This is an idea that's been lingering in my mind since the Christmas episode where Emily and Ricky come to visit. Please let me know your thoughts!
Sharon leans over the bar, a mass of auburn curls falling over her shoulder as she smiles at the bartender. He steps closer to her, picking up a glass in anticipation of her order, raising his eyebrow in inquiry.
"Vodka, cranberry, lime?" Sharon asks. He nods and quickly assembles her drink, setting the red beverage on the bar in front of her. He holds up three fingers to her and Sharon twists her body to reach into her purse, looking up as a hand reaches out, handing over a five dollar bill to the bartender.
"I've got it," The owner of the hand says. Sharon stops her search in her bag and looks up into dark chocolate eyes as she grabs her drink.
"Thanks for the drink," Sharon says, "You are…"
"Andy Flynn, Robbery Homicide," Andy says, offering his hand out. Sharon smiles and takes his hand in hers.
"I've heard your name before. Sharon Raydor, Vice," Sharon introduces herself, "You come here often?"
"Yeah, we usually stop off for after work drinks couple times a week. I haven't seen you here before," Andy comments, grabbing a scotch off the bar top and sliding another five across the wood, "You're not new."
"No, not new," Sharon shakes her head with a smile, "I just finally let my partner talk me into drinks after work."
"Raydor…Raydor…" Andy says, wracking his brain, "You're not 'Rulebook' Raydor partnered up with O'Malley are you?"
"The one and only," Sharon says, her smile getting a little tighter, "Unfortunately I don't have a cute nickname to refer to you by. Just a reputation that precedes you."
"I hit a sore spot?" Andy grins.
"Maybe a little bit," Sharon says as she takes a drink.
"He likes you…old grump might not show it, but he likes you. Says you have chops."
"Thanks," Sharon nods, blushing slightly. Andy points to the table behind him where a few other officers were gathered, talking.
"Want to join us?" Andy offers.
"Uh…sure," Sharon nods, "That'd be nice."
"Come on," Andy says, leading her over to the table. He introduces her to the small group before pointing out the different officers to her as well.
"Hi," Sharon says taking another drink as she takes a seat next to Andy. She listens quietly as they talk about a few of their cases before switching to football. Her eyebrow arches imperceptibly as they talk before draining her drink and setting down her glass.
"Whitehurst is a crap quarterback, that's why they keep losing," Sharon pipes up during a lull in the conversation. She watches as most of the eyes in the group turn to her, "He's thrown an interception almost every game this season, the record is 4-11 and next week isn't looking up. The problem isn't the defensive line it's him."
"You watch football?" Andy asks. Sharon nods, looking up and nodding again as the waitress asks if she wants another drink.
"Yeah, my father and I used to watch games together a lot when I was a kid. It just stuck," Sharon shares with a sheepish smile. She twirls the melting ice in her glass nervously to busy her hands, "I think the Packers have chops, but they got screwed on the quarterback position with Dickey being out. Besides who doesn't like cheese?"
"The Jets did work them over pretty good a few weeks ago," Andy grins. Sharon rolls her eyes and thanks the waitress as she sets the drink down, handing her empty glass over.
"Let me guess, born and bred Jets fan?"
"Oh fuck no," Andy shakes his head furiously, "Giants all the way."
Sharon laughs and smiles at Andy's face that he makes, resuming her silent observation of the group. Slowly as the night progresses the group drops off, eventually leaving Andy and Sharon alone. Andy drains his third drink since Sharon had joined him and sets the glass down on the table before standing up, holding his hand out to Sharon. She looks up at him and arches her eyebrow.
"Come on, let's dance," Andy says, nodding towards the sparsely populated dance floor.
"I'm married, Andy." Sharon responds, not wanting to seem like she had been leading him on.
"So am I. Two friends can't dance to a little Sinatra?" Andy says, leaning in a little more and re-offering his hand. Sharon looks at him and studies him for a moment before finishing her drink and taking his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor. He puts his hand on her waist at a respectable height and takes her hand in his, starting to dance her across the floor with practiced feet. Sharon smiles as she rests her hand on his shoulder, looking up at him.
"You're a pretty good dancer," She comments.
"St. Mary's Catholic School in Brooklyn still taught ballroom dancing when I was a kid," Andy smiles.
"You're Catholic?" Sharon asks, her eyebrows raising in surprise.
"I'm half Irish half Italian, what do you think?" Andy laughs, "You?"
"Mmm," Sharon nods, "Third generation Irish off the boat from the County Cork."
"No shit? My dad's family was from Cork."
"Small world," Sharon smiles, laughing as he twirls her around. A few songs later they had stepped closer to each other, both inhibited by the alcohol coursing through their systems. Sharon was never a heavy drinker, but Andy could throw them back. Her arms were looped around his neck as they swayed back and forth to a slow jazz number, his hands resting on her waist.
"You know, you're nothing like what I was picturing in my head from O'Malley."
"What were you picturing?" Sharon asks as she looks up at Andy, her emerald eyes sparkling with a grin.
"Much more uptight," Andy comments, "But you are definitely not…"
"No," Sharon shakes her head, the grin dropping from her face as she drops her head to Andy's shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. Andy tips her chin up a moment later, looking down at her. Brown eyes search green before he leans down and presses his lips to hers. Sharon pauses for a moment before starting to kiss him back, her hand curling in his shirt as her eyes slip closed. After a beat her hand clutches tighter before she pushes him away and steps back, "No."
"Sharon I…"
"No," Sharon shakes her head and lets Andy go before rushing off in the direction of the bathroom. Andy stands in the middle of the dance floor for a moment before moving after her. He hesitates outside the door to the bathroom for just a moment before pushing in. Sharon looks up from the sink, her eyes widening as she sees Andy in the mirror, "Andy!"
Andy doesn't say anything as he turns her around and presses his lips to hers again. Sharon fights for a moment, halfheartedly trying to push him away before giving into his mouth. He reaches out and flips the lock on the door to the small room, maneuvering Sharon against the wall. He lifts her up as he steps in between her legs, the long limbs wrapping around his waist. She moans into his mouth and tangles her hands into his hair, arching against him.
Andy's hands sip under her dress and up her thighs. His calloused palms smooth over the soft skin, drawing a whimper out of Sharon. Her legs tighten around him as she tears her mouth away from his, her chest heaving as she pants, looking up at him with dark eyes. He presses his lips to her jaw as his fingers travel up her legs again before slipping into her underwear. Sharon lets out a breathy moan when his fingers travel over her, drawing the wetness out of her core.
His fingertips tease over her center as his mouth moves over her jaw and neck. Sharon tugs at his jeans roughly, unbuckling his belt. She employs both hands to unbutton his fly and pull his zipper down, one hand slipping inside to wrap around him. Andy groans and arches into her touch, reaching down to pull her hands away and pin them against the wall above her head. He captures her lips in a hungry kiss and moves her underwear to the side, thrusting teasingly against her.
Sharon bites at his bottom lip and arches against him, a moan in her mouth. Andy groans back at her as he slowly slides into her depths. Her toes curl inside her shoes as she tightens her legs around him, pulling him close. The two of them move rough and fast against each other, neither of them taking long to reach their release. Sharon's head flings back and smacks against the cement wall, a loud cry tearing out of her throat as she cums. Andy growls, his jaw clenching as he buries himself into her, succumbing to her pulsing and tugging muscles.
They both lean against each other, the only sound in the room their soft panting breaths. Andy opens his mouth to speak, interrupted by someone pounding on the door.
"Hey, open up! There's a line out here!" Sharon hastily pushes Andy away at the intrusion, finally coming to her senses. She straightens her dress quickly before wrenching the lock and the door open in one swift movement, escaping down the hallway and out of the bar. She quickly hails a cab and rattles off her address, not looking back as Andy sprints out of the bar, calling after her.
Sharon sniffles and wipes at her eyes as she starts to cry, looking out the window as the lights of LA pass by before the cab stops in front of her apartment building. She thanks him and hands over the last of her cash for the evening before getting out and heading inside. She lets out a sigh of relief when she opens the door to the apartment and finds it dark. Her keys and purse get discarded on the table next to the front door, and she kicks off her heels before padding into the kitchen. She grabs the tea kettle off of the stove and puts enough water in it for a cup before putting it on to heat.
One of her arms wraps around her middle as she chews on the thumb nail of the other's hand, staring into space as she waits for the water. She jumps when she feels a pair of arms slide around her waist and she's pulled into a solid chest. Jack presses a sleepy kiss to his wife's neck and yawns as he hugs her tight.
"You just getting home?"
"Yeah, I stopped for a couple drinks with people after work. I hope I didn't wake you."
"No, I was gonna wait up for you but I dozed off."
"Sorry, I should have called."
"You coming to bed?"
"Mmm…I'm just going to make some tea and take a quick shower. Go back to bed, I'll be in soon."
"Okay," Jack murmurs as he presses another kiss to her neck before letting her go and padding back to bed. Sharon pours the water into a mug and adds a tea bag before carrying the cup into the bathroom with her. She shuts the door and turns the water on, cranking the handle for the hot. She grabs a couple towels from underneath the sink and undresses, discarding her clothes into the laundry before stepping under the scalding spray. She furiously cleans her body, washing her hair a few times before staring listlessly at the wall as the water pours over her back.
"Shit."
[TBC]