeth nipped at my lips and his tongue explored my mouth and his hands roamed my back, grabbing the hem of my shirt before ripping it up over my head – our lips apart for only a few seconds before he was kissing me again – and then I could feel the cool air of my kitchen on the skin of my chest and back and his rough and warm hands finding their way to my hips as he pulled me even closer to him.

I pulled away, breathing heavy, and that's when Andy said "You know, we've had sex more times in your kitchen than your bedroom?"

"Is that a problem?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No, I like your kitchen. It's got you; it's got the other great love of my life – the fridge." He grinned at me as he unclasped my bra with ease, pressing his lips to my collar bone. I arched my back towards his chest, tilting my neck back in submission. "I like your kitchen very much." He breathed against my skin and I gave a breathy laugh, my hands fixing themselves in his hair, fingers tugging him ever closer.

- Hi everyone, I want to apologise for taking centuries to post a new chapter. 

I've actually had this sitting for quite some time, but I didn't want to post it when I was stuck behind the wall that is writer's block because then I would have felt pressured to write and that would have led to rushed, shitty chapters and I didn't want that. I think going on hiatus for a bit was the best decision and I know I probably disappointed a lot of you guys and most likely lost a lot of you too, but I hope those who have stuck by will enjoy what's to come in the story. I'll work hard to write and update as much as I can, but I won't make you any promises. 

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, thank you for reading! - callmetalia