I must apologise for the delay in posting this chapter. Thank you to all the readers for your patience. I will try to be quicker with the next update. Again, I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to leave any comments you may have.
This evening they had opted for a more private night in with just the two of them cozying up on the couch in Sharon's living room. They decided to stick on a movie for which Andy had made a giant bowl of salty popcorn that was filled to the rim, not planning to move for the next couple of hours, if they could help it. They had eventually picked to put the movie Sneakers on, or rather Sharon had persuaded Andy that this was what they needed to watch. "I just have this thing for Robert Redford. I mean it's Robert Redford, hunny" emphasising his name as she continued. "And I'm only human, Andy," she blushed. How was that even possible she wondered, getting flushed over someone that wasn't even there in the room? She could only imagine what she would be like if she ever saw the actor face to face, forgetting how to speak most likely. "Oh, I'm sure that there will be someone in it for you," she lightly teased. "Just appease me, please?" batting her eyelids in a not too subtle fashion, knowing how to break him with cuteness.
Giving in to the obvious attempts at winning him over, he sighed. "Go on then." He never really could resist that face. "However, next time I get to choose the movie, okay?"
"I can live with that. Deal," sinking back into the couch satisfied that she got her way as she proceeds to get comfier placing her head on Andy's shoulder while snuggling into his side.
Around half-way through into the movie Andy began to snigger quietly, earning him a confused glance from Sharon in response. "What's so funny?" she inquired.
"Oh, nothing. It doesn't matter really." Andy secretly knew that this would irritate her as she hated not being aware of what was going on, she liked to be informed whatever the circumstance. He would just need to wait a little and she would push him for an answer, it would be quite funny actually.
"Okay..." Sliding further down his side, wrapping her arms around his middle as she turned back to face the T.V.
Finding it hard to restrain himself, Andy let out another faint snigger which seemed to do the job perfectly.
Twisting her head up again, "Really, what is so amusing? I think you should share it now!"
Andy smiles smugly, almost proud at getting her to crack so soon. "Well seeing how you want to know so badly..." pausing for extra dramatics. "I just can't stop thinking how you dance exactly like that."
"Excuse me? Like what?" she asked. He really was baffling her. This wasn't the first time either, to be honest.
"You're Liz. You dance identically," starting to laugh. "You must see it, Sweetheart."
"When have I ever danced like that?" she challenged. "I fail to see any resemblance," she protested. "I think you'll find that I happen to dance with grace and elegance. Where do you think Emily get's her dancing ability from?"
"Ha! Do I need to remind you of that time I caught you dancing to Prince in your kitchen? Do we?"
She closed her eyes at the thought. He really wasn't going to stop remembering that moment, she could tell. "That was different, I had been drinking and it was Erotic City, Andy," as she tried to possibly defend her actions. "It's one of my songs. And I didn't know you were standing watching me from behind, did I?!"
"Okay okay. I'll stop. I just like to tease you but I do have to admit that you looked awfully good dancing like that and I loved watching. You were free, no inhibitions, just letting your hair down. I like seeing that," looking down at her as she was now smiling. "I've got say that you do look very similar though."
"Do you really think so?" questioning the notion because she hadn't even considered it.
"Yeah, I think. She has your looks, the auburn hair, and the green piercing eyes. Very familiar." He went to tilt her chin up as he studied her eyes. They were something else. Just beautiful, he thought.
"So there was someone for you to enjoy after all. I'm allowed to have a crush on Redford then," telling him cheekily. "That's the rules," she giggled.
"Hey, little Miss Rulebook, I don't need to look at her when I can admire the woman right beside me. There is no competition." Bending down slowly just skimming her ear with his mouth, "I'd rather dance with you anytime." The volume of his voice just above a whisper.
"Such a charmer but you already knew that," poking him in his stomach.
"Yep. So how about we do some making out and I'll show you how nobody can even compare to this auburn goddess." He really believed she was truly special. To him Jack was a fool to not treat her like one and an even bigger one for letting her slip away. In a way he was definitely glad that her ex had been an idiot, so he himself could appreciate the beauty that she was, her flaws and all. If he knew anything, it was that he was going to try his hardest not to mess things up.
Bursting out into one of her short snorting fits, she raised her fingers to Andy's lips. This man had a way with words that was for sure. "You're something," gradually moving her fingers so they were gently grazing his neck in a playful pattern, something that she had come to learn that he reacted well to.
"Hmmmmm." That was his only vocal response as he pulls her hand closer back to his mouth giving it a soft kiss before laying it flatly against his chest, almost in perfect alignment with his heart.
A moment later Sharon is taking the lead from this as gradually her head is moving forward so that she is directly facing him, while her hand now rests on the back of his neck. Pulling his head down further, she kisses him ever so lightly as she maneuvers her body up, positioning herself over him. The kiss suddenly starts to deepen as Sharon takes more control, knowing that Andy was less likely to do so, because up until this point in their relationship they had been taking things slow, mainly for her benefit. There was no denying that she was grateful for his consideration, he didn't want to push her into anything that she wasn't completely ready for but she was swiftly becoming more certain about her feelings towards him. With Sharon now guiding the pace however, Andy's hands had now taken on an adventure down her body as he began to explore and stroke the exposed flesh of her legs.
While they continued to be busy in their current situation, they were oblivious to the key that was turning in the front door of Sharon's apartment. "Come on, guys! My eyes." The voice soon captured their attention.
The couple shot up straight away within seconds as Sharon tried to hastily sort her skirt that had ridden up during the interrupted encounter. She didn't know what to say. There was no way of explaining this. They just stared back at the young man with guilty expressions on their faces, which could only be described as being similar to two naughty teenagers getting caught out by their parents.
"You should have a sign up somewhere or something. I mean, Sharon, seriously? We discussed this, I need a warning of some kind. Like, 'Oh, don't come over the boyfriend is here and we may or not be doing stuff'. You know that kind of thing," he let out a deep sigh. Grown-ups he thought, who can live with them?
"Sorry, Rusty, you were out and I wasn't sure when you would be back. You usually message." She genuinely was sorry for him to have discovered them this way, she would have preferred to have avoided that.
Cutting Sharon off, "What? I did message you, thirty minutes ago, Sharon."
Sharon and Andy shared a confused look. "No, I didn't get a text. I think I would recall if my phone had went off, Rusty." Sharon reached for her cell that was sitting on the coffee table. Looking at the screen she soon realised there was indeed a new message from her son. It read, 'Finished earlier than expected, on my way home so I expect no funny business.'
Sharon turned the phone to show Andy, both realising that they must have gotten so carried away in the moment that they didn't even hear her phone or the door. Andy looked at Rusty with a slight smirk appearing, "we're sorry kid, we are but hey it's not like you captured us doing other stuff," he finished there as he could feel Sharon's glare.
"Oh god, I don't even want to know. Please, no," Rusty throwing his hands up in the air a little more dramatically than required. "I don't need the images, it's enough that I walked in on whatever was happening here," he pointed at them both.
"Oh, Rusty. I think you mean kissing. You see when you're in a relationship and you start to have feelings..."
"Stop, just stop. I get it, I do. I just don't need to see or hear it." He really didn't need to be having this talk, it was awkward to say the least. "Well I'm going to head to bed, I've got an early start tomorrow. Goodnight, Sharon. Andy." He was progressively getting used to not calling him Lieutenant. He was trying where their relationship was concerned but there was only so much he could handle.
"Night, hunny. I promise we'll try our best not to scar you for life," she teased.
Rusty shivered as he walked down the hallway trying not to think about his mother and Flynn having sleepovers.
With Rusty now out of the room, Andy nudged Sharon. "I can't believe you would do that to your boy, teasing him like that. You're wicked, Captain."
"Some do say that," she smiled knowingly, with a certain sense of pride and accomplishment. "He should know by now that I can play right back. I wasn't going to let him leave without him sharing in the feeling of embarrassment. It's what mothers do best," she chuckled. It wasn't the first time she had to deal with an embarrassed teenager, he would get over it.
"You're a woman with many talents, Sharon Raydor. If only I had known this earlier." Placing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest, he thought about all of the other talents he was yet to find out about, that were just secretly waiting to be revealed.