Poison Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Six: Prince of darkness

I looked up at Andy expectantly, nibbling on the corner of my pop tart as I did so. Leaving the store, he had told me he hadn't tried them before, so, I decided, to draw up a truce, I'd invite him round for a late breakfast.

"Well?" I pulled the pop tart away from my mouth long enough to question him. "Do you like them?"

His eyebrows furrowed and he shrugged one shoulder, returning my gaze. "I guess they're ok."

I almost threw my pop tart down in exasperation, but instead I cradled it closer to me as if to protect it from him. "You have got to be kidding me." I exclaimed, and he looked across at me, amusement in his eyes. "I know you're a Prince of darkness, but you are allowed to like pop tarts." I huffed, taking a big bite of my own and chewing it before swallowing it loudly as if to make a point that they were so good.

"I like Prince of darkness." He replied, smirking and I rolled my eyes. "Still, it's not like I don't like nice things."

I scoffed and he arched a brow. "Hey, I like kittens and cuddles as much as the next person."

"If you don't put that as your twitter bio, I'm judging you so hard." I told him and he chuckled, pulling his phone out.

"Ok," he replied, swiping away at his phone. "Done."

"Wait, what?"

He grinned, "Don't pretend you don't follow me on twitter. Go look."

I scowled at him for a few seconds before grabbing my own phone from the bench beside me. "Shit, you actually did."

"Of course," he smirked. "Wouldn't want Poison to be judging me."

"I'm still going to judge you, though. You don't like pop tarts." I said pointedly.

"Hm," he slipped his phone back into his pants pocket, shrugging his shoulders and shooting me a serene look. "Maybe I'd like them more if they were introduced into the bedroom, like, you know, you could let me eat them off your naked body."

"Ha, what makes you think I'll ever be sleeping with you again?" I replied tersely.

Andy chuckled as if it was the funniest thing he'd heard in the last ten years. "Darling, please, I guarantee by the end of today we'll have fucked at least three times."

I snorted in defiance, feeling a lot less confident than I was letting on.

"In your dreams, Biersack." I said, taking another bite of my pop tart to occupy myself before I melted into a puddle of goop at the excitement.

Andy pushed up off the chair he was sitting on – I don't know how he managed to even stand up with such languid grace, but it was so frustrating to see him be so perfect – and crossed around the kitchen island, his movements willowy, giving him such a prowess that set off butterflies in my stomach. I stood up straighter as he got closer, trying to make myself seem stronger than I felt.

"If that's true..." his hands brushed up my arms and rested on my shoulders as he leaned down and pressed his lips against my neck, pulling away and nuzzling his nose into my hair. "Then you'll tell me to stop, and I will."

"Don't." I said in a whisper of a voice, dropping my half-eaten pop tart to the floor and clenching my fist.

Andy stepped back, dropping his hands and I groaned, turning to look up at him.

"Stop."

He held his hands up in surrender, "I have."

"No," I shook my head.

"Ivy, you're giving me mixed signals..." he trailed off.

I sighed, "No, I mean, don't stop."

- Sorry for such a short chapter, it's just a filler, but at least it's something. I hope you enjoyed it. 

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