More Than Friends: A #Mashley Fan-Fic

Horny And Hungry

Ashley's POV 

 As I drive Mitch back to the TC house, I can't help a small smile off my face. I'm really happy he's home.

"Well that was absolutely adorable." I say, referring to the scene at the airport.

"Adorable? I was terrified the girl's face was going to split in half or something with how wide she was smiling!" Mitch jokes, using hand motions to animate himself.

"Mitch!" I scold, punching him in the arm. Although I can't help but chuckle.

"Kidding! Kidding!" he says, putting his hands up in defense and rubbing his "injured" arm. I roll my eyes at him, but I'm smiling still, a little bigger than before.

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During pretty much the entire car ride, Mitch and I talk about Danielle, but it eventually shifts the way I knew it would probably go- how to officially announce it to our fans.

"I was thinking we could just mention it in a random video, y'know? Don't make too big of a deal out of it. And probably say something on Twitter too." Mitch suggests, tapping along to the beat of a song on the radio- Ain't It Fun by Paramore. One of my favorites.

I nod in agreement.

"To be honest, I feel like I was being such baby about wanting to put it off for so long." I say, thinking back to how elated Danielle was when she found out. If there are fans like that out there, who cares about the haters?

"Eh, I can't really blame you, what with all the fans that will be...not so welcoming to the whole us-dating thing." he says. 

"True." I mutter.

"What can I say though?" Mitch sighs. "I guess everyone just wants a piece of the Benj." He smirks at me cockily, as if daring for me to say it's not true.

I don't take the bait. 

Luckily, we arrive at the house, so I park the car, reach over and grab on to his shirt before pulling him towards me, smashing our lips together, and sitting down, all in one swift motion. 

That was smooth as fuck. I think, quite pleased as I see the surprised expression on his face, although it's molded into a grin as well. I feel my face burning and I see his is a little too, but I unbuckle my seat belt and open the door anyway with complete confidence.

"Too bad the Benj is mine." I smirk, right before stepping out and closing the door behind me.

Yet my moment of boldness is short-lived as Mitch gets out of the car and comes up behind me, just as I'm about to open the trunk. He spins me around and pushes me lightly against it, our bodies pressed flush against each other. The sudden close contact causes my face to heat and my breath to hitch, and I see him smirk the way I did moments ago. Damn the tables for turning so quickly.

Mitch cups my face and presses his lips to mine, enveloping me in a nice, long, passionate kiss. 

"And the Poofy is mine." he breathes as he pulls away. I can't contain the giggles that escape from my throat.

"Well I guess we both have some people to disappoint then." I say. Mitch groans.

"Ugh. I completely forgot about your fan-boys." he mutters.

"Well yeah, you're not the only one who has fans who want to marry and fuck you." I retort, but my face flushes at the last part when I realize we're still tightly pressed together. Mitch chuckles almost darkly.

"Like they'd even have a chance." he mumbles, pulling me a bit closer. "I'd never let a fucking twelve year old touch you." I quirk my eyebrow at him. I've never seen Mitch so...protective over me when it comes to other guys. I realize maybe he may have felt this way before, seeing as I have just as many close guy friends as girls, but I never took into consideration the fact it might have bothered him.

Or maybe he's just horny and hungry.

"Like I'd let a twelve year old touch me. Or their parents." We both laugh, our bodies bouncing against each other. My back is starting to hurt from the uncomfortable angle in which I'm leaning on the trunk, which contains Mitch's suitcase he has yet to put away.

"Y'know we have to go in now." I say after a moment of silence. Mitch sighs.

"Can't we just go to your house?" he whines, kissing my jaw.

Check on horny.

"Sure, but we have to put your suitcase in the house at least. And aren't you hungry?" I ask, trying to keep myself from tripping over my words. I ask partially to confirm whether or not I was right, partially because he was always hungry after a flight. He leans into my ear and I feel his breath close to my skin, sending slight shivers down my spine.

"Yes." he says seductively to convince me to leave right now. It almost works until his stomach grumbles, revealing his other hunger and causing both of us to laugh really hard.

Check on hungry. I guess my theory was right.

"Well then let's go." I mock him in his ear, finally slipping out from under him. He moves back as I open the trunk, and he pulls out his suitcase. We walk up to the door and he pushes his key into the lock, turning it once, and then swinging the door open.

"I'M BAAACK!" he half-sings.

"GO AWAY." Adam's voice calls from his room.

"LOVE YOU TOO ADAM." Mitch chuckles back.

"I LOVE YOU MORE." I counter, sticking my tongue out at Mitch.

"YOU GUYS DON'T GOT NOTHING ON ME." I hear Alesa yell. Mitch and I both laugh and start up the stairs, just in time to see Adam come out of his room.

"People, people, please." he says, pausing for dramatic effect. "No one loves me more than me." 

And with that, he leaves. Mitch just shakes his head, smiling at his friend, and we continue on to his room. We enter and he drops his suitcase by his bed, before turning to face me.

"Can we go now?" he asks, and I can't help but laugh a little. 

"Why don't you eat here?" I say, dodging his question to tease him even more. "There's food downstairs, unless you're in the mood for take-out." He contemplates for a moment before shrugging.

"I guess I'll make a lunch here." he says, starting towards the door.

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About 20 minutes later, Mitch is sitting at the table with a huge homemade sandwich in hand and red peppers as a side. Meanwhile I sit beside him with nothing but a cheese stick (which he teased me about it being made of rubber, but I just poked him in the cheek and told him to eat his nasty peppers).

He practically wolfed down his food in just a few bites, and stood up from the table while drinking the last sips of his water. 

"K, let's go." he prompts. I roll my eyes at him and make sure to take extra time standing up, to which he groans and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the door.

He lets go as he opens the door, and I follow him outside, right back to my car. 

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LOOK WHO'S NOT DEAD!

Yes, ten years later I have finally updated. I apologize for it taking so long, I actually lost quite a bit of interest in #mashley, and became obsessed with something else.

But my obsession is back! Although not as great as it was :/ 

Thank you for being patient <3