little nothings || a.b.

2.4

After I finish my meal, I bring my bowl to the sink and begin to wash it off. "Don't worry about it, I'll get it later." Andy says without looking at me and keeping his eyes on his phone. I feel myself flush  and turn off the running sink water. "It was delicious by the way." I say with a smile. He doesn't acknowledge it. He stands up and brings his bowl over to the sink also. I spot a bright green color on his thigh. 

"What is that?" I ask curiously. It's almost like what I saw on his hand. He groans, in agitation seemingly. "Do you really need to know everything?" I flinch at his booming voice. "Nevermind. Sorry." I say quietly. I don't know how asking what a stain is could get someone so angry. He shoves his phone in his pocket, turns on a heel, and heads upstairs. 

Hesitantly, I follow. We walk down the hall to the last door on the right which has a lock on it. He pulls out his keychain and slowly begins unlocking the door. Nervously, I debate on whether I should run or follow him inside. He opens the lock and slowly turns the doorknob. "Ready?" he asks. "I don't know..." I murmur. He opens the door and the strong smell of paint fills my senses. He walks in and opens the Windows revealing hundreds of paintings and a few in progress. 

"You're a painter?" I ask in shock. He grunts in response. I gasp as I approach all of the beautiful paintings that were hanging to dry. My favorite was of a dark red rose with water droplets on a few of the delicate petals. "Andy, this is amazing!" I say in exasperation while looking at him. He's watching me as I look around, seemingly a bit jumpy. "What?" I ask him. "I don't know. This is all kind of personal." 

Now that he's said that I think everything has come into place. Mr. Tough Guy is a breathtaking painter. He must not like people seeing that delicate and fascinating side of him. I turn to him, "You need to share this with everyone! You have an amazing talent." He shrugs, "It's just a job." "A job?" I ask, "Do you sell these?" He nods in reply. 

I wander around the room looking at all of his paintings. They all mostly consist of dark colors except for one that he's working on currently. It's the start of a large, lively oak tree. It was so well painted that I feel like if I reached out to touch it it would feel like real bark. "Alright, that's enough." Andy says.  I follow him out of the room and he locks it back. "You should probably be going home now." He says. "Uh, okay?" I say a bit confused. He sighs, "Sorry."

I drive my car back to the dorm to find that Dani isn't there. Not surprising honestly. I sit down on my bed and take out my study guides and books, getting ready for finals that are coming up faster than I would like them to. 

There's a large bang on the door and I open it up slowly. Andy's lips forcefully crash on mine and he shuts the door with his foot.

He growls while grabbing my thigh, "You shouldn't have left." 

"You told me to." I said in between kisses. He throws me on the bed and nibbles at my neck causing me to whimper slightly. His large hand trails down my chest and over my heat as I inhale sharply. His hand squeezes the inside of my thigh playfully as I push my hips towards hip. He chuckles almost evilly. "Such an innocent little girl. Remember those long skirts? Baggy jeans and t-shirts? You used to and still wear things that never show off your curves... Also, never being touched? The shower..." He trails off. He pushes his hips against mine. I bite my lip and I hear him release a heavy breath. "I bet no ones ever done this to you, have they?" I shake my head rapidly as he grinds himself on to me.

"No one will ever make you feel as good as I can." 

With each word, his wet lips brush against my neck. His breath hit the already wet skin causing a cool sensation. He then starts whispering things I can never make out. I get nervous when he does that. It's so weird. Is he praying or something?

He slides down my cotton shorts. "White lace panties... Fuck yes." He says while running his fingertips over them. He pulls my shorts down to my ankles taking my panties with them. I feel my face flush and he smirks. He's not going slow and it's making me about twenty times more anxious. I've never done anything like this before. His body was still pinning me to the bed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly with mine. He looked into my eyes, his wild black hair falling in front of one of his eyes slightly. One of his sharp eyebrows raise as I feel his thumbs carressing my hip, his other arm is holding him above me. One of his fingers lightly brushes over my dripping heat and my body jolts.

"Who made you so wet?" He asks as his mouth smugly forms into a smirk.

"Y-You." I stutter nervously. 

He chuckles sexily and the sound is music to my ears. I look into his eyes to see that familiar stormy blue. I can almost see the desire right through him. "Beg for it." He says while gently playing with me using only his thumb. It swirls in figure eights applying light pressure. "Please." I whisper. "What?" He says. "Please..." I say a bit clearer.

"Louder." 

"Andy, please!"