Hey all, I haven't written anything in a while. I've been pretty sad about what happened in the show so I wanted to write something that made me happy. This is fluff! This is going to be a series of stories just about Sharon and Andy and life after marriage. It'll be whatever strikes my fancy (or yours - feel free to send prompts). In this universe, Sharon doesn't get sick, they just get married and live life.

Again, please feel free to make suggestions and/or send prompts. They will actually help a lot. Chapters will all take place in the same storyline, they'll just be random moments, outings, work events involving Sharon and Andy after they've been married.

He wasn't sure what woke him at first, but smiled as soon as he became aware of his surroundings. In her sleep, she had pressed her face against his chest, seeking out the heat. His wife. The wedding was three weeks ago and every day since he'd woken with a smile on his face. She moved again, snuggling into his chest and he grinned, pressing his lips into her hair.

A glance at the clock told him they had some time before they had to get up, and he had every intention of just enjoying being in bed with his wife. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and let his mind wander.

Sometimes it astounded him how much he adored her. It was with him always, even if he wasn't conscious of it. He just felt lighter, his entire being felt warmer since they started this relationship, and even before that really. Some might call it ridiculous, how he would just hear her voice, or think of her and get this silly grin on his face.

Every day, more and more, he was drawn to her, something he didn't think was possible. He'd heard people talk about these kinds of things before, but hadn't really understood this kind of love until he met Sharon Raydor.

Obviously, he'd loved before. He'd loved his first wife, loves his children, loves his friends. But this, this is a different thing entirely. This is something comfortable, something that's a part of you and feels like something that should always have been there. It's exciting, its sexy, its heart wrenching at times, it's comforting. It's just everything.

He chuckled at his thoughts. Andy Flynn of just a few years ago would think he was absolutely nuts. Hell, most people would probably think that. But when he tells her these thoughts, when he puts himself out there and she smiles at him like she does, well, he doesn't care if everyone in the world thinks he's an idiot if he can make her smile one more time.

A hum and an arm tightening around him make him aware that the subject of his musings is about to join him in the land of the living. He laughs when she groans and presses her face into his chest.

He jumps when she pokes him, "there's a rule against laughing at your wife when she's in distress."

"Is that right?"

His fingers running through her hair prompt her to tilt her head and look at him. "Yes that's right."

"Not even when said wife uses her husband to cower from the sun in the morning?"

"Especially not then." She fixes him with a serious look before resuming her previous position, hiding her face in his chest.

"My sincere apologies, I should have known this rule, particularly when said wife and her husband had a late night."

"Mhmmm."

He stroked her hair again before moving his hand down, "and it wasn't even the fun kind of late night." As he finished his statement his hand settled on her ass and he gave it a quick squeeze.

A sleepy chuckle escaped Sharon as she lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his chin. "No, it wasn't fun, but we did manage to wrap things up before the weekend."

"Thanks to our fearless and wise Commander."

"Mmm," she propped her head on her hand as she spoke, "and her squad, particularly her loyal lieutenant."

Andy smiled and leaned in for a kiss as she continued, "yes lieutenant Provenza really shone throughout this investigation."

It took a second for her words to sink in, but when they did, the look on his face made Sharon burst into a fit of giggles.

He pasted a wounded expression on his face. "Oh you think that's funny do ya?" The only response was his wife giggling into his chest.

"I see, I'm just another body to you aren't I? Just a lieutenant among hundreds available to do your bidding."

She responded as her giggles subsided, "'just another lieutenant,' oh honey, how many lieutenants do you think get to grab my butt while we're having a conversation?"

His faux wounded expression turned into one of genuine indignation, "I sure as hell hope the answer is one." He slid his hand back down to her butt as he said this, almost as if to protect it from other pesky lieutenants who may be lurking around their apartment.

Laughter rolled out of Sharon at her husband's actions. She pushed herself up onto her knees, one on either side of his legs as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Alright you, it's time for us to get up and get ready."

His hands came to rest on her waist and his thumbs stroked her through her night gown. "You wanna make this an extra fun morning before we start the day?"

She smiled and kissed him again. "Mmm, as much as I'd love too, we need to get ready now. We're supposed to pick the boys up at 10."

He perked up immediately, excited at getting to spend the day with Sharon and their grandsons.

Her fingers ran through his hair as she continued, "I love how excited you get to spend time with the boys," she pressed a kiss to his forehead, "I can't believe you forgot."

"It's easy to forget things when your wife is this beautiful." She laughed again.

"Well I'll just have to keep reminding you of things." She kissed him before climbing out of bed. "Let's get going."

He saluted, "yes mam," and she laughed again before heading to the bathroom. He smiled as she closed the door. He really was the luckiest guy.