A/N so my friend - you know who you are - put this idea in my head about Andy and light duty at work ...what does that mean at home …

So this is what happened…

This takes place before the big scene in the interview room

Andy watched as she stepped out of her skirt, laying it on the bed before starting with the buttons on her blouse. He smiled folded his arms and leaned against the bedroom door.

Sharon caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. She stopped on the last button and looked up at him with a tilt of her head and a raised eyebrow.

"Is there something I can do for you?" She asked, a slight smile gracing her lips.

Andy chuckled, "yah, but you won't let me."

Sharon just shook her head. "You are terrible."

"So you keep telling me."

When he didn't move, Sharon gave him a pointed look, "are you just going to stand there and stare at me?"

He didn't even respond with his usual 'yup.' He merely grinned at her. She blushed at the sight of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Sharon could feel the heat rising up her chest to her cheeks. She bit her lip trying to will herself to cool down. The covetous look Andy was throwing her way wasn't helping.

Sharon sighed and turned toward the closet. She slipped her blouse from her shoulders. She couldn't help the smile and the drop of her head upon hearing a low appreciative hum from Andy.

She let out a sigh straightening her shoulders and dropping her blouse into the dry clean bag. She closed her eyes as she heard him approach.

His fingertips brushed her shoulder sweeping her hair aside. His lips made contact with her warm smooth skin. She hummed at his touch, tipping her head to one side encouraging him to continue. His hands slid around her waist pulling her close to him.

"I've missed you," he whispered in her ear before kissing her earlobe and trailing his lips down her neck.

She hummed. "I know …" She sighed wanting to give in. "The doctor…" His warm breath against her ear distracted her. His strong hands played across the exposed skin of her stomach toying ever so slightly with the waistband of her slip. God, she had missed this. Her head came back to rest against his shoulder.

"Andy," she whispered her voice taking on a gravelly quality. He knew what she was going to say, knew she would be right but that knowledge didn't stay his hands or his lips.

She let out a soft gasp when his fingers dared to cross the threshold of her underwear. "Andy… please…" her head rolled on his shoulder turning toward him. His mouth found hers.

"Please … Andy, don't … make me be the bad guy," she finally whispered kissing him again. She didn't want to stop anymore than he did. But he hadn't been cleared.

"I love you," he said when their kiss ended. Slowly he withdrew his hand to bring it around her waist and hold her tightly. He buried his face in her neck and hair.

She leaning into him. "I want you around for a long time." She turned her face toward him placing a kiss on his forehead. When he loosened his hold, she turned in his arms. She placed a hand over his heart. She seemed to be studying the center of his chest.

"Hey." His whisper brought her eyes up to his.

"Hey," she whispered back. Her fingers brushed his cheek. "I love you." She leaned in and kissed him. "Soon."

He squeezed her tightly, "soon," he breathed into her ear, holding her close.

The End

A/N The end for now.

Unless my muse ( u know who u r) gives me more ammo.

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