Andrew's Room

White curtains shifted in the room as a gust of wind blew them. Giving a low, guttural growl, Andrew sat up from his bed. Pale blond locks remained brushed back, but he ran a hand through his hair just in case. He stood up, taking quick strides over to the window. With a click, he closed the window. A seductive glow shined down upon him from the moon that remained in the sky, watching over the residents of this fair world. In the light, it could be seen that he wore plaid styled lounge pants and a white shirt. A mutter left his lips as he stared out his window. Nothing too exciting. It seemed to be raining slightly, possibly even a simple drizzle of rain. A sharp inhale escaped his lips as he stood to full height, not bothering to turn back. He was awake now, and would remain so. 

Taken upon with smooth strides, her pace tempered, Victoria ascended the stairs with slight steps, brows knitted together in the mild aggravation of earlier events. Reaching the second floor with a hesitation clearly sparked within her eyes as she heard the clear inhale of a man, she sauntered down the hallway to the second bedroom—a bedroom that had long since been neglected with company—with lengthy strides, turning slightly on the ball of her foot to rap her knuckles against the bedroom door of her sweet, charming, fleeting Andrew. Pushing her silken, obsidian locks behind her shoulder, her palm dropped against the crest of her hip leisurely, and a smirk brought itself to her lips.

Andrew raised an eyebrow at the sound of knocking. Who the hell is up this late? With a sigh, he walked over to the door, wrapping his left hand around the doorknob. He opened the mahogany door slowly, leaning against the doorway as he looked down at the obsidian haired female that was smaller in stature than he. A familiar grin plastered itself upon his face as he leaned forward, barely brushing his lips against the female's. 

"Hello there," he greeted. "What brings you here? Could you not sleep?"

A faint chuckle broke past his lips as he put a possessive arm around Victoria's shoulder, leading her into his room. He knew she was familiar with the room already, so there was no need to explain anything. Andrew returned to his bed, taking a seat on the edge. 

"Not that I don't enjoy your company," he admitted. "I'm just... Curious."

Putting her amethyst gaze against his confidently, her smirk faded as his lips merely brushed against her own—the tease. Raising a hand to cup his jaw and stay his face close to her own before he made any other attempt, her expression mirrored that of a forlorn, forgotten person, now lost to faded memories and time. Even as her palm graced against the satin nightdress that enveloped her body in a silky, hazel shade, and up against the contours of the taught muscles across his torso—namely his chest, shoulder, and neck—she exhaled and pouted only for a moment before she restrained her instinct to lean into and douse her lover with affection just yet. As Andrew’s possessive arm snaked around her petite waist, she slinked into the bedroom and stayed herself at the now-shut door, leaning against the panel of wood and satiating only a fraction of her thirst with his scent, his company—his everything.

“I couldn’t. My brother’s been keeping me up with his instability,” she murmured as her spine arched itself inward to push away from the door, sauntering over to Andrew and sitting herself complacently upon his lap, her legs kicking back and forth slightly with her arms loosely coiled around his neck.

From here, the faint expanse of bruises and even a scratch or two marred her otherwise flawless flesh as she rested her head against his, a deep exhale that seemed to have been held for far too long parting her lips. “Would you like me to leave?” she questioned with the utmost sincerity as she sat up, willing to excuse herself if needed. For a moment—Victoria’s eyes softened as the silvery rays of moonlight clung to his pale skin with an otherworldly beauty.

Andrew closed his eyes as he listened quietly. He leaned back a bit, exhaling loudly. His eyes opened as he felt a very faint amount of pressure on his lap. He noticed Victoria had taken a seat there, and he simply wrapped his arms around her in a delicate manner. His chin seemed to rest upon her shoulder as he muttered many compliments and on how much he truly missed her. A faint smile remained as he spoke in a calm tone. 

He cocked an eyebrow as he noticed a few scratches and bruises. A frown distorted his complacent demeanor. He brought his head down, pressing his lips idly against Victoria's neck. His breath remained lukewarm. 

"Did you and your brother get into a little fight?" he chuckled. "How amusing."

Andrew lifted his head carefully. Upon falling back onto his bed, he allowed the obsidian-haired woman to lay upon his chest. The aquamarine shade in his eyes burned with the same prideful passion as always. His breath remained shallow as he stroked the back of the woman's head in a careful manner. To Andrew, Victoria was like a fine work of art that needed to be handled carefully. His other arm hung loosely around her waist. 

"If you wish to sleep, feel free to do so," he began. "But if you'd prefer something else..."

His voice trailed off. Andrew's smile became a smirk as he continued to stare at the white ceiling. As always, he reamined at a warm temperature when it came to body heat. With a click of his tongue, his eyes sumhut quietly as he waited for a reply.

“He tore off my arm, if you consider that little,” she breathed coolly—almost monotonously—as the back of her fingers brushed back a few golden locks, the pad of her thumb stroking his jaw line affectionately. Andrew truly was—in every sense—the only one to temper this cold glass to any form he so wished. As his temperate lips molded against the hollow of her cool throat, her eyes vanished beneath a thick expanse of black lashes.

Crème-colored skin, dotted with mauve and green in commonly placed clusters, raced with an calming desire for his company. At the earlier mention of her arm being torn off, a faint, gossamer scar, whiter than most—therefore newer—circled the joint where her arm met her shoulder.

Victoria was not—in any manner—startled by being brought down to rest with Andrew; more so, she was further lulled into a sense of security and tranquility as her palm trailed from his face to rest over the nook of where his heart beat. Opening her eyes halfway, she turned onto her side and curled herself against Andrew’s broad, lean frame. Only slightly did a smile touch her lips—albeit a genuine one.

To having her hair stroked, an idle purr quivered in her chest as she tugged on Andrew’s opposite shoulder to bring the front of his body to press against her own. Lightly, her hand trailed from his rest to curl against his hip, the silky fabric clinging to her every toned curve, barely reaching past her mid-thigh. “Always and forever,” she whispered as she dragged her leg with a teasing pace to rest between his, curling her calf around his leg that curved into the bed.

Hooking her fingers into the belt loop of his pants, she brought his hips square against her own and teased at the sliver of exposed flesh beneath his shirt, the starlight highlighting their every feature. With a decadent moan, she pressed her lips to his neck with deliberate slowness and passion, jolting his flesh with a tingling sensation throughout the kiss.

Speaking to him sweet words that seemed to naturally end in lilts, she sat herself up only slightly to ease the rigorousness of her kiss into multiple butterfly kisses trailing up to his lips—a soft kiss, merely testing the water of how tonight would go.

A tinge of surprise outlined his features upon hearing her arm was torn off. He examined the join in which the shoulder and arm connected, then traced his fingertips along the scar. A frown distorted his expression. In truth, he was galvanized with the fact that she was able to reattach it and still have movement in that arm. His frown turned into a rueful smile. 

"I can see why he is wrath," he admitted. "But hopefully everything is fine now."

Upon having his jawline stroked, Andrew seemed to lean into her touch. A soft sigh escaped his lips. As he remained with his back against the bed, he felt the familiar feeling of a petite hand resting against his chest, namely right over where his heart beat. Faintly, Andrew gave a light laugh, which seemed to be one of relief. 

The purr he heard caused him to grin halfheartedly. Following her command, he turned over, pressing against Victoria. His hand rested against the one she had placed on his hip. Andrew enjoyed the feeling of her leg curling upon his. It was more so a feeling of security than a sexual one to him, but nonetheless, he still gave a low groan to please her. 

"It seems you're the one who's injured this time," he stated. "Hopefully this doesn't happen every time we have a chance at intimacy."

Andrew grinned, grinding his hips against Victoria's as they pressed together. Upon the jolting sensation of her lips against his neck, he tilted his head so that she had more range to do so with whatever she pleased. It was relaxing to feel the faint butterfly kisses against his skin, but upon pressing their lips together, Andrew's eyes flashed open. He quickly flipped so that he was on top, pressing his lips roughly to Victoria's, biting carefully upon her bottom lip, running his tongue along it to see if he drew any blood, and slipped his tongue past her lips. His natural taste seemed to linger with a bit of pineapple now. 

Tracing her fingertips idly along the contours of his taught muscles, beneath his partially uplifted shirt, she chided him with a click of her tongue for frowning. Pressing the tip of her index finger into the corner of his mouth gently, she breathed out and pushed upward, forming a pseudo grin—that nevertheless took sincerity all on its own not too long after.

“When has that ever stopped us, hm?” she mused with an alluring tone, her gaze flitting to his chest as she removed the shirt entirely, a relieved sigh purring out as she admired him and everything he was. Tempted, she pressed her bottom lip between her teeth as she trailed a further handful of kisses down to his chest, her eyes closed and her hands skillfully stroking his muscles into a state of security.

Grinding her hips against Andrew’s in a rolling motion, she breathed a chill breath into his ear as her eyes closed to the fervent kiss, feeling a prick of blood bloom on her bottom lip. As his tongue ran along the slight cut and into her mouth, she bent her legs at either side to him, sitting up further with her palms pressed into the silken sheets beneath to taunt his possessiveness and desires—maybe even to gain a sense of security. That she truly was wanted.

With being downturned, the hem of her dress eased itself up her legs as she draped an arm around his neck, raking her nails down his shoulder to his jaw, holding him still and taking lead with her tongue as she savored the inside of his mouth with only the occasional pause for breath.

“You taste…exotic,” she crooned with a wry grin as she dropped her head onto her shoulder, her hair tousled about her shoulders.

Upon having his white shirt removed, he realized how cool the room had gotten from leaving his window open. His muscles quivered ever so slightly at the temperature, but his body temperature remained rather warm. He gave a grin of delight at the slender fingers that ran across his defined muscles. His eyes flew shut upon the feathered kisses that were trailed down his chest. His eyes lit up in delight when he opened them. 

"It never has, and I'm sure it never will," he spoke with a husk tone. "Pain just brings more pleasure to it. Isn't that right?"

His eyes closed once more, showing that he was too focused on the passionate kiss than anything. Upon being dominated within their small battle, he bit Victoria's tongue sharply with a smirk. Upon the two breaking apart for a breath, he kept his breathing shallow. His eyes remained opened, shining in the darkness like two perfect pools of aquamarine. 

"As well as you," he complimented. 

Andrew kept the kiss on hold for the moment now, running his hands upon the curves of his lovely partner, stopping as he found the very edge of her nightgown and remaining there. A thin smirk curved his lips as he brought his hand up to wipe the small strand of saliva that had formed once they parted from the kiss. A sharp inhale escaped his lips as he thought for a moment. After his long, internal battle, his hands slipped under the nightgown, his nails clawing ever so lightly at her back. He pressed his lips to her neck, sucking and biting the skin in a fervor manner. He broke away, looking at the intricate marks he had made against his partner's skin. 

"Mine," he stated with a possessive smirk. 

Andrew brought his hands back out, allowing his slender fingers to curl around the hem of her nightgown. An enthusiastic sound came from his throat as he slowly pulled the gown upwards to remove it from Victoria's supple, voluptuous build. He licked his lips in amusement. 

"You'll be my prize tonight," the bass voice seemed to remain dark and hushed. With that, he gave a lascivious smirk.