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Andrew isn't used to being taken care of. Well, that isn't exactly fair. Plenty of girlfriends have taken care of him, but there's definitely some residual bullshit about chivalry that tugs him into the protector role.
It's a cool night at a party, the two of you standing outside with drinks in your hands, chatting and taking in the night air. Andy is shivering, cold despite his many layers, and before he can stop you, you've taken off your hoodie and offered it to him. It doesn't happen often, he's too tall and too gangly to fit in anyone else's clothes but you live in oversized sweaters and giant hoodies, so when he tugs it on at your insistence, it wraps him up like a warm hug.
He worries that you'll be too cold now, as you both sit down on a bench, and he says as much.
"Keep me warm then." You say it simply, innocently enough, but with an undercurrent of something.
He wraps his arms tight around you, and you cuddle into his side. This is just friendly behaviour, right? He's terrified to read too much into it, to get too attached just because of a kind gesture.
"You okay?" He asks, gentle and kind and full of concern.
"I'm fine, I'm not made of glass! I don't get as cold as you do." Your argument would be more convincing if your teeth weren't chattering as you made it.
"You might not get as cold as I do, but you still get cold. Tell me where so I can keep you warm properly, yeah? I don't wanna wrap my arms around your elbow and it's actually your fingers that are freezing."
His breath hitched as you pointed to your lips, and he hesitated for a moment, licking his own before reaching in and kissing you gently. It was soft and sweet and when you parted, you were both smiling.
"Where else?" When he spoke, it was barely above a whisper, but there was so much want in his voice it took your own breath away. You pointed, and within seconds strong hands were lifting you into his lap, the heat pooling in your core as you sat on him. When you kissed this time, it was nothing gentle; it was all desperate need and biting at lips and you came away panting.
"We need to- we need to go inside." He could barely get the words out through his laboured breaths.
"Why?" You asked, confused, perfectly happy to stay here kissing him for the rest of the night.
"Because," he said, trailing kisses down your jaw, "if we don't go inside right now, I'm going to fuck you right here on this bench, and that seems like a bad idea."
"Maybe in summer." You said, climbing off him and leading him back inside.