(A/N: if you aren't comfortable with sex or bdsm, then this chapter isn't for you. If you're into that sort of thing continue. Oh, and it's all consensual.)
Andy's car was tiny compared to him. I don't know much about cars, but his car was probably the last thing I'd ever expect to find him driving. He opened the passenger door for me, and helped me in. I reached for my seatbelt, but he beat me to it. With a little click, he leaned in and rested his head against my temple.
"Just let me take care of you."
The rest of the ride was spent mostly in silence, except for the radio that played some classic rock. Andrew would occasionally hum along, or sing little bits and pieces.
All of a sudden, Dear Prudence came on. It was almost as if Andrew had planned it. His face split into a shit-eating grin, which made me smile.
"C'mon, honeybee. You gotta sing for me." I looked down, picking some flora off of my jeans. When I looked back over, he was making an overly dramatic sad face. I gasped.
"Andrew, pay attention!" He cursed, swerving to miss a pedestrian. I held onto the armrests, digging my nails in.
"Shit, honeybee. I'm sorry. Just breathe. Tell you what. You sing, and I'll watch the road. I won't even look at you. Deal?" He kept his eyes on the road, as promised.
I began to sing, pretending it was my mother in that seat. Andy began to sing along, and I faltered. His voice was so amazing, I felt ashamed to sing with him.
"Keep singing, honeybee. Don't mind me." He continued, and I sang along. Just then, I felt something in my lap, caressing the inside of my thigh. I flinched at first, but slowly grabbed his hand and intertwined my fingers in his. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him smile.
Nothing existed outside of our little bubble we'd created. We continued our ride, singing together, occasionally squeezing one another's hand. I could almost forget about Dad. Almost.
We pulled into a nice yard that had a lovely, quaint two storey house. There was a little succulent garden, and a dog on the front porch. As I got out of the car, I could hear Stevie Ray Vaughan playing loudly.
"Da must be home." Andrew said, walking next to me. "Whatever you have planned needs to be quiet." He winked. I blushed a deep red.
As he unlocked the door, the dog sniffed my shoes. He then jumped onto me, desperately trying to lick my face.
"Elwood, down boy!" Andrew bent to pet him, and said in baby talk, "that's my job. Yesh, it is my job. Who's a good boy?" He said enthusiastically, petting the happy pup. I giggled. Andrew finally stood and unlocked the door.
I heard feet thunder down the stairs. A woman's voice called down to us.
"Andrew, darling? Is that you?" A woman with ginger hair and rectangular glasses appeared. She was a bit taller than me, but not quite as tall as Andrew.
"No, ma. It is I, a robber who happens to have a key." I giggled.
"Don't be cheeky, Andrew. Oh, who is this.. um .. Lovely lady?" His mother asked. It was then that I realized that I looked like absolute trash to her.
"Oh, this is Beatrice. Bea, this is my mam, Raine." Andy said, gesturing in between the two of us. I extended my hand politely, only to be wrapped into a spine-crushing hug. My body went rigid. Andrew winced.
"Mam, she doesn't really like hugs." She let go of me, and gently patted my back.
"We do affection here, Bea. May I call you Bea?" Raine asked. I nodded and smiled, trying not to freak out. My eyes must have gave me away.
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No Better Love
FanficBeatrice finds Andrew under a bridge one day and strikes up a peculiar, but lovely friendship. Embarrassed by her father, she tries hard to keep her personal life from Andrew. One day, she finds herself in a tight spot after several injuries from a...