Sharon opened her eyes to the L.A sun, stretched her arms, and then relaxed back into the mattress letting life set back in again. She smiled in remembrance of last night. Flashes of salt and pepper hair danced in her mind and mixed with images of his prepossessing smile, his worn hands wrapping around her waist and drawing her in.
She rolled over on her side and felt the soreness in her thighs that stretched all the way down to her pinky toes. "I guess the heels were not a good idea anyway." She mumbled. She swung her feet of the side of the bed and buried her toes in the carpet letting the tension be released. She stood up and then fully realized how sore she was. "What the hell happened last night?" She walked out of her bedroom into the hallway, her body yearning for coffee, when the smell of pancakes cooking hit her. She went into her kitchen to find none other than Lieutenant Flynn.
Sharon stumbled backwards in surprise "Umm...Lieutenant, what are you.." she looked at him closer "Wait are you wearing my apron?"
"Well, yes." He looked down at the dark purple robe with a white flower accent. "Its a good colour on me, isn't it?"
Sharon chuckled, looked up at him sheepishly when she realized that her dishabille appearance was not appropriate in front of her lieutenant.
To cover herself up she sat at the barstool in the kitchen. She dragged her nails over the granet, creating a comforting noise when her fingers hit the cool rock. After some time she looked at him and hesitantly asked "So, why are you here?"
"You don't remember?" He said and quirked an eyebrow in her direction.
"No! When I woke up, I mean, I remember a little but its just pictures. I got out of bed and my thighs were sore, and, now you're in my kitchen! But just, Andy, what the hell happened last night?"
He laughed and flipped a couple of pancakes over on the small griddle placed on the stove.
His lack of response made her even more uneasy. She got up, her hands pulling at the bottom of her robe, trying to cover up more of her thigh. She walked over toward Andy, leaned over his shoulder and watched the pancakes cook.
"You hungry?" He asked, noticing her obvious interest in the pancakes.
"Starving! I'm usually never this hungry,well, unless I've had…" She stopped herself, a blush spread across her cheeks. Sharon looked away from Andy and walked back to her seat by the counter.
"So...speaking of my unusual appetite. Andy, did we...?"
"Did we what?" Andy said, leaning in and resting his weight on the counter. He knew what she wanted to know but watching her struggle was to tempting.
"Andy, just tell me!" She said in exasperation, resting her head against the table. Andy chuckled,
"Sharon" He said "Sharon" He lifted her chin with his hands so he could see her eyes again. "Nothing happened."
"Really?" She said, her nerves being calmed
"Yes. I slept on the couch." He placed a pancake in front of her "Just one pancake right?"
She smiled "Yes"
"Eat quickly or we we'll be late for work."