Quaranteam Ch. 37

After closing the door behind Xander, he walked back down stairs, intending to clean up the remaining empty beer bottles and glasses left behind in the living room, only to find that Nicolette had beaten him to it, having cleaned it all up and then disappearing into her room for the night, so he couldn't even say thank you to her.

"I swear, we've got a ninja for a French maid around this house," he muttered to himself with amusement. Huginn, his black cat, stood up from his perch on the back of one of the couches, stretched by arching his back, then moved to sit back down exactly where he was. "I feel ya, bud," he agreed with the cat. "We should probably see about getting to bed, don't you think, ladies?"

Piper shook her head, pushing Andy back to sit down on the couch. "Not for a bit. You can sleep when you're dead," she said with a grin. "Don't you agree, Sarah?"

"Oh totally," the tall redhead said, moving to slide in to one side of Andy on the couch. "You lose one-third of your life sleeping, well, I mean I guess you don't really lose it since you have to sleep otherwise you'll go insane, but it's, like, a lot a lot of time to be spending doing just one thing."

"Besides, I have to say thank you for making sure you brought my best friend to be nearby so I didn't feel so lonely all the time," Piper said, peeling her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside, leaving her in a sports bra and tight fitted blue jeans, her toned stomach bared to the cool night air. "We've been kinda dancing around each other for the last few weeks, Andy, and I don't want you to think I'm not grateful, because I'm very thankful for all the things you've done for me since we've met."

"Piper, you don't have--" he started before she lifted her hand up to cover his mouth,

"Andy, enough," she giggled. "You can just say 'you're welcome' when you're being thanked for something, you know. You don't have to try and play down the work that went into it."

He smirked a little bit, as she pulled her hand back. "I just don't want you to feel like you owe me anything."

"Oh, but Andy, I do owe you," she said, bending down to press a kiss to his lips, just a soft and quick one. "You got me away from that asshole Covington. When I couldn't think straight, you did everything you could to bring me back to being me again, and that's not something anyone would do." She inhaled the scent of him, and he could swear he saw her pupils dilate a little in response. "You remember how I told you I could smell you from far away? I still can, but the raw musk of you is even more intense up close, and I fucking love how you smell, you sexy bastard. It makes me feel warm and safe and gooey and sticky and protected all at once. And I know that at least some of that is just the chemicals flowing through my brain bonding me to you, but you know what?" She leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe a little bit. "I've decided that I don't fucking care why I feel how I feel. I feel how I feel and that's all that fucking matters. You've kept me safe. You've given me space when I wanted it, and been happy to talk with me when I needed that. You helped me get my friend here and kept her safe, and as soon as you thought it was time, you pushed my ass to get back to work and reminded me not to give up on my dreams. So don't you dare fucking tell me I don't have to repay you, because even if you don't think that I do, I do, and I want to."

"You're the only one of the girls who says she can smell me anywhere in the house, Piper," he told her. "I hope that's not a sign that anything's wrong because Covington held off so long on letting you get imprinted after the injections."

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with me, Andy," she purred, unbuttoning her jeans before pushing them down to her ankles, not having bothered to put shoes on earlier, stepping out of them and her panties, leaving her in just the sports bra. She had such an athletic body that it had a tendency to make Andy feel a little ashamed of how out of shape he was. "I'm just different, that's all. Being able to smell you when you're in the house? I consider that a benefit, not a side effect. I get a little anxious when you leave and I can't smell you, not so much that it bothers me, but just enough that I notice the feeling of longing I have that you aren't on hand. And I've reread that letter you left me over a dozen times, because each time, I think I fall for you a little more." She grinned, grabbing her sports bra, pulling it up over her head, tossing it aside. "So yeah, I was scared of saying that, but I'm definitely falling for you, Andrew Rook. Falling in love with you. That's why I was so deep in thought the other morning. You didn't do anything to make me upset or angry. I just was worried about how to tell you."

"Why would you be worried?" he said with a kind smile.

"You've got so many beautiful women here, Andy," she said, gesturing back to the house. "I mean, shit, you've got Sarah Fucking Washington with her arm around you right now! I know I'm fit, but I'm not beautiful like she and Em are."

At that, he raised a single finger, pointing at her. "How dare you," he said, his tone evening a little bit. "You are fucking stunning, I mean beautiful like you cannot even imagine and I do not want to hear you saying you're not beautiful ever again, okay? Because whatever dumb ass boyfriend or athlete you met who said you weren't pretty was the biggest fucking moron you ever met, and you shouldn't give whatever that prick said another thought ever again. Tell her I'm right, Sarah," he said with a soft laugh, shaking his head.

"Yep yep yep," Sarah said with a giggle. "Stop being fucking stupid because you're not just pretty, you're fucking hot, and every girl in this house who likes girls thinks so. Shit, I heard Katie telling Jenny that if she wanted to give her a hall pass for her birthday, she'd want to use it on you over all the other girls in the house."

Piper giggled, shaking her head, her dark hair covering her eyes for a minute. "You're fucking lying, Sarah."

"Cross my fucking heart, swear to fucking God, may she strike me the fuck down if I'm lying. Katie thinks you're the hottest bitch in the house, so you need to shut the fuck up about saying you aren't fucking pretty because that's the stupidest fucking thing anyone's said today, and people talk, like, the worst amount of shit in this house when they think people aren't listening," Sarah said, rolling her eyes, as if she found the whole thing hilariously sad.

"Well, that's something I wouldn't have believed if you hadn't told me," Piper replied with a smile. "And I was talking about us dancing around each other, Andy, and I want to apologize for that. I know we've had a handful of encounters, but I've been... guarded, and I'm sorry for how guarded I've been emotionally. I think maybe I was a little hurt that you didn't want to bring Brooke into this house, even though I know you said you thought she'd be a better match with Xander. I thought maybe that was a polite way of you trying to duck out of meeting her..." She looked down at her feet. "I feel a bit guilty about that right now, having spent a bunch of the evening talking with her. I have known that girl almost half a decade, and not once during any of that time have I ever seen her that goddamn happy. I think she fell in love at first sight with Xander, and they spent most of the day before they came over just talking, and she could not shut up about him the entire time I was hanging out with her." Piper giggled a little, shaking her head. "How the fuck did you know, Andy Rook, that they would be so fucking perfect for each other?"

He shrugged a little. "I'm a good judge of character, I guess. I knew they'd mesh well, but you never can tell how well until they actually get together. I certainly knew she wouldn't be happy with me, but I also knew that her being close to you would make both you and her happy. So I took a gamble and set up an introduction. Life's about knowing how to gamble when the odds are even slightly in your favor."

She moved up to slide into his lap. "The last few weeks, I kept waiting for the penny to drop, Andy. I know you did the right thing in saving me from Covington, but I kept waiting to find what deep dark secret you had squirreled away. Nobody's perfect, and I figured if I could get out ahead of whatever was coming down the pipeline at me, I'd be able to prepare for the disappointment. I talked to every girl in the house. I talked to Phil Marcos. I kept digging and digging, trying to see what you didn't want me to find. And... there isn't anything, is there? You really are just a good, nice man without anything to hide."

"Oh, I'm sure there are things in there I wouldn't want getting out, if you dig around far enough, but I've done as much as I can to live my life with as few regrets as possible. If you want to know about those things, Piper, all you ever had to do is ask me," he sighed. "You're family and I'm always an open book for family."

"Then tell me. Tell me the one thing you're most ashamed of."

"Well, shit Piper... you already met her. Her name is Erin Donegal. I was lonely, I was frustrated and I thought nobody was ever going to love me, so I settled and I accepted somebody who treated me like shit. I knew I should get out almost immediately after she and I started dating, but it took me a long time, far longer than it should've, to actually get free from her. I'm ashamed that I stayed with her for as long as I did, I'm ashamed of how I let her treat me and how I let her treat my friends. But I decided never to make that mistake again."

Piper leaned in and kissed him tenderly. "And you think that's a flaw in you and not in her. You're an idiot, Andy."

He shrugged a little bit. "What about you, Piper? What're you most ashamed of?"

"Doubting you," she said, smoothing her hand against the back of his head. "How about it, Sarah? You want to give him a tussle with me?"

"I thought you weren't into girls, Piper," Sarah said.

"Oh I'm not, but that doesn't mean we can't do him together," Piper said with a wry smile. "Every girl is like a tiny bit bi, so I'm not gonna fuck you, Sarah, but I kinda like the idea of fucking Andy with you... Unless you're scared..."

Sarah narrowed her eyes, a sly grin on her face, as Piper lifted Andy's shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. "Are you calling me chicken?"

"Oh no no no no n--yes," Piper replied. "Bock bock bock!"

"This shit is on, Andy," Sarah said with a giggle. She grabbed Piper's head and pulled her down to kiss her fiercely right in front of Andy's eyes, the athlete giving a slight yelp up surprise before moaning into it, as their tongues tangled up, and Piper's hands were feverishly struggling to get Andy's jeans undone.

Sarah hopped off the couch, slipping away from the two of them, stripping her shirt, sweatpants and panties off, clearly not having bothered with a bra today, as Piper also slid from his lap, grabbing onto his jeans and boxers by the waist, yanking them down with such force he thought she was going to pull him off the couch, until Sarah lifted one of her feet to push against his chest, holding him in place against the back of the couch. "Nuh uh, you stay right there, Mister," she said with a grin. "You're not allowed to move from that spot."

Andy laughed a little bit. "Yes ma'am."

Piper tossed his clothes into a pile on the floor with complete disregard before crawling back up onto Andy's lap, as Sarah moved onto her knees alongside of him, her fingertips reaching up to brush Piper's dark hair from her face.

"So why me, huh?" Sarah asked her. "Why'd'ja choose me to play with you and Andy?"

Piper bit her bottom lip, as if she was a tad nervous, before she shyly looked up at Sarah. "'Cause I'm kinda turned on with how you talk, Sarah, and I was kinda hoping you could talk to me that way while I was trying to make our man happy?" Despite all the massive confidence he'd seen Piper bearing almost the entire time he'd known her, she seemed almost nervous that Sarah would consider turning her down, as if her voiced desire was a step too far beyond the pale.

Sarah licked her lips as her eyes widened. "I will totally fucking do that as long as you agree to just one fucking condition. If you don't, well, I can just go upstairs and leave you two to it."

Andy was about to ask, but Piper beat him to it. "What condition is that?"

"You can't, like, get fucking mad at me for anything I say, or anything I call you. 'Cause if I'm gonna fucking do this, then I'm gonna fucking do this, and I can't be all in my fucking head about you thinking I'm being mean or rude or shit. So you can't be all pissed off that I call you dirty things if you're fucking asking me to talk fucking dirty to you," Sarah giggled. "That cool, bitch?"

"Not only do I promise not to get mad, Sares," Piper said to her. "I promise to like it."

Sarah nodded. "Good, then why the fuck aren't you on top of that dick already?"

Piper pursed her lips into a smile. "I was waiting for you to tell me I could, Andy."

Sarah's hand swatted over and spanked Piper's ass with a loud smack. "He shouldn't have to tell you, you daft bitch. You wanted to fuck him, he totally didn't say 'not now' or some shit, so that means fucking time is on!"

In the middle of Sarah's sentence, Piper reached down to grab his cock and get it aligned so she could slide right down onto it, straddling him to get his dick as deep inside of her as she could, her other hand resting on his shoulder.

"That's a good girl," Sarah purred. "Don't you feel so much better without an empty cunt, you athletic slut you?"

Piper nodded, leaning over to kiss Sarah again, although Sarah pushed her back after a few seconds, clearly intent on keeping her mouth free so she could talk to her. "I've had like a dozen partners, and not one of them made me feel like Andy does," Piper said, looking at Sarah's face.

Sarah slapped Piper's ass again, this time even harder. "So why are you fucking telling me, bitch? Am I the one whose dick is jammed up your stupid snatch?"

Piper moaned as Sarah's fingernails dragged against that reddening flesh, shaking her head, turning to look at Andy. "You feel so fucking good inside of me, Andy," she said to him. "Thank you for taking me in." On 'in,' she bounced down hard in his lap. "Thank you for saving my friend." On 'friend,' she did it again.

"It's a shame you're on fucking birth control," Sarah teased, "because these are fucking breeding hips, and you'd look super fucking cute with a baby bump, but I guess you need to go and win your gold medal before we can talk about getting you bred like a proper bitch."

Piper's tongue swiped out over her own lips, as she nodded. "I'll do it eventually," she said eagerly. "I'll happily bear your child, Andy, but I gotta do the Olympics first, to prove to myself that I can really do it."

"You don't--" Andy started but Piper kissed him once more, jamming her tongue into his mouth sloppily, making sure to silence him.

"Mmmm... I think she likes the idea of you fucking breeding her, Andy," Sarah said with a laugh. "The idea of you pumping her fucking cunt so full of fuck cream that it's practically oozing out of her, so messy and sloppy, like a good little whore. You like that image don't you, Pipes?"

The athletic brunette nodded quickly. "I do I do I fucking do so fucking much," she panted, as Sarah reached one of her hands in to pinch one of Piper's tan nipples firmly, giving it a twist, which made the girl groan huskily.

"And yet, you're still fucking holding back," Sarah scolded. "You gotta fucking give in like a good girl, otherwise you won't get what you fucking what, what I know you think you fucking deserve, but you don't deserve it until you've ditched all those fucking fears and embraced who the fuck you are from now on." She gave Piper's ass another hard smack before sliding her hand around the athlete's waist, moving her thumb down to rub against Piper's clit, as Andy felt her start to tighten up even more around his shaft. "But I bet, I just fucking bet, that if you just let it out, let it all fucking out, you'd feel fucking better, and you'd get what a good bitch deserves."

"Fuck, Sarah, you're so fucking good with those fingers," Piper whimpered.

"Damn fucking straight I am," Sarah said. "But I'm gonna stop if you don't cut loose."

"I'm... I'm fucking scared," Piper whispered quietly.

"We all were, Pipes, but you learn to fucking let go and trust, not just in Andy but in the family, in all the fucking rest of us, that we've got your fucking back, that we're gonna fucking take care of you, so either you're fucking in or you're out... what's it gonna be, bitch?"

"I'm in..." she cried, her voice shredded and frantic, clearly about to have an immense orgasm. "I'm in I'm in I'm so fucking in..."

"Not fucking yet you aren't," Sarah said harshly. "Gotta let that last fucking guard down, gotta let that last fucking truth out. You'll feel better, bitch, but you gotta fucking say it..."

"Andy Rook, I fucking love you!" Piper shouted before she kissed him hard, and she started to have a monstrous orgasm, her whole body violently trembling, and the spasms of her pussy around his dick forced his own release, as he started spewing arcing loads of steaming jism inside of her, the two of them locked together on top and bottom, the intensity of the orgasm cratering them out.

As soon as it had passed, Piper buried her face into Andy's neck, laughing a little bit even as he could feel her eyes watering, tears of joy slipping from her face. "I thought I'd never say that to another person as long as I fucking lived," she whispered against his skin, "but I do... I fucking love you, Andy Rook."

"And I love you too, Piper Brown," he said, stroking her hair with one hand, his other intertwined with Sarah's.

They stayed like that for a minute or so before Piper started to giggle, turning to look over at Sarah. "I don't know how you do it," she said to the tall redhead, "sitting there watching and not demanding to get involved."

"Oh I'm happy enough to wait my fucking turn," Sarah giggled. "But pretty quick Imma need you to get off of him so I can fucking get off."

Piper's giggle burst from her as she nodded then leaned over to kiss Sarah. "Thank you for that," she told her. "I hate having to ask for help."

"That's what family's for," Sarah answered. "But get a little, give a little, so Imma also need you to help me out here."

The brunette climbed from his lap, and his cock was absolutely soaked with their juices, and while he was starting to soften, that feral look in Sarah's eyes told him he wasn't done yet, and made him begin to stiffen up again.

"Whatever you need, Sares," Piper said, "I got you, boo."

"I'll just need a helping hand," Sarah said, getting up off the couch. Andy tried to get up as well, but Sarah shoved him back down once more. "Who told you you could fucking get up?" she giggled. "I need you to stay there and let me run the fucking show this time, 'cause I'm a little fucking nervous, and I want to have the fucking control to do this how I think fucking feels right. I hope that's fucking okay with you, because if it isn't, well, I don't fucking care, now, do I?"

Andy wasn't entirely sure what Sarah had in mind, as she turned away from him and moved to straddle his legs, but very quickly, it dawned on him what she was doing. "I can't fucking believe Emily did this shit before I did," Sarah said, reaching one hand back to grab his cock. Her position had her legs spread wide, as she moved to rub the tip of his dick along her pussy before dragging it downward, nestling it against the rosebud of her asshole. "Had to be fucking first to something, I guess." He could feel the tall woman getting his cock aligned right and then slowly started sitting down on it, his shaft pulsing in excitement as he felt her body, tight and a little unprepared, try and resist his cock's entrance before she finally seemed to lose patience with her own hole, as she pushed down to get the head of his cock inside of her ass. Her head leaned back, her eyes looking up at the ceiling, as a guttural, almost paleolithic, moan of pain and pleasure boiled out of her. "Fffffffuck that's fucking big that's big holy fucking shitballs that's a big fat fucking dick and it's fucking going up my fucking ass oh my fucking GOD what the fuck am I doing?"