AN: Kind of short compared to the others, but kinda smutty, so maybe that makes up for it? IDK, times are getting a bit tricky over here. Sorry it's been a while since I've updated, but I hope you like the chapter, hope everyone's doing well, and let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Chapter Ten

She felt… light.

Andy wasn't numb, per se, but she couldn't feel much. She hadn't indulged as much as Klaus, and knew she never could. The little bit she had taken though, the small high that filled her, helped soothe Andy's nerves. The pain she'd been forced to feel, the nerves that had been torn raw, the aching memories of Maddy and her breakup with Jackson had finally dwindled. She could breathe again.

The alcohol had helped a bit, but she didn't like it. It'd been too quick, too overwhelming. It made her skin tight and her stomach roil. Sure, it had been fun, too, but Andy doubted she'd ever partake again. She likely wouldn't smoke weed again, either, but for now, she'd relish in the break it'd given her.

Andy and Klaus still lay on the bed, the sides of their heads touching as they stared up at the ceiling. Klaus took a long pull of a cigarette, the joint long gone. Seconds after he put his arm back down, rings of smoke puffed into existence above them. Andy lazily smiled.

She breathed deep and formed her lips. A soft breath sent pristinely white circles into the air. Puffs of water vapor followed his grey rings of smoke, colliding with them and disappearing in a wisp. Klaus chuckled.

Taking another drag, he sent another small trio of rings into the air. Andy hadn't hesitated to shoot a thin barb through each of them.

"Bull's eye," Klaus said.

Andy smiled, chewing on her bottom lip as the smoke and water vapor dissipated.

He rolled his head to the side, his gaze dancing over her. She couldn't help but do the same thing. He looked so different, beyond the facial hair and how long his tresses had become. It was his eyes, the way they'd become distant and sad. She knew it must have happened in the years since he'd landed because the same had happened to her.

Andy lazily reached over, threading her fingers through his. Klaus did the same and held her hand when they managed the task.

She whispered, "I thought I'd never see you again."

Tears pricked at her eyes within seconds of the declaration, but she couldn't help it. It'd been a very real fear that she'd harbored for years. Not seeing Klaus for years this time was entirely different than before. Before, she knew she could've found him, maybe. Being launched into the past, anything was possible and that scared her.

Her brows creased and a frown took her features.

"Oh," he sighed softly. "Hey, it's okay."

Klaus let go of her hand, rolled onto his side and propped up his head. Smiling softly, he rested his free hand on her stomach. Andy held it.

"Everything's cool, now." He tightened their grasp. "We're together again."

Andy nodded and, rather ungracefully, she wiggled closer to him until she could bury her face in the crook of his bent elbow. She wrapped her arm around his slender waist. He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it back behind her ear. He tenderly caressed her face, running his fingertips along her cheek and down her jaw as well.

A few minutes passed and as she began to slip into slumber, Klaus shifted. He drew back and pressed his lips to her forehead. Andy leaned away to look up at him. He smiled down at her. She somehow managed to do the same.

Klaus ran the tip of his finger across her lip then leaned forward and kissed her. He wasn't half asleep this time, he wasn't stoned… he wasn't very stoned. It'd been intentional and she reciprocated.

The kiss had been simple, little more than a peck, but when his full lips touched hers, Andy might have gone through her skin. Klaus barely retreated before deepening the kiss. She sighed into it. Klaus pressed his body to hers, his hand trailing down her spine until she was snug against him before he rolled her onto her back.

She cradled him close, threading her fingers through his long hair as the passion between them increased. There was something about the intoxicants coursing through her body, something about kissing Klaus in particular, that sent her through her skin. It was as though Andy had finally been given something she'd wanted since she was a teenager.

His hands roamed her body, his lips sweet with wine and the heat of his body against hers had turned Andy's brain to mush, but a thought, one single thought, repeated in the background. It played on a loop, reminding her of something she'd been too swept up to remember and it forced her to draw back.

Klaus had nipped at her bottom lip, biting it as they parted. The sensation sent a trill down her spine and as badly as she wanted to feel it again, she forced a few inches between them.

His lids heavy, Klaus stared at her through eyes shades darker than normal. His thick brows creased.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a deep, gruff voice. She shuddered.

"I…" Andy's words fell away. "Are you…" She had a few things she wanted to say, but none of them seemed forthcoming. And then, in perhaps the most indelicate and blunt way possible, she simply blurted, "I thought you were gay."

Klaus blinked at her, as though his mind had trouble absorbing the words. It might have. He'd smoked more than she had.

"Says who?"

She stumbled over her words and shrugged. "You?" Andy hadn't thought she'd have to explain her assumptions to him, of all people. "You're in love with a guy, doesn't that… wouldn't that mean you're gay?"

Klaus snickered, laughing drunkily at her reply. Her confusion deepened.

"I'm more of a love the one you're with kinda guy."

Andy let his words sink in, let them slowly make their way through the haze her brain had become. It took a moment.

"Oh," she replied. In a way, perhaps it made more sense that he had no orientation. Klaus was fluid in every aspect of his life, why not his sexuality, too?

"That a problem?"

"No." She shook her head. "But I suppose it all depends on what I am to you."

He smiled at her and leaned forward once more. Klaus pressed his lips to hers, kissing her again. Andy allowed herself to enjoy it more than she previously had, allowed herself to sink into the affection.

Her mind cleared completely.

Within seconds of reigniting what they'd started, Andy rolled them until Klaus was on the mattress. She drew back, straddling his lap. Her gaze locked with his, she began to unbutton the shirt. Klaus had kept eye contact with her for only a moment. No sooner than she'd unfastened two buttons did his stare divert and remain fixed.

The shirt she'd borrowed happily gave way when given the chance, no longer struggling to remain closed. His grip tightened on her hips. Andy could feel his excitement growing beneath her.

She needed this.

Klaus didn't dare move a muscle, a bit worried that everything might vanish in a puff of smoke if he did. So he laid there, fingers biting into Andy's skin, his eyes fixed to her chest. Andy was far from the first woman he'd ever slept with, but this was different and even his dumbed-down brain knew that.

Of all the hookups that could've happened in the Hargreeves family, he'd always assumed Allison and Luther would've done it first. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought him and Andy would hook up, but now that it was happening, it made sense in a weird way.

His shirt hung limply from her body, wide open in the center but keeping just enough hidden that it made his blood boil. Without bothering to think, Klaus lunged forward, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. She smelled like jasmine perfume.

The Greed began to consume him. It drove his actions, drove his instincts. The Greed had always been something Klaus struggled to control. He liked to blame it for everything, for the booze, the drugs and the sex. At that moment, it craved the latter and he happily obliged.

Pinning her to the bed once more, Klaus and Andy became a tangle of limbs, flailing about in an un-choreographed dance as they stripped one another of their clothes.

And then, everything stopped with a whimper.

Amidst the chaos and the shifting and fumbling, Klaus had thrust into her. The sensation, the realization of it, caused them both to seize and go completely still.

Andy struggled to draw in air, filling his ears with the sound of gasping breaths. Her fingernails pierced his back and he welcomed the ache of it. Those sharp daggers of pain gave him something to focus on, something to steady his swimming mind.

There's no turning back now.

He peered down at her, cheeks flushed, lips parted and eyelids at half-mast. He had no words to describe the expression on her face, but he knew it was good, and he knew it was for him.

Somehow drumming up the will, Klaus began to move. Andy gasped and her eyes rolled back. That had been all the prompting he needed. The Greed would be happy with that, with watching her, instead of demanding satisfaction first like it always did.

The chaos in his head, the ghosts that somehow weren't drowned out by booze and the distant chants of his cult all faded to the background. Klaus could only hear the sounds of Andy's breathing in time with his actions.

Time meant nothing, only the feelings that surrounded him. Klaus had no idea how long he drove into Andy, how long had passed, before her breathing became short. He knew in an instant that she was close and determination swelled within him. He moved faster and calling on every trick he'd learned through the years, Klaus touched Andy where he knew it'd count. Sure enough, within seconds it seemed, her entire body seized. She cried out, her thighs threatened to squeeze the life from him and she said his name, all at once.

The Greed was happy. The Greed was proud.

The Greed wanted more.

Klaus kissed her parted lips and she barely had the coherency to reciprocate. He was far from finished and intended to spend the rest of the night indulging himself.