This is a fluffy little one shot that had been bouncing around in my head for a while. I finally decided to get it down on paper. There isn't much of a plot, but definitely a lot of fluff. As always, I welcome your feedback.
I do not own Major Crimes or the fabulous characters. That honor belongs to James Duff and co. I just enjoy writing about them.
Sometimes, when they were lucky, Andy and Sharon got to spend time together after work. They usually headed to her condo so she could also spend time with Rusty. Sometimes, they grabbed take-out on the way home. But other times they were really lucky and got off work early enough to make dinner together at her place. Those times were especially rare, but especially treasured. Tonight, was one of those special occasions and they were both excited. In addition to having the time to cook together (something they learned they loved to do back when they were just friends), this was the first time they had spent any time together outside of the office in so long they had to use the word "weeks" instead of "days" to quantify it.
They talked and flirted, stole sweet kisses, and danced around each other in a graceful coordination as they made pasta primavera with Andy's homemade pasta and secret sauce. It was Sharon's favorite to make because it required them to work closely together and the end result was simply delicious. After sitting down to enjoy the fruits of their labor, they caught up on their personal lives (Emily was in rehearsals for a new show and Nicole was hoping to receive good news about a promotion). Sharon enjoyed a glass of her favorite wine, and Andy savored the way her cheeks turned a rosy hue and her smile seemed to never end.
After dinner, they worked together to clean the kitchen. Sharon put the leftovers aside for Rusty. He was due home later in the evening. She watched as Andy loaded her dishwasher just the way she liked it. He smiled when he caught her. She couldn't put it into words, but it warmed her heart when he did little things like that. He was careful to do it the way she liked at her place because he knew it made her happy. Andy had always been considerate. Even when they were just friends, he noticed little things and took great care to do them that way. It wasn't because he was afraid of upsetting her, but rather, that he respected her and her space. She saw it as a sign of the maturity in their relationship then and now.
When all of the dishes were loaded and the food put away, they made their way to Sharon's couch. Rusty had confirmed at least five times that he would text Sharon before heading home. Sharon wasn't sure what he thought she and Andy were doing on the couch, but she chalked it up to his youth. Since they hadn't heard from him, they knew they had some time to themselves.
They settled onto the couch, and Sharon sat close to Andy. He rested his arm behind her on the back of the couch. She leaned over and grabbed the remote off of her coffee table and handed it to him. She heard the soft tones of her TV come to life as she relaxed back into the couch close to the man who was growing to mean more and more to her each day.
"Anything specific you feel like watching," Andy asked quietly.
"Nothing specific, but there might be a decent movie on one of the cable channels," she answered. Truth be told, Sharon didn't care what they watched. She was just happy to be sitting here with him. She watched as Andy brought up the channel guide on her TV screen. He carefully scanned though their options before settling on something they would both enjoy, but not draw too much of their attention away from each other.
"How's this?" He asked looking over at her.
"Perfect. The American President is one of my favorites," she said with a smile.
"Yeah? Well, it just so happens to be one of mine as well," he confessed. She gave him a surprised look. "What? I enjoy a good romantic movie once in awhile," he laughed.
"Andy Flynn, hopeless romantic," she joked playfully.
"Maybe," he teased. "But this movie's also got politics, humor, and great acting. It would be hard not to love it," he explained.
"Hmmm... We'll have to compare notes on our other favorites. Maybe we should have our own movie marathon," she said with a smile.
"It's a date," he answered with his own smile.
Once they had both shared a laugh, they shifted their focus back to the movie. Sharon moved closer to Andy and rested her head on his shoulder. He moved his arm down from the back of the couch and softly placed it around her shoulders pulling her closer.
Before they had embarked on their dinner adventure, Sharon had swapped her skirt, blouse, and suit jacket for a pair of fitted jeans and white v-neck t-shirt that hugged her upper body perfectly. As she sat up against him, Andy noticed another piece of her attire, and he found it difficult to take his eyes off of it.
As they transitioned their relationship from close friendship to romantic, they became more and more comfortable in each other's presence. It was a little awkward in the beginning since neither seemed to know how to act with the other, but they soon found their footing and things fell back into comfortable patterns except with an extra layer of closeness between them. One of Andy's favorite things about this new relationship was seeing a different, more relaxed side of Sharon. Where as before she hardly ever changed out of her work clothes, now she rarely kept them on once they were away from the office.
They were still keeping things old fashioned and hadn't crossed the line into complete intimacy yet, but Andy enjoyed the little things like seeing Sharon like this and feeling her body resting on his. But there was one thing that drove him wild and threatened his control. And that one thing was currently in his line of sight: lace.
Andy had discovered that Sharon had a tendency to wear lace bras, and he found the delicate fabric distractingly enticing. He had yet to see the lace in its full glory, but the tiny hints that he could see when she wore shirts like the one she was wearing tonight drove him crazy. As if he needed another reason to look at that part of her anatomy! He tried to focus on the movie, but he kept thinking about the way the rounded edges of the lace lay delicately across her tempting cleavage. It was hopeless! He was not going to be able to focus on anything else now that the lace was vying for his attention.
Luckily, Sharon seemed to be blissfully unaware of his current obsession. She was fully engaged in the movie, so Andy took the opportunity to indulge in the view in front of him. He wasn't sure how a piece of fabric could be so engaging or inviting. He couldn't remember having a thing for lace before Sharon. Maybe it was the way the intricate material danced across her skin or the way it conjured up fantasies of his fingers softly tracing the same path. Maybe it was just the simple fact that it was just so Sharon. He didn't know, but he loved the way it looked on her.
The movie came to an end and the credits started rolling. Sharon slowly sat up, and Andy knew that it was getting late. This was the point in the evening when they usually said their goodnights and he headed back to his place hoping they would get another opportunity to be together like this sooner rather than later. He went to get up when Sharon turned to him and placed her hand on his chest. He stilled his motion and turned to her with a questioning look. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. When they pulled away, they stayed close and smiled at each other.
"Did you enjoy the movie?" she asked with a whisper. She kept her body close to his.
"Uh-huh," he answered lost in her. "But truth be told, I was a bit distracted," he added.
"I noticed," she whispered and then reclaimed his mouth. This time, there was more passion behind it and they both felt an urgency that hadn't been there before. Hands began exploring and tongues soon started caressing. They were lost in each other and the moment. This wasn't exactly new territory, but what Sharon did next certainly pushed them further away from their usual comfort zone.
Without breaking the kiss, she moved into his lap straddling him. For his part, Andy began caressing her back while she ran her hands up and down his chest. "Rusty..." He began in between kisses, but Sharon cut him off with a simple, "Will text" and then continued to explore his mouth.
As things grew more passionate, Sharon tugged on Andy pulling him toward her and they both awkwardly tumbled back and to the side so she was leaning down onto the throw pillows on the end of her couch and he was on top of her. He was careful to leave room between their overheated bodies and made sure to support his own weight. He moved his hands to her abdomen and slowly caressed the soft skin he found under her t-shirt. He carefully moved his hands higher and higher until his thumbs were brushing the underside of the lace bra he had been admiring earlier.
The need for air and to slow down consumed them both, and Andy tore his lips away from hers. He affectionately began to kiss her forehead, her nose, her chin before blazing a path along her jaw and then her neck. Sharon snaked her hands between them and began to tug on her shirt. She lifted it up until the bottom edge was even with his hands.
"Go ahead," she whispered. "I know it's been distracting you all night," she teased drawing her bottom lip into her mouth. Andy stopped his ministrations and looked up at her surprised.
"Am I that obvious?" He asked.
"Usually more so," she answered with a coy smile. Andy briefly wondered how many times she had caught him checking her out without him knowing. He decided to file that away for another time because right now, she was allowing him to check her out and offering to let him remove her shirt. So, he did. As he raised the garment up over her chest, he paused at the sight before him. As amazing as that lace was when he caught glimpses of it while sitting next to her, it was even more so now that he was seeing all of it. He couldn't tear his eyes away, and he heard Sharon giggle at his state of incoherence.
"I'm starting to wonder if you've ever seen a woman in a bra before," she joked. He looked up at her before returning his eyes to the mesmerizing sight before him.
"Never seen you like this before and that's all that matters to me," he said sincerely. "God, you are beautiful". He started to very softly run his fingers over her exposed skin sending shivers throughout her body. Andy smiled when he saw the goosebumps form on her soft skin. Then, he took his finger and delicately traced the edge of the lace that had been calling his name all evening. He felt her shiver again and he looked up at her meeting her gaze. She was beautiful, and Andy couldn't believe she was here with him.
He allowed his lips to make contact with her skin, and they traced the same path that his fingers had previously. He busied his hands kneading the full weight of her breasts, and he enjoyed the feel of the soft lace against his calloused hands. As his lips devoured her exposed skin and his hands memorized the feel of her lace-clad perfect breasts, Sharon closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations this new territory was giving her. She buried her hands in his silver strands and gently pulled him closer to her newly exposed skin. Just as Andy began to pull back the lace barrier, Sharon's phone sounded. The offensive tone snapped them both back to reality, and Andy grunted as Sharon sighed.
They both sat up, and Sharon reached over and pulled her phone off of the coffee table. It was a text from Rusty announcing (in all caps) that he was on his way home. Sharon laughed to herself for her earlier thought about Rusty and what he thought they were doing on the couch. Perhaps, he had been onto something with this "text ahead" idea.
Andy knew what the text meant, so he stood up and began fixing his rumpled clothing. Sharon pulled her shirt back down, and smoothed it out over her still tingling body.
"Guess that's my cue to head home," Andy stated indicating her phone.
"I'm afraid so," she answered with a tinge of disappointment. They walked over to her door hand in hand. When they stopped, Sharon turned towards him. "Soon". He gave her a questioning look. "Soon, we won't have to say goodbye at the end of the night," she clarified. He smiled and captured her swollen lips for one last searing kiss. It was an intense meeting of lips and tongues that made Sharon's toes curl and left her wanting more. They both stepped away a bit breathless. Andy opened the door and turned back to her.
"In the meantime, I'm perfectly fine enjoying nights like tonight," he answered with a smile. "Lace looks amazing on you," he added with a whisper before saying goodnight and heading down the hall towards the elevator. Sharon closed the door and turned to lean up against it.
Lace? She thought. Oh, she could definitely show him a few things in lace.