Pairing: Sharon/Andy
A/N: It's been a while... I've been back and forth on shipping these two since summer, but since taking a step away from fandom I've come to start enjoying them again and wanted to take them out for a fun night.
This was going to be a one-shot, but part of the smut is giving me a hard time so I decided to just break it up that way I can share some of it. Plus, it's already 9.5k words with part of chapter 3 missing, so I figured it would be better broken up anyway.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'll return them once they're completely satisfied.
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(1/4)
It's the goddamned dress' fault, Andy decides as he stares back into Sharon's expecting eyes, feeling ridiculously foolish for the clueless look he's giving her. "Right, Andy?" she had said with a dazzling smile, and all Andy can do is stammer over some type of agreement because he'd been lost in the black fabric that stops at the middle of Sharon's creamy thighs – or lost in her thighs, honestly, because fuck he really wants to be there right now. He knows he needs to pay better attention, but that's easier said than done.
Clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck where it's getting hot in a slightly uncomfortable way, Andy gives the table an apologetic smile and focuses on the conversation. Beside him Sharon takes a small sip of the single glass of champagne she's having for the night. Her hand covers his briefly once the flute is placed down, squeezing softly, and then everything relaxes a little around them.
He had wanted to make a good impression tonight. Sharon's college roommate was in town for the weekend with her husband, and to Andy's surprise, Sharon had invited him to go out with them to a lounge in Beverly Hills. It's the first time Sharon's introduced him to one of her friends that she hadn't met through work. It feels like a big deal – it is a big deal; he's getting more of Sharon when she's not Captain Raydor and that's important as hell for him and their relationship. He was planning on laying the Flynn charm on nice and thick – boyish grins and winking eyes and the perfect dose of sarcasm. He had been excited to find out more about Sharon in her college days, hear all the juicy details from someone who knew her when she was younger. But from the moment Andy picked Sharon up from the condo, all he could do was think about how sexy Sharon looked.
Tom – or Todd, or Tim, or some other single-syllable name that should be easy to remember but Andy can't seem to think of – is telling them about his latest assignment, but Andy's only pretending to be interested in the photojournalist's trip to Bulgaria. It's easy to get away with not paying attention when the music is loud and the lighting is low over their U-shaped plush booth. He just needs to listen well enough in case someone asks him a question again; he slips in a few nods and grunts and laughs when everyone else does, maintains eye contact for a few seconds. He grew up in a house full of women who chatted a lot, and family was always coming over for dinners and holidays, so he's pretty good at faking interest when he needs to.
Andy takes a long sip of his ginger ale and then leans back into the upholstered seat, letting his arm drape across the top. Sharon instantly moves into the space he's just made, and Andy feels his lips pull into a happy grin. This woman's gonna be the death of him one of these days, he's quite sure of it. The way she just fits against the side of his body, her soft curves pressed into him, hips and thighs touching, is enough to make his body warm all over. He rubs his hand over her upper arm a few time and then pulls her even closer to him, close enough that the smell of her shampoo fills his nose when he inhales.
Sharon tilts her head and looks at him, lips the color of pale rose petals stretched into a smile that dances all the way up in the liquid green seas that hold his gaze. "Everything okay?" she asks softly, brushing her left hand down his thigh.
Her touch is electric, and he can feel the currents that travel from her fingers move up the muscles and nerves in his thigh and straight to his groin. Andy clears his throat and glances down quickly. "Yeah." He nods surely, bringing his eyes back to hers. "Everything's great. Are you having a good time?"
Sharon glances over to her friends, who are discussing something while looking over to the dancefloor down below. "I am having a wonderful time," she tells him, and then her hand slides down towards his knee. He feels that warm, tingling rush again. "You, on the other hand, seem to be distracted," she whispers knowingly. "I take it that means you like my outfit choice for the night."
Andy chuckles lightly, because Sharon knows him too well. If his eyes automatically drop down to her breasts, enticingly showcased by the dip of her neckline, or follow an invisible path down the curve of the side of her body that is not pressed against him, the swell of a hip and lean thigh, it's not like he can be blamed for appreciating Sharon's body. He's sitting next to a woman who's oozing sex appeal and is undoubtedly aware of it, if the way she slowly crosses her legs towards Andy and lets the dress glide up a bit more means anything. Her heeled foot rubs against his leg and he swallows thickly, taking one more look – and lingering at her bare legs, because fucking hell, for a moment or two extra – before breathing out a loud breath and meeting Sharon's eyes.
"Yeah. You could say that."
Sharon laughs as she leans into his ear, the softest of sounds tickling its way down his spine. The dancers on the lower level are loud as the bass bumps through the speakers, but he can't hear anything over the rush of his blood and Sharon's smooth voice. "I could also say that I think you'll like it even more when you bring me home and take it off of me." Andy groans. "But I want to know what you think, Andy."
Andy learned some time ago, perhaps a few weeks after they started enjoying the physical privileges that came with dating, that Sharon takes great pleasure in getting him worked up when they aren't anywhere near a place that his sexual needs could be taken care of. They're completely professional while at work – if you consider unabashedly checking your boss out on the daily professional – but when they're off the clock, anywhere is fair game.
Whispering in his ear is probably number three on his list of biggest weakness. The shimmering black dress he's thinking about peeling of Sharon's body has just taken the top spot.
Sharon pulls away enough so that she can look at him while still remaining close. Her perfectly-plucked eyebrow arches as she waits for a response, strobe lights flashing behind her. Her lightly glossed lips shimmer, as does the simple necklace that dangles over Sharon's breasts. Andy is easy prey, and he knows it. He's been a little turned on from the moment he saw her. There's something extraordinarily sexy about Sharon when she's wearing all black – her confidence is doubled, her sex appeal through the roof, and Andy eats it all up. He wants to eat Sharon all up. He thinks about it right there in the booth, licking his lips and running his eyes over the stunning woman beside him.
Get it together, you horny idiot.
Andy clears his throat, painfully aware that he hasn't responded yet because he can't even keep his eyes off her long enough to think straight. This is what happens when you're lucky enough to date the woman you've spent forever and a day fantasizing about. Now instead of imagining what it would be like to kiss her, touch her, run his hands across her skin, Andy can't stop picturing all the times he's gotten to do it and how much he wants to be doing it right now.
Andy puts his hand on her thigh as he speaks, his thumb teasingly scraping against the hem of the dress. "You look incredible," he tells her in that low tone that he knows has the same effect on her that her whispering has on him. The muscles beneath his hand twitch subtly and he knows that he's on the right track. Two can play at this game, Andy thinks as he edges his finger underneath the soft fabric. Sharon's lashes flutter. "I would tell you that you look fantastic in this dress, but really you make the dress look sexy. I wouldn't be even a little bit impressed if it weren't on your body."
Sharon takes in a sharp breath and then lets out a small giggle as she leans into him, brushing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Charming, sweet-talker," she teases.
He squeezes her thigh and watches as she squirms and shuts her eyes, taking a measured breath. Andy notices then that they are alone at the table and wonders what he had missed, wonders when Tom-Todd-Tim and Charlotte left. But he stops thinking about them the moment Sharon's eyes are opened again, black pupils swallowing the green of her eyes.
Because –
"Damn," he mumbles, fingers gripping her flesh all the more tighter, hand gliding up a little higher. "You do know it's taking all the self-control I have not to give in to how badly I want you right now, right?"
Sharon smirks at him while wrapping her arm around his neck, but her chest is rising and falling faster with each breath like she can't quite get control of her reaction to him like she's usually able to in public. That turns Andy on, makes him want to make her just as aroused as he is.
"I guess tonight we'll be testing out that self-control of yours, then, Andy. We're not leaving anytime soon, and once I get you out there dancing, I'm not sure keeping your hands at appropriate places on my body is going to be manageable."
Andy groans miserably, hand caught between her tightly clamped thighs. He's already pushing it on what's considered appropriate, fingers just itching to glide all the way up to the apex of her thighs. She's so damn hot and soft here, and sensitive. He uses that last bit of information to his advantage as he wiggles his fingers the best he can while tucking his head into the space between her head and shoulder. The smell of her skin, warm and sensual from the perfume he likes, makes his head spin a little before he whispers directly into her ear, purposely brushing his lips against her skin. They're close, closer than they usually get in public, but Sharon seems to sink into him as her heavy breaths leave her lips.
"Sure it's my self-control that's going to be tested tonight and not yours?" he whispers into her ear, stroking her sensitive skin.
Sharon's hand on his thigh grips him tightly, and she moans softly. "Andy."
His eyes slam shut, his cock stirring. He breathes in, counts down from five, and then slowly blows into Sharon's ear. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one that's a little turned on right now."
Sharon's foot rubs up and down against his leg underneath the table as she whispers back, "Only a little?" almost as if she's daring him, challenging him. Her voice is like expensive silk, smooth as it slides across his skin. She lifts her hand from his thigh and caresses the side of his face, runs her nails to his hair and lightly scratches his scalp as he grunts into her ear. "I think you're more than a little turned on. You've had your eyes glued to my breasts and legs all night, Andy. I know how your brain works. I wouldn't be surprised to find out you've already imagined exactly how you want to fuck me tonight."
Andy damn near growls. It's so rare that Sharon uses the word 'fuck' that every time it leaves her mouth he swears he's going to crumble right then. The air around them feels like it's charged with more electricity than a lightning bolt. It's stuffy and his collar feels tight around his suddenly dry throat, and his brain isn't able to focus on anything other than the teasing way Sharon's fingers play at the base of his neck and her foot brushes the fabric of his pants against his skin.
The heat he can feel radiating from between Sharon's legs is tempting, so damn tempting. He huffs loudly, because he wants so badly to feel her against his fingers. They're in a semi-private location, but not that private, and really he wants her alone where he can strip her bare and fuck her properly.
He licks his lips, feeling Sharon shiver against him when the back of his wet tongue touches her ear. "And if I have?" Sharon hums, and he pictures her brow lifting inquiringly. "If I have thought about how I want to fuck you, Sharon... Does that turn you on?"
Sharon uncrosses her legs, Andy's hand no longer trapped at the spot it hadn't been able to leave before. Her fingers touch the back of his hand, hesitation obvious when it's only the tips of her fingers for a few seconds and then her whole hand. She glides his hand a little higher on her thigh, just underneath the bottom of her dress, and then pulls in a sharp breath. He's not touching her where he wants to be, but he's so so so close.
"What do you think?" she asks, and her voice shakes, her breaths uneven just from having him near where all that glorious heat is coming from.
Think? Andy's sure he's past thinking. He's getting stiff and his brain's fuzzy around the edges.
"I think," Andy starts, greedy greedy greedy Andy who wants to slip his hand all the way up and into Sharon's panties, "I think," he repeats with a groan. He's thinking about it, honestly thinking about pressing his fingers against her clit right there and rubbing her off until she's coming and shaking in their nearly-private little corner. And then he remembers that that's not okay, that Sharon would probably kill him later for it even if she enjoys it, and that he's supposed to have self-control.
Suddenly Andy pulls his hand away and hovers over Sharon, looking into her surprised but so very, very lusty eyes. He cups her cheek and kisses her hard on the mouth, tasting her lips with his own, with his tongue. Sharon's surprised gasps mellows out into a low hum that does nothing to stop the way his pants are getting tighter at the crotch or the way he's now thinking about dropping to his knees and spreading Sharon's legs apart and licking her to orgasm.
"I think we need to go dance before I forget that we're in public," he mumbles into her mouth.
Sharon's chuckle is low and hot on his lips. She pulls him away from her mouth with both hands on his face and looks at him, smiling at him with a mix of amusement and desire and something that makes his heart race so fast he thinks maybe he needs to just sit down for a minute and breathe. "I agree. I admit to nearly forgetting that myself." There's a dark blush on her cheeks as she looks around them and then back at him, one of her hands moving down to his tie. "Must be the tie. You know I find you irresistible when you choose a good one."
Andy grins, watching the way her eyes twinkle as she lightly tugs on the deep red silk. "All my ties are good," he throws back at her.
Sharon licks her lips while looking up at him, eyes slowly traveling from her hands to his face. A slow smirk briefly appears on her lips before she says, "I know," winking at him.
Andy leans forward and plants a kiss on her lips, feeling her smile against his mouth. "Dancefloor, now. Or I'm taking you home where you can stop resisting."
Sharon lets Andy pull her up to her feet, his hands wrapped around Sharon's. Once they're both on the opposite side of the table and in the walkway, Sharon leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Andy's mouth. It's just a brush, softer than the whisper of a summer breeze late at night, but it makes him grin like he's just been given the world on a silver platter. Sharon squeezes his hands and smiles so openly when she looks him, and Andy knows that what he has with Sharon makes him the luckiest person in the room.
Their moment is interrupted by a male voice coming through the speakers. "Now it just wouldn't be right if we didn't remember this diva today. Whitney Houston, this one's for you. Gone but never forgotten." The familiar sound of I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) starts up and the people down below let out a loud roar of cheers. "Here we go. You all know what to do."
Sharon glances over the stomach-high wall and then turns a slow smile to him. "Well, Andy." The way his name rolls off her tongue mixed with the way her smile is a little shy at first makes him duck his head.
He places one hand on the small of her back and then waves the other out, gesturing for her to lead the way. "I think it's time we go dance."
Sharon's lips twitch as she wraps her hand around his and starts guiding them down to the lower level. "Absolutely."
Nope, Andy decides with a mental shake of his head, following Sharon down the stairs. Forget being the luckiest person in the room. Luckiest person alive sounds more appropriate.
to be continued...
