Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor

A/N: Each chapter is a fic that stands on its own. None of them are connected.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Shut Up Kiss

Ten minutes was the cut off time for nervous babbling, and Andrea had long past that. Sharon's soothing words had met deaf ears each time she'd tried to get the blonde to calm down. She'd never seen her like this, aimlessly walking around the house as she spoke to herself. Andrea usually handled her stress well, and when she didn't, talking to Sharon would do the trick.

Sharon pushed herself up from the sofa, watching Andrea as she walked into the kitchen. "Honey," she tried carefully, waiting for the blonde to turn around and look at her. There was worry swimming in the blue of her eyes, and it made Sharon ache, a frown pulling at her lips. "What's going on?"

There was a brief moment of tense silence. Sharon usually wasn't one to start imagining the worst, especially when she wasn't given a reason to, but she couldn't recall a time in the last year or so when Andrea hadn't been able to openly talk to her about something. It made her stomach twist and turn uncomfortably as she took the last few steps to put her in the kitchen with Andrea. It was the visible relaxing of Andrea's shoulders and back, the way the blonde seemed to calm with Sharon's nearness, that made Sharon internally shake herself for almost making herself worry about an imagined problem.

"Andrea," she said softly, placing her hand on the other woman's arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"My parents," she answered with a pained expression, giving Sharon's hand a small pat before pulling away.

Sharon watched Andrea carefully for a few seconds, waiting for an explanation that didn't come as the blonde started opening cabinets and drawers. Sharon had heard nothing but kind things about Andrea's parents. She spoke to her mother at least once a week, and at the end of every month, her father sent her clippings from the newspaper they used to read together before she moved to California. Watching Andrea talk to and about her parents usually brought a bright smile to Sharon's face, because she could see how happy they made her.

So it was in a gentle tone that she asked, "What happened with your parents?"

The response she received was rushed, and the sound of Andrea putting the kettle on the stove and turning it on drowned out most of it. The blonde gripped the edge of the counter and bowed her head, her back lifting with her inhalation, and then slowly falling as she exhaled. Her knuckles were white, and Sharon could tell she was trying to compose herself. There was a large part of Sharon that wanted to go soothingly rub her hand across Andrea's tense back, press a kiss to her temple. But she knew from experience that what Andrea liked best was a few moments to clear her mind by herself.

It wasn't until there were two steaming cups of tea being placed down in front of Sharon that Andrea spoke again. "I should have known this couldn't be put off any longer than we already had. I mean, she's known that I'm in a relationship since that morning you asked me about breakfast plans when you didn't know I was on the phone. Other than the occasional questioning on how things are going, she's never taken any interest in our relationship."

Andrea ran her fingers through her hair, bringing it away from her face as she looked at Sharon. Sharon laid her hand down on the bar, palm up, and Andrea looked down at it and then wrapped her own around it.

"She's coming here," she finally said, looking down at their hands instead of at Sharon. "And I know we haven't spoken about this, so I'm not expecting much from you, or anything at all. I'd understand if you didn't want to meet her, them - my father will be joining her."

"Oh," Sharon breathed, unsure if it was worry she should be feeling after seeing Andrea's reaction or relief.

"It's a step you might not be ready for. It's been a long time since either of us has been in a healthy, committed relationship, so I'm not sure when the right time for this is. But, you know - -"

"I would love to meet your parents."

"- - it doesn't have to happen now. I'm still shocked that she told me they were coming to visit me -told me!"

Sharon's squeeze to Andrea's hand was ignored as the blonde continued.

"Tomorrow, she told me. I suddenly realized I hadn't even been in my house for over a month, and now I need to go there and set it up so they can stay with me. I don't even have groceries in the fridge." Andrea furrowed her brow, pausing for a second. "I want to meet her, she told me. I wasn't even sure who 'her' was. My mother has never been impulsive, so I'm sure this is something she's been wanting to do for a while now. But she could have told me ahead of time so I could see what you thought about it."

"I want to meet them," Sharon said once again, and once again she was ignored.

"I'll just tell them that the next time they want to make big decisions that include me, they should include me. They - -"

Sharon groaned exasperatedly and leaned forward, the hand that wasn't holding Andrea's going to the blonde's neck. Her movements were fast as she moved in and pulled Andrea to her mouth, and Andrea's surprise earned Sharon a bite on her bottom lip that elicited a sharp gasp from the brunette. Andrea's words died against Sharon's lips, and then a soft moan followed as Andrea's mouth relaxed against hers. Smooth lips slowly brushed against Sharon, and the silence around them made her sigh just as much as the feeling of Andrea kissing her.

Satisfied, Sharon wrapped her lips around Andrea's bottom lip and gently sucked on it one last time before she pulled away. "Now," she said, her voice raspy and her lips still tingling, her heart fluttering in her chest. "May I say something?"

Andrea licked her lips as she nodded, looking more like herself. "Floor's all yours."

Sharon rubbed her finger across Andrea's bottom lip and then leaned back. "While we haven't discussed when or how we would be introducing each other to our families, I think now would be a good time to start."

Andrea, who usually said more with her expressions than anyone Sharon had ever met, kept a blank face as she nodded. "You do?"

Sharon nodded as well. "I do. I know if I was in your mother's position, I would have wanted to meet the person in my daughter's life a long time ago. I can only imagine how many nights she's spent on the phone with you and wanted to ask hundreds of questions about our relationship. She's your mother." Sharon laughed a little as she said, "It's a natural reaction."

Andrea seemed to think the words over before she smiled and squeezed Sharon's hand. "I didn't want you to feel like I was pressuring you."

"I don't," she assured her.

"She can be a bit-"

"Doesn't matter," Sharon interjected, shaking her head. "I love her daughter," she said, simple and with finality. "Your mother wants to meet me, and as long as you're okay with that, I think it's a good idea."

"Don't sound so calm about it," Andrea said with a roll to her eyes, smiling. "I've been driving myself crazy all day because of this - -"

"Me too," Sharon teased, snorting softly.

"- - and you don't even sound worried about how terrible things could turn out."

Sharon lifted their joint hands from the bar and tilted her head, guiding Andrea to the spot beside her. Once she stood next to Sharon's stool, Sharon turned around and faced her. "I was worried something major was wrong, so this is actually a relief to me. And like I said, I want to meet them."

Andrea rested her forehead against Sharon's and sighed. "I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you."

Although Sharon's heart fluttered and her lips formed a smile, she shook her head against Andrea's and cupped her cheek. "None of that. Just tell me you'll talk to me next time you start panicking about something."

"Of course," she said. "Of course," she repeated as she kissed her lips.