They haven't had sex - far from it in fact. It's mostly limited to goodnight kisses when Alfred drove her back to the dorm and the one time they went to see a movie when he touched her hip but pulled back sharply like he'd be burned. It's cute and nice to know she's not being wanted for her body. Tonight though, he's asked that she stay the night and his voice and hands are shaking when he does, poor thing. They had been dating for almost five months and though she hasn't told her parents, Amy certainly knows that something serious was going on.
Earlier that day Anya had bought a pack of assorted sized condoms with a smile, not caring what others thought. She knew what she was so they were free to speculate all they wanted. The store was on her way to a class anyway, so they sat in her backpack as she took notes, her heart jumping every time someone's foot got close to her bag, as if they would just know what was in there and embarrass her. Finally class let out and she rushed home to stash them in her purse as she cleaned up, brushing her hair and applying some makeup to look good.
Alfred's apartment was about a fifteen minute walk from her place and he answered the door when she knocked, letting her inside and nervously talking about what they could order for dinner as he hovered, clearly not too sure what to do with himself, so she takes charge, telling him pizza or Chinese was fine, and dropping her bag in his room before kissing his cheek.
Once he settled down and ordered food, they put in a movie to wait, cuddling on the couch and getting bolder, one of Alfred's hands gently tracing circles onto her thigh. The food was eaten and Ludwig came home late, his boyfriend clinging to his arm and chattering to Anya and Alfred about the movie they had seen while Ludwig got the shirt and jeans he had left behind a day or two before. Ludwig gently but firmly pushed his noisy boyfriend out of the apartment and retreated to his room, red-faced and withdrawn.
Summer comes far too quickly and Anya makes a snap decision to stay with Alfred, much to her parent's annoyance, but they have her brothers to deal with, her older brother moving back in while he took a break between his third and fourth year and her younger brother
He tries not to wince at each transaction as he hands over his credit card. Sure he can more than afford it, but like his brothers, he'd rather not spend the money. Later that day, he gets a call from his bank, asking him if he did indeed authorize all these strange, expensive purchases. It's not like him, they insist. They're still going down a list - XX and X, $300, so and so, $450 - when a blindfold covers his eyes and something wet slides along his ear. He jumps so badly that he almost drops the phone, but quickly realizes it's Anya. Kidnappers, he sincerely hopes, would not do that. Her hands leave his shoulders and he wonders if this is a game as he continues to clear charges. A soft weight settles on his thighs, Anya's flesh giving as she straddles him and his mouth is suddenly dry. Her hands wander down his front and he's vaguely aware of the man on the telephone calling for him. His tie is loosened. "Ah, what was that?" "I was just asking if we should mark these as normal transactions from now on, sir," the representative says. "Ah, yes, p-please." Anya's hands have found his belt. After a few more niceties that take far too long, the phone goes dead and Ludwig reaches for the blindfold, only to have his hand slapped. Letting it fall to her thigh, he lets her do whatever she wants.
