His Secrets

Feelings

{Warning; Fluff ahead!}

You helped Andrew out of bed after he ate his soup. You walked to his wardrobe and looked at all of his different vests and suits.

"Any specifics of what you want to wear?"

"Hmmm, how about the emerald and olive vest, white button up, black slacks, polish leather black shoes, and my leather belt. Por Favor."

"Oh, so you know spanish now?"

"Just a smidge."

You smiled and took out the vest from the hanger, then the belt and slacks. You opened a drawer, looking for his button up shirts, but you found his boxers. You sighed, knowing he would want a fresh pair of those as well. You took a boxer from his drawer and closed it. You opened the others, the next one was socks and then the shirts. You grabbed his a pair of both. You walked back to him, placing the clothes at the bottom of the bed.

"Come on, time to get up and stretch those legs."

"Darn, I was hoping to get this treatment for the rest of the year."

"Your luck must have run out, Andrew."

He gave out a chuckle and pushed his legs out from under the sheets. He did his best to stand on his own, but he used you for support. He put his arm around your shoulder, and you almost gasped.

No armpit hair?! He Shaves!!! Well, that's off my wish list.

You held around his lower chest as he grabbed his shirt obviously faking pain in his arm as he did so.

"Oh, please. You want me to dress you, don't you?"

"No, of course not!"

"Uhuh, sure. Here, sit on the bed."

He slumped down on the bed, clearly satisfied. You buttoned up his white shirt, you put on his vest, but you stopped when it came to his pants.

"Now, you do the rest. I will not look, trust me."

He used you as support again as he stood up. You used your right hand to cover your eyes and the other hand went to his waist, not to harsh though. You closed your eyes tightly, not wanting to see anything. You heard him shuffle a bit as he undressed and then he bent down, pressing down on your shoulders. He pulled up his boxers and then his slacks, when you heard the zipping of his pants, you put down your hand and opened your eyes.

"Did ya catch a peek?"

"Pfft, in your dreams."

He turned a bit red as you slipped his belt around his lower waist, buckling it tight.

"...don't tempt me..."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't act like you never apologized to me about leaving me at the Morgue."

"Y-You heard that?"

"Yeah, I wasn't dead, silly.... and I forgive you."