Misapprehensions
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bookaddict43Title: Misapprehensions
Author: Bookaddict
Fandom: Day Break
Characters: Chad/Andrea
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1558
Comments: This fic is answer to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladytalon1's prompt and is set in her (non)AU Day Break 'Verse An Internal Affair. Prompt: Chad/Andrea – argument.
“Hey Chad, I’m home!” Andrea hollered as she bounced through door. She hadn’t felt the watching presence today and was feeling better than she had all week. It was time to relax and have some wonderful sex with her Sarge. “Chad?” she called again.
“In the laundry,” Chad bellowed back as he dumped the clothes from his bag into the washing machine. His glance fell on the envelope at the bottom of the bag and his carefree mood melted away.
It had been a few days now since he’d found the photos and neither he nor Andrea had mentioned them. He’d intended to ask her about them as soon as he got home, but she’d had a birthday dinner, complete with cake ready and waiting for him. The follow up sex had been so mind-blowing that his questions were forgotten.
When he started thinking again he’d laid the photos out on the bed and studied them closely. Andy looked so beautiful and carefree; a contrast to her present state of paranoia. What if the photos were for someone else? His stomach clenched at the thought. Losing Rita had been hard enough; losing Andy would be ten times more gut-wrenching. Afraid to get an answer he didn’t want to hear, Chad had almost decided not to ask her about the photos after all.
”What’s taking so long?” Andy came into the room, a wineglass in each hand. “I need some loving to get over the day I’ve had.”
“I’ve been wondering about these,” Chad turned, a familiar orange envelope in his hand. “And when you might tell me about them?”
Andrea flushed angrily. “Where did you find them? Have you been going through my things?” That was one of the things Eddie had done that really freaked her out.
“Why would I do that?” Chad was hurt she’d think he’d do that sort of thing. “These were in my bag. Everyone at work saw them.”
“Everyone?” the colour drained from Andrea’s face. She wasn’t embarrassed about her body, but those pictures were meant for Chad and no-one else. The thought that the squad had seen them made her uncomfortable. “Why would you show them to everyone?”
“I didn’t exactly show…” Chad was getting angry now. “How did they get in my bag anyway? Were they even meant for me?”
“Meant for you? Meant for you?” Andrea stamped her foot. “Of course they were meant for you, you big lummox. How could you think anything else? You don’t trust me at all do you? You have to go through my things like I’m some little girl to be controlled. I had enough of that with Eddie thank you.”
Blinking angry and hurt tears from her eyes, she flung her wine glass at him, whirled and headed towards the front door. “I’m going home. Don’t call me.”
“Hey,” Chad was there before her, carefully not touching her but interposing his big body between her and the door. “Andy…” he swallowed. “Look…you’re so beautiful and I’m no prize. I wanted those photos to be for me, but you didn’t say anything…Can you stay and we can talk about this?”
Andrea looked at his worried face and relaxed slightly. The tension of the last few days had made her react more violently to Chad’s questions, than she might normally.
“Did that jerk really go through your stuff?” Chad’s question interrupted her considerations.
“Yeah,” Andrea moved away from the door and sat down on the couch. “He went through my calendar at work, my diary, even my purse sometimes.”
“I wouldn’t do that you know.”
“I know,” she nodded. Chad was wearing his IA face again; the one that blocked everyone out and kept them at a distance. “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just the last time I saw those photos they were on the top shelf in my wardrobe.”
“That’s where I found my gloves the other day,” Chad exclaimed. “Maybe I got the photos then.”
“Did everyone really see them?”
“Oh yeah,” Chad rolled his eyes, remembering the comments he was still getting.
“Oh,” Andrea blushed. “They really were meant just for you.”
“How come you didn’t give them to me then?”
“I got them for your birthday,” Andrea wanted to start from the beginning. “I wanted something special and Annie suggested these photos. But I thought they might send you the wrong message and backed off and gave you the watch instead.”
“What message?” Chad frowned.
“Some of the poses, they’re pretty intimate, something only couples who are pretty close would give as a gift.”
“You’re saying we aren’t close?”
“No,” Andrea hated the hurt expression on his face. “I thought I’d be making you feel pressured to take our relationship further than you were ready for. That I’m ready for either,” she admitted ruefully.
“Andy am I being stupid? What aren’t we ready for?”
“To move into together.”
“Oh,” Chad sat back against the cushions. “Don’t you want to move in with me?”
“Yes, no,” Andrea shook her head. “I don’t know. And you haven’t said a word about it and we’ve been so happy, I didn’t want to disturb that. And did you say you weren’t a prize?” She stopped babbling, jumped out of her chair and plopped down onto his lap. “You’re the best prize a girl could have Sarge.”
Chad wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. She been honest with him, he needed to be honest with her. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to move in with me. I’m not a comfortable person to live with you know and it isn’t that long since Reyes moved out. When I found those photos in my bag I thought you’d found someone else…”
“They were for you,” Andrea cuddled closer. “Like I said, there’s only you.” She jumped as her nose brushed against wet cloth. “Ewwwww, your shirt’s all wet.”
“You threw wine at me, remember?” Chad teased. “Not that I didn’t deserve it I guess.”
“Neither of us really deserved it. This argument was pretty stupid.” Andrea started working on his buttons. “This shirt needs to go in the washer straight away.”
“You just want to get me naked.”
“You caught me,” Andrea hopped off his lap and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s dump this shirt and get going on the naked part. We can talk more about stuff later.”
“Can you do some of those poses in real life?” Chad leered and cupped her bottom. “I’m partial to the one where you’re only wearing a thong.”
“I’m wearing it right now,” she wriggled her jean clad bottom at him as they walked into the laundry.
“You are?” Chad eyed her figure speculatively. “I want to see.” His hands went to her waist and started to undo her jeans.
“Can’t you wait till we get to the bedroom?” Andrea pushed at him half-heartedly.
“Nope,” Chad peeled off her jeans following their progress down her legs with kisses. “I’ve got an idea.” He stood up quickly and engulfing her in his arms, lifted her body onto the lid of the moving washing machine.
“Chad…mmmmm”. Andrea stopped protesting as he sank to his knees and mouthed her through her panties.
Squirming closer to his questing mouth, she fisted her hands into his hair and enjoyed the sensation of cloth and tongue rubbing against her. As the machine undulated beneath her, Chad probed strongly with his tongue, and adding a finger to the mix, pressed it and her panties against her clit. Overwhelmed Andrea wrapped her legs around his neck and cried out as she came.
Chad lifted his head and stood up his erection jutting out proudly. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
“Please,” Andy drew his head down to hers.
“Whatever you want,” Chad slowly drew her soaked panties off and regarded her, spread-eagled on the washing machine. “Beautiful.”
He moved between her legs and gently pulled till she was sitting on the edge of the machine and thrust into her welcoming heat. Andrea moaned in excitement and grabbed at his hips. “Closer,” she groaned into his mouth and kissed him frantically.
The spin cycle started and the washing machine began to vibrate under her as Chad thrust deeper and quicker, his hot heavy length, filling her. He reached down between their bodies and found the nub of her clit, pushing against it in time with his strokes.
Andrea’s breathing was erratic and she was whimpering in pleasure as the tension built inside her. Locking her legs around his hips, she began to shudder, muscles clamping around him. Chad groaned deeply and thrust a few more times, following her to climax.
“That was…guh,” Andy rested her head in the crook of his neck till their shudders subsided.
“Guh?” Chad questioned.
“Yeah.”
Gathering Andrea into his arms, Chad carried her into the bedroom and tumbled them onto the bed. “I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions,” he kissed her on the nose. “I do want us to move into together eventually. But you’re right; maybe neither of us are ready for that yet.”
“Talk about it again,” Andrea agreed sleepily. “So tired,” she snuggled against him. “I’ll show you my poses tomorrow ok?”
“That’d be nice,” Chad lay down beside her and watched her sleep till he nodded off himself.
Author: Bookaddict
Fandom: Day Break
Characters: Chad/Andrea
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1558
Comments: This fic is answer to
ladytalon1's prompt and is set in her (non)AU Day Break 'Verse An Internal Affair. Prompt: Chad/Andrea – argument. “Hey Chad, I’m home!” Andrea hollered as she bounced through door. She hadn’t felt the watching presence today and was feeling better than she had all week. It was time to relax and have some wonderful sex with her Sarge. “Chad?” she called again.
“In the laundry,” Chad bellowed back as he dumped the clothes from his bag into the washing machine. His glance fell on the envelope at the bottom of the bag and his carefree mood melted away.
It had been a few days now since he’d found the photos and neither he nor Andrea had mentioned them. He’d intended to ask her about them as soon as he got home, but she’d had a birthday dinner, complete with cake ready and waiting for him. The follow up sex had been so mind-blowing that his questions were forgotten.
When he started thinking again he’d laid the photos out on the bed and studied them closely. Andy looked so beautiful and carefree; a contrast to her present state of paranoia. What if the photos were for someone else? His stomach clenched at the thought. Losing Rita had been hard enough; losing Andy would be ten times more gut-wrenching. Afraid to get an answer he didn’t want to hear, Chad had almost decided not to ask her about the photos after all.
”What’s taking so long?” Andy came into the room, a wineglass in each hand. “I need some loving to get over the day I’ve had.”
“I’ve been wondering about these,” Chad turned, a familiar orange envelope in his hand. “And when you might tell me about them?”
Andrea flushed angrily. “Where did you find them? Have you been going through my things?” That was one of the things Eddie had done that really freaked her out.
“Why would I do that?” Chad was hurt she’d think he’d do that sort of thing. “These were in my bag. Everyone at work saw them.”
“Everyone?” the colour drained from Andrea’s face. She wasn’t embarrassed about her body, but those pictures were meant for Chad and no-one else. The thought that the squad had seen them made her uncomfortable. “Why would you show them to everyone?”
“I didn’t exactly show…” Chad was getting angry now. “How did they get in my bag anyway? Were they even meant for me?”
“Meant for you? Meant for you?” Andrea stamped her foot. “Of course they were meant for you, you big lummox. How could you think anything else? You don’t trust me at all do you? You have to go through my things like I’m some little girl to be controlled. I had enough of that with Eddie thank you.”
Blinking angry and hurt tears from her eyes, she flung her wine glass at him, whirled and headed towards the front door. “I’m going home. Don’t call me.”
“Hey,” Chad was there before her, carefully not touching her but interposing his big body between her and the door. “Andy…” he swallowed. “Look…you’re so beautiful and I’m no prize. I wanted those photos to be for me, but you didn’t say anything…Can you stay and we can talk about this?”
Andrea looked at his worried face and relaxed slightly. The tension of the last few days had made her react more violently to Chad’s questions, than she might normally.
“Did that jerk really go through your stuff?” Chad’s question interrupted her considerations.
“Yeah,” Andrea moved away from the door and sat down on the couch. “He went through my calendar at work, my diary, even my purse sometimes.”
“I wouldn’t do that you know.”
“I know,” she nodded. Chad was wearing his IA face again; the one that blocked everyone out and kept them at a distance. “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just the last time I saw those photos they were on the top shelf in my wardrobe.”
“That’s where I found my gloves the other day,” Chad exclaimed. “Maybe I got the photos then.”
“Did everyone really see them?”
“Oh yeah,” Chad rolled his eyes, remembering the comments he was still getting.
“Oh,” Andrea blushed. “They really were meant just for you.”
“How come you didn’t give them to me then?”
“I got them for your birthday,” Andrea wanted to start from the beginning. “I wanted something special and Annie suggested these photos. But I thought they might send you the wrong message and backed off and gave you the watch instead.”
“What message?” Chad frowned.
“Some of the poses, they’re pretty intimate, something only couples who are pretty close would give as a gift.”
“You’re saying we aren’t close?”
“No,” Andrea hated the hurt expression on his face. “I thought I’d be making you feel pressured to take our relationship further than you were ready for. That I’m ready for either,” she admitted ruefully.
“Andy am I being stupid? What aren’t we ready for?”
“To move into together.”
“Oh,” Chad sat back against the cushions. “Don’t you want to move in with me?”
“Yes, no,” Andrea shook her head. “I don’t know. And you haven’t said a word about it and we’ve been so happy, I didn’t want to disturb that. And did you say you weren’t a prize?” She stopped babbling, jumped out of her chair and plopped down onto his lap. “You’re the best prize a girl could have Sarge.”
Chad wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. She been honest with him, he needed to be honest with her. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to move in with me. I’m not a comfortable person to live with you know and it isn’t that long since Reyes moved out. When I found those photos in my bag I thought you’d found someone else…”
“They were for you,” Andrea cuddled closer. “Like I said, there’s only you.” She jumped as her nose brushed against wet cloth. “Ewwwww, your shirt’s all wet.”
“You threw wine at me, remember?” Chad teased. “Not that I didn’t deserve it I guess.”
“Neither of us really deserved it. This argument was pretty stupid.” Andrea started working on his buttons. “This shirt needs to go in the washer straight away.”
“You just want to get me naked.”
“You caught me,” Andrea hopped off his lap and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s dump this shirt and get going on the naked part. We can talk more about stuff later.”
“Can you do some of those poses in real life?” Chad leered and cupped her bottom. “I’m partial to the one where you’re only wearing a thong.”
“I’m wearing it right now,” she wriggled her jean clad bottom at him as they walked into the laundry.
“You are?” Chad eyed her figure speculatively. “I want to see.” His hands went to her waist and started to undo her jeans.
“Can’t you wait till we get to the bedroom?” Andrea pushed at him half-heartedly.
“Nope,” Chad peeled off her jeans following their progress down her legs with kisses. “I’ve got an idea.” He stood up quickly and engulfing her in his arms, lifted her body onto the lid of the moving washing machine.
“Chad…mmmmm”. Andrea stopped protesting as he sank to his knees and mouthed her through her panties.
Squirming closer to his questing mouth, she fisted her hands into his hair and enjoyed the sensation of cloth and tongue rubbing against her. As the machine undulated beneath her, Chad probed strongly with his tongue, and adding a finger to the mix, pressed it and her panties against her clit. Overwhelmed Andrea wrapped her legs around his neck and cried out as she came.
Chad lifted his head and stood up his erection jutting out proudly. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
“Please,” Andy drew his head down to hers.
“Whatever you want,” Chad slowly drew her soaked panties off and regarded her, spread-eagled on the washing machine. “Beautiful.”
He moved between her legs and gently pulled till she was sitting on the edge of the machine and thrust into her welcoming heat. Andrea moaned in excitement and grabbed at his hips. “Closer,” she groaned into his mouth and kissed him frantically.
The spin cycle started and the washing machine began to vibrate under her as Chad thrust deeper and quicker, his hot heavy length, filling her. He reached down between their bodies and found the nub of her clit, pushing against it in time with his strokes.
Andrea’s breathing was erratic and she was whimpering in pleasure as the tension built inside her. Locking her legs around his hips, she began to shudder, muscles clamping around him. Chad groaned deeply and thrust a few more times, following her to climax.
“That was…guh,” Andy rested her head in the crook of his neck till their shudders subsided.
“Guh?” Chad questioned.
“Yeah.”
Gathering Andrea into his arms, Chad carried her into the bedroom and tumbled them onto the bed. “I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions,” he kissed her on the nose. “I do want us to move into together eventually. But you’re right; maybe neither of us are ready for that yet.”
“Talk about it again,” Andrea agreed sleepily. “So tired,” she snuggled against him. “I’ll show you my poses tomorrow ok?”
“That’d be nice,” Chad lay down beside her and watched her sleep till he nodded off himself.
