Ribcage: An Andy Biersack & Ashley Purdy fanfic. ~ON HOLD~

Dirty sheets, weak knees.

He threw me against the bed- ...well, because it's a bunk bed, he  kind of shoved me into the bottom bunk and greedily followed. He pressed his lips to my neck, biting gently, as he trailed down to my shoulder and collarbone. "Shit. How old are you?"

What? What did he say? My heartbeat is thumping in my ears, my brain flooded with urge. He looked up at me, and smiled. "Please tell me you're eighteen." He smirked.

I'd been all but kicked out of my house, so I was practically a full grown adult. I had a job, a house (sort of), and I feed and clothe myself. Why should I have to lie about one or two years? What big change is going to happen to me in that time span?

"Yes, sir." I giggled; lying with a smile. Geez, that last shot of whiskey must've really messed with my head.

He sat me up as best he could and pulled off my top in one quick motion. Immediately, I noticed my breasts were free-standing. I wore a bra to the concert. I think.

"Where's my bra?" I asked, barely managing to peel my lips off his long enough to speak three words.

He slipped his hand down my pants, distracting me from my missing undergarments.
His rough hands delicately worked, and I found myself arching my back to get closer.

Just as things were beginning to get interesting, he groaned, and pulled his hand out.

"Why'd you stop?" I whined, feeling the primal urge within me deepen.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked. Shit. I should've known he'd ask, otherwise I'd have a lie locked and loaded. But no, he caught me off guard. Of course.

"Do you really care? I mean, you must have taken dozens of girl's virginity..." I pouted.

"No, I can't just take yours. You're drunk. It's rape." He rolled his eyes, and sat up. I laid my head on his chest, trying to sneak a kiss on his jaw. He allowed me to do so. I got as far as the dip in the collarbone, then he made me stop. 
Then, he took us to the floor, him on top of me. His  ~ahem~  jabbing my tummy. 

"Ashley!" A deep voice came from the doorway. The light was suddenly on. I felt my hands make some sort of a reflexive move, out of Ashley's pockets to cover my baby-feeders. Wincing through the bright light, I looked up to scold the random man who disturbed my and Ashley's mini-party. For some reason, I was surprised to see Andy Biersack looking down at the tangle of limbs that I was a part of. 

I gasped. Ashley sighed, and got off of me. He handed me my shirt, and I pulled it on. It was sort of sheer, so it offered little concealment. Thankfully, the room was not cold.

Andy held up a purple bra. Mine. He held it as if it had been infected with some sort of disease. "I don't care why the strap is cut, but can you please not leave it on the table? We eat there." He said.

"How did you do that? You owe me a new bra!" I shouted at Ashley, but because I was laughing, I didn't sound serious. Ashley chuckled, and gave a proud smirk.

"Sorry, babe, gotta keep my secrets." He winked. I scowled, and Andy looked so done. Done with Ashley, done with Ashley's one-night stand (aka me). 

"Is she gonna stay the night?" Andy asked, leaving the door open as he walked into the 'kitchen' of the RV, and pulled open a cabinet, fishing for a snack.

"I don't know, probably not." Ashley replied, sounding disappointed. Andy found a jar of peanut butter, of course. I was annoyed they acted like I wasn't there. 

A voice popped out of the living room, next to Andy. "The bus is already moving." Jinxx said, his face blocked by the doorframe. 

I had nowhere to go, I was planning to stay with my friend after the concert, but I abandoned her when I met Ashley and things got out of hand... She'd probably be pissed if I asked her to come pick me up. Or excited. I don't know.