Chapter 37
Andie spun around and locked eyes with Blane, a hellish fury emanating from her fiery topaz depths, as she began to make her way toward him on her way to the back. As she approached, she growled, "And don't you ever fucking say another word about Steff or my dad again" and lightning fast, her fist moving with such speed it was literally just a blur, she cracked Blane in the eye with a right jab, never even breaking stride as she did so.
Everyone in the room blinked in astonishment, uncertain they had just witnessed what they thought they did – except for Blane, that is. "Ow! Dammit!" he yelped, as his head rocked back, and he grabbed his eye, which was already swelling closed in reaction. Recovering from his surprise first (and because really, he knew his girl and her actions weren't completely unanticipated) Steff threw back his head and roared laughter, his heart swelling with pride for his Kitten with the heart of a lion.
His laughter quickly dying down, Steff glanced at Iona and Duckie and politely said, "Excuse us, won't you?" and grabbed Blane by the shirtfront and hauled him, half blind, through the front door and to the sidewalk outside. Duckie moved to follow, but Iona placed her hand on his arm halting him.
"Let Steff handle this himself, sweetie."
"I just wanna watch!" Duckie plaintively whined.
"You can see just fine from here, now shush, or we'll miss what they're saying!" Iona replied, never taking her eyes off the proceedings.
"Listen up, fuck-stick" Steff began, "I'm going to make this simple for you. Don't ever contact Andie again. You stay the hell away from both of us. We clear about that?"
Not waiting for an answer, Steff punched Blane in the gut with all the pent-up fury he had been carrying around for weeks, since reading Blane's letter trying to sabotage his love. Blane folded in half, "Oof!" and would have hit the deck except that Steff was still holding him by the shirtfront.
"That was for lying to Andie about me saying she wasn't welcome at my graduation party, you gutless asshole." He continued to hold onto Blane, waiting for him to regain his feet. At last Blane stopped wheezing and stood back upright, looking dazedly at Steff.
"And this is for telling Andie all those stupid, fucking lies in that letter" Steff growled, as his fist solidly connected with Blane's mouth, jarring his teeth and cutting his bottom lip, which instantly began to swell, matching his eye. Blane's head rocked back with the force of the impact, but Steff maintained his steady hold on Blane's shirt, making escape impossible.
"Goddammit!" Blane exclaimed, grabbing his mouth with both hands, although it actually sounded more like "Od ammit!", what with his recently loosened teeth, and all.
Steff waited a moment to let that sink in and then smiled the scariest, most terrifying fucking smile ever smiled in the history of smiles. Blane's head was reeling, and his one good eye widened in fright, petrified of what Steff was going to do to him next. She told him to kill me – and I think he's actually gonna do it!
"And this is for insulting my girl" Steff snarled, as his fist forcefully collided with Blane's nose with a satisfying, resounding crunch. Blane yelled in agony, grabbing his broken nose, blood gushing out in a torrent down his face. Steff quickly released his hold on Blane's shirt, before he got any blood on him, and Blane crumpled to the ground.
Steff placed his hands on his hips and leaned over, resuming his calm, reasonable tone and said, "The next time you see Andie, she's going to be Mrs. Steff McKee, and mother-fucker, you don't even want to think about the ass kicking you're gonna get if you ever insult my wife."
Blane made no response, other than the moaning and choking on blood that was to be expected. Steff chose to interpret this as understanding, although he would have been happy to explain it further, if needed.
Steff glanced up to see Andie almost to the door. He stepped over Blane's carcass and opened the door for his love.
"Ready to go, Sweetheart?" she asked, never even looking down at the bloody, groaning heap that was her ex-boyfriend.
"You bet, Kitten" he smiled. Steff stuck his head inside the doorway and looked at Iona and Duckie, who were standing there, in open-mouthed shock from witnessing the beat down Steff just put on Blane. "We'll see you guys tomorrow at 4!"
Iona and Duckie both just nodded, wide eyed, as Steff closed the door.
Steff put his arm around Andie, guiding her around Blane. As she stepped past him, she glanced down, noting his obviously broken nose.
"Oh how thoughtful, honey, you made him match Benny" she laughed, gazing up at him in open adoration.
Steff's laughter rang down the street as they walked to his car.
Duckie watched the gleam of headlights as they pulled away into the night, and then slowly made his way over to the front door. With his hands on his hips he thoughtfully regarded Blane, who was still lying in a crumpled mound on the sidewalk. Yeah, stay down, bitch, he thought dismissively, as he turned and went back to finish his dinner.
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Much later that night, after first aid to mutually bruised knuckles was performed, and pie baking was completed, Andie and Steff lay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing and talking.
"You're my hero, you know that?" Andie asked, looking at Steff, love shining in her eyes.
Steff's chest swelled with male pride. "Yeah, but this is twice now that you've taken a swing at someone on my behalf."
Andie smiled, squeezing him tight. "No one's ever gonna say a cross word about you in my hearing, Steff. The world might as well get adjusted to that idea."
Steff laughed, kissing the top of her head. "You sure you don't have some professional boxers in your family tree Kitten? You've got the meanest right jab I've ever seen in my life."
Andie giggled, "Actually, I think when my great-great grandfather first got to America, he used to wrestle bears in a travelling circus."
Steff erupted in laughter. "That explains a lot, Kitten." He continued to laugh, "Man, I can't wait to tell our kids that one."
"What makes it even more impressive is I'm pretty sure that they don't have bears in Ireland" Andie noted.
Steff smiled, his arms tightening around Andie, drawing her closer, running his hands up and down her back. "I wonder what he practiced on then? You don't just jump up and decide to start wrestling bears one day."
"Leprechauns, maybe" Andie giggled, as she began to kiss her way up Steff's neck.
"Yeah, I understand they're pretty feisty – especially if you try and take away their Frosted Lucky Charms" he chuckled, parts of him beginning to be very interested in what Andie was doing to his neck.
"Well, I find you 'magically delicious'" Andie murmured, running her hand down his chest, and trailing her fingers through the line of hair disappearing into Steff's boxers. Andie was endlessly aroused by Steff, her compulsion to touch him, to hold him, was at all times overwhelming. "God, I can't wait to marry you" she breathed, before kissing him deeply, as her fingers began to slide lightly up and down the front of his rapidly tenting boxers, her nails dragging over his erection and ratcheting up his passion exponentially.
After a few moments she broke from the kiss to whisper in his ear, "You don't know what you did to me, fighting for me like that" she panted, stirred by the memory of the arousal she felt when Steff defended her, as she deftly slipped his shorts down and tossed them aside. The cool air of the bedroom combining with the heat of Andie's hand firmly wrapped around his manhood, slowly stroking him, made Steff groan aloud, his eyes rolling back in his head as he hoarsely whispered her name.
Oh Jesus, Kitten. Steff inhaled sharply as Andie began to demonstrate in earnest the depth of her appreciation of his defense of her in the face of Blane's insults.
Andie lithely rolled on top of Steff, kissing him deeply as the warmth of her core heated Steff's already fevered skin through the thin barrier of her panties. He reflexively thrust up against her, moaning into her mouth, "Kitten, please!"
Andie slowly kissed her way down his chest, taking each nipple in her mouth and suckling it in turn, as she deliberately worked his expanding staff with her hand, causing Steff growl, his hands fisted in the covers as he lunged against her, being driven mindless with need. Steff's lungs were heaving, his pulse was roaring in his ears, all conscious thought having been expunged from his mind. Andie continued her journey south, encountering his navel now, and she ran her tongue around the outer rim of it, nuzzling her face in the hair on his stomach, causing Steff to groan and thrust against her in response. Steff's breath hitched in his lungs, and he became unable to draw another breath, as Andie continued her sojourn, kissing her way down the line of hair on his stomach until she arrived at her inevitable destination.
Steff's whole world was now solely focused on what Andie would do next. His heart slammed in his chest as he felt her warm breath on his engorged head, and he struggled to lift his head up to watch her slowly plant a wet kiss on the tip, as she then ran her tongue all the way around, in a slow circuitous motion. Steff's head fell back on the pillow as he cried out her name in a frenzy, trying (and failing spectacularly) not to thrust himself into her mouth. Steff was in a transcendent sort of blissful agony, he had never experienced anything so near to heaven in his life.
Andie, having never done this before, needed to take a moment to familiarize herself with the terrain. She methodically kissed her way down his length, laving his flesh with hot, wet kisses, swirling her tongue over and around his length, working herself down and then back up again, to surround his head, and caress her lips against the sensitive underside, causing Steff to jerk and cry out.
"Fuck, Andie!" he gasped, drawing a rasping breath, "Jesus Christ, Kitten, Please!" Steff cried, senseless with need, mindless with desire. His fists were wound tightly in the sheets, his arms straining against their binds. He didn't dare put his hands on his Kitten's head – he would be powerless to stop what would occur next.
Andie grasped Steff's manhood with one hand and drew him up away from his belly, and whispered, her voice rough with desire, "This what you want, Baby?" as she slowly descended upon him and drew him into the warm confines of her mouth. Steff gasped and cried out, as he thrust helplessly, his lungs seizing up, rendering him incapable of drawing further breath. Andie's hot, wet, soft lips surrounded Steff, and she slid as much of his enormous erection into her mouth as she could manage, taking him in as far as she could, for as long as she could. She started at an agonizingly slow pace, driving Steff into a frenzy of craving, until she had him senselessly thrashing, begging her for release. As she slowly drew him in and out, she ran her tongue around his throbbing flesh, swirling around his over-stimulated nerve endings, making him insane.
Steff cried out Andie's name over and over, begging, begging for her to finish him off, "Oh God, Kitten, please. Please!" as she increased the pace, working him with her hand, as her mouth and lips and tongue continued their ministrations, pausing for the briefest of moments, torturing him, drawing out the ecstasy, before at last drawing him all the way in, and bringing him to a powerful, relentless climax.
Steff's heart stopped for a second before the most powerful orgasm of his life burst from him, blinding him with a flash of light behind his eyes, so magnificent, it seemingly illuminated all of creation for a moment. He was transported by a sensation so exquisite, it defied description. He cried out, in bliss, in anguish, in joy, in wonder… in Andie.
As the pulsating in his loins began to abate, and Steff slowly began to regain consciousness, he found himself unable to reconcile his wonder at what had just transpired with his immediate desire to do it again. It was causing a short circuit in his brain. After many moments, and allowing his pulse rate to begin to climb down from its frenzied gallop, Andie slowly released him from the heaven of her mouth and began to kiss her way back up, stopping to nuzzle her face in his stomach and chest hair. As his chest continued to heave with the aftermath of his climax, and he struggled to draw breath, he gathered her in his arms and held her tightly, compulsively squeezing her to him, unable to let her go.
"God" he panted, his breathing ragged and uneven, "I love you so much!" He swallowed hard, "If this is what me defending your honor does to you, I'm gonna do it more often!"
"Well" Andie answered, nuzzling his neck, "I take no prisoners, and I'm a firm believer in 'to the victor belong the spoils'.
"Boxers, bear wrestlers, and now evidently pirates. I can't wait to marry into your family, Kitten."
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