Untitled Debbie A/Andy B
The campaign had gone well. Brilliant in fact. No body, least of all Andy had been expecting a victory of that scale in Oldham. He should have been over the moon about it, they had sent him to smile and shake hands and hand out fucking flowers, but he couldn’t help but feel they were all wrong. Every single one of them. The Labour party hadn’t won the victory…Debbie had.
Her speech had been brilliant despite the fact she was nervous, everyone’s eyes were on her…most of them, admittedly, drowsy from staying up until the early hours of the morning waiting for the results to slowly drag through one by one. The words on every reporters lips were the same though, Ed Miliband. It was Ed’s victory in their eyes…
Andy clung to her during the interview afterwards, listening intently to every single thing she said, because it was all so right. Here was a woman he could relate to. Someone who was in politics not for the power or money or fame but for the basic fundamental instinct to do something different. To make a change for the better. She believed in what she said, and that made all the difference, Andy thought. Ed had sent Andy to Oldham to look pretty for the cameras beside their shiny new toy, and yet here was a woman who should have been in the cabinet years ago. Andy almost flinched when the reporter mentioned Ed. “Will you call Ed Miliband?” Andy peered at her through thick eyelashes as she grinned “Maybe.”
“Will you?” Andy muttered, running after Debbie as she left the building, leaving the jabbering voices of reporters and politicians behind. A blast of cold winter air hit their face and left them breathless.
“Will I what?” She smiled. Andy could help but notice how the smile really reached her eyes, something he didn’t often see in politicians. The result was an attractive one and he found himself feeling warm despite the bitter January air.
“Call Ed…Miliband that is.” He tugged at his collar, desperate to let some air to his face before he turned an even brighter red or collapsed completely. The feeling would have been a nice one, if it hadn’t been so bloody long since he last felt this way about a woman.
“Oh.” She frowned. “I suppose I will when I get home. I should thank him.”
“For what?” Now it was Andy’s turn to frown.
“For the support. We wouldn’t have won if it wasn’t for him. He did good.” She paused as she reached her small red car, fumbling around in her small clutch bag for the keys in the dark.
“That’s not true.” Andy put his hands in his pockets, suddenly aware just how self-conscious he was feeling tonight and vaguely wondering why. “I thought you did brilliant.”
“Thank you.” The shortness of the reply and the way she simply twisted the keys in the lock and climbed swiftly into the car made Andy’s stomach sink. He knew that type of reply. It was the reply of someone who didn’t really believe what they were hearing. Andy opened the passenger side door and swung himself into the car seat before Debbie could protest. He closed the door behind him to block out the cold and the distant noise of cheers and laughter from inside the building.
“I mean it.” He sighed, making eye contact with the new MP. Despite his reputation as the cabinet joker, sincerity was something which Andy did terribly well. “You were bloody amazing out there. Everything you said…it was…true. So fucking true.” He was vaguely surprised when she didn’t flinch at the curse, as most people did when he slipped up on formal dialogue. (Something he did far too often.)
She kept eye contact as the smile faded from her lips. “Do you want to…” Her eyelashes fluttered to the wheel of the car then back again, and she contemplated whether or not what she was saying was a good idea at all. “Come back to mine maybe?” Their eyes locked again. “For a dri…”
“Yes.” He cut in, feeling terribly foolish as he did. He hadn’t even known her for two days and here he was blushing like a madly in love schoolboy. Catholic schoolboy. Dear God. “Sorry.” He smiled. “Yes I’d like that. You have a lot to celebrate. And I do mean you. Not Ed Miliband. Just you.”
“You’ll have to excuse the mess.” Debbie walked through the hallway of her semi-detached house, hanging up her coat on the way. “I’ve been…busy.” She grinned as she entered the living room, the table and sofa covered with scattered fliers, leaflets, posters and letters of all kinds. She probably hasn’t slept for days, Andy thought with a guilty pang in his chest. He should have left her to go to bed and get some well earned rest, but he didn’t want to leave her now. He wasn’t sure what he wanted from her.
“I can see that.” He followed her into the room and hovered behind her, unsure where exactly to put himself. He had an overwhelming urge to put his hands on her slender waist and, being a politician and having had experiences dealing with subconscious urges, he did just that…expecting her to pull away and feeling relieved when she didn’t. If she had, he wouldn’t know what to say, just as he wasn’t quite sure why he wanted her so badly at that moment.
“I’ll make us coffee…” Andy’s lips had already moved to her neck, placing tiny kisses along from her ear to her collar bone. She didn’t finish the sentence, instead turning around to press her lips against his, kissing him almost desperately. It really had been a long day, and she channelled all the stress and tension into Andy, biting gently down on his lower lips as his hands moved slowly down to her waist, pulling her closer.
“Fuck.” Andy breathed in-between deep kisses, his tongue slipping into her mouth frantically. She pushed his against his chest until he walked backwards, slowly falling onto the paper-covered sofa, pulling her down by the waist to lay on top of him. She moved her hands to the collar of his shirt, undoing the buttons in quick motions, her mouth never leaving his.
He froze once the air hit his chest fully, aware where this was going and how fast it was all going. He doesn’t want to fuck her on her sofa amongst the letters and then walk out of the door like it was a mistake.
“Stop.” He moans at her hands pull away his shirt and it joins the rest of the mess on the seat. “I don’t want to do it like this.” She pulls away from him and looks into his eyes, once more sincere and beautiful. “I want to do this properly.” He plants a small peck on her lips, and wraps his arms around her waist once more, carrying her off the sofa. He struggles up the stairs, not because of her…she seems to weigh nothing, but because the endless amounts of letters and posters seemed to have found their way onto the stairs as well and were currently doing all they could to block his path. He did his best to kick them out of the way as Debbie giggled against his neck.
He eventually makes it to her bedroom, the only room in the house it seemed that was not filled with tokens of her campaign. He lowers her gently to the bedcovers and kissed her lips with gorgeous amounts of pressure, slowly unbuttoning her jacket and stripping it from her body. She moves her hands to remove his belt but he wraps his fingers around her wrist and kisses the pulse point gently.
“Let me do this.” He smiled. You’ve done enough today. He begins his work on her blouse, squeezing her breasts gently through the fabric, undoing the buttons painfully slow, trying to make the moment last. “You’re gorgeous. You know that?” He brushes her nipples with a thumb and she lets out a soft gasp. The earnest look he has on his face makes her feel like she’s going to melt at any moment. The blouse joins the slowly growing pile of clothes on the floor along with her skirt.
Andy pulls away to undo his belt, trousers and pants, Debbie sitting up to watch as his erection springs free. She grasps at him desperately, stroking his length.
“Debbie.” He gasps, his lips meeting hers for a deep kiss. He places his hands on her shoulders and kisses her down into the sheets, feeling her grin against his mouth. He reaches behind her to remove her bra, and moves his lips down to suck on a nipple, feeling it harden beneath his tongue. His hand moves to massage her other breast and she moans sounds which make Andy stiffen even harder against her leg. She lets go of him as he moves down her body, licking along her stomach and pausing to kiss her hipbones before sliding off her underwear in one swift motion. He gently pulls her thighs apart to lick at her opening, savouring her taste, encouraged by the gasps and splutters and moans emerging from Debbie’s lips as she wraps her fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper into the space. He feels her gently swell as he tongues her clit in soft, circular motions. He pulls away momentarily to insert a finger, feeling around until he finds the spot which makes her groan his name. He moves his tongue back to her clit, pushing another finger in to join the first.
“Andy, fuck!” She tightens the grip in his hair and he knows she’s close to spilling over the edge. She whimpers as he breaks the contact, needing him to make her come before she cries from the sheer lust she feels for him. He kisses her lips once again and she blushes as she realises she’s tasting herself on his tongue.
“Andy.” says Debbie, pulling away from him. She’s now staring into his eyes, and she can’t help but notice how long and dark his eyelashes are and how bloody pretty he is. “Are you sure?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He grins, confused as to what she’s getting at.
“I can’t help but notice I’m the older woman here.” She frowns. The smile fades from Andy’s lips as he realises that she’s feeling self conscious…or inferior…or something she shouldn’t be. “Why would you even…” She begins but she stops her with a kiss.
“Because you’re beautiful and smart and passionate and…I want you.” He whispers in-between shallow kisses. “Okay?” She nods, silenced by his words and he takes this as an o.k. to push into her. She stifles out a cry as he buries himself deep, thrusting gently at first then getting faster and harder.
“Fuck…don’t…stop.” She cries out, knuckles turning white as she clings to his shoulders, urging him to go faster. “Need you.” She licks along his collar bone as he buries his face in her hair. His fingers once again return to her clit, stroking her to orgasm. He comes seconds later, collapsing beside her and pulling her close.
“That was...amazing. You were amazing Debbie.” Andy sighs, kissing her forehead.
“You weren’t that bad yourself.” She smiles. The grin is short lived however, when she sighs “Shit. I was supposed to call Ed when I got in.” Andy shifts against her, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
“You still can.”
“Hello?” A tired voice answers the phone. “Who is this?”
“Hello, Mr Miliband, it‘s Debbie…Debbie Abrahams.”
“Debbie, hi.” The voice brightens, traces of sleep fading.
“I just wanted to give you a call to say thank you for the support. And thank you for sending Mr Burnham to congratulate me.” Andy smiles at this, his face currently in line with her bellybutton, kissing along her stomach, one hand on her breast and the other on her hipbone.
“Of course. I should congratulate you, on your victory, and say welcome to the party. However, it is very late…”
“I know, I’m terribly sorry for calling so late. I was just a little…distracted.” Andy nips at the skin just below her breast and she lets out a sharp gasp. There is a silence on the other end of the phone, and just as Debbie is sure Ed has hung up he mutters “Andy?” She freezes, eyes widening.
“What?”
Ed sighs. “Andy Burnham. I sent you to congratulate her. Not…sleep with her.” He says this loud enough so Andy can hear him.
“He’s just jealous it wasn’t him.” Andy grins, kissing Debbie’s lips once again.
Her speech had been brilliant despite the fact she was nervous, everyone’s eyes were on her…most of them, admittedly, drowsy from staying up until the early hours of the morning waiting for the results to slowly drag through one by one. The words on every reporters lips were the same though, Ed Miliband. It was Ed’s victory in their eyes…
Andy clung to her during the interview afterwards, listening intently to every single thing she said, because it was all so right. Here was a woman he could relate to. Someone who was in politics not for the power or money or fame but for the basic fundamental instinct to do something different. To make a change for the better. She believed in what she said, and that made all the difference, Andy thought. Ed had sent Andy to Oldham to look pretty for the cameras beside their shiny new toy, and yet here was a woman who should have been in the cabinet years ago. Andy almost flinched when the reporter mentioned Ed. “Will you call Ed Miliband?” Andy peered at her through thick eyelashes as she grinned “Maybe.”
“Will you?” Andy muttered, running after Debbie as she left the building, leaving the jabbering voices of reporters and politicians behind. A blast of cold winter air hit their face and left them breathless.
“Will I what?” She smiled. Andy could help but notice how the smile really reached her eyes, something he didn’t often see in politicians. The result was an attractive one and he found himself feeling warm despite the bitter January air.
“Call Ed…Miliband that is.” He tugged at his collar, desperate to let some air to his face before he turned an even brighter red or collapsed completely. The feeling would have been a nice one, if it hadn’t been so bloody long since he last felt this way about a woman.
“Oh.” She frowned. “I suppose I will when I get home. I should thank him.”
“For what?” Now it was Andy’s turn to frown.
“For the support. We wouldn’t have won if it wasn’t for him. He did good.” She paused as she reached her small red car, fumbling around in her small clutch bag for the keys in the dark.
“That’s not true.” Andy put his hands in his pockets, suddenly aware just how self-conscious he was feeling tonight and vaguely wondering why. “I thought you did brilliant.”
“Thank you.” The shortness of the reply and the way she simply twisted the keys in the lock and climbed swiftly into the car made Andy’s stomach sink. He knew that type of reply. It was the reply of someone who didn’t really believe what they were hearing. Andy opened the passenger side door and swung himself into the car seat before Debbie could protest. He closed the door behind him to block out the cold and the distant noise of cheers and laughter from inside the building.
“I mean it.” He sighed, making eye contact with the new MP. Despite his reputation as the cabinet joker, sincerity was something which Andy did terribly well. “You were bloody amazing out there. Everything you said…it was…true. So fucking true.” He was vaguely surprised when she didn’t flinch at the curse, as most people did when he slipped up on formal dialogue. (Something he did far too often.)
She kept eye contact as the smile faded from her lips. “Do you want to…” Her eyelashes fluttered to the wheel of the car then back again, and she contemplated whether or not what she was saying was a good idea at all. “Come back to mine maybe?” Their eyes locked again. “For a dri…”
“Yes.” He cut in, feeling terribly foolish as he did. He hadn’t even known her for two days and here he was blushing like a madly in love schoolboy. Catholic schoolboy. Dear God. “Sorry.” He smiled. “Yes I’d like that. You have a lot to celebrate. And I do mean you. Not Ed Miliband. Just you.”
“You’ll have to excuse the mess.” Debbie walked through the hallway of her semi-detached house, hanging up her coat on the way. “I’ve been…busy.” She grinned as she entered the living room, the table and sofa covered with scattered fliers, leaflets, posters and letters of all kinds. She probably hasn’t slept for days, Andy thought with a guilty pang in his chest. He should have left her to go to bed and get some well earned rest, but he didn’t want to leave her now. He wasn’t sure what he wanted from her.
“I can see that.” He followed her into the room and hovered behind her, unsure where exactly to put himself. He had an overwhelming urge to put his hands on her slender waist and, being a politician and having had experiences dealing with subconscious urges, he did just that…expecting her to pull away and feeling relieved when she didn’t. If she had, he wouldn’t know what to say, just as he wasn’t quite sure why he wanted her so badly at that moment.
“I’ll make us coffee…” Andy’s lips had already moved to her neck, placing tiny kisses along from her ear to her collar bone. She didn’t finish the sentence, instead turning around to press her lips against his, kissing him almost desperately. It really had been a long day, and she channelled all the stress and tension into Andy, biting gently down on his lower lips as his hands moved slowly down to her waist, pulling her closer.
“Fuck.” Andy breathed in-between deep kisses, his tongue slipping into her mouth frantically. She pushed his against his chest until he walked backwards, slowly falling onto the paper-covered sofa, pulling her down by the waist to lay on top of him. She moved her hands to the collar of his shirt, undoing the buttons in quick motions, her mouth never leaving his.
He froze once the air hit his chest fully, aware where this was going and how fast it was all going. He doesn’t want to fuck her on her sofa amongst the letters and then walk out of the door like it was a mistake.
“Stop.” He moans at her hands pull away his shirt and it joins the rest of the mess on the seat. “I don’t want to do it like this.” She pulls away from him and looks into his eyes, once more sincere and beautiful. “I want to do this properly.” He plants a small peck on her lips, and wraps his arms around her waist once more, carrying her off the sofa. He struggles up the stairs, not because of her…she seems to weigh nothing, but because the endless amounts of letters and posters seemed to have found their way onto the stairs as well and were currently doing all they could to block his path. He did his best to kick them out of the way as Debbie giggled against his neck.
He eventually makes it to her bedroom, the only room in the house it seemed that was not filled with tokens of her campaign. He lowers her gently to the bedcovers and kissed her lips with gorgeous amounts of pressure, slowly unbuttoning her jacket and stripping it from her body. She moves her hands to remove his belt but he wraps his fingers around her wrist and kisses the pulse point gently.
“Let me do this.” He smiled. You’ve done enough today. He begins his work on her blouse, squeezing her breasts gently through the fabric, undoing the buttons painfully slow, trying to make the moment last. “You’re gorgeous. You know that?” He brushes her nipples with a thumb and she lets out a soft gasp. The earnest look he has on his face makes her feel like she’s going to melt at any moment. The blouse joins the slowly growing pile of clothes on the floor along with her skirt.
Andy pulls away to undo his belt, trousers and pants, Debbie sitting up to watch as his erection springs free. She grasps at him desperately, stroking his length.
“Debbie.” He gasps, his lips meeting hers for a deep kiss. He places his hands on her shoulders and kisses her down into the sheets, feeling her grin against his mouth. He reaches behind her to remove her bra, and moves his lips down to suck on a nipple, feeling it harden beneath his tongue. His hand moves to massage her other breast and she moans sounds which make Andy stiffen even harder against her leg. She lets go of him as he moves down her body, licking along her stomach and pausing to kiss her hipbones before sliding off her underwear in one swift motion. He gently pulls her thighs apart to lick at her opening, savouring her taste, encouraged by the gasps and splutters and moans emerging from Debbie’s lips as she wraps her fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper into the space. He feels her gently swell as he tongues her clit in soft, circular motions. He pulls away momentarily to insert a finger, feeling around until he finds the spot which makes her groan his name. He moves his tongue back to her clit, pushing another finger in to join the first.
“Andy, fuck!” She tightens the grip in his hair and he knows she’s close to spilling over the edge. She whimpers as he breaks the contact, needing him to make her come before she cries from the sheer lust she feels for him. He kisses her lips once again and she blushes as she realises she’s tasting herself on his tongue.
“Andy.” says Debbie, pulling away from him. She’s now staring into his eyes, and she can’t help but notice how long and dark his eyelashes are and how bloody pretty he is. “Are you sure?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He grins, confused as to what she’s getting at.
“I can’t help but notice I’m the older woman here.” She frowns. The smile fades from Andy’s lips as he realises that she’s feeling self conscious…or inferior…or something she shouldn’t be. “Why would you even…” She begins but she stops her with a kiss.
“Because you’re beautiful and smart and passionate and…I want you.” He whispers in-between shallow kisses. “Okay?” She nods, silenced by his words and he takes this as an o.k. to push into her. She stifles out a cry as he buries himself deep, thrusting gently at first then getting faster and harder.
“Fuck…don’t…stop.” She cries out, knuckles turning white as she clings to his shoulders, urging him to go faster. “Need you.” She licks along his collar bone as he buries his face in her hair. His fingers once again return to her clit, stroking her to orgasm. He comes seconds later, collapsing beside her and pulling her close.
“That was...amazing. You were amazing Debbie.” Andy sighs, kissing her forehead.
“You weren’t that bad yourself.” She smiles. The grin is short lived however, when she sighs “Shit. I was supposed to call Ed when I got in.” Andy shifts against her, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
“You still can.”
“Hello?” A tired voice answers the phone. “Who is this?”
“Hello, Mr Miliband, it‘s Debbie…Debbie Abrahams.”
“Debbie, hi.” The voice brightens, traces of sleep fading.
“I just wanted to give you a call to say thank you for the support. And thank you for sending Mr Burnham to congratulate me.” Andy smiles at this, his face currently in line with her bellybutton, kissing along her stomach, one hand on her breast and the other on her hipbone.
“Of course. I should congratulate you, on your victory, and say welcome to the party. However, it is very late…”
“I know, I’m terribly sorry for calling so late. I was just a little…distracted.” Andy nips at the skin just below her breast and she lets out a sharp gasp. There is a silence on the other end of the phone, and just as Debbie is sure Ed has hung up he mutters “Andy?” She freezes, eyes widening.
“What?”
Ed sighs. “Andy Burnham. I sent you to congratulate her. Not…sleep with her.” He says this loud enough so Andy can hear him.
“He’s just jealous it wasn’t him.” Andy grins, kissing Debbie’s lips once again.