A/N: More little things. Hope you enjoy.

/Touch/

When she closed her eyes, it was first a wave of excitement that rushed through her, and then a wave of anticipation followed close behind. It was all a mix of feelings and she felt very nervous, so it was fortunate that she could hide her face into the mattress so he wouldn't see and ask her if she was okay, she did not trust her own voice right now. It was dark outside and the only light that shone in the room was a little candlelight, casting the room in a soft warm glow.

She felt the bed dip and excitement curled into a humming ball in her stomach, almost enough to topple her. It did not dwindle in the slightest when she felt his thighs, warm and solid, resting against the sides of her stomach as he settled on the top of her back. She drew in a deep breath and tried to prepare herself for his touch. She heard him rubbing his hands slowly, and after a bit felt a slight tip in the weight as he leaned slightly forward. Next came his hands; fingers and palms on her neck, and helped along by oil his fingers glided slick against her skin. The touch was warm as he kneaded his way down her back, skirting just past her shoulder blades. It was gentle at first and grew increasingly more forceful as his hands moved down her back and up again, lingering at the end of her spine a second or two the first time. The next time he went further down and stopped just at the waistband of her underwear, his two thumbs kneading her lower back.

She let out a slow breath and then took a deep inhalation, she felt an almost dizzying need to turn around and capture his mouth in a heated kiss. But she stayed on her stomach with her eyes closed in pleasure. The scent of his linen filled her nostrils with comfort, and the feel of his hands massaging her back felt wondrous.

It was a romantic setting; the scent of massage oil mixed with the scented candle gave the room an extra layer of romance in the half darkened bedroom. They were at that point in their relationship where it tethered just on the brink of completion, the point where they knew each other; she knew the taste of his lips and how his mouth fit against hers, she knew that a heavy grunt, deep in his throat, meant he was aroused and that his kisses would begin to deepen. And he knew her, all her little signs and tells, and when she needed comfort.

She enjoyed stripping down to her underwear for him; excitement prompted her to be more forward in this regard. He made her feel young again, feeling carefree in a fashion she had not thought possible, her skin tingled at the prospect of his touch. Her body was aching from working overtime throughout the whole week, so when he offered a massage after a heated session of making out on his sofa, she quickly accepted.

His massaging hands brought her out of her thoughts as his thumbs and fingers strayed just under the waistband of her underwear now. The pads of his fingers were warm with friction as he slowed down and turned the kneading into a caress. The weight of him lifted suddenly, she felt him settle further down her body.

With a smile, she managed to unclasp her bra and slip out of it, letting it fall to the floor before she lay down again, aware that he had stopped his touches. She held her breath, listening. She could almost feel the way he looked at her, his eyes on her back and the complete naked skin there; raw admiration and desire. It excited her.

"It's more comfortable without," she said matter-of-factly, her head turned to the side. She felt him lean over her, the heat of his skin hot against her naked back.

"You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling while his words warmed.

She hummed and closed her eyes again as he continued with his massage. This time his fingers went up the sides of her stomach and the tips of fingers teasing just at the edge of her breasts.

/Intimate/

She pressed her lips together and swallowed a breath, her eyes zeroed in on his naked form. It had been quite a while since she had last gazed on the naked form of a man in full display. That it was happening now, and not in her daydreams, and that it was Andy Flynn no less, heightened her desire and heated her cheeks.

She knew the design of his bare arms up to the rounding of his shoulders, the way his deltoids flexed and moved, and how the muscles of his arms felt when they wrapped around her in a bear hug; solid and warm in his embrace. She even knew how the muscles felt beneath her fingers and how, when she touched him, his eyes darkened. She had become familiar with his legs from just above his knees and down after that one time they had gone to the beach and he had worn denim shorts, barefoot in the sand next to her.

From the kisses they had shared, she knew the feel of his neck and nape, and the way his hair felt between her fingers. From hours of working together, the long form of his figure had etched itself into her memories and she could easily bring forth the way his tailored suit looked on his body. From the one night they had shared, sleeping peacefully next to each other too tired to share anything but warmth and a few kisses, she fondly remembered waking to his chin against her neck, and his lips on her cheek kissing her good morning. The slight stubble had tickled her and she had touched his jaw with a slow caress. From that morning, she also became familiar with the sight of him aroused; his member a bulging outline in his boxers. He had worn a washed out t-shirt to bed, but her eyes had been able to briefly take in his crotch.

But before now, she had not seen him completely naked.

She let her eyes wander down his body; from the grey tussled hair, to the amused smirk and dark lustful eyes, to the bare chest and hair, down his stomach and hips, and finally to the junction of his thighs; his cock erect and full.

From there, it took no incentive. She let her hands rest on his chest and stood up on tiptoe, locking her lips with his, and when they were both fully captivated by each other's mouths, she let her hands wander down his body and grasp him. She smiled when he moaned.

She now knew the feel of him in her hands.

/Covet/

Andy followed Sharon's quick stride, keeping up with her as she strode resolutely down the orange hallway. They were on their way back from the basement's store room that held old case files not yet plotted into any police database. Inevitably his eyes strayed, not by conscious choice, but from a fascination he was finding harder and harder to withstand. His line of sight was impelled to wander in a downturned route, fastening on her whole form as she walked. Today it was the sleek white material of her skirt and the tantalizing slit in the back that drew his gaze. It gifted him with a good look at not only her firm backside, but the bare skin of the back of her thighs near her knees.

In the beginning he had not meant to look at her like that, but then it started happening from time to time as his imagination ran wild, and now it was almost a given. He was drawn to her beauty, but not blind to the fact that in this world, in this environment, it was disrespectful and inappropriate to look. In any other circumstance of life, he could have admired her body more openly, and maybe flirted a bit as well. But instead, he tried the best he could to minimize his gawking, and when he found his eyes locked on her, in an admiring way, he tried his best to disguise it.

He was acutely aware of her, of every wondrous facet of her. It was not only the way the skin around her eyes crinkled when she smiled, or the way she pursed her lips in amusement and looked away to hide her reactions, or the way her scent intoxicated him, it was so much more. He noticed that and everything else like the swell of her breasts against the silk material of her blouse, the outline of two firm mounds, and the cleavage when she unbuttoned a couple of buttons during the course of a working day.

Then as they started becoming friends, it was the narrowness of her waist when she was in a dress, the view of her tongue when it was out wetting her lips whenever she thought no one was looking, and the way she, exclusively, smiled at him. He catalogued it all. The arch of her neck, the color of her eyes, the scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her fingers, the familiar sight of her from behind, and the vibration of a hum slipping past her throat.

He knew he was completely lost in her.

/Pleasure/

He felt his member stirring the moment his mouth descended onto her center; his tongue licking a path down her folds and up again before he closed in on her small bud. The heavy sense of her arousal surrounded him completely, her scent so close it ensnared his senses fully and made him rock hard. He had missed this, missed making a woman orgasm under the careful dance of his tongue. Her breathy, almost silent, hums sparked a desire deep in his stomach, and when she hesitantly rested her hand on his temple, the fingers stretching out and caressing before they took a tight hold of his hair, it only reinforced his desire.

"Andy," she breathed quietly after an interval of breathless silence, his name uttered like a caress in a silvery light tone.

He looked up from between her thighs. His hands rested on her lower abdomen and he felt wrapped in her warmth with the junction of her thighs hot against his face, her thighs warm on both sides of his head and his hands anchored to her skin.

Her head was arched back, her mouth parted and eyes closed. She looked to be in another world, a far-away world consisting only of pleasure.

"Please don't stop," she pleaded, raising her head to look at him, her mouth parted and a raw look deep in her eyes that he had never seen before. She looked beautiful; free of everything but naked wonder and a red sheen to her cheeks, her chest heaving.

Prior to today, they had talked little about love and sex. He understood her privacy, and mostly, that the past was in the past. Yet, he couldn't stop a nagging feeling from taking place in the back of his mind; beneath her strength and certainty, there was a small part of her that he knew had been treated unfairly in the past when it came to love. He felt a deep need to make love to her; to show her how much he loved her and how much he wanted her to be happy.

"I won't," he said with a smile, "I'm just appreciating the view."

She smiled and he was enamored in the broad and carefree way her lips parted, her teeth visible and her eyes a shade lighter.

When she closed her eyes and laid her head back with the smile still prominent, he leaned back down again as well. He covered her clitoris with a kiss before his tongue slid out and continued its dance. It was the first time he went down on her, and truth be told, he wanted nothing else in this moment.

The scent and taste of her was more than intoxicating.