A/N: All of this is disturbingclarity's fault and directly from a headcanon thread on tumblr. Also coffeeinanebula. You can also blame the Pentatonix's Can't Sleep Love for kicking off an insane four hour writing/editing binge. Lastly I thank themagnificentsquid for always being there to offer advice/reaction selfies when she likes the thing xD. This is just the first chapter of three.
Disclaimer(s): I don't own Major Crimes, or Sharon Raydor/Andy Flynn. It all belongs to Duff (Supreme Emperor Troll) and TNT, don't sue me I have college loans to think about. Also I beta'd this myself, with the help of the hemingway app (great stuff).
Sharon stood in the kitchen rinsing out her travel mug, and some of her lunch containers, preparing to place them into the dishwasher. She wasn't startled as Andy settled behind her, wrapping his good arm around her waist. He dropped a quick kiss to her neck before settling his chin on her shoulder. The three day old stubble lightly scratching against her skin.
"Why didn't you wake me when you came in?"
"Just following doctor's orders, you need your rest."
He frowned, "I've been sleeping all day. But I haven't seen you at all today."
She smirked, hearing the pout in his voice, "I can't seem to make the murderers take a break so I can dote on my invalid boyfriend."
"You shouldn't make fun of your invalid boyfriend, it isn't nice."
Finally done with the dishes and washing her hands she turned around in his arms, "I only do it because I care." With that she took her still wet hands and patted both sides of his face, rubbing the three or four days worth of stubble on his face. In response Andy scrunched up his face, moving back away from her, unable to move far or fast because of his injuries.
He started laughing, "Okay, okay. Uncle!"
Sharon joined in the laughter, moving to press a quick kiss to his lips before she let go of him. She turned in search for a towel to dry her hands off, "You know I wasn't so sure about that stubble of yours, but it's kind of grown on me."
"Pun not intended right?"
Sharon snorted, "Naturally, but I like this scruffy version of yourself." She walked back toward him, her hand coming back to caress his face, careful not to hurt the already bruised skin, "I just wish it was under better circumstances."
Again he pulled her closer with his good arm, "Next vacation we have together, I'll grow it out just for you, no bruises necessary."
With that he kissed her soundly on the lips. Sharon smiled from the prickling of the rough hair on her skin, the sensation still new and foreign. She didn't get much time to acclimate to it as Andy moved to kissing her nose, cheek, then jaw. He finally settled on the pulse point on her neck. Still feeling playful he started nuzzling her soft skin, gently pressing his chin into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, knowing it would drive her crazy. Soon enough Sharon started giggling, moving away from the tickling. He added to the assault by moving his fingers light against her ribs. Soon she was laughing again, moving back toward the counter. Once he had her against the counter he altered between trailing kisses up her neck and scratching the skin with his facial hair.
Eventually it was her turn to cry, "Uncle."
He pulled away laughing as well, "Just keeping you on your toes."
"God forbid, I ever get bored."
"God forbid." He repeated before kissing her again.
To Be Continued