Before you read:

This is a Dandy fic, if you are against RL shipping then do not proceed as you'll only get angry and I'm trying to spread love not cyber war.

As I don't wanna trash anyone, Andy and Gael have amicably seperated so no animosity towards a real person that I don't know.

Starts light but will get more smutty as it goes on ;-)

London

Danai was nervous as the taxi pulled up to the hotel. "It's just Andy..." She told herself to calm the butterflies, why did her breath catch in her throat at the thought of meeting her buddy Andy. The guy who had seen her at midnight after 18 hours of work...Sweating and blood stained, or at 5am before her morning coffee without her make up on. The cast and crew were so close they were basically family. So why now did she feel a knot in her stomach as though she was about to go on stage? She looked at the text Andy had sent her earlier that day: "Meet at my room, 104. Can't wait to see you" She made her way up through the lobby of the hotel and towards the elevator, she checked her reflection before she got out and made her way along the hotel corridor. Her heart was pounding as she collected herself for a moment before knocking on the door.

The last time she saw him replayed in her brain...

...

Atlanta

It was their final day of filming. The atmosphere was always like the last day of class before summer. Though season 8 had been their toughest yet to film, they had ended on a lighter/happy scene so everyone was in good spirits. They had all exhanged hugs and kisses and "see you next year"s. Danai was walking to her trailer to get changed when she heard her name called, she turned to see Andy sprinting towards her. "Did you think you could slip away without a proper goodbye?" He teased.

"I'm just going to get changed. Besides, you seemed busy with Jeff and Norm!" She giggled, the three of them had been high fiving and secret-handshaking for what seemed like an eternity.

He laughed, "they're not as fun to cuddle as you are" flashing her a smile. They were at his trailer door now, "you coming in?"

She nodded and stepped inside. "I meant to give you my UK number..." he said "for when you're in London." Danai was heading to London to do press for Black Panther and go to the premiere.

"Oh yeah, sure."

"Give me your phone."

He plugged the number in "just give me a call when you're there I'll come see you!"

Danai blushed, she knew he did this to everyone. Any cast member who was in London he went to meet, took them to lunch or dinner and made them feel at home. That was the thing about Andy, no matter where you were in the world he made you feel like you were at home. He was so safe, so familiar... "So handsome" she thought as she watched him busy himself packing away all the stuff he wanted to take from his trailer. It was mainly pictures of him and Norman, or him and his family "his wife" Danai told herself. She got on well with Gael but it was no secret that her and Andy had been having problems. Andy was basically an open book, wore his heart on his sleeve and so regularly confided in her and pretty much anyone who would listen. "The thing is" he had told her one night shoot "we've tried so hard, but we can't get that feeling back you know?" He had been sad about it for a long time, but lately he seemed lighter. She daren't ask him why, selfishly fearing that it was because they'd managed to work things out.

"The thing is..." he was now packing away his fan mail, frowning as he realised he hadn't opened some "I'll be in London quite a lot. Me and Gael are trialling living totally separate. Every other week one of us will move out of the house."

Danai tried to put on a nonchalant voice "Oh right?"

"Yeah, it's just for the best really. It's not fair on either of us to keep stringing it out. The kids too, if we can get some kind of routine in place it will be easier in the long run."

"Yeah, I mean, if it's what you both want..."

"It's just best not to pretend anymore...We both want to move on. And lately my attention has been elsewhere."

"Was it hot in here?" Danai thought. She suddenly felt unable to meet his gaze, and her eyes surveyed his trailer looking for a distraction. He was dressed as Rick but everything in his trailer was Andy; his clothes in messy piles on his couch, the pack of cigarettes on the side, the fridge full of diet coke, the kettle and tea bags...She tried to think of something to say, something casual and nonchalant.

"It's you." He carried on speaking before she had a chance to open her mouth. His words hit her like a lightening bolt "I don't know how to say it, so I'll just say it straight. I can't stop thinking about you."

"Andy..."

"Don't say anything, I don't want you to say anything. I just didn't want to leave you for months on end and you not know how I feel. You're doing amazing things Danai and you're going to be a huge star. I mean, you already are to me. But now the rest of the world will know and before I lose you to them I just wanted you to tell you that."

She nodded, unsure she could find the words even if she wanted to.

"Me too!" She wanted to say "since about the second time I met you...I can't stop thinking about every hug, every time you tell me I look beautiful..."

He was smiling as if he knew what she was thinking, his blue eyes felt like they were piercing her soul. "Now come and give me a hug ok?" He said and pulled her close.

She rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying how it felt to have him hold her. His arms felt so nice and warm wrapped around her. He pulled away slightly to look at her, "have I ruined everything?"

"No way..." She said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. He bent his face down and kissed her cheek "good" he whispered in her ear and kissed her again. "Oh god" she thought, "he needs to stop." She could feel the goosebumps on her skin, as he kissed her again on her neck this time. He pulled back again, looked a little concerned but before he could say anything she was kissing his mouth. Softly at first to gauge his reaction. The hardness she felt pressing against her leg told her all she needed to know. He kissed her back, using his tounge to part her lips. They had kissed before a dozen times, but they were in character. He was good then, but nothing compared to now. He sucked and nibbled on her bottom lip before plunging his tounge into her mouth again. His hands found their way to her ass and he squeezed as he pushed himself closer to her. In one swift movement he had locked the door and had lifted her up onto the counter top. They were still fully clothed but she was now grinding against his hardness making him groan. "Just tell me if you want me to stop" he breathed. There was no way she was going to. She undid his belt and top button and felt his hard cock through his boxers, she slid her hand slowly up and down. He gasped and dug his nails into her thighs...Then suddenly...

"Andy! Andy! Dude you better not have gone home!" The door handle rattled as the unmistakable voice of Norman Reedus called his name. "I didn't get my goodbye kiss man!"

"Hold on!" Andy hastily did his jeans back up, as Danai tried to re-gain her composure. She sat on the couch in what she hoped was a casual pose and got her phone out.

Andy opened the door "sorry man, I was just..."

"Woah! What are you two doing in here with the door locked?" Norman was beeming as he looked from Andy to Danai. Andy's door was never locked.

"Must have locked by accident."

"Hate it when that happens..." Norman smirked. "Anyway come see me when you're done ok? Both of you! I'm gonna miss you motherfuckers"

"Mmm hmm" said Danai, they were all three giggling now as Norman departed the trailer with a wink.

"Glad I locked that fucking door." Laughed Andy, "sorry about that...Got a bit carried away."

"Me too" Danai blushed, wishing they hadn't been interrupted.

"Come on, let's go see what Normy wants" he took her hand playfully and they headed towards Norman's trailer.

...…...

London

Pretty much as soon as she landed she messaged him to say she was in town. Not one to ever play it cool, Andy had called her almost immediately. She had hesitated a while before answering, they hadn't spoken for 3 months and she wasn't sure if she was ready to hear his voice yet. But her nerves gave way to the overwhelming desire she had to speak to him.

"Hello..." She said tentatively.

"Hello!" Replied a sing song British accent, she had forgotten how his voice sounded. Hearing it now she couldn't help but smile.

"When did you land?"

"Uhh" she was busted, she didn't want to admit that the very first thing she did when she landed was message him "last night" she replied breezily. The taxi driver flashed her a look in the rear view mirror which she chose to ignore and looked out the window.

"And you waited this long to text me? Shame on you..." He laughed "ok so are you free tonight?"

"Not tonight, I have dinner with the Black Panther cast and then press all day tomorrow."

"Tomorrow night then?"

"Yeah sure"

"Ok meet me at my hotel I'll text you the address...Then I'll take you out ok? Just call me tomorrow to tell me when you're gonna be done."

"Sounds good"

"Ok it's a date" she could hear the smile in his voice

"Ok bye"

"Bye, darling." He called everyone darling, even Norman, but she couldn't help but smile. The taxi driver gave her another look in the mirror and a cheeky smile. As she drew closer to the city she felt a familiar feeling, the feeling she had when she was close to him. Even though she was thousands of miles away from her appartment she felt like she was home.