AN: Two-part one-shot after the bean bag episode in Season 7 episode 8 "Death Warrant." In any case this is a bit explicit and entirely AU - well maybe not 100% AU I mean they're both humans with sexual feelings and attractions - let's face it Andy is a guy and whether he likes Sharon as a person or not at this point has no bearing on the fact that you can't deny she's attractive. If you don't like hair pulling, dirty talk, and other raunchy things this probably isn't the fic for you. No apologies for this temporary RL escape, you've been warned.

Song: Butterfly by Crazy Town

CLOSER - August 2011

Andy's POV

I kicked the door closed, throwing my coat onto the couch. Flipping on the TV I pulled my tie loose from my neck. I moved to the kitchen to fix myself a snack, reflecting on the day, it had been one of those days for the books. Hobbs had been shot. Raydor shot someone between the eyes - now that was a sight. Standing behind her I didn't get the best view of her as she took the shot, but I saw enough to know it was hot as hell. That bean bag gun was huge and she wielded it like it was nothing but a 9mm. She hit the guy right between the eyes, knocking him flat on his ass. I chuckled at the memory, if Hobbs hadn't been hit by a bullet it would have been a pretty perfect day. She was fine and we were all glad about that, anyone taking a hit out on one of their own deserved what happened to them when the floor fell away.

I took my glass of water and sandwich back to the sofa to rot my brain on some Sports Center. The Dodgers had a rare bye today, so there was no game for me to catch up on. Getting tired of ESPN I began flipping through the channels, as usual 200 channels and nothing to watch. I stopped on HBO, I didn't pay for the channels just the occasional fight night, it must be a free trial weekend. Before I could figure out what was going on I heard the sound of slapping flesh. Looking up I nearly dropped the sandwich in my lap, the man in the white coat had the woman in scrubs bent over and was doing her from behind. They were fully clothed, pants pushed down enough to make it work. The scene ended before I knew it, but it had given me a semi hard-on and put thoughts in my head I had been trying to avoid for weeks now.

Knowing it was either another cold shower or rubbing one out I opted for the latter, needing a little bit of relief. I had been doing good about avoiding fantasizing about her, but watching her today - well it made it next to impossible. Her hair long and straightened, her tight black pant suit hugged her curves. While I normally preferred her in skirts, wanting to see her bare legs, I couldn't deny that even in the slacks she had legs that seemed to go on forever. Just thinking about her standing there in the street again was making me harder. I strained against my pants. I undid my belt, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor. I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my pants, my cock instantly feeling the relief of space.

The smirk that grew on her face when she walked back into the murder room as I held the bean bag souvenir in my hand was priceless. I caught her eyes before she left a few minutes later and I could have sworn I saw a glint of sultry there. I put the bag into my desk drawer for safe keeping knowing that every time I pulled it out I would get to relieve that moment. Thinking about it again made my cock twitch. I slipped my hands into my boxers and pulled my cock out, groaning as I gave it a little tug.

I imagined us in the office, empty with just a light on in the far corner of the room. Sitting at my desk, she would cross the room. I would pretend not to notice her presence, even though we both knew that wasn't true. The clicking rhythm of her heels always gave her away, at least to me. She'd kiss the back of my ear and I'd spin around in my chair. Without giving me a chance to react to her presence she would straddle my lap and painfully slow she would grind against me making me hard. Before I could do anything about her actions, she would unzip my pants and slide onto her knees, pulling me out of my trousers. Her warm lips would surround me, hair falling in front of her face. Her head would start to bob up and down, up and down, as she took me fully into her mouth and then pulled out - each time with a pop. With a devilish grin in her eyes, her hand reaching in and fondling my balls - her teeth nipping at my inner thighs the pleasurable pain causing me to nearly jump out of the chair.

The fantasy was making me start to lose control. I kept rubbing slowly not wanting to give in just yet, I needed this to last me awhile. She was going to be around me for the foreseeable future with this damn lawsuit. Sometimes just the lingering scent of her in the hallway made me hard thinking about what it would be like to be buried in her, wondering what other scents she had to share. I felt my balls tighten at the thought of bringing my lips to hers, tasting her, licking her pussy. My cock twitched again and I began to rub harder.

One of her fingers slides down in between my balls and teases my ass, causing me to yank her hair - pushing her mouth further onto my cock. I could feel my orgasm building, the way she looked at me told me she knew I was close. She grinned as she sucked harder, her tongue sliding up and down, flicking the head each time she made it back to the top. I felt my body begin to shake, I didn't want to come like this - without repaying the favor, but I was too far gone to make her stop, to pull myself out of her mouth. It felt too good.

My other hand slipped under the waistband of my boxers cupping my balls, squeezing and lightly tugging them down as I pulled my cock up. I was close, my cock was throbbing, my balls hard and tight. Thinking about Sharon's mouth on me, the look in her eyes, her fingers teasing me - I could almost feel it. I wondered whether she would let me come in her mouth, or if I could explode on her breasts, rubbing my cock in between them as I came, or rubbing up and down her ass, coming on her lower back. With a final twitch I felt the shake of my body, I let out a guttural groan as my hips bucked up and down on the couch as I continued to move my hand up and down feeling the warm sticky fluid on my hands.

My hands slowed their rhythm, releasing my balls, coming to a rest. My heart was pounding. Keeping my eyes closed I allowed myself to enjoy this moment, wanting to hold onto this feeling. When I felt the room cool, I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself and find a clean pair of boxers. It was too soon to shower, the fantasy was still pounding in the back of my mind that getting in now would make me hard again - playing out another dream of mine to push her up against the shower wall and lick her as she throws a leg over my shoulder. Flushing the toilet I shook my head, I need to stop thinking like this. I'm going to get myself into trouble if I keep thinking about the Captain like this.

Reluctantly I went back to the sofa and put the safe ESPN back on and settled in for the night, trying to avoid any thoughts of the brunette beauty that was haunting my mind.

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I had managed to successfully avoid running into her all day, until Gavin showed up. I knew with him around I would see her eventually - it seemed like this lawsuit would be coming to a quick end which would do me wonders. I walked into electronics and found her sitting there talking to Gavin reviewing footage from the Baylor interview - I tried to keep my eyes on the monitors, to watch the confession, but her perfume was filling the space. That hint of sandalwood and vanilla with a touch of something else I couldn't place. I was curious which perfume it was, what intoxicating scent she sprayed on her naked body as she got out of the shower each morning. I bit the inside of my mouth to halt a moan from coming out. She caught my eyes and gave me a curious glance, noticing the pained look on my face. I shook my head and mouthed, "that awful video" she smiled and returned to her conversation with Gavin. Oh yeah, I was in deep trouble with this one. As soon as we wrapped this up I would definitely need to hit the gym and suffer through another cold shower.

When the Brenda came in, Gavin and Sharon stood up to follow Chief Pope out of the electronics room and into Brenda's conference room, presumably to wrap up whatever it was they were working on before we got this case. I got off the cabinet where I was perched and began to follow them out, I wanted to get a jump on my paperwork so I could get the hell out of this office before I said something completely inappropriate. Before I could react Sharon turned around and brushed by me,

"Sorry I forgot my binder."

The space in between the chairs and the cabinet was tight and I felt her ass for a split second as she moved past me. I choked out,

"Uh no problem." I noticed the brace on her wrist and I gestured at it, "Everything alright?"

She looked down at it, "Oh this yes, just a little sore from that whole bean bag incident yesterday. No need to worry about me Lieutenant I'll be fine."

I gave her a grin, "Hell of a shot Captain."

She smiled and exited out the door on the opposite side of the room, the look in her forest green eyes sparkled and perhaps with a hint of desire. Maybe that brush wasn't an accident. I shook my head of the ludicrous thought that that Captain of FID could have ever intended to brush her voluptuous ass against a hot-headed Lieutenant's thighs. I definitely needed that shower now and maybe to hit a meeting, this woman was driving me insane. She was unattainable and yet I wanted her in an all consuming, territorial kind of way that I hadn't felt towards any woman since the early days of dating my ex-wife. No, Sharon was some kind of special siren calling me towards the rocks and it would seem I was happy enough to follow. Yeah, maybe that paperwork could wait I needed to get outta here before I pulled her into her office, ripped her clothes off and bent her over her desk. Feeling myself harden at the image I headed to the bathroom.

I only intended to splash some cold water on my face, but I ended up ducking into one of the end stalls. As quietly as possible, I pulled down my trousers and feverishly began stroking my cock. It didn't take long, I was already so worked up. Letting out a grunt I let myself spill onto some toilet paper. I stood in the stall taking some deep breaths trying to calm myself before cleaning up and returning to the murder room. That should get me through the rest of the night - as long as I don't see her, or smell her, or touch her again.

"AGRH," I let out as I walked back towards my desk alarming my colleagues.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Provenza barked at me.

"Nothing." I yelled back.

"Uh huh, I don't believe you. Just for that you're going to drive me home from the bar tonight." He toyed back.

"Great, just great." I muttered under my breath throwing up my hands before turning back to my paperwork. I suppose that's better than going back to my empty house and thinking about her some more. At least I can entertain myself with watching Provenza get drunk and then make a fool of himself as he hit on women at the bar. I let out a chuckle at the thought, yes that's just what I need to distract me for a few hours - to break the siren's spell. Although to be completely honest with myself, I'm not really sure I want to break that spell - maybe if I stopped yanking one off at work and focused on getting to know her I could have the real thing instead of just the fantasy. The thought brought another smile to my face, it would be a near impossible task, but I had no doubt that she would be worth the chase.