The Devil's Son *DISCONTINUED*

Sapte

The soft sounds of notes on the strings of her guitar filled Andy's bedroom. Her fingers grazed over the neck as the thin plastic pick ran over the strings yet again. Her legs were crossed underneath her and the comforter was scrunched up at the bottom of the bed. Andy sat next to her, still completely naked, and smoked a cigarette. It was his third that night – for as long as she had been there at least. He had to be the most physically healthy, unhealthy guy she knew – if that even made sense.

After their impromptu romp in his bed, Andy demanded she work through two songs. Effie hadn't thought he cared whether she failed or not, but now he was helping her fix up a couple of songs she was in the process of, and they were turning out great. The first one was already finished, but she was having trouble with the second one. It just didn't sound right.

"Try it in a different key," Andy spoke up, putting his smoke out and scooting closer to her. "Try E Minor." Looking over her shoulder, Effie blinked in surprise at how close he was. She smelt the cigarettes on his breath, and the warmth that radiated from his skin. She regretted slipping his dress shirt on before playing, for now all she wanted was to feel his skin against her own.

Turning her head back to him, she boldly pressed her lips against his. The cold metal of his lip ring felt amazing, and she turned herself towards him more. Andy pulled away and looked at her with a small smirk.

"Not right now, Kitten. You have work to do." Effie felt her lips turn down, and Andy chuckled. "Don't pout. It makes me want to bite that lip of yours." His thumb traced over her bottom lip. Effie swore she was getting whiplash from his changing mood. At first, he was all anger and rough sex, and now he was being all sweet words and gentle touches.

"Are you listening, Eff?" Effie glanced back at him curiously. "Try it in E Minor." His arm was wrapped around her waist, and his head rested on her shoulder. Smiling a bit, she tuned the guitar and played through the song slowly, singing along. She enjoyed this side of him the most.

As she played, his hands ran up her sides and over her shoulders and arms softly. She couldn't help but blush. It was so hard to concentrate when he did stuff like that. It just reminded her of the way his hands had been all over her a few short hours ago.

Finishing the song, she set the guitar aside, and turned quickly, pushing Andy down onto the bed. She took a moment to appreciate the surprised look covering Andy's face before crawling onto him. His hands rested on her hips briefly before pulling the white, cotton shirt off. Effie still blushed as she was revealed to him – she wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to the way those eyes roamed over her body, drinking her all in. It was unnerving, but it made her whole body tingle. She loved the feeling it brought her.

Quickly, Andy sat up and kissed her deeply. She responded eagerly, moaning into his mouth as he took both of her nipp'les between his thumb and finger, twisting and pulling them. His teasing drove her crazy. Then, without warning, he rammed himself into her. When did he get so hard?! It shocked her how ready he always was. Her back arched as his thrusts went slow and deep. Each time, she felt his tip just barely graze a spot inside her that made her tremble. He was doing it on purpose – teasing her. If he wanted to reach it, he would have – he would've hit it straight on, and ended this as soon as it had started.