Andley OneShots ✔

Demon Feet

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Ashley

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"Ashley. I'm cold."

I put my attention on changing the channel on the TV as I looked for something worth distracting me from the 'baby' I dopted. An old cartoon from his childhood before appeared before me. Ah.

"Baby! Don't ignore me."

I did the opposite. Saying absolutely nothing. I could feel Andy's chin resting on the crook of my neck, his cheek brushing against my own and his hair tickling my ear. I felt Andy's free arm drape over my hip.

I shifted slightly, turning my head just a bit so I could see Andy peering down at me expectantly. He stared back, and gave a big stupid smile.

"Love you."

Without giving him time to say anything further, I faced forward again, resting my head back on Andy's shoulder.

The feel of Andy's thighs pressing against mine, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and his innocently wandering fingers across my hip did nothing but send the heat rushing through my body, resting in my belly where it lit a fire.

Andy's fingers walked down the curve of my hip, settling in the small dip between my ribcage and hip bone. The muscles across my stomach clenched. I could hear Andy chuckle, that warm breath ghosting over my face, as I flinched again the moment he walked his fingers across my sensitive places.

"Cut it out!" I giggled.

"Warm me up." he whines.

"Go get a blanket."

"I'm cold!" Andy whined, dragging his feet down my leg and hooked his toe under the edge of my sweatpants. When those ice cold feet made contact with my skin, I wanted nothing more than to fly away from those bad touches and kick Andy into the snow that was outside. However, with his arms gripping me so tightly and his thighs clamped down on my leg, moving was hard.

"Stop Andy!"

Andy ignored me; tightening his grasp as he tried to shimmy his feet further up my pants leg. I was going to fight this demon until -

"Ow!"

"What?" Andy stopped his assault, watching me in curiosity.

"What the hell?!" I pulled up the leg of my sweat pants, revealing a long, red mark trailing up. "Andy! What the hell?!"

"What did I do?"

"When was the last time you cut your damn toe nails?!"

"Umm..."

"...Are you serious?"

Andy lifted one of his legs into the air, staring up at his feet. "A while ago, I guess..."

"You really need to cut those things." I scoffed, turning my attention back to my leg. Andy lowered his feet back to the couch, using his big toe to poke me in the calf.

"Is it really that bad?"

I looked down at his feet, glancing at Andy's toes. "Yes!"

Andy frowned, wiggling his toes in thought, "Eh..." He rested his head in his palm, "Ehh..." Bending his leg at the knee, Andy spread his legs, sprawling out as if I wasn't still sitting on the couch. "You do it."

"...Why?" I pout.

"What? You're the one who has a problem with it." Andy really loved speaking in that "matter-of-fact" tone.

"I am not cutting your toenails." I shook my head laughing. Cutting his toenails, ha!

Andy stared at me for a moment before his eyes narrowed and the smirk on his lips grew impossibly wide.

Andy wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face into my hip. He tangled our legs together, keeping me hostage as he began continuously rubbing his toes against my flesh.

"What ar-? Cut it out!"

Andy ignored me. Using the second toe and his big toe to grab my pants and pull them up higher on his shins once again. Every now and then, I would feel the edge of his toes scrape my skin and even though it didn't hurt that much, it was annoying enough for me to decide that it was definitely time to retreat. Fast.

Twisting at my torso with a groan, I dropped my arms down on the carpet. Kicking my feet in an attempt to free myself from Andy's vice grip.

"Ashes, Don't run away from me!"

"Get off of me, demon feet."

Shockingly enough, Andy never let go. He left me to pull and pull until I landed on my stomach on the floor and Andy collapsed off the couch, landing on top of my legs with a low "Oomf."

I blinked. Pushing up onto my elbows, I looked back until I could see Andy still gripping on to my hips. "Have you completely lost your mind?"

Andy shook his head.

"Then let me go."

Andy shook his head.

"Andy!"

He grinned up at me. He released me momentarily, only to crawl on the floor until he was straddling my hips. "I'm cold." he pressed his arms down on the ground and pressed a soft kiss on the back of my shoulder. "Warm me up, baby." Andy pressed his chest against my back with a sly grin on his face.

I knew exactly what Andy meant. Smirking, I leaned my head back and pressed his lips to Andy's. I could feel Andy raising his hips, giving me enough room to turn my body. Before Andy could get comfortable, I rolled us over. I pinned Andy's arms down and nibbled on on the corner of his mouth. Trailing my lips along the side of his neck, I bit down on his pulse, enjoying the rumble of appreciation in Andy's throat.

I smirked and pressed another soft kiss against his jugular before leaning back up to his mouth. "No."

Andy blinked at him as if the information hadn't processed yet. "No?"

I laughed and pecked him full on the lips. "No. Not until you cut your damn toenails."

And with that said, I stood, leaving Andy to stare after me in confusion. I could hear Andy scrambling to his feet, stomping after me as I made my way to the bedroom.

"W-Wait! I'll put socks on!"

I turned around, grinning at Andy from the doorway. "No!" And with that, I shut the door in Andy's face.

"Ashley, you big meanie!"