Snippets of Waiting, Ch2
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Entering the condo, Sharon dropped her belongings in their proper places and called out to Andy. Upon hearing his response that he was making tea in the kitchen, she headed in that direction.
"Hi," she said softly as she entered, taking him in as she walked towards him. He looked happy and strong, much stronger than he had the day he came home from the hospital.
"Hey," he answered her, continuing to pour the hot water into their tea cups.
Once he'd returned the kettle to a cool burner on the stove, she wrapped her arms around him. "You're cleared," she whispered.
He held tight to her at first but then loosened his grip as he felt her begin to relax more. "Now we can honestly talk, Sharon, because I want to know what you've been keeping to yourself since the heart thing happened."
"You mean since you had a heart attack, don't you?" she asked, moving to look at him. "All that matters, Andy, is that your doctor is satisfied with your health enough to clear you to return to work."
"Yes, I mean the heart attack and no, that's not all that matters. Talk to me, Sharon." He kissed her softly, she deepened it.
As their tongues moved slowly around each other's, their hands explored and their bodies moved closer until no room was between them.
Between leaving warm kisses along her neck, he whispered, "I miss you, Sharon." It had more than one meaning but he didn't clarify. Instead, he simply added, "I want you," to allow her options yet again.
"I've missed you too, Andy," she breathed out, "and I want to be with you." Though there sounded like but might be coming, she didn't add anything further.
Their next kiss heated up quickly so thoughts and words were forgotten for the moment. Wanting to be even closer, he untucked her blouse and slid his hands under, caressing her skin tenderly. Needing her to know how much he wanted her, he gently ground into her a few times. When he felt her begin to move back, he whispered, "We don't have to stop anymore."
Her breath caught in her throat and she saw him notice it. Her eyes misted over at the uncertainty that crossed his features. "Are you sure? Because I -." She stopped herself but knew it was too late. He would follow up.
"I'm sure," he told her, caressing her face with the back of his fingers. "Because you what, Sharon?" His voice was low but the concern in it almost shouted at her.
The mist became heavier so she tried to blink it away. "We shouldn't jump all in, Andy. We should take things slowly."
"Oh, I plan to take things very slowly," he murmured as he closed the distance between them again. "We're going to spend a lot of time making out," he rasped before kissing her deeply. "We're going to touch each other everywhere," he continued, moving slowly down her neck until she moaned out loud. "I want to taste you," he said as his hand moved to her core and began rubbing it slowly. Pushing her against the countertop, he groaned before adding, "I miss being inside you." He paused, and then admitted, "I miss being a part of you, Sharon." He could tell by the way her arms tightened around him that he was affecting her but he could also tell she was fighting it. "We can make love again," he managed before he caught her lips in a searing kiss and increased his pace at her core.
As she felt the heat build up inside her, she debated whether to give in and let him bring her to climax or to stop him before they got too carried away. While she was lost in thought, he picked up the pace again and whispered words of love, longing and being alive between kisses. It was too late to make a decision as she felt her walls contract, her legs quiver and a loud moan escape just before she tumbled over the edge. Once she settled down, he wrapped her up in his arms.
Holding on to him just as tightly, she felt her eyes moisten more than she'd allowed since the day of his heart attack. "How do you feel?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from showing her loosening grip on her emotions.
"I was happy thinking I made you feel good but," he kissed her temple, "I don't think I did." Unlike his girlfriend, he willingly let the sadness seep into his voice.
Pulling away to look at him, she tried to reassure him. "You did, Andy, it's just -." She was getting too good at cutting her thoughts off and they both knew it needed to stop. "You looked so afraid that day." It was the best place to begin, she decided.
"So did you. You tried to hide it from the team but I was looking right at you, Sharon, and you were just as scared as I was. Neither of us knew what the Hell was happening to me."
"I was worried," she corrected, just as she had that first time she could visit him that day.
"You were scared, just like me." He was pushing her and he knew it could backfire but he'd stepped back and allowed her space the whole time he wasn't cleared. He'd long ago decided that once the Doctor signed his paperwork, he'd get her to clarify things.
"We made it through everything having to do with your blood clot and it brought us closer." She blinked to clear her vision. "Your heart attack came out of nowhere and it threw me, that's all." He didn't look like he was satisfied yet. "You were in so much pain and I couldn't do anything to help you." Sighing, "I couldn't make it hurt less." She moved further away and let her hands fidget as she contemplated her next words.
"You can't control everything, Sharon, much as you'd like to," he said softly but with a smile.
"I had -."
"Finish it," he prodded.
"I had faced my fears once, Andy, and I didn't think I'd have to do that again so soon."
"I'm sorry I keep scaring you," he murmured. He looked contrite, as if he'd done something wrong which only made her feel guilty.
"I thought I might -," she paused for a deep breath, "I didn't want to lose you," she finally admitted.
He moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her, his hand eventually making its way into her hair. "You might've been more afraid to admit that than you were of the heart attack itself."
"I'm not needy, Andy, I can -," she began but he interrupted her.
"You can take care of yourself. You don't need me in your life," he squeezed her tight, "but you want me in it or we wouldn't be living together." Feeling her nodding her head, he softly chuckled. "I know you're strong and independent. I'm not looking to change that because I love you just the way you are. Not wanting me to die on you isn't being needy." He moved back to look at her. "It's called love, Sharon. I'm not afraid to admit I don't want to lose you so you shouldn't be." After thinking a few seconds, he asked, "Do you think I'm needy because I don't want to lose you? My life was fine before us, but it's better now."
Quickly wiping a stray tear, she responded, "No, I don't think that, Andy."
"You're not either, so stop," he murmured hoarsely. "I'm selfish, Sharon, I want you to worry about me. I want you to miss me if I die before you, which, let's be honest here, seems like a strong possibility." He ran his hands over his face and up through his hair. "The main point of all of this is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"I want that too," she rasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm just used to staying strong and taking care of my loved ones."
"I know but that doesn't mean you have to hide what you're feeling. It doesn't mean you can't cry. I'm not saying have a breakdown in the middle of the Murder Room, which you never would," he smirked, "that's more the Chief's thing anyway. What I am saying is that here with me, you're safe."
"I know I am," she said, barely above a whisper. Moving back a little, she kissed his temple, along his jaw and finally placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I want us to spend the rest of our lives together." Covering his mouth with hers, she wasted no time seeking and gaining entrance for her tongue. "My hesitation during your recovery wasn't about not wanting to be close with you."
"I know but I want you to tell me," he encouraged softly.
"I was afraid that I'd make things worse. I thought if you got," she hesitated, "excited before you were cleared, it might affect your heart. The day that it happened, I went into the Chapel to pray. I asked God to give me more time with you and He did. I wasn't about to do anything to interfere with your healing."
"I wasn't doing anything my doctor didn't say was okay. Look, Sharon, he said a lot of couples get scared and they kind of put that part away completely during recovery but then they sometimes get so caught up being scared that it becomes a problem once they're cleared. I didn't want that for us."
"It's a good thing you're persistent." She gave him a warm, genuine smile and the only shine in her eyes was from relief. Holding her fears in to give her usual appearance of strength took more energy than she had realized and for the first time in a long time, she felt herself completely relax.
"It's a good thing I am," he teased before kissing her gently. "I'll make us new tea," he offered.
Once the hot beverages were prepared, Andy brought them in to the living room. Noticing Sharon leaning on her hand against the back of the couch, with one leg folded under her while the other foot touched the floor, he wiggled his eyebrows at her. She was still laughing as he sat down next to her.
"You could hurt my feelings laughing like that when I'm putting the moves on you," he teased.
"I've seen your moves and that isn't one of them," she countered with a giggle.
Leaning towards her, he caressed her cheek before brushing his lips against hers. "I really have moves?" he asked, trying to sound serious.
"Yes, you do," she answered, barely suppressing another giggle.
He kissed her deeply and ran his hand along her thigh, slipped it under her blouse and gently swiped his thumb over her nipple. "Do you remember when we were waiting but you were ready for us to touch each other?"
She hummed, recalling that first time they reached that stage in their relationship. "We lost track of time."
"We almost got caught by Rusty," he laughed. "It's a good thing he's staying with Gus tonight."
"Hmm, yes it is," she agreed, moving closer to him, "especially since you have so many plans," she teased before kissing him.
"I don't care if it takes all night," he kissed along her neck, "we are going to make love because we love each other," he sucked on her ear lobe, "we missed each other," he sucked on her pulse point until she moaned, "we want each other," he lightly kissed her lips, "I'm cleared," he pulled her to him in a hug, "and this didn't break us."
"Nothing will break us," she reassured him with a kiss to his cheek as she moved back to look at him. "We're strong, separately and together, and nothing will interfere with that."
"When I asked you out, I only had high blood pressure and I take my medication. You didn't sign -," he sighed when she interrupted.
"When I fell in love with you, I signed up for everything. Do you hear me? It takes a lot for me to stop loving someone." Her face flushed and he knew the reason.
"I'm a lucky guy," he said before kissing her.
"I wasn't the only one keeping something important to myself." She was looking at him again. "You were afraid of losing me too."
"Yeah, I was," he admitted quietly. "I didn't want to be a burden and twice now you've had to take care of me."
"I did it because I love you," she quickly explained. "You're not a burden to me, Andy. You have never been and will never be a burden to me." She gently kissed his lips and was surprised when he didn't deepen it. "My continued hesitation is only because I'm worried you'll have another heart attack." This time when she kissed him, he responded passionately. By the time they moved apart, they were both flush with desire; their bodies wanting pleasure, release and that intimate connection no longer forbidden.
"We'll take this as slow as we both need to go," he promised before kissing her again. His hands slid up her thighs then back down several times before he let his fingers dance along her sides and barely brush her breasts.
Their kiss was slow yet deep and made the embers inside both of them burst into a full-fledged fire. Stopping briefly, she husked, "I want you to touch me," reminiscent of that night she first told him she was ready to move their relationship to the next step.
As their tongues swirled slowly around each other's, his hands covered her breasts, kneading them, pinching her erect nipples, and when she moaned he began unbuttoning her blouse. He moved away from her lips to kiss, lick and nip down her neck. Quickly untucking his shirt, she unbuttoned and removed it causing him to reclaim her mouth with heated passion. Instinctively he reached behind her to unclasp her bra but stopped himself; the idea was for them to take it slow.
She felt his hesitation but decided to wait it out. As he bent his head down and began placing butterfly kisses on the exposed parts of her breasts, she realized why he changed direction. When she leaned back a little, he placed soft kisses on her nipples through the lace of her bra. Her moan encouraged him to begin lightly licking circles through the material. Moving the bra up, he held her breasts close together, mouthed one after the other, slowly back and forth until her hands were on his head, keeping him in place. Finally, he pulled her bra back down and she captured his lips in a passionate kiss that had him removing her blouse and lying them down.
Her hands went under his tee shirt and gently scratched down his back eliciting a low groan. Moving them sideways, his hand went to her core and began manipulating her nub quickly. Lost in the kiss and the fire that spread throughout, she fell over the cliff quickly.
When he realized her hand was resting on his member, he hoarsely whispered, "I want you to touch me," echoing her earlier statement.
Hesitantly at first, she slowly moved her fingers along him. Stopping to look at him, she whispered, "You're cleared," as if to remind herself. As if that was all she needed, her hand gripped his member and began massaging it. His loud groan told her to stop. They had plans to last longer than that.
Sitting up, he pulled her to straddle him and they resumed kissing, only moving apart briefly for her to remove his undershirt. Wanting fewer barriers, he decided to remove her bra as she moved her core along his member, reminding both of that day they made love for the first time.
"Oh, God, Sharon," slipped out making her stop moving while she checked on him. "I think we need less clothes and maybe our bed," he explained. Agreeing, she got up but he had thought of something else already. Joining her, he kissed her slowly but quickly opened her slacks and pushed them down. "I want to taste you," he whispered. "You wouldn't let me," he reminded her.
Sitting her back down on the couch, he opened his own trousers and knelt before her knowing she'd immediately place her legs over his shoulders. Once she had, his tongue flicked her nub then circled it before he sucked on it. Missing what she felt like, he slipped two fingers inside and began pumping in time with the movement of his tongue. "You're so wet for me," he rasped just before he increased his speed. She breathed out his name as she felt the waves crashing against the shore once again. Normally, he'd stop and move away but it had been too long since he'd enjoyed being with her so he continued his ministrations, stopping only to inform her, "I want to really hear you tonight, Sharon." Highly sensitive, she came again quickly, moaning out his name louder.
When he stood up, she pulled on his trousers and boxers, swiftly freeing his member enough for her to lick from base to head before taking all of him in. She had missed him but she was also still hesitant about making love right away. Her moans caused him to twitch in her mouth, encouraging her to continue. Applying just the right amount of suction, she moved along him, sucking and releasing repeatedly until she felt his hands on her head. Shaking it no, she continued until he growled out her name as he emptied into her mouth.
After taking the rest of his clothes off, he kissed her, took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Cleaned up, they were back in the bedroom, putting on robes before he spoke up. "We have to wait now," he said softly, hand trailing up and down her arm while his other rested on her back, holding her close to him.
"I know, Andy, but that's okay," she reassured him with a kiss. "As you said, we have all night. We're off this weekend so we can sleep in."
"You wanted to see what would happen to me, if anything," he stated matter-of-factly.
"I wanted to be sure you'd be all right," she acknowledged. "We can eat dinner and drink new tea since we forgot about it again." Her fingers caressed his face. "You promised a lot of making out tonight."
He pulled her closer. "Hmm, I did, didn't I?"
"I fully intend to take you up on that," she smirked.
"That's why we only have robes on," he said as he caressed her breast through the material.
"You catch on quickly," she teased.
After another deep kiss, they went out to the kitchen to order their food.
There was time to snuggle and share soft kisses while waiting for the food to arrive. During dinner, they had regular conversation about how her latest case was closed, how good it would be for him to be back at work, and how much better he felt knowing he was cleared to go back.
True to her word, Sharon made tea after they'd cleaned up the remnants of dinner and they sat on the balcony to drink it and talk more about his health, the effects it had on each of them, and how it might affect their plans moving forward. The condo was home to all of them, despite seeming crowded at times and despite Andy's belongings remaining in storage. The conversation about whether to keep looking for a larger home, they decided, would keep till he'd been cleared for full-duty.
She'd read while he was catching part of the game. His team was losing badly so he turned the television off after half an hour. He'd ignored her laughing at his rants while he was watching but now that he'd given up, he turned his full attention to her. "Mark your page," he quietly ordered.
"I'm reading," she argued, voice just as quiet, trying not to laugh.
"You haven't gotten very far," he noticed. "You were too busy laughing at my pain."
"You're amusing when they're losing that badly," she chuckled, placing the bookmark to hold her spot and closing it.
"You like them too," he reminded her.
"I don't get riled up like you do though," she said, barely suppressing the laugh she could feel building up.
"I can think of other ways to get me worked up," he suggested with a smirk.
"I said riled up not worked up," she corrected with a smirk of her own as she turned towards him, her robe showing more of her breast than she realized.
"I'm getting worked up just looking at you," he gave her that lopsided grin she loved as his eyes remained on what her robe was exposing.
Moving closer, she kissed him deeply. "I love you," she rasped, her eyes misting up as she once again thought of how close she came to losing him. Again.
"I love you," he said against her lips, "and I missed you." Their next kiss heated up quickly. Enough time had passed for him to respond to her being naked under the robe, to her opening herself up more to him emotionally, and to her hand moving slowly along his body. "God, I want you, Sharon," he practically growled, "but in our bed."
Once Sharon had closed the door to their bedroom, Andy dropped his robe onto the floor. She repeated his action and watched his eyes darken immediately. Walking passed him, though his hand was reaching out to her, she smirked and pulled the linens down. He quickly made his way to the bed and was lying down before she was.
"Someone's eager," she said coyly.
"We're still taking this slow but I missed you. I know why you wouldn't let me make you feel good this whole time, but I wanted to show you it's not all about me."
"You showed me that by waiting so long for me, Andy, and I will always wait for you." Her hand went from caressing his face down to resting over his heart. "We are going to spend the rest of our lives together and we'll get through whatever life throws at us."
"Yeah, we will," he agreed before kissing her. Knowing they wouldn't be stopping, their hands trailed everywhere, they kissed all over each other's bodies, and whispered words of love and promises for their future together.
When she'd gotten to the point of just needing release before they made love, she straddled his face, hands on the headboard, and head leaned back in anticipation. She bucked as soon as his tongue flicked her nub so he held onto her hips, keeping her in place. As he worked his magic, she tried to move around more but he held onto her. During her climax, she realized he'd enhanced the explosion and though she tried to be quiet, she loudly moaned out his name, bringing a smile to his face as he lapped up her sweet nectar.
Once she was lying next to him, she pulled him into a deep kiss and he rolled on top of her. Without hesitation, he entered her and slowly began moving knowing she'd match his rhythm.
He couldn't help but repeat, "I missed you, Sharon. I missed being a part of you."
Tightening her legs around him, "I missed you too. I want you to promise me something, Andy. If anything hurts or doesn't feel right, you'll stop."
He could see the concern in her eyes so, as much as he didn't plan on stopping, he promised her he would. "I don't think we'll have to though," he assured her. "I feel fine, terrific in fact." With that he picked up the pace as he kissed her.
"Oh, God, Andy," moaned loudly told him she was coming again so he let himself go over the edge with her.
After snuggling briefly, they made their way to the bathroom. Back in bed, he wrapped his arms around her as she lay with her head on his chest, listening to the regular beat of his heart.
"In spite of everything we carry with us, I'm glad we didn't find each other before," she whispered, glad he couldn't see her eyes had taken on a slight sheen.
"I am too," he agreed, kissing the top of her head, "and just so you know, I'm fine."
"Yes, you are," she smiled, picking her head to look at him, "and so are we. We didn't break, Andy."
"I was pretty sure we wouldn't," he said, reaching out to caress her face.
"I knew we'd be all right," she smiled and gently kissed him. As she laid her head back on his chest, he heard the relief flood her voice as she said barely above a whisper, "You're cleared."
[The End]
A/N2: Thanks for hanging in there till the end!
