Crimson Ivory [[[ANDER]]]

Chapter Ten: "Kiss Me Deadly"

"Are you sure you can move your legs without them hurting?"

"Andy, stop treating me like I'm a child!"

"Would you please just answer the damn question?"

I'm standing very awkwardly in front of a large mirror in his house. We're wearing matching Guns N' Roses tees, which was purely accidental. My fingers brush against my ear as I try to fix my unruly hair, rolling back my shoulders and grunting at the slight pain. The broken bones have set, the damage done and left to heal.

I even got a new scar.

Glancing at Andy who stands barely a foot behind me, I fight the urge to smile. It's strange, I usually have to fight the urge to cry. Why is it so different around him?

"Yes," I roll my eyes.

"Yes to what?"

"Yes, I can my legs without feeling like a train is hitting me. Happy now?"

"Amber," he frowns.

"Look, we can't delay the challenge for much longer. A little discomfort is irreverent. I auditioned with my band to perform, not to sit on my ass and watch Spongebob with Juliet Simms."

"She doesn't like Spongebob...?"

"I'm sadistic when I'm bored," I bat my eyes innocently.

"But you don't like that show either..."

So? I'm evil...

"No pain, no gain."

"Ambrosía Nyx Korpse," Andy uses his stern voice.

"Andrew Dennis Biersack," I mimic him again.

"You're lucky," he grunts.

"I wish I would've killed you when I had the chance!"

"I know," I sigh.

He smiles, shaking his head and sighing as he extends his arms out to me. I let the smile out as his arms wrap around my waist and pull my back against his front. Andy runs his nose along the bend of shoulder where it meets my neck and inhales sharply, releasing a sigh of content shortly afterwards. I lean into him, trying to absorb some of his unnatural warmth.

He is like a living sun.

Is he Apollo come to Earth?

"Are you sure you're feeling better?" he asks into my hair.

"WORTHLESS WASTE OF SPACE! WHY WERE YOU EVEN BORN?! Get the fuck out of my sight, you ugly whore!"

"Stop worrying so much. You'll go grey," I turn myself around in his arms.

"Yeah ,yeah," he chuckles, smiling brightly.

My fingers caress his soft skin, gliding over his smooth cheeks as I look into his glittering eyes. He holds onto the back of my hand, leaning his cheek into my ivory palm. Andy smiles sweetly, his face bending to reach my level as his lips capture mine in an innocent kiss. Our eyes close, our arms doing their best to hold one another closer than we already are. As he traps me against the mirror, and ultimately the wall, I run my fingers through his midnight hair. Andy has soft hair. I fist at it, pushing his head further into mine and deepening the not-so innocent kiss.

"Disgusting piece of shit!"

"Why were you even born?!"

"WORTHLESS!"

"SATAN CHILD!"

"Fucking freak of nature!"

Andy's hand skims down my side, pausing a moment, then jerks my left knee up towards his waist. I move the other one myself, forming a vise grip on his body with my own. He moans into my mouth, one of his hands clinging to my ass as it squeezes. My head tips back and I do not recognize the sounds that usher from my parting lips.