Here's a little one shot that came to me while I was (am) avoiding algebra homework.
I will post a new chapter to Facing The Facts shortly! So sorry for the delay!
Sharon's hair was twisted loosely into a not quite French twist, but not quite bun. Her maroon V-neck shirt, grey sweatshirt, and yoga pants hugged to her beautiful figure as she pranced around the kitchen.
Cleaning at the ungodly hour of half past eleven.
Rusty had retired early this Friday night, mumbling about a long day, and too many crammed tests at the end of the term.
Sharon had decided early, that it was the perfect time to tidy the house to her immaculate standards, before she herself turned in for the night.
By ten, the vacuuming was done, and by ten thirty, the laundry from the week was folded.
Sharon sang in low, repetitive tones to a song she had heard on the radio earlier. Nothing in the song was particularly meaningful, but the tune just stuck.
Sharon placed the forks and knives in the culinary drawer, and the cups and coffee mugs in the cabinet.
Her ease and routine was broken when the doorbell rang. She wiped her hands on the kitchen towel and went to answer the door.
"Hi," Andy breathed standing in the doorway of Sharon's apartment, snowflakes glistening in his hair.
"Hi!" Sharon said with a broad smile, resting her hand on the oak door.
"Can I…?" Andy asked, returning the smile and staring into Sharon's brightly lit apartment.
"Oh, yes," Sharon said, opening the door and stepping aside for Andy to enter. "Would you like some coffee? Left overs?"
Always the hostess, Andy thought, stepping into the apartment and closing the door quietly behind himself.
"I'll take coffee, please," Andy mumbled, walking into the kitchen behind Sharon. Sharon hummed and started brewing the coffee.
"What brings you here tonight?" Sharon asked handing Andy the warm coffee mug, their eyes meeting. Andy raised the cup and took a deep sip of the dark liquid, letting it warm him. The green of Sharon's eyes held many questions, unasked and unanswered, within them.
"There was one thing I wanted to do by the end of the night, may I?" Andy asked, setting the coffee mug on the counter. The doubt that shown through Sharon's eyes answered his question. "Do you trust me?"
Sharon hesitated, but nodded.
"May I?" Andy asked again, searching the depths of Sharon's green eyes. Sharon's head bobbed slowly. Andy stepped closer into Sharon's personal space, wrapping an arm around Sharon's slim waist and snaking a hand under her smooth chin. Andy used his fingers to slowly raise Sharon's head, their eyes still locked. Andy tilted his head slowly, unsure, giving Sharon time to back away. When Sharon stayed firmly placed, Andy brushed his lips against hers. A ghost of a kiss, but a kiss none the less.
Andy pulled away to see Sharon's eyes had fluttered shut behind her glasses.
"Andy?" Sharon whispered, her eyes still closed.
"Yes?"
"Ask me again."
"What?" Andy asked, his eyebrows creasing together in puzzlement.
Sharon's eyes shot open, emeralds falling into his view. "May I?" Sharon whispered huskily, her eyes shifting from his eyes to Andy's lips. Andy smirked slightly as he bowed his head again, kissing Sharon firmly, and properly.
Like he should've done ages ago.
Sharon melted against him, her fingers curling into the salt and pepper hair that laid at the nape of his neck. When they broke away for the much needed air, Andy said with a smirk, "Ask me again."
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