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Post by andy mclaughlin on Mar 30, 2011 18:27:33 GMT
Andy was late. It was a regular occurrence when it came to Reverb. He hated it sometimes. It was so serious. There was no banter, it was all work, work, work. The only highlight of going was seeing Pippa Doherty. His girlfriend of almost three months. She was too good for him, he was not even good enough for her when he knew what was going on. He could not understand what she saw in him. Andy was wearing a pair of black jeans, a geeky lost t-shirt and a big grey hoody. He had his grey messenger bag with his paper-work in it. He was completely prepared for today’s proceedings. He walked into the Warehouse and looked sheepishly at all the leaders, giving them all an apologetic half-smile and then claiming his seat beside Pippa. She looked absolutely beautiful, but that was to be expected. Andy’s hair was especially long at the moment, covering his shoulders in whispy strands around his neck. He smiled at Pippa and kissed her briefly on the mouth, “What have I missed?” He asked arching one of his eyebrows and leaning back on his chair. He assumed that he hadn’t missed anything because he was only fifteen minutes late. He rubbed his belly and smiled at her, “I’m really hungry,” He mumbled, “We should go get something to eat after this.” He suggested and then turned his attention back to Corey. wordcount;; two hundred thirty seven outfit;; look it, it's cute (;
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Post by pippa doherty on Mar 30, 2011 21:30:13 GMT
Andy was late.
Again. Surprise, surprise. Pippa could feel Corey glancing accusingly in her direction every so often as if she was supposed to do something about it, as if it was somehow her fault Andy had no sense of commitment or punctuality. It was part of what she loved about him. How thrilling his unpredictability could be. It was so dramatically removed for her own nature which compelled her to arrive early and lay out chairs so she didn't miss anything. However, an hour late wasn't endearing or exciting; it was just fucking annoying. Okay, so he'd only missed fifteen minutes of the meeting, but still did plans mean nothing to him?
Finally when he turned up, looking as frustratingly stunning as ever and slipped into his seat next to her, Pippa couldn't figure out what it was that made her accept his brief kiss so happily. "What have I missed?" he asked casually. Anyone else who had dared stand her up like that would have ended up with a heel embedded where their eye used to be with that question. But there was something so forgiveable in his glazed expression. “I’m really hungry,” He mumbled, “We should go get something to eat after this.”
"That was the idea. You wouldn't be hungry if you stopped thinking about your stomach and started thinking about getting a watch. Or did you just forget all together?" Pippa demanded in a low voice, keeping her eyes on the power-point Corey was attempting to get the students to focus on. She tried to sound angry, let-down, dejected; all the things a girlfriend was supposed to be when her boyfriend messed her about. But she couldn't; it was both the curse and charm of dating Andy. She sighed and squeezed his knee affectionately, "It doesn't matter. We can get some dinner as soon as this is over, Corey probably won't need us all night," Pippa could've sworn Corey had heard her as he shot a glance of pure malice in their direction. [/size] word count; threefourfive |
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Post by andy mclaughlin on Mar 30, 2011 22:47:31 GMT
There was something in the air that warned Andy that he had done something wrong. Perhaps it was the way Pippa’s piercing blue eyes followed him across the room and bored into his skull. He smiled at her, completely unaware of what he had done and hoping that flashing a few of his pearly whites would get him away with it. “Are you okay?” He mumbled under his breath. He was very aware of Corey’s angry gaze but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The pair had been very good friends for years but recently Andy had found Corey extremely irritating and very likely to be passive aggressive towards him and he couldn’t work out why.
Pippa demanded if he had forgotten all together and Andy quickly began to think about what he was supposed to have done. ‘Damnit! Dinner!’ He thought to himself. He smiled meekly. Maybe that joint had been a bad idea? “I honestly forgot. I’m so sorry, love.” He mumbled to her, he glanced at the terrible Power Point and then looked back at the side of Pippa’s beautiful face – she had such smooth skin, how was it always so flawless? He crossed his legs, his foot resting on his bad knee, and pretended to give Corey his full attention while tilting his head towards Pippa to make sure she knew he was paying attention to her. “What do you want for dinner? I got money today so I’m definitely buying.” He smiled slightly and tried to talk out of the side of the mouth. He was trying to hold eye contact with Corey in order to make him believe that he was listening to what was being said.
Andy had been given twenty-five pounds that morning. Ten pounds of it had been invested into some weed; the rest was in his back pocket. He wasn’t sure why his mother had given him this money but he didn’t mind! He rubbed the underneath of the thigh of his sore leg and then looked Corey in the eye. “Do you mind?” Corey demanded suddenly. “Not at all.” Andy smirked, “Get out if you don’t want to be here.” Corey spat. Andy rubbed his leg a little more viciously and then sighed, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” He retorted angrily. Corey rolled his eyes and turned back to his Power Point talking in a pointedly louder voice.
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Post by pippa doherty on Apr 5, 2011 18:05:43 GMT
Pippa felt a wave of crimson embarrassment gracing her cheeks as Corey berated them for their rudeness; a wave that turned into a tsunami as Andy answered him back. It was always like this with him. Two parts mortification, wonderfully diluted by one part exhilaration. An adrenaline rush seemed to accompany Andy in the way he responded to life; with a freedom she could only dream of acting with. Andy was so marvellously unpredictable. Being around him made her feel alive, made her explore possibilities she wouldn't have even seen without him. For that, she was willing to take the embarrassment.
However, she liked to see it as one of the benefits he got from their relationship that whenever he was about to go too far, she would let him know. Judging by the look on Andy's face and the puce colour of Corey's neck, now was one of those times. She squeezed his knee in warning and placed a careful kiss just below his ear. "I'm not fussy, besides, it's not exactly food I've got on my mind at the moment," she purred, nipping his earlobe gently. Her heart was racing, which to most girls would seem ridiculous. But they didn't know quite how conservative Pippa was. She was practically sleeping with David Cameron's beliefs. This was flat out racy for her and it was all thanks to Andy she felt capable of being racy. Sexy, even. Girls like Pippa didn't do sexy. Or so she had assumed, until she'd met Andy. He made her feel it. And that was worth a million missed dinner dates. "I have an idea," Pippa murmured conspiratorially, then pushed her chair back, "You know something?" She said, a little louder, pulling away from him and fanning herself with a purposefully limp hand. "I don't think I feel so good," Pippa ensured Corey could both see and hear her as she looked slightly dazed, swaying lightly. Being pale by nature had its perks at times, adding to the effect of her mysterious and sudden 'sickness'. "I think I might need some air," she allowed her voice to trail off weakly. She just hoped Andy wasn't too stoned to get it. [/size] word count; threeeightfour |
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Post by andy mclaughlin on Apr 7, 2011 16:56:02 GMT
Andy couldn’t believe the sort of tension that had formed between him and Corey since Andy started dating Pippa. He supposed that Corey was jealous because Andy had scored the hot girl. Or maybe it was because Andy was even more inclined to show off by being cheeky now. Whatever the reason, he didn’t really care what Corey thought anymore. Andy looked over at Pippa and arched an eyebrow at her suggestive comment about how she didn’t have food on her mind. He felt anticipation growing in his stomach as his mind raced with the possibilities of what she was suggesting. He tucked his hair behind his ear and pulled his hat down a little bit further. “Oh, Miss Doherty!” He mumbled under his breath and couldn’t suppress the lunatic smile that was intruding on his slightly goofy features.
Pippa told him she had an idea and then proceeded to get ill very suddenly. Andy frowned, genuinely concerned for his girlfriend who had gotten sick with such swift onset that he was forced to assume that it was a tropical disease of some sort. There was something about the way she looked at him as she said that she might need some air that made Andy realise what she was doing – she was feigning illness! He frowned deeper, to suppress his growing smile and said quite loudly, “I think some air would be a really good idea.” And he gently stroked the back of her hair and then stood up. “Corey, man, is it okay if I take Pip outside for a bit?” He addressed their leader directly who was looking at Pippa with such concern in his eyes that Andy wondered if he had feelings for her.
Andy guided Pippa out of her seat towards the door, and arm around her back holding her bicep and his other hand grasping at her limp hand, he kissed her on the cheek as they walked and looked over his shoulder at Corey with a slight grimace on his face. “You’re an evil genius.” He mumbled to her as they went through the front door. He took her over to the window sill outside the office and then he sat down and took his cigarettes out of his pocket. He put one in his mouth and then looked over at Pippa, laughed and put it behind his ear. “Come here.” He growled and pulled her towards him into a passionate kiss, his hand resting on the base of her neck and the other casually on her knee.
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Post by pippa doherty on Apr 11, 2011 18:40:48 GMT
Pippa could feel Corey's concerned gaze burning holes in the back of her head as Andy helped her make a swift exit. She could feel the early onset guilt bubbling in her stomach, but the approval in Andy's voiced soothed her endlessly. It wasn't her problem Corey insisted on riling up Andy; it was his fault entirely that she'd felt the need for them to leave early. Pippa could have sworn there hadn't been such a tension between them before she had started dating Andy. Corey was her friend - what was he playing at?
“Come here.” Andy pushed all thoughts of Corey from her mind as he pulled her towards him, one of his hands falling to rest on the base of her neck in that little spot that made her shiver and the other casually on her knee sending electricity dancing across her skin. It spread through her whole being like wildfire as her hands slid casually into his hair; her seat on the window ledge far from occupied as she moved seamlessly into his lap. Okay, so maybe it wasn't entirely Corey's fault she had call it quits prematurely.
If her mother could see her now she would be appalled. The very idea that Pippa would talk to a guy like Andy would have been quite unfathomable, nevermind kiss him. Or think the decidedly wicked thoughts she was thinking at this very moment. No, not her little Pipkin. Just further proof that Pippa's mother knew her gardener better than she knew her own daughter. Pippa smirked against Andy's soft lips. That suited her just fine.
"Well, Mr McLaughlin, this evil genius couldn't have done it without such a compliant accomplice," She purred, biting his lip gently and placing a careful trail of kisses down his neck to his collarbone. "Still hungry?" She asked, arching an eyebrow and meeting his eye with a devilish twinkle."Because I am feeling much better." [/size] word count; threefourtwo |
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Post by andy mclaughlin on Apr 13, 2011 21:39:43 GMT
Andy was almost intoxicated more by Pippa’s presence than he was by any drug he had ever taken. He wasn’t one prone to hyperbole but with Pippa, his feelings were just off the charted register of emotion. He couldn’t even begin to understand how she had such a complete hold over him. Everything she did was charming, adorable, beautiful, wonderful. The girl could genuinely do no wrong and he could almost not understand why.
Andy grinned at her when she admitted she was an evil genius and almost quivered with delight when she trailed kisses down his neck – of course, he didn’t quiver because he was manly. “It’s not fair,” Andy began, in a breathless voice, “That you get to be the beauty and the brains of this outfit. I’ve no role.” He smirked slightly and then lifted her chin up with his finger and captured her lips with his. A smile washed over his face as he looked into her startlingly blue eyes and wondered what on earth she saw in him. She nibbled his lip and he couldn’t believe how weak it made him feel. He couldn’t believe his luck. Pippa Doherty liked him! Not just liked, loved! What were the chances?
She was teasing him; his stomach was tied in knots. He loved this. He loved the fact that she was willing to mess around with him, willing to be suggestive. He’d never really encountered anyone who would take that sort of interest in him. “I’m a different kind of hungry now.” He mumbled, he loved it when she arched her eyebrow, she looked positively ravishing. He smiled at her widely and kissed her on the mouth again, he looked over his shoulder, towards the door and then smiled at her, “Make me feel better.” He growled and then bit his lip slightly and then kissing her passionately on the mouth again.
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