A/N: By special request for a Brenda/Andy pairing. Hope you like it! Please R&R. Pretty hot stuff, so be warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own or operate "The Closer."

Magic Man

Brenda woke up to soft kisses on her neck. "Hmmm," she said. "Do we have time for this?"

"Sure," said a familiar baritone voice. "Plenty of time. It's the weekend, right?"

"Yeah, I guess it is. I forgot there for a minute."

"Workaholic," he said, pulling Brenda to him and kissing her with definite intent. "Sometimes, you've just gotta leave the office at the office."

"I think you've convinced me," she replied, kissing him back, wondering how a big guy like Andy could be so very gentle with a woman.

He ran those hands up her arms, making her shiver. "Do you lift weights or what? Your biceps are better than mine!" he teased.

"Just Pilates."

Andy kissed his way down her neck, to the hollow of her throat. "Remind me to come to your class some night," he said. He covered one breast with his mouth, gently tugging on the nipple with his teeth, making Brenda squirm. He gave the same attention to the other side, and Brenda, by this time, was going a little crazy.

But apparently, he wasn't satisfied with making her just a little crazy. Andy was looking for all-the-way crazy. He had been touching her, but the combination of his mouth on her nipple and his finger gently, lightly stroking that pleasure button, was seriously messing with her mind. This kind of stimulation was designed to make her nuts. Too much more of this, and she'd be barking at the moon.

Andy obviously sensed what was happening; his low chuckle of satisfaction traveled right down her spine. But it still wasn't enough for him, apparently. No, then he had to replace his mouth with his finger and that was just too much. Fritzie would do this, but it wasn't his favorite activity. Andy acted like this was the best thing in the world, and Brenda agreed, especially since Andy was so good at it. His talented tongue was exactly the right instrument to stimulate that area: softness on softness; warmth on warmth; wet on wet. He zeroed in on that nub, teased it for a few seconds, then backed off and started teasing it again. Just as she knew she was about to fall off the cliff, Andy leveraged himself above her and entered her body. She wrapped her legs around him and hung on as he started a deep, steady rhythm. Those dark eyes were on fire as he looked into hers and he growled, "Let go, Brenda. Come apart for me. You know you want to."

She just moaned in reply and wrapped her arms around his broad back, locking her hands to his shoulders as he kept up the motion. The strokes, the heat, the feel of his amazing body next to hers, his words, the passion, the tension of wanting him, just all collapsed into one intense moment and she screamed her orgasm as he took her body. His followed shortly after and as they practically melted together there on the bed, he put his arms around her, kissed her deeply and said, "I told you we had plenty of time." She saw him grin and a little frisson went through her as she dozed off.

Brenda woke up, sweaty and a little disoriented. She sat up and looked to her right. Fritzie lay there, snoring softly. Wow. That was some dream. Had she ever consciously wondered what it would be like to have sex with Andy Flynn? Her subconscious had, apparently, even though Fritz Howard was the man she loved. She took the water bottle from her nightstand and took a sip, wondering how in the world she was going to look Flynn in the face in the morning. "That is the last time I eat red Thai curry right before bedtime," she said, and lay down to sleep.