(AN: This was originally a one shot, which is why scenes escalate very quickly in this.) Ever since you've been locked up for a sickness that you're not even sure exists, it's been hard to find food. Luckily you have some snacks left-but maybe you could spare some to Andrew Graves for the right price? ;) (Y/N is AFAB, but isn't addressed by feminine terms! This is a smut, too, in case you didn't realize. And since some of you don't know that smut INCLUDES sex-yes, there is sex.)