something to hide , ``ANDY! [M]

[spencer anderson]

SHE CAN'T BEHAVE AND I'M JUST A SLAVE
DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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DARLING WHAT IS GOING ON HONESTLY THAT NEVER
HAPPENED LYING IS YOUR FAVORITE PASSION

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Oh damn, this British chick Andy really knew how to get Spencer going. It all started when she happened to come into the chat room when he was high or something like that. Then they started talking on AIM about this cop costume and it gave him the idea... that maybe... they could hit it off? What were the odds he would kinda start liking a goth chick? A smirk grew across his face when he thought about her being goth, not something he was totally into, but she was pretty hot... and maybe just maybe, he would happen to get lucky tonight.

Pushing himself off the bed and shoving the phone in his pocket, which was actually quite hard since his jeans were so tight, he walked to the bathroom. Flipping the light on and staring at his reflection. Eh, his hair could be a little better, but oh well, it was probably going to get messy anyway, right? Real quickly he washed his face and was out the bathroom door, almost forgetting to turn the light back on. Man did Brent, the person he was staying with who was actually an old friend from Vegas, hate when he did that.

He grabbed a monster, almost reaching for a beer... but you can't drink and drive, the law sucked even though it never stopped him. Opening the can and tilting it to his mouth he took a big sip then put it on the counter, maybe to finish it later. He moved toward the door, grabbing the keys and he was off to his car. There was a little skip in his walk, honestly, he was kind of excited. He hasn't had a good fuck since Chain and Corelynn got together. So he had a reason to be happy. Hopefully Andy wouldn't reject his plans.

Plopping down in the leather seat of his BMW he started the car and was off. It was a struggle but he finally got his phone out of his black jeans, sliding it open and texting Andy to tell her he was on his way, a grin spread across his face. The whole way there he was thinking about all the sexy costumes... ah, he really couldn't wait for the cop one.

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The BMW pulled into the drive, to give a little effect he laid on the horn. Hopefully no neighbors would come rushing out. Chuckling a bit he raced to the door, ringing the door bell. He waited for a moment, thinking of what she was wearing... or how she was wearing it, humming a little tune he knocked again. Hopefully this was the right house. Fuck, he didn't know what he would do if it wasn't... probably just run back to his car and speed off.

The door opened, smiling he walked in. "'Ey! What's up?!" He turned to look at her, his eyes examining her body. "...So where's all the costumes?" A smirk across his face, he traveled to the nearest couch, plopping on to it. "Beer?" Propping his feet on the coffee table he shrugged then motioned for her to come sit by him. Damn, hopefully his plan was going to follow through.

TAGGING: Andy
STATUS: done, unfortunately
WHERE: andy's house!
WORD COUNT: 539 - FAIL. i think that's the lowest i've ever posted on her ; - ;
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: i'm sorry it sucks like, HARDCORE. D: I couldn't think of anything ; - ;

[andrina stones]

Tonight I'm runnin' on gasoline




Tonight I'm gonna escape the scene

<sub>A highly amused smirk bounced across Andrina's face as she logged off her instant messenger and shut her lap top. She sat the for a moment, her arms crossed onto the table, an arm propped up and her chin resting thoughtfully upon her palm. Had she really just invited Spencer over to her house? Spencer Anderson? From 3 Day Reunion? Dear lord what was she getting herself into. She glanced over at the clock on the wall of her bedroom, estimating about 15 minutes before Spencer would arrive. Her smile widened slightly. Surey he didn't really expect the whole costume thing did he? Sure she could get kinky when she wanted to, but that was normally just to be cruel to her prey... excuse me, man. Her man.

Shaking her head with a small laugh she pushed herself up, before flopping her delicate body onto her bed. She rolled over onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She bent her legs, bringing them up to her left side, letting out a content sigh, and her thoughts to consume her. She couldn't help but be excited that Spencer was on his way over. She was fully aware that everyone thought he was a complete bastard, a messed up druggie who really needed to get over himself. And sure that may be, but everyone has their issues. Andy had one hell of a past too. She was probably more messed up than Spencer could ever be. But that was the past. It didn't matter anymore. What was done, was done, and she would never regret her decision.

She bit her lip, rolling onto her stomach, looking at her wrists. In a dark, goth like calligraphy script, the word love was tattooed to her left wrist. On the right in the same script was the word lie. Boy did that described her past in a nut shell. She sighed shaking her head. She didn't want to think about it anymore. Turning over her right hand, she moved her gaze back to her left wrist, love. She chewed lightly on her lip. What was she doing with Spencer? She knew she liked him, however, like and love were completely different things. There was no such thing as love to Andy anymore. Spencer would come over, whatever happened, happened, they would get what each other wanted and move on with their lives. Simple as that. Right?

Andy wasn't a clinging person. If anything, she tended to shove people away when they got to close. However, this seemed different some how. Perhaps it was because she was actually interested in the guy she might possibly be hooking up with in a matter of 10 minutes. But it didn't matter. She didn't want anything to become of them. Relationships just weren't her thing. So this would be fine. It really didn't matter. Perhaps what was bothering her, were the what ifs. What if he liked me back? What if something happens after this? What if, what if. She didn't want those what ifs. She sighed, rolling off her bed and onto her feet, heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

She fixed her make up and hair, examining her small dress that hung elegantly over her body. She rolled her eyes. Why did she even care if she looked perfect or not? She looked fine before too. Figuring to hell with it, she headed out to her kitchen, pulling out a beer and opening it, taking a big swig. Her eyes gathered a slight bit of moisture as her taste buds adjusted to the sudden taste in her mouth, but it quickly subsided. Taking another drink, she almost choked as she jumped, hearing someone lay on the horn. Setting the bottle down she hurried to the window, seeing Spencer pull up. She gave a laugh and rolled her eyes. Of course it was Spencer.

She smiled and opened the door, letting him in. "Heya!" She replied with a cute grin. She gave a laugh and raised a brow. "Aw deary, I thought we discussed this already. The costumes come out as soon as you prove your worth," She stated with a playful wink, her british accent rolling off her tongue. She gave a playful smile and nodded, heading into her kitchen and grabbing another beer from the fridge. Opening it up, she flicked the cap onto the counter, and headed into her living room where Spencer waited. She walked up behind the couch, leaning on the back of it as she stretched out an arm, dangling the beer in front of him, waiting for him to take.

She bit her lip for a moment, wondering just how far she dared to go. It was obvious what he came there for, not that she really cared. She wanted it too. With that in mind, she figured she might as well go for it. Once Spencer took the beer, Andrina leaned down, draping her arms lightly around his shoulders. She brought her head down to his, her lips next to his ear. "So, shall we skip the formalities?" She asked, raising a brow seductively, her eyes scanning over his features. She tilted her head slightly, waiting patiently for an answer.</sub>

Tonight has finally come

well looky here mister Spencer
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 868,
taken here at Andy's home
in my latest style of in pic, silver leopard? print dress
and Beautiful Together by Betty Curse playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; haha i love them <3

end credits; MINE

[spencer anderson]

SHE CAN'T BEHAVE AND I'M JUST A SLAVE
DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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DARLING WHAT IS GOING ON HONESTLY THAT NEVER
HAPPENED LYING IS YOUR FAVORITE PASSION

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Brown eyes followed Andy's body as she moved toward him. He pouted out out his lips, trying to look like he was a little sad about the no costumes. Oh well, she would probably make up for it, right? He watched as she moved to the kitchen, answering his plea for a beer. Taking it from her hands and tilting it to his lips, letting the cool sensation of the liquid move down his throat. Setting it on the coffee table then tilting his head a bit to look at her. He shifted a little when she whispered in his ear, a smile grew across his face, although it was more like a smirk than anything.

Just how far where they going to go tonight? He didn't really know, but honestly, he didn't care. But one question that kept repeating its self was; what would happen after all this, well, if they did go that far... He wasn't sure how he felt about her, if he liked her or not, she had an amazing body no doubt... and she did have a sense of humor... but was she really what he needed? Mentally he shook the thought from his mind, not wanting to go any farther then what he really wanted. And at this moment it was her.

Quickly, he turned around, holding onto her waist with one hand, the other was holding onto her smooth legs. "Ooo" Spencer said before scooping her up into his large arms, then pushing himself off the couch. "So, where's the bedroom?" Lowering his head so he could look at her, a huge smirk across his face. They really got to the point, didn't they? Although, to be honest, it was kind of nice... you know? Skipping all the mushy stuff and then like an hour or two later it happens. Or maybe that only happened to him.

Spencer traveled down the hall, Andy still in his arms. Finally he reached the bedroom, not being able to use his hands, he kicked the door open, hoping he wouldn't break something or whatever. He moved to her bed, gently plopping her down, then sitting next to her. Bending one leg and moving it closer to himself he began to untie his shoes, looking at her the whole time. Finally the damn things where off, throwing them to the side, his eyes still fixed on her. He felt like if he looked away or something she would disappear. His eyes couldn't help but examine her gentle curves. "Nice dress" He said, a smirk still spread across his face. Although he wasn't actually looking at the dress... but thinking what was under it. He couldn't help but chuckle at that thought.

His hand moved to her cheek, gently lingering there as he moved his lips closer to her, brushing against them with his, deepening the kiss he slowly forced his tongue in. He wanted to do a little teasing of his own, if that was even possible, so he ended the kiss before it got too hot. Moving his head away from her's, the kiss left a devilish, but sexy, smirk.

Shifting a bit so he was a litte closer and almost leaning over her, kissing her once more, his hand traveling down from her neck to her small waist. Kissing her neck and jaw bone, his had getting lost in her thick... purple hair as he deepened it. He would have never guessed that after all that has happened with him and Chain with the shooting and all that he would be making out with a goth chick. Not to mention hot goth chick. Her British accent making her even more appealing to him.

He felt so much more better, don't get me wrong, he missed chillin' with Chain and having his own place with him... but maybe this was for the best. Maybe in the end they would forgive eachother... it didn't really matter right now, Chain was dealing with his own shit as was Spencer. He just felt like a huge grudge was lifted from his shoulders, though, he really did feel horrible for shooting Corelynn, who was also one of his friends. She forgave him, it made the situation a whole lot better.

TAGGING: Andy
STATUS: done
WHERE: andy's house!
WORD COUNT: 700
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: memememememe.
NOTES: hahaha, MUCH BETTER. they're funny

[jordyn jaschek]

Tonight I'm runnin' on gasoline




Tonight I'm gonna escape the scene

<sub>Andy gave a sly smile as he pretended to pout fully knowing he was faking it. Haha who knows, maybe some other time she could break out the maid costume... for teasing reasons at least. An evil smirk came across her face at the thought. One day, she could do some major damage with that. And it would be wayyy too much fun for her in the process. She crossed her arms lightly, shrugging playfully at his pout.

The same thoughts seem to echo in her mind. Really, just far were they going to go? She honestly didn't care, whatever happened, happened. She was leaving it up to him at this point. However, she figured he would be the type to fuck then get the fuck out of there. The whole, gone before morning things. She didn't mind though. She was used to it with all the other guys she had been with. In all honesty, she really preferred it. No awkward mornings after. But she wasn't so sure she felt the same way this round. This was Spencer after all. But wait, why did that even matter? She bit her lip, brushing the thoughts aside.

Spencer took her by surprise as he turned around, sweeping her small frame up into his arms. Her eyes widened, but once she figured out what he was doing, she gave a lap, and gave a smile, wrapping her arms lightly around him. "Hah, down the hallway and to the left love," She replied with a smirk, her eyes looking upon him intently. She had to give the guy props, she felt like she was a feather in his arms, not that she weighed much in the first place. She crossed her legs by the ankle, her fingers fiddling lightly with his hair as he carried her toward her bedroom. As he kicked the door open, she couldn't help but laugh, raising a brow. "A twee bit eager are we?" She said more as a statement than a question, a chuckle running off her lips.

As he laid her down on the bed, she scooted up closer to the pillows while he fumbled with his shoes. Propping herself up with her arms, she tilted her head to the side, biting the side of her lip, her eyes looking deep into Spencer's eyes, a sexy smirk upon her waiting lips. She bent her right leg, sliding her foot upon the sheets slightly. She gave a smile. "Ah, is that all?" She teased with a chuckle, glancing down at her dress. She really doubted that was all he was looking at. After all, he WAS here, in her bedroom.

As Spencer reached up to touch her cheek, and leaned closer, she felt a jolt in her stomach. Were those.... butterflies?? She cursed inwardly and pushed the thought away. No way was she going to go all crazy over a guy. She wasn't going to get attached. She wasn't--- Her thoughts were immediately cut off as she felt the presence of lips against hers. Was ever pressure he gave, she returned equally, enjoying herself. She leaned herself back, taking her weight off her arms so that her hands were free to roam. She ran a hands up his chest, gripping his shirt lightly as he deepened the kiss, bringing him closer to her. Her tongue played with his.

As he broke the kiss, she opened her eyes, raising a brow, before she saw him move closer. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips travelled down her jawline. By the time he reached her neck, and shiver ran down her spine. She was such a typical girl. Her neck was definitely one of her spots. Her finger tips ran down his chest once more, circling onto his back. Her fingertips slipped underneath his shirt, gently massaging his back. As he deepened the kisses, her fingertips gained pressure against his back. He was starting to drive her crazy. She tilted her head to the side, allow him better access to her neck. Feeling the need to do a bit of her own teasing, her hands move down his sides, her index fingers gripping on to his front side belt loops, pulling him closer to her. Her finger tips slipped up under his shirt,sliding up his stomach and chest, before slowly moving down, moving down to his waistline, her fingertips moving just slightly past his pantline.</sub>

Tonight has finally come

well looky here mister Spencer
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 733,
taken here at Andy's home
in my latest style of in pic, silver leopard? print dress
and Beautiful Together by Betty Curse playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; haha i love them <3

end credits; MINE

[spencer anderson]

SHE CAN'T BEHAVE AND I'M JUST A SLAVE
DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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DARLING WHAT IS GOING ON HONESTLY THAT NEVER
HAPPENED LYING IS YOUR FAVORITE PASSION

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All the thoughts of the shit that has happened to him in the past weeks were disappearing, being replaced with only thoughts of Andy and his next move. Spencer had no clue if she was really going to go that far... but it didn't really matter now, he was living the moment and liking it. This was the first time in a long time he was actually enjoying himself, hopefully only good things would come out of this.

He couldn't help but shift slightly when her cool finger tips met his warm skin, her nails lightly digging themselves in his skin. It didn't hurt, it was more of a... pleasurable pain? Shifting himself once again so he was slightly on top of her, only his torso laid lightly on her's. Moving his hand to cuff her soft cheek once again, brushing against her lips, not really kissing but getting the sensation of it. He wasn't exactly trying to tease her, but himself... if that made sense. It made him long for something, which in this case, it was beginning to work quite well.

A smile peered across his lips as he felt her finger tips move just a bit past his pant line. His skin now used to the feel of her's. Removing his hand from her cheek to her waist, his finger tips tracing small circles which in turn made the end of her dress move slightly upward, making Spencer want more. Kissing her once more a bit more passionately, one arm holding himself up so he wasn't crushing her. Moving his hand that was on her waist downward a bit, taking it and wrapping it around his torso, his hand still lingering there on her thigh.

Spencer was starting to get excited, so of course like every other guy he wanted more. His finger tips sliding from her thigh to her waist once again, slipping under her light dress, lingering there as his lips met her's for what seemed like the 100th time. He could feel her underwear strap under his fingertips, gently in twining it in his cool fingers, trying not to rush too much. It wouldn't be fun if he did.

Ugh, screw it, he lept off the bed, twisting his hand around the hem of his shirt, taking it quickly off, exposing his... well, bare chest and 'too-low pants' which showed a bit of his red/black plaid boxers. He wasn't self conscious at all, in fact, he liked his body. I mean, he didn't have an 8 pack nor was he a body builder... but damn, he was pretty in shape. Now only in pants, boxers, and socks he was back on the bed, taking his original position. But this time his hand was messing with the strap of her dress, kissing her shoulder, then looking back into her brown eyes a smirk played on his face.

TAGGING: Andy
STATUS: done.... unfortunately
WHERE: andy's house!
WORD COUNT: 482 - EPIC FAIL, I'm seriously REALLY freaking sorry D: my next post will be a lot better when they get more into it ;D
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: memememememe.
NOTES: hahaha, MUCH BETTER. they're funny 8D

[andrina stones]

Tonight I'm runnin' on gasoline




Tonight I'm gonna escape the scene

<sub>Andy had to admit it had been a while since she had hooked up with anyone. For a while, it seemed like it was a different guy every weekend, sometimes even more frequently than that. But she’d laid off the whole one night stands thing lately. They were just getting old. It wasn’t that she wanted a relationship or anything, but she was sick of meaningless sex. Her responses just weren’t they same anymore with hook ups. She wanted someone who could make her jump at their slightest touch. To tease her. To make her want more. To at least have some fun with it for god’s sake. She almost felt sorry for guys that wanted just a simple fuck and leave. It was rather pathetic.

WIth Spencer however, it was different. Perhaps it was because she was attracted to him, that she actually did like him. For her skin seemed to burn at his every touch, her body slowly beginning to ache for more of his touch. She gave a small smile through their kisses as he began to trace circles upon her waist, feeling her dress begin to slowly hike its way up, inch by inch, revealing more of her thigh. She felt his hand trail down until he reached her bare thigh, making her skin tremble in anticipation.

She felt his kiss intensify, becoming more passionate. Andy ran her hands up along his chest, grabbing bits of his shirt, and pulling herself up closer to him, returning everything he gave her, before giving just a little bit more. Her hands released him before tracing his collarbone and moving up his neck, until they reached his hair. She ran her fingers through his dark locks, her back arching ever so slightly as she felt his hand make its way up her thigh.

She felt him reach the strap of her underwear, his cool touch sending shivers up her spine. It made her wonder if he was really going to move that fast or not. It seemed as though he read her mind however, thinking twice and removing his fingers from the strap. Her lips followed his for a moment before she felt him suddenly leap off the bed, her eyes flying open in surprise. She looked at him, confused for a moment. What? He was done already? She never took him for the type to leave BEFORE the sex.

However, her playful smirk quickly returned as she watching him whip off his shirt, revealing his trim torso. Her eyes scanned over his tattoos, as well as taking in the rest of his body, before longing to have his boy back, pressing against hers once more. Why did he have to be so bloody sexy? She thought with a smile. Her blue eyes followed him as he returned to her side, before she felt one of her thin straps of her dress slip off her shoulder, kissing her shoulder.

She gave an amused grin as he looked at her, before lifting her body up, her hand running across his stomach before pushing his side until Spencer was on his back. She moved her body, tucking her legs beneath her as she straddled one of his legs lightly. She bent down, starting a trail of kisses at his pantline, her hands moving to toy with the button and zipper of his pants. Her lips continued to trail up his stomach and chest, the button escaping its hole by the time she reached his collarbone. Teasingly, she slowly slid down his zipper, before running her hands up his sides, her lips meeting his neck. She kissed the nape of his deeply, before lifting her head, brushing her nose against his as she continued to tease him, her lips lingering just above his. She lowered her lips, her teeth taking hold of his his bottom lip, before tugging at it lightly, playfully, before it slipped through her grasp. She gave a smirk before finally pressing her lips to his, kissing him deeply.</sub>

Tonight has finally come

well looky here mister Spencer
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 669,
taken here at Andy's home
in my latest style of in pic, silver leopard? print dress
and Beautiful Together by Betty Curse playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; haha i love them <3

end credits; MINE

[spencer anderson]

SHE CAN'T BEHAVE AND I'M JUST A SLAVE
DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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DARLING WHAT IS GOING ON HONESTLY THAT NEVER
HAPPENED LYING IS YOUR FAVORITE PASSION

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Something was bottling up inside Spencer's chest, like, this feeling he couldn't explain... For the first time in a long time Andy was making him feel wanted. It was like this whole situation wasn't just a pick me up or some quick meaningless sex thing, well at first it was, but it was beginning to turn into something more. Was he actually beginning to like Andy? It was an odd thought... but it was actually true, Andy just had that something that drove him to want her... fuck, he sounded like a total sap, but it seemed like a curse was finally being reversed, he was actually starting to like someone not just because of looks, but their personality. It felt good.

A wave of pleasure ran through his body as he felt her trailing kisses from his pant line to his collarbone, man, she really knew how to tease. Maybe it was because she was British? Whatever it was, she was fucking insane, almost making him want to jump out of his skin, which meant that her teasing was definitely getting to him. The corner of his lips rising into yet another smirk as Andy teasingly pulled down his zipper, exposing more of his red and black plaid boxers. He returned the deep kiss, his hands moving up her torso, in return making the light dress move upward until it was just a bit below her rib cage. Fuck, how much sexier could you get? Again, it had to be the British thing.

Before slowly taking the dress off Spencer kissed her neck lightly, barely even touching the skin, then he began to fiddle with the hem, growing tired that he was the only one with anything off. So with that he pulled the dress off her, dropping it on the wood floor, then returning full attention to Andy. Woah. Talk about hottie with a body. His hazel eyes couldn't help but examine every curve, almost memorizing it. One hand on her waist, the other on the back of her neck, guiding her closer to his lips, kissing her lightly then slowly gaining more and more passion. His tongue wrapping and twisting its way around hers.

Spencer was definitely getting excited, not wanting to wait anymore, his hands removed themselves from her waist and neck, moving to his pants tugging them down until his legs could do the rest. They hit the floor with a 'clunk' from his heavy belt. Another smirk popping its ugly face out. Although, he was known to have quite a sexy smirk... so he's heard. Now they were only left with a bra and panties with plaid boxers. Hot. His hands were once again lingering on her small waist, moving down her leg, almost pushing her forward closer to him while flipping her over so Spencer was once again 'on top'. His finger tips trailing from her shoulder down to the side of her boob, lingering there for a moment, until he continued downward to her thigh.

Shifting a bit so he was halfway over her, one hand still remained on her bare thigh, the other propping himself up. Spencer began to trail kisses along her collarbone, getting a little bored but not entirely, an odd feeling... he just wanted to move on and actually get things going you know? From her waist his hand was once again moving upward, stopping at her breast, gently massaging it and kissing her deeply at the same time. His leg entwining with hers, his lips moving downward to the center of her chest, lightly kissing it and trailing down, kissing the skin right between her boobs. While he did so his hand moved to the outside of her leg, moving upward then downward, keeping a steady pace, every move he made was gentle and sincere. Finally his fingers came to the strap of her panties, messing with it as he kissed her lips once again.

TAGGING: Andy
STATUS: doneee!
WHERE: andy's house!
WORD COUNT: 655
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: memememememe.
NOTES: hahaha < 3 i hope it's okay D:

[andrina stones]

Tonight I'm runnin' on gasoline




Tonight I'm gonna escape the scene

<sub>Andrina’s kisses began to slowly intensify. Sure she loved teasing, but lust was beginning to get the better of her. She wanted more. Her stomach tensed slightly as she felt his hands move up her torso. Bloody hell. Why was even his slightest touch beginning to drive her mad? She couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed as he paused the dress as her rib cage. Her body seemed to almost ache for it to be exposed to him. To feel her skin against his. Her hands continued to roam Spencer’s bare chest and sides. She couldn’t get enough of him and the feel of his warm skin.

She tilted her head back and to the side side as Spencer began to kiss, fighting the urge to whimper for him to kiss deeper. He was being cruel with such a slight touch. He had to know she’d be craving more. However, she felt his lips part, and finally felt her dress slip up. She sat up, and helped out, lifting her arms for the dress to slip off with ease, to reveal her black bra and boy-shorts which complimented her body well. She placed her hands upon his chest, a seductive look playing through her piercing blue eyes.

She gave a small smile as she watched him take in her body. Andy was never self conscious about her body. She knew from experience that men loved her body. She had all the right ‘curves’, so to speak, not to mention a trim body as well. She had it all. Feeling the pressure on the back of her neck, she lowered her head obediently, pressing her lips eagerly to his, a bit of excitement growing through her as she felt him begin to grow more and more passionate with each kiss. They were finally getting somewhere. Her tongue played with his, kissing him deeply, each kiss getting hotter.

Her lips never left his as she felt his hands move down to his pants, yanking them off so he was only left in his boxers. She pressed her half naked body against his, her body beginning to ache for more. She gave a slight giggle as he flipped her back over, taking the lead once more. Her body arched ever so slightly as he ran his hands down her sides. Her hands trailed over his back, lightly massaging it just the same. Her back arched slightly once more as his hands reached her breast, pleasure shooting through her. Her hands ran up, gripping his hair as his kisses trailed downwards, and his hands rubbed against her sides. Yep. He was beginning to drive her crazy. She wanted him bad.

She continued to kiss him intensely, her hands taking in every inch of her body, losing herself in him, though fully aware of every part of her body that he touched. She felt his fingertips Reached the side of her underwear. Enough of this. She ran her hands down his chest and sides, a hand pausing at his pantline while the other pushed past. She ran her fingertips lightly down and up his gear. Andy couldn’t help but smirk through a kiss. Perhaps that would send a hint.</sub>

Tonight has finally come

well looky here mister Spencer
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 532 /fail,
taken here at Andy's home
in my latest style of underwear!!!
and Beautiful Together by Betty Curse playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; ackkk sry it sucks T.T

end credits; MINE

[spencer anderson]

SHE CAN'T BEHAVE AND I'M JUST A SLAVE
DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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DARLING WHAT IS GOING ON HONESTLY THAT NEVER
HAPPENED LYING IS YOUR FAVORITE PASSION

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Spencer was definitely turning into the Mad Hatter, he was going crazy with every touch, every tease. He wanted more and it was obvious she did too. He explored her body, memorizing every curve. Damn, she had the softest skin. Spencer never thought he would be having sex this soon after depression (usually that's all he wanted, but this depression was a big one), especially with a goth chick. Not to mention sexy goth chick. Andy was amazing at everything she was doing. How she would touch him, kiss him, everything. When her hands began to mess with his hair that was the breaking point, he couldn't stand it, they just had to go the extra mile now.

And from what it felt and seemed like, Andy wanted the same thing. He felt Andy's finger tips move down, one stopping at his pant line, the other exploring further. Full blown pleasure taking over his body as her fingers gently grazed across his... package, he mimicked her smirk through another intense kiss. It was getting hotter and hotter every second. Pulling away from the kiss, he moved down to her black boy-shorts, gently biting down on the top hem, slowly moving it downward, a smirk still glowing across his face.

He pulled the short style underwear farther down to her knees, leaving them there to completely fall down her leg. His head moving back up, kissing the top of her 'area' gently once, then a second time with a little more force and actually going the extra mile, using a little tongue. Her sweet taste taking over his mouth and mind. He wanted her so badly now, more then ever. Spencer continued to move farther up, kissing her stomach then back to her lips, using a little more passion than needed. He rubbed his hips steadily along hers, he was fully aware of how much she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. And actually... he was just hurting himself by teasing her this much.

His hands moved from her waist to the straps of her bra, gently and slowly tugging them down, but letting her do the rest. Finally when she removed the rest of her bra he couldn't help but stare. "Holy. Shit." Holy shit was right, they were... perfect. He kissed her once more, then her jaw bone down to her collar bone, stopping right above her breast. Tilting his head a bit he stared into her piercing blue eyes, starting to get even more excited he kissed the top of her boob, just right about the nipple.

Mannnnn, he was definitely starting to get a boner, which, in this case, wasn't a bad thing. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as his hips grazed against hers, his lips once again at hers. This, my friend, was going to be a fun night. Every worry, every thought about Chain, Jordyn, and Corelynn were disappearing and hopefully never returning again. Spencer life since the night Chain and his friendship melted away has changed so much. He was actually starting to break away from drugs. It made him happy... the happiest he's been in a great while, that's for sure.

TAGGING: Andy
STATUS: doneee!
WHERE: andy's house!
WORD COUNT: 530
WEARING: BOXERS 8D
CREDIT: memememememe.
NOTES: hahahahahaha, amazing < 3

[andrina stones]

Tonight I'm runnin' on gasoline




Tonight I'm gonna escape the scene

<sub>By this point, there was no doubt in Andy’s mind that they would go all the way. She didn’t mind of course, for she wanted it just as bad. It was strange the feelings that were beginning to come out of her as they continued to move farther and farther. As much as she hated it, she couldn’t help but feel as if she wished this wasn’t just a typical hook-up. She continued to curse herself out in her mind, scolding herself for any of these thoughts and feelings. This was just another fuck like every other guy she’d been with. Spencer would be no different, right? And she knew he didn’t feel the same way so it didn’t matter. This didn’t mean a thing.... She’d just have to keep telling herself that to make herself believe it.

Her fingers combed through his hair as he moved from her lips and slid down to her underwear, an excited bubble bursting through her. She bit her lip as she felt his teeth meet with the hem of her underwear, slowly tugging down. Kinky. But a total turn on none the less. But by now, any teasing he did was killing her. Bolts of electricity shot through her as she felt his lips meet her spot. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back in slight ecstasy. Her back arched slightly, the slightest gasp escaping her as she felt his tongue enter her. Her body shutter slightly. It was driving her mad. He was being way too cruel.

Her stomach tensed slightly as his lips moved back up, easing up her skin. She opened her eyes feeling the straps of her bra being moved down. Noticing him pause, she gave a teasing smile, getting the hint and moved her hands behind her, unhooking the clasp of her bra. Slowly, she allowed the bra to fall away, discarding it to the pile of their other clothes on the floor. Finally, she was completely nude. No hiding or changing her mind now. She bit the side of her lip seductively, giving a laugh as he spoke up, his eyes grazing over her body. She was glad he liked what he saw. She kissed him passionately before his lips parted from hers once more.

Her hands gripped his hair as his lips met her nipple, feeling her breasts start to harden. After a few moments, she gained back her control, placing her hands onto his shoulders, pushing him upright. It was no fun being the only one naked. As he came to a standing position at the end off the bed, her lips came down to his neck, kissing it deeply, occasionally biting it playful as her hands rubbed down his chest. Her thumbs hooked onto his boxers, yanking them down until they fell on their own to his ankles. Her hands stoked over his gear, feeling him getting hard, making her even more eager. She pulled herself away from his neck, leaving her love-bite, staring deep into his eyes with a small, playful grin.

Bringing her hands back up his chest, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her bare body against his, her lips pressing against his intensely. She kissed him deeply, with as much passion as she could muster, slipping her tongue into his mouth, and wrapping it around his own. She wanted him. Now. She pressed her body hard against his, beginning to lean back, hoping to give him a hint. She didn’t care what happened after this. At least she’d have this night of him all to herself.</sub>

Tonight has finally come

well looky here mister Spencer
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 597 /fail,
taken here at Andy's home
in my latest style of nada!
and Beautiful Together by Betty Curse playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; ackkk sry it sucks T.T

end credits; MINE

[spencer anderson]

SHE CAN'T BEHAVE AND I'M JUST A SLAVE
DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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DARLING WHAT IS GOING ON HONESTLY THAT NEVER
HAPPENED LYING IS YOUR FAVORITE PASSION

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Spencer knew they were going to go 'that far' and honestly, he was thrilled. A first it seemed like just another fuck... but it felt like with every touch, every kiss, it was making it more then just that. It was like he was gaining feelings for her, but honestly... he was. For some stupid reason, Andy was making him feel alright, like nothing was wrong, at this moment, that was somewhat true. Nothing was wrong. He felt amazing and obviously, thank God, so did Andy, which was his main goal; to make her want more. But... something inside him was saying she didn't like him like that, plus, he didn't know if he even truly liked her like that. It was just hard to explain.

He felt her fingers weave into his hair, making his bonder even worse. Spencer didn't know why, but his hair was one of his 'spots', weird, yes, he knew. But what even made it more worse is when he felt her tender nipple harden under his kiss, leaving a smirk along his lips. Her hands moved to his shoulders, pushing him upright, with no questions he followed her lead. Spencer's hand moved to her head, gently pressing it harder when her soft lips met his neck, his fingers getting lost her hair. The way she ran her hands along his chest made shivers of pleasure run through his bones. Uhggg, he was getting sick of waiting, it was either now or never, so obviously it would be now.

All of a sudden there was a cool breeze, was it getting cold in here...? But then he realized she had pulled his boxers off, leaving him feel a little stupid. Her hand stroked his package, making a shock of pleasure shoot through his veins. Enough, they would do it. There would be no consequences what so ever. None. Their eyes met, leaving quite a sexy smirk planted across his face as she looked at him with that devilish, but playful, grin - nothing innocent about her. The sudden pressure of her body against his was so intense, it felt like it was getting hotter by the second. One hand wrapped around her waist, the other one extended on the bed to hold them up. He returned as much passion in the kiss as he could, his tongue playing with hers.

This was definitely a sign that she was ready, that she wanted him. He was ready. They were finally going to go that extra mile. Sex. The word lingered in his mind, repeating its self in many different ways, but only pictures of Andy filled his head. It was so odd, before this night, he had no actual feelings for her... but now, that's all he could think about, her her her her. But, he wasn't complaining. Their bodies fell to the bed, some feathers from the pillow flying as they hit the mattress softly. His hand moved from her waist to her thigh, his hand moving up and down as he kissed her firmly. His lips moving with hers. This moment was amazing and it was only going to get better.

It was time, he knew she was ready and obviously he knew he was ready. He broke away from the kiss to look at her, a sign to say he was going in, trying to tell her to get ready for brief pain. I mean, it would only hurt for a couple seconds at the most. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He made his move, adjusting his hips to hers, making sure they were in perfect alignment. And finally... just finally, he was moving in.

It was like their souls were connected, rocking with each other. And this was a definite sign with wasn't just any one nightstand or something... it was involving into something more complex, not love, but something. His hips rocked with hers as things became a lot hotter. Ecstasy, delight, pleasure... everything, taking over his body. His bones screamed enjoyment, which led to a few mouns... it was a little embarrassing, but only a little. He kissed her once more, parting to tend to her neck, nibbling it lightly, hoping to get another reaction. His fingers weaved through her hair, exploring it as he rocked a little faster, putting a little more pressure on her hips, trying so hard to go slow and not hurt her.

TAGGING: Andy
STATUS: doneee!
WHERE: andy's house!
WORD COUNT: 739
WEARING: BOXERS
CREDIT: memememememe.
NOTES: hahahahahaha, amazing < 3 I LOVE THEM.