Feeling Rebellious

Disclaimer: (1) None of these characters are mine; James Duff, et al, has that lovely distinction.

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After seeing Rebel Without a Cause, Sharon had always wanted to be a rebel or at the very least wanted her very own version of James Dean. Despite that she had always followed the rules. Even her job required she do so on a daily basis. The only exception in her life till now had been Jack. By the time she finally divorced him, her family was just glad she was at long last done with that chapter of her life.

She was feeling rebellious lately. On this particular Saturday night she was getting ready for one of her non-dates with Andy. The pre-Nutcracker conversation was a distant memory; the Christmas gift of an angel ornament in the past also. The way Andy looked at her ever present in her thoughts. The way she felt around him invading her dreams.

Though he liked anything she wore on their outings, on this particular Saturday she chose a new dress Gavin just loved when she tried it on for him. It hugged her curves in all the right places; showed more than the usual cleavage while not being too improper. Her favorite heels went perfectly with it and her hair fell in soft waves just the way he liked it. By the look on Rusty's face as she went to answer the door, she could only imagine Andy's reaction. His calm greeting of I feel underdressed was betrayed by his dilated pupils and the breath she heard him catch.

During dinner it was harder for both of them to concentrate on their conversation. He didn't ask nor did she offer an explanation for the change tonight. Though they were finding any and every reason to touch, whether it be simply fingers grazing or outright handholding, he was still very surprised when he felt her toes begin to slide up his leg as he put a piece of butternut squash ravioli in his mouth. She'd deliberately waited until he couldn't speak immediately. Smiling with more confidence than she felt, she watched him gasp a little and hurriedly swallow his food, washing it down with water before he sputtered like a fool. Or an idiot, as his best friend would say.

She took him sliding his chair closer to the table as a go-ahead to continue her exploration. She could reach all the way up his thigh now; could gently massage his salute to her. Her face softened even more and she took his hand as she heard Oh escape him. She offered him the sweetest, most innocent smile as his eyes asked questions, shared desirous thoughts and his hopes that he wasn't wrong for wanting her.

When he ordered coffee for both of them and tiramisu to share, she knew he was stalling. As they'd gotten closer, they'd begun having coffee and dessert at her place. He thought briefly about the box of cannoli he'd handed to a wickedly grinning Rusty before they left tonight. Cannoli ordered from her favorite Italian bakery. Long and firm and stuffed with delicious cream. He pictured her mouth around one, around him and Oh God slipped out. In response to his unasked question of why she moved closer, she purred To share and smirked.

Her hums and whispered I like cream as she took her first bite of the no longer innocent looking tiramisu wasn't lost on him. Nor was the way she licked and gently tugged on the fork to get every last drop of that precious cream. Before he could take his eyes off her, she scooped more of the delicacy on to the fork offering it to him, her hand on his jaw as he closed his eyes letting her feed him. A bit of cream caught on his lip. Rather than brush it away with her thumb as she'd done in the past, she kissed it off gently using her tongue to swipe his lip clean, humming as he groaned.

By the time they left, he couldn't think of anything but holding and kissing her for real. Usually they'd walk next to each other shoulder to shoulder, sometimes he'd grab her hand but on this particular Saturday night, he held her close to him smiling as her arm reached behind him to do the same. If only I hadn't used the valet crossed his mind more than once, as his hand moved over her back. When it rested on her side, she moved her arm slightly until he slid his hand up barely touching her breast. Her smile told him she was comfortable and her arm now over his fingers held them in place until his car finally came. Once inside, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to feel her close to him but he had to move out of the drop off spot so he just put the gear into drive and made his way through the dark streets to her condo.

They'd held hands the entire way with the exception of when her fingers moved slowly up and down his arm. He'd had to keep careful watch on his speed when she'd breathed out Andy before ensuring he'd still come upstairs For dessert as she had termed it.

Barely in park, his seat belt was off and he was popping hers to release it. Turning in her seat to face him, she flashed more cleavage than she realized until she heard his groaned Oh God, Sharon. As his hand moved into her hair, his lips covered hers. Both of them moving in their seats for better access, the kiss deepened. She licked his bottom lip; he requested and received entrance. Amidst tongues swirling, moans and hums, time stood still though their hands didn't. Touching what they could around the console, he finally helped her over it, had her straddling him as he changed the seat position in one swift movement. One hand in her hair, the other slid beneath her dress caressing her breast, tweaking her nipple until she moaned in his mouth and ground against his length. He responded to her whispered Come upstairs with Oh year, I'm gonna come. Her chuckle helped him realize she'd taken it a different way from how he meant it.

Cameras weren't a concern as they kissed the entire time waiting for the elevator to arrive back at the lobby. Once inside it, she managed to hit the button marked 11 as he pinned her to the wall. I want you, Sharon, was really stating the obvious but he needed her to know, to hear it not just feel it. His emotions he'd keep to himself for now but his desire for her he couldn't hide nor did he want to when she seemed to so clearly want him also. Her I want you too, Andy removed any doubt.

His arms were around her, he was kissing her neck, whispering how much he wanted her as she tried to get the key in the lock. Giving up, she turned to kiss him passionately then whispered Let me open the door just before cupping his length eliciting another groan from him as he took her keys and opened it himself. Once inside, he pulled her to him, locking the door at the same time. Coffee, he asked just to be polite. Later, she answered as she looked down the hall towards her bedroom. Dropping her keys and bag on the table, she took his hand, eyes asking if he was ready to follow her. His kiss was her answer and they continued kissing their way down the hall, tripping at times, laughing quietly at the urgency at their ages.

In her bedroom, she thought they'd go quickly having waited so long, having shared so many non-dates, already knowing so much about each other. Initially he was just giving into his lust for her but then his emotions kicked in and he slowed down. Kissing her slowly yet deeply, he enjoyed the hums and moans she let loose. He enjoyed the shudder he felt when he whispered what he wanted to do with her, how he wanted to taste her, feel her release over and over.

Between kisses she had gotten his suit jacket over his shoulders, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. She playfully gathered his suspenders like reins, pulling him closer to her bed with her. When his hand went under her dress again, she took the opportunity to untuck and unbutton his shirt, sliding it off him as he ducked his head to suckle her breast. When she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, he decided she was overdressed and reached for her zipper. As her dress fell to the floor, he kissed her letting his pants fall down. Both hands on her breasts, he heard her sigh as he began massaging them, having already removed her bra for better access. She pulled his t-shirt over his head then pulled his boxers down enough for them to fall the rest of the way on their own. As she turned and bent over slightly to pull the linens back, she felt him pull her panties down So we're even, he whispered once he had kissed his way up her back to her neck. He'd forgotten about his socks until she smiled as she looked down, the smirk eventually reaching her eyes. For that I get in bed first, he said after removing the objects of her amusement.

Lying down with each other, he again momentarily gave into his lust for her. One hand in her hair as he kissed her even more passionately than he had until this point, the other explored her body eventually stopping at her sensitive spot. When she opened her legs even more, he almost lost it wanting to be inside her so badly it hurt. Instead he brought her to release with his fingers, discovering she liked to be kissed deeply as the explosive waves moved through her.

His heart fluttered when she breathed out Andy and skipped a beat when she moved down on him, licking, tugging, taking him all in until he asked her to stop, he was too close. We could do other things until you're ready again, she suggested before moving back up to him when he whispered No, not the first time, Sharon. He closed his eyes lest his emotions show before they should. Kissing his neck, she quietly promised I'd wait for you before capturing his mouth.

Rolling them over, he settled on top of her. While he was kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts, she wrapped her legs around him, told him she wanted him inside her. Though he had whispered Not yet, he wanted the same thing. Deciding a compromise was in order, he kissed her softly as only the head slipped in and out of her entrance. He chuckled at how frustrated her next groan sounded and again when she playfully whined You're mean.

Kissing his way down her, he noticed slight imperfections, scars – stories for another day. She was already moaning out Andy as his tongue flicked her sensitive spot for the first time. Looking at her, he knew it wouldn't take long to bring her over the edge once again. Her head was thrown back, her thumbs caressing her own nipples. Oh God crossed his mind as it escaped her lips. His tongue continued working its magic and she was soon breathing out Andy with each new wave.

Kissing his way back up her, so agonizingly slow he felt her shudder a few times, he was sure to stop at each story she'd tell him one day. Finally back at her mouth, he teased her kissing only the corner of it, licking her bottom lip, whispering You're delicious before fully kissing her. She breathily responded I'm sure you are too as she wrapped her legs around him. He thought of all the things they could've done while he was waiting to be ready again. Unable to fight the throbbing urge any longer, he sank slowly into her. Once he was fully inside, he stilled himself, let her begin to move on him then he set a slow pace. Looking deep into her eyes when she finally opened them, he saw more than lust before she closed them as he kissed her so slowly she thought it was one of her dreams. As they moved together, she soon found him letting her set the pace. Andy escaped her as he eventually moved in and out of her faster and faster until they were whispering each other's names, each spent and not looking to move an inch just yet.

Later lying wrapped in each other, she asked him to stay. He rumbled Never thought of leaving as he kissed her softly. His emotions kicked in just then and he shyly asked Sharon, are you mine, knowing she now had her eyes closed, her head on his chest and couldn't see how much he wanted her to be. Kissing his chest, making her way up to his neck, she whispered Yes, I am, Andy in his ear before covering his lips with her own.

Snuggled back in his arms, head on his chest again; she quietly chuckled at his We're dating. She thought of everything going on in the real world, thought of the quiet rebellion no longer as strong inside her and simply agreed Yes, we are.

Then an impish glint in her eyes as she looked up at him, Ready for coffee? I would really like a cannoli right now. The way she licked her lips had him groaning, thinking the next time he wouldn't stop her. Well, I did come up for dessert, he said kissing her deeply once more. He could only imagine the little imp eating that cannoli. Ah, the things they'd do tonight.

[The End]