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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-05 04:59:00

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!complete, andy gallagher, day 14, elliot reid, location: church

Day Fourteen - Morning
Who: Andy Gallagher and Elliot Reid
What: Andy's chill, Elliot's horny, and hilarity ensues.
Where: The Church
When: 9:45am
Rating: R
Status: Complete
Reminder: The Church is the site with the serenity enhancer and the carnival is the site with the sexual arousal enhancer.

The sun was shining through the cracked and dusty stained glass windows of the church when Andy had woken up. He grimaced slightly at the twinge in his back as he sat up in his pew and then stretched, yawning. "Hey, Elliot, get up. It's ni--" he paused, looking over his shoulder to where she'd been sleeping. The pew was vacated. "--ce out," he muttered to himself, sighing as he stood and stretched again. Ah, the serenity and silence of the church. He was getting used to the quiet and the alone time, but he'd kind of hoped Elliot would've stuck around; she was pretty cool. Maybe Sam would drag his little girlfriend over and then Andy wouldn't be all by himself for a while.

"Fuck it," he said with a shrug, setting his jaw against a yawn as he picked through his survival kit and took out his rolling papers and pot, carefully rationing out enough weed for a joint. "Oh baby, I missed you so fucking much," he laughed to himself, running his tongue carefully over the paper before rolling it and moving his finger over it to close it. Striking his lighter, Andy ignited the end of the joint, took a deep pull off it, and held the smoke, stinging, in his lungs as he made his way toward the front doors of the church and back out to sit on the steps. It really was kind of a gorgeous day. If he wasn't already feeling relaxed and smiling stupidly as he coughed once and exhaled the rest of the smoke, he'd have been a little worried about that, since the last time the weather was nice, the goddamn place crumbled on top of everyone.

All he needed to repeat the previous day now was for Luna to approach him completely out of nowhere, acting as though nothing bad or uncomfortable had happened between them only to leave all over again. Truthfully, every time he saw Luna now, he liked her less and less. He'd known girls like that back home. It was one thing to use him as a stepping stone to Dean Winchester, but it was completely another to keep coming back just to kick him when he was down.

At first, he hadn't thought she'd realized she was doing it, but with every time she came back only to leave him in the dust again, he started to think she was very much aware. Screw her, anyway, he kept having to tell himself. Elliot was a better roommate because he didn't secretly want to fuck her; there was no awkwardness there. She was cool. And normal. But that, perhaps, was Andy hitting below the belt, so it was time to pull focus away from the bitterness.

...and to a random stroll down memory lane? He saw in his mind's eye the beautiful brunette walking into a bar all on her own; the first time he'd met Tracy. That had been years ago.

Andy took the joint out of his mouth and held it out in front of himself to study it with a furrowed brow. What was up with this grass, anyway? "What. The. Fuck?" he laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back against one of the posts.

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frickonastick
2009-07-06 12:32 am UTC (link)

She'd been headed back from the gas station with her candy bar breakfast - she could just imagine what her mother would say about that, but she was friken starving and thought she could deal with the lifetime on the hips - when her thoughts had taken an interesting turn. She wasn't sure what it was that had suddenly made it imperative that she get back to the church and see Andy as soon as possible, but the urge - no, the need - was there and it was all she could do to not run back to the church with it's stained glass windows.

She smiled widely as she got closer and saw Andy sitting on the porch smoking. Smoking was normally a big turn off for her, but there was something about the way that Andy did it that made her reconsider. Plus, was it her, or did he look better than normal. Not only because his clothes weren't covered in blood anymore, but also with the casual way he had his head leaned back against the post, exposing his graceful neck and the stubble on his chin. She wanted to feel the texture of it. She wanted to run her hands through his hair and bite his ear and...

She blinked, blushing hard as she approached the steps slightly out of breath from walking back so quickly. She bit her lip as she looked at him. "Hey roomie," she said, using her seductive voice. It came out sounding a little like she was congested and she turned her head and coughed. She swallowed and then smiled back at him. "Mind if I sit?"

There, that time had sounded sexy.

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brain_ninja
2009-07-06 01:25 am UTC (link)

At the sound of Elliot's voice, Andy raised his eyebrows and lifted his head away from the post, looking up at her after taking another hit off the joint. "Hey, I thought you banged out on me," he admitted, voice choked as he tried to hold in the smoke. As she turned her head to cough, Andy turned his to blow out the smoke and then he dropped the joint down on the stair below, toeing it out with his sneaker. "Have at, peaches," he said pleasantly, gesturing with one hand beside him. She sounded different, he thought, but he brushed it off. Maybe she was just tired.

Leaning back against the post, he looked over at her. "I knew a girl who looked like you once. Back in high school. Her name was Mari; spelled it with an "i" on the end just like the chick in fuckin' Last House on the Left and shit. I remember this one time when we were in detention together and we got a week's suspension for getting caught making out when the teacher left the room," he said. Then, he paused and smirked, looking back out in front of him again pensively. "I wonder what she's doing these days..."

After a moment, he looked back at Elliot. "Hey, remember that first day when you came here and you and Kim were scared of me because of all the blood? I remember one time when Tracy was scared of me..." he muttered uselessly, pulling a face and then leaned back again, putting his hands on his knees and spread his legs out in front of him, stretching his calves by sliding his hands down to grab his sneakers and pulling back on his feet. "Hey, Elliot, tell me a story?" he asked. "About you."

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frickonastick
2009-07-06 02:29 am UTC (link)

"What? No," Elliot said, shaking her head. "I went out to get some breakfast." She mentally kicked herself for not using her sexy voice, though she pulled out a candy bar. "Here," she said, lowering her voice again as she reached into her jean jacket pocket. "I got you one too."

She smiled at him as she sat down beside him. Okay well practically right on top of him, considering how her shoulder was firmly pressed against his as she handed him the candy bar. She listened to him talk about Mari, trying to seem extra interested even though she wasn't entirely sure what the point of the story was. Though maybe that was the pot talking. She'd never tried pot but she thought telling random stories was one of the symptoms.

"I bet you're a really good kisser," Elliot commented when he'd finished, reaching up to touch his shoulder lightly. After all, he kind of reminded her of JD and JD was a great kisser, except for when he tried the ice tongue. Mari probably hadn't minded getting suspended at all. "She's probably fat with half a dozen kids," Elliot said reflexively, feeling a sudden need to make this Mari seem much less attractive than her. "So you made out in detention?" She asked, raising her eyebrows as her fingers moved up to trace the neckline of his shirt. She let out a small giggle, raising her eyes to his again "That's so bad."

"Tracy?" Elliot asked, her brow furrowing slightly as she struggled to keep up with him. The reminder of the fact that she'd thought he was a wino in the beginning made her frown. She was so judgemental. She really should be more forgiving. Andy was a great guy. Nice and sweet and funny and she didn't know why she hadn't noticed just how nice the sound of his voice was when they'd first met. She shifted, stretching her legs out in front of her to mirror him, though she refrained from stretching, pretty confident that her skirt showed off her legs nicely.

"A story?" She repeated, looking up from judging her legs to look back at him. She pushed her hair over her shoulder and pulled down her top slightly before leaning into him. "What kind of story?" She asked, using the sexy voice again.

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brain_ninja
2009-07-06 02:44 am UTC (link)

"Oh, cool, thanks," Andy replied, taking the offering and smiling. "I remember one time when I went out into the woods with Sarah to kill some wolves and pick some apples for food when my leg was all fucked up and I lied to Luna and Sam because they wouldn't have let me go otherwise. Sarah told me a big time secret and I still haven't told anybody," he replied, pulling open the wrapper and taking a bite of the candy bar to lull the usual munchies that accompanied pot smoking.

Elliot sat down beside him, leaving him no room at all to move. His eyebrows raised and he looked over at her when Elliot suggested that she thought he'd be a good kisser, touching his shoulder as she said it. Was she...like, coming onto him...? Elliot probably wasn't wrong about Mari. It hadn't been long enough for a ten year high school reunion, but his best guess was that all the hotties would be fat and ugly, married with a ton of kids and working at Walmart. He'd probably be the only loser who wasn't the most ridiculous kind of success. Not that he cared, really. A smirk formed over Andy's lips and he rubbed absently at his chin with one hand. "Yeah, it was kinda bad, I guess," he replied with a bit of a laugh.

"Tracy, yeah," Andy replied. "Once upon a time, she was my girlfriend. I loved the hell out of her. I still do, sometimes, when I think about her, but she's afraid of me now. Won't even look at me. I didn't even do anything," he mused. That was a lie, but it hadn't been anything bad. Not like his brother. Andy's gaze moved to Elliot's legs and he wet his lips as his eyes moved up them and back up to her just in time to see her tug down at her shirt and lean into him.

He blinked. Yeah, she was definitely coming onto him. Sleeping with roommates was bad news; if he wanted her to stick around, he'd have to shut it down. "Uh, I don't know, anything. Something I don't already know would be good," he laughed nervously.

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frickonastick
2009-07-07 02:15 pm UTC (link)

Elliot perked up at the mention of apples, eyeing Andy with a new look of appreciation. "You pick apples?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Tell me Andy," she said slowly before picking up speed. "Which would you rather be? A hardworking apple picker sweating and toiling in the sun - shirtless - just trying to meet your cider quotas or an apple theif that comes in the night and steals the first of the golden harvest and the heart of the orchard owner's daughter?"

Elliot watched Andy rub his chin and her curiosity got the better of her as she reached a finger up from the collar of his shirt and brushed the stubble at his chin lightly. It was prickly, but not entirely unpleasant. She leaned forward and inhaled deeply, her nose brushing his neck before she pulled back and smiled at him coyly when he admitted that he had been bad. "Yeah you were."

Elliot watched his lips move was he talked about Tracy, his words taking a moment to catch up with her. She glanced up at Andy, a confused look on her face. "Why would she be afraid of you?" Elliot asked. She shrugged, her creased forhead smoothing out as she got back to business. "That's weird." She caught him looking at her legs and smiled, reaching down and casually pulling her skirt up to scratch the side of her thigh.

"When I was in college I made out with this girl in my Art History class," she blurted out. "I was at this bar with my sorority and we were having some lemon drops and one thing led to another and you know," she said, wiggling her eyebrows and elbowing him lightly before leaning into him more. "She had this tongue stud and I kept thinking, oh god, what if it slips out and I swallow it on accident, but there were a lot of guys watching and I didn't want to ruin the show. Do you know, they covered the entire tab?" She smiled, reaching up to rub her neck and look up at him. "I don't know what it is about girl on girl that guys get so excited over." She raised an eyebrow at him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "Do you?"

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brain_ninja
2009-07-07 06:32 pm UTC (link)

"I...have picked apples," Andy replied, because the wording of Elliot's question, he thought, would suggest that he picked apples for a living and Andy didn't do making an honest living, much less one that meant he had to pick apples every day. As she went on, he stared back at her, blinking as he tried to take it all in. She'd started out slow, but by the end of the question, her words were coming out fairly rapidly and it wasn't as if they were difficult enough to process on their own. "Would I...what?" he asked, furrowing his brow and reaching up to scratch the back of his head as he pondered, confused. But, he decided to humor her, because maybe if he did, then she would humor him and she'd tell him a story and they could have share time. "Uh..." he stalled as he thought about it. Working hard...stealing and getting the girl... Didn't take a rocket scientist to pick the better deal. "The second one. The apple thief," he replied. Then, he paused. "Why?" Elliot must really like apples...

Once again, Andy was taken aback by Elliot's behavior as she brushed a finger over his chin and leaned forward, her nose touching his neck. Was she...? Yeah, she was smelling him! Elliot, babe, not a great idea...it's been, like, almost a week since my last shower; I'm just saying, he thought to himself with a bit of amusement intermingled with self-disgust. He'd thought about going today, but then he'd gotten into such a mellow mood that he'd decided maybe tonight. Shit, at this rate, maybe he wouldn't even have to go alone. ...except she wasn't Lexie, so he pushed the thought away again.

When Elliot pulled away and gave him a coy smile, Andy laughed. "I...guess, yeah," he admitted. "You okay, Elliot...?" he tried, just in case. Maybe she wasn't even really there. Maybe the pot was laced with Ketamine and he was having a hallucination or something. Man that would suck ass...tainting his favorite thing with his least favorite. Lame. He hoped not.

"Long story," he said simply when Elliot asked why Tracy would be afraid of him. It wasn't a story he liked to share and he certainly didn't want to share it with someone who looked like she was dying to get in his pants. Mood killer, for sure. He kept trying to tell himself that she wasn't Lexie and he shouldn't and didn't want to, but the fact of the matter was, Lexie had seemingly taken up with Dean and Elliot was right there. It helped, of course, that Andy hadn't gotten laid in over a year, but still. He wet his lips again and cleared his throat awkwardly as she pulled her skirt up slightly to scratch an itch on her thigh. Damn, Elliot... he thought and even then he could almost hear the breathlessness in his inner voice.

"You...?" Andy asked and then paused, grinning. "Awesome," he breathed. Instantly, the girl Elliot had made out with looked like Mari from high school in his head and he looked away from Elliot, just for a second, to savor the mental image. The elbow in his side brought him back to looking at her in time to see the waggling eyebrows and the fact that she was leaning into him again. Swallowing thickly, Andy opened his mouth to reply and then closed it again with a bit of a squeak. Jesus, he sounded like a pre-pubescent kid again. Andy tried one more time. "Uh...well, it's like...well," he stammered. Spit it out man. Be fuckin' honest, it's the only thing you're good at. "Women are beautiful. Two women is..." he smirked and shrugged. "Fucking hot."

Elliot's hand was back on his shoulder and Andy looked back at her. He couldn't help the way his eyes moved from her eyes to her lips to her chest and back up again. He couldn't help the way he had to shift himself awkwardly and tug at the front of his jeans. It wasn't his fault that Elliot was a hot blonde and she was all but pawing at him. Andy was a guy; however much he felt kind of like a dick for enjoying it, he really, really did.

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frickonastick
2009-07-08 06:23 am UTC (link)

Elliot practically hummed with excitement when Andy said he'd be the apple thief. Not that she wouldn't have settled for the shirtless and good hearted orchard hand, but there was a sense of daring and danger that came with the thief scenario that made her feel hot and bothered. She let out a breathy sigh and bit her lip, giving him a large smile as she pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen over her face. "Let's just say my dad owned an orchard," she said grinning at him as her hand traced a figure eight on his shoulder.

He smelled like dirt and sweat and pot. He smelled like a man and it was all Elliot could do not to think about how long it'd been for him. She'd had Jake and it hadn't been that long ago, but it'd been long enough. She could show Andy a good time, as long as he didn't have any crazy fantasies like the one Jake had. She shut her eyes for a moment, grimacing as she pushed back the memory and focusing on Andy's warmth beside her.

"I'm fine," she said, flashing him a bright smile, as her hand migrated back to the collar of his shirt and to the hair at the back of his neck. She looked up and met his eyes. "Why?" She asked, giving him a smoldering look. "Don't I look fine." The fine being pronounced with an slight head bob that Carla would've pulled off easily, but Elliot only managed to say in a way that highlighted her WASP upbringing and her discomfort with using slang words.

Elliot licked her lips before looking up and meeting his eyes. "You don't scare me, Andy," she said, her voice low and husky. Whoa. Now that had been a sexy voice. She wondered if she'd be able to reach that same timbre again. She hoped so. She watched him stammer as he tried to explain why guys found two girls so hot and was surprised to find his answer both flattering and logical. She gave a small laugh and then swallowed. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" She asked, giving him a hopeful look.

There was a moment of silence while Andy met her eyes and then looked downward. He shifted and that was the only signal Elliot needed. She reached out, his stubble scratching her palms as she took his face in her hands and leaned forward to kiss him.

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brain_ninja
2009-07-08 06:49 am UTC (link)

The response Andy got to his less than enthusiastic answer was surprising. On a few different levels, really, if he was honest with himself. First, it was interesting the way that she physically responded. He didn't think that an answer like his - which implied that he preferred being a thief to working for his living; true enough - would get a breathy sigh and a smile complete with a bitten lip. Jesus, did women have any fucking idea how sexy that was? Sometimes Andy didn't think they did. Second, her vocal response had taken him off guard. Did that mean Elliot was a rich girl? Shit, was this the Princess and the Pauper or what?

Andy shivered slightly out of reflex when Elliot's hand moved again and he could feel her fingers on the back of his neck. He shifted again and looked back at her, swallowing hard. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat and he gave her a tentative smile. "You totally do," he insisted. Because, well, all things considered...she looked pretty fucking good to him.

The sound of Elliot's voice when she said that he didn't scare her made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he shivered again. Fuck, she'd sounded for a cold second like one of those 900 number girls. ...not that he'd know what they sounded like, of course... Nodding dumbly, Andy stared back at her. "I think you're gorgeous," he admitted readily. In the back of his mind, he was remembering his first date with Tracy.

"Andy, do you think I'm pretty...?"

"I think you're beautiful."

Somehow, as much as he wanted to delve into that story for no reason that he could really think of off hand, he couldn't. Her behavior was trumping his more logical line of thought. Dammit, wasn't that just like a fuckin' woman? Get him so riled up that he'd completely lose his train of thought and thus find himself unable to focus on anything other than the woman in question, herself.

Before he really had time to process what was going on, Elliot's hands were on his face and her lips were on his. What else was he supposed to do? Moving one hand to cup the side of her face, more out of reflex than anything else, Andy kissed her back. He remained tentative because, well, it was Elliot and he hadn't gotten any kind of hint until today that she was at all interested, which made him wonder if--

Andy pulled away and shook his head, holding his hands up defensively between the two of them. "Did you get into my weed?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and trying not to laugh because this...was not funny. At all. He was a) not going to take advantage of her if she had and b) not going to take the theft sitting down because, dammit, there was tons of weed at the gas station and the only reason to steal his would be laziness. He could understand that, yeah, because Andy was probably about as lazy as they came, but that didn't make it right.

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frickonastick
2009-07-10 07:37 am UTC (link)

Elliot smiled at him, her eyes moving downward for a moment when he agreed that she was fine. She'd been joking for the most part, but the compliment wasn't lost on her. She felt him shiver under her fingertips, the movement seeming to translate over into an electric thrill that travelled through her and warmed her from the inside out. It suddenly seemed abnormally warm sitting out here on the church steps.

He said he thought she was gorgeous and Elliot paused, studying his face to see if he really meant it or if he was just saying it because she'd asked. It didn't really matter, it was nice to hear regardless, but something about the way he was staring at her made her offer him a small soft smile. She thought maybe he meant it and it suddenly made her stomach turn over nervously. She swallowed, licking her lips, suddenly feeling a need to do this the right way. Andy was nice and sweet and funny. He reminded her of JD in some ways, though he didn't seem like such a spaz. For a brief moment she wondered if he might just be the kind of guy who would get to know her preference for red over white wine, or that she could only sleep on the right side of the bed or the fact that she could practically recite lines from Sleepless in Seattle from memory.

She poured all of these thoughts and more into the kiss, feeling a tingle of excitement in the bottom of her stomach as Andy started to kiss back. Then he was pulling back and holding up his hands. Elliot blinked dumbly at him when he asked if she'd gotten into his weed. "What?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to work out what his weed had to do with anything.

She gave a low laugh and shook her head. "No. God, no." She said quickly, smiling at him. "Andy," she said slowly, pulling further back while looking doubtful but amused. "Do you think I'm high?" She started shrugging off her jacket, pulling it off and tossing it on the steps beside her. "Just because I kissed you?"

She gave a small laugh. "I don't smoke. I'm a doctor," she said as if this explained everything. She reached out and squeezed his knee reassuringly. "That's so funny," she said, reaching up with her other hand to push her hair out of her eyes. "You're so sweet." There was a slight pause and then she looked down, realizing that she hadn't removed her hand. She looked at it as if she was surprised at herself and then back up at Andy.

"Andy," she said, her voice lacking the husky quality it'd had before, but making up for it with a rough sincerity. "Do you want to go inside?" She asked, raising her eyebrows hopefully as she nodded towards the doors of the church. Hopefully that would be enough to get her point across. Otherwise, she was going to have to get a little more graphic, which despite the sudden and intense need she had to feel Andy's body against hers, still squicked her a little.

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brain_ninja
2009-07-11 07:46 am UTC (link)

As Elliot's tongue slid over her lips, Andy's eyes moved to follow it. He swallowed hard and felt his stomach flip-flop uncomfortably but not entirely unpleasantly. Elliot seemed to be putting a lot of heart into the kiss and when he'd pulled away to ask if she'd gotten into his stash, the look on her face made him regret it immediately.

Relief washed over him when she insisted she hadn't. It made him feel a lot better that she wasn't intoxicated. Well...she could be drunk, he supposed, but she didn't smell like alcohol nor did she taste like it and she didn't sound drunk, so he pushed away that possibility. "Well, I mean...you know, not..." he paused and gave her a sheepish look. "Okay yeah. Because you kissed me," he admitted, caught. He couldn't make himself repeat the accusation, though, of her being high. She knew what he meant, clearly; no point in bringing it up again.

Her hand closed over his knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze as she reminded him that she was a doctor. She called him sweet and then paused, looking down at her hand. Andy, too, looked down. Elliot hadn't removed it from his knee and he looked back up at her questioningly. The sound of her voice as she said his name did it. Andy's lips parted just enough to let out an incredulous huff.

"Hell yeah," he breathed in response, getting to his feet and pulling her up along with him. It had been way too long since the last time Andy had... It had been a long time. Elliot was hot. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

The doors of the church bounced on their hinges behind him as he practically dragged Elliot inside and as soon as the doors were closed and quiet, Andy let go of her hand and raised his eyebrows. "You're sure?" he asked. Because, Andy was sure. He was positive. He looked over his shoulder briefly and surveyed the church out of reflex. Of course no one else was there, but he couldn't help double checking. "Moment of truth. No hard feelings if you back out," he said, even as his eyes traveled from her eyes back down her body again. Oh man, he was two seconds away from getting his very first ten! In your face, Winchester! he thought excitedly.

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frickonastick
2009-07-12 04:57 am UTC (link)

Elliot laughed as Andy pulled her up off the steps and started moving towards the door. She pulled back, just long enough for her to reach down and grab her jacket and toss it over her arm before she stumbled forward, grasping his hand with both of hers as he pulled her towards the doors.

He let go of her hand and raised his eyebrows questioningly once they'd gotten inside the doors. She watched him glance over his shoulder and then back at her, seemingly trying to talk her out of it. She didn't know where his low self confidence came from, but she thought it was adorable. She felt a small flush go over her as his eyes took her in.

She bit her lip and grinned at him, her own eyes down an appreciative glance downwards before she let her jacket drop to the floor once more and closed the distance between them. She kissed him hard, her hands clutching onto the sides of his t-shirt, before pulling back. "I'm sure," she said, reaching down and pulling her shirt over her head before dropping it down beside her coat.

She smirked at him, moving forward and pressing her body against his as she lowered her head to kiss his neck. "And you know, I wouldn't exactly mind, a hard feeling," she whispered in his ear before tugging at his earlobe lightly with her teeth. "Or two."

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brain_ninja
2009-07-14 06:45 pm UTC (link)

Rather than answering him right away, Elliot had dropped her coat to the floor and pulling him to her by the shirt, kissing him hard. It was brief and then she pulled back again, saying that she was sure. Andy opened his mouth to speak and then she'd pulled her shirt off, dropping it down as well and his jaw snapped shut again. Once he snapped out of it, his shirt was next to go, tossed carelessly into one of the pews a few feet away.

Elliot pressed herself up against him and lowered her head, kissing his neck. Andy's eyes closed as he let out a soft huff, hands moving over her back, tentatively feathering his fingertips across the clasps of her bra. Jesus, was this really happening?! She moved to whisper in his ear and Andy's eyes opened again as he growled low in his throat. She'd feel it, all right. One of his hands moved to the small of her back, pushing her against him even closer. If she missed it then, then Andy had a problem for sure.

Carefully, he manuevered them both out of the aisle and into such a position that he was sitting in the pew and Elliot was on his lap facing him. His mouth met hers again and one of his hands threaded through her hair. Surprising even himself with the deft flick of the fingers that unclasped Elliot's bra and managed not to break the kiss.

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frickonastick
2009-07-19 03:47 am UTC (link)

Elliot's breath hitched as Andy pulled her closer and she felt him against her. He started pulling her back towards a pew and a moment later he was kissing her as his fingers moved over her bra. The touch sent shivers down her spine and she pulled back, breaking the kiss just long enough to shrug out of the bra with a coy smile. She stood up, meeting his eyes and holding them as she slid off her panties - hopefully he didn't notice they were white cotton granny panties, it'd been laundry day - and shimmied out of her skirt.

She stood naked in the empty church, pointedly not looking at the Christ figure staring down at them on the wall behind the pew Andy was sitting on and moved forward to unbutton his pants.

She was pretty sure this was the fastest she'd ever slept with any guy. There were rules. Sex on the first date meant you were a slut. Sex on the second that you were desperate to keep them interested. Holding out after the third meant you were an old fashioned prude. Three was usually the magic number. Except she and Andy hadn't really had any kind of date. So she was pretty sure that this was breaking more than a few dating rules.

The thing was, she didn't really care. Because right now, as she helped pull down Andy's pants before straddling him and crushing his lips with hers, all she really wanted was to forget the thoughts that had been going through her head for days and get lost in the simple intensity of the act of sexual intercourse.

Andy was practically a stranger, she could probably list the things she knew about him on one hand, but whether it was because he reminded her a little of JD or because he'd offered her a place to stay she felt like they were friends. And in the long run, she'd be doing him a favor by ending his dry spell and he'd be doing her a favor by letting this pent up need out of her system. It was as simple as that.

If Elliot prided herself on anything, it was being a good friend.

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