I want to once again thank each and every one of you who has read, reviewed, followed, favorited, and supported my previous stories. I appreciate it more than these words can express!

This is my first M story, and I decided to challenge myself by stepping completely out of my comfort zone. In addition to the rating, the entire story is a departure from my usual fluffier ones. This is grittier and more emotionally raw. It's completely finished, so I will post chapters as I revise them as usual. Since this is so outside my normal fare, I definitely welcome your feedback.

As usual, I do not own Major Crimes or any of the fabulous characters. That honor belongs to James Duff and co. I just enjoy writing about them.

Chapter One

He was moving in and out of her so quickly it almost stole her breath. His body was on top of her, his inviting scent all around her, and the sensations he was creating inside her were making her dizzy with desire and pure lust. It was that lust that had led to Sharon and Andy, almost literally, falling into bed together tonight. Up until this evening, they had kept things friendly. In fact, they had become very good friends. Very close, just never this close.

Tonight had started out no differently than any other night. After wrapping up their latest case, they followed each other to dinner. They talked, laughed, flirted as per usual, but at the end of the evening, Andy leaned in for their usual chaste goodnight kiss and Sharon didn't stop him when he lingered. For some reason she'll never understand, she deepened it. What followed was an explosive make out session in the parking lot that left them both gasping for air, chests heaving. It was nothing more than the culmination of years of unresolved sexual tension. But that only made it that much more raw and intense. Neither was content to end things on that note, so Sharon followed Andy back to his house since Rusty was home at hers.

They barely made it inside the door before their seeking hands were burning a path across each other's bodies. They stumbled down his hallway until they reached Andy's bedroom. After making quick work of each other's clothes, they fell into a heap on the bed. Andy teased her skillfully with his fingers until she couldn't take it anymore and then entered her in one swift motion. They had paused only once to adjust to the feel of each other before Andy set a steady rhythm. But steady wasn't what Sharon wanted. Steady was too much, too emotional. She wanted hard and fast, so Andy obliged.

Now, he was pressed against her, bodies sweaty, quickly sliding his hard length in and out of her and she was close. So close. But she knew she wasn't going to go over the edge like this. She could tell that Andy was close as well, and then she felt his hand navigating its way down to the place where their bodies connected. He continued to pound into her and then she felt his fingers on her sensitive nub. Ruled by his own impending orgasm, his motions were sloppy and uncoordinated but it was enough to send her flying over the edge as he flicked her bundle of nerves a few more times. As soon as he felt her release, he lengthened and spilled himself deep inside of her.

They stayed connected for a moment while they both caught their breaths. Sharon needed him to move off of her. Their connection was suddenly too intimate and lingering in it, too emotional. It was as if he had read her mind because suddenly he rolled off and slipped out of her. Sharon stared at the ceiling focusing on the unusual pattern on it. It was better than thinking about what they had just done. Anything was.

Silently, she got up from the bed and made her way to the adjoining bathroom. She closed the door, and Andy let out a sigh. This was definitely not how he had pictured their first time together. He had imagined it slow and gentle, passionate, and as a way of expressing the deepening feelings they had for each other. This was all desire, lust, and chasing release. It was almost robotic, and a big part of him felt like mourning the loss of something he had once considered to be a romantic, emotional step between them.

She exited the bathroom and quickly collected her discarded clothing. As she dressed, she avoided making eye contact, and Andy knew that things were about to get more complicated between them. Once she was dressed, she turned to face him finally.

"I should get going. Rusty is going to be wondering why dinner is taking so long," she said, devoid of emotion.

"Yeah, sure," he said for lack of any other words. He leaned up on his right arm and studied her for a moment. "So... about what just happened-"

"Don't worry about it, Andy. We're friends who decided to explore a different part of our friendship," she said dismissively. He remained silent as she gathered her purse and started towards his bedroom door. "I'll see you tomorrow at work," she added without turning around.

"Yeah, tomorrow," he replied. And with that she exited his bedroom. He heard the sound of her heels fade as she made her way down his hallway and then the harsh noise of his front door closing behind her. He sat there on his bed wishing he hadn't royally screwed up any chance at having something real with her. Truthfully, he thought tonight was the start of something more, but apparently, they were not on the same page. He laid back down on his pillow and closed his eyes. Shit, he thought. He could still smell her perfume on his pillow, could still feel her essence slick on his lower body.

It was going to be a long night.

TBC