Her heels clicked heavily on the tiled surface, her strides fast, her fitted dress preventing long strides. Reaching the sanctity of her office, she made a b-line for her chair, plonking herself down in the black leather, her arms falling to her side, a loud sigh escaping her lips. Yes today was going to be harder then expected.
Her head resting against the back of her chair as her gaze met with the morning sunlight, rocking gently back and forth allowing her thoughts to gather for the morning ahead. Footsteps approached her office, a pause before they continued in, a figure standing in the door way.
"We need to talk" his voice strong, resilient with flickers of anger, his figure moving as he spoke, until he stood in front of her.
She wouldn't let him tower over her, pushing herself from her seat she stood in front of him, inches from his face, she could smell his cologne, the heat of his breath, she wasn't going to give up her place.
"Lieutenant, get out of my office" her voice strong, without a quiver or any sound of doubt.
He didn't move, she could still see him standing there, his eyes dark, his face stern. Maybe he hadn't been listening?
"Lieutenant, once again, get OUT of my office" she needed to accentuate just what she wanted.
His tone came across cold, his voice barely a whisper, "no"
She placed her foot a pace back attempting to create some distance. Was he short on understanding authority? As she began to shift her weigh his hand had shot out to grab onto her wrist.
"We need to talk…" was all he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
Looking down to her wrist and back up to his eyes, she once again affirmed her stance,
"Lieutenant, let go of my wrist and GET OUT of my office" and with that she pulled back her wrist, snapping it back from his.
And yet he still continued to stand there, his arm darting around her waist pulling her closer into a deep embrace, his arms holding her close to him, their lips locked.
For a second she didn't fight it, it felt good to be with him again, her hands coming to push him off her, her eyes unreadable.
"This is highly inappropriate, your actions are immeasurable, if you don't leave now, I will have a charge filled on you and have you removed from MY team"
Once again he didn't move, his voice continuing to be stern, "Damn it Sharon! I don't care, have another FID file opened on me, have me removed from Major Crimes, but I won't leave until you let me explain…. …..Please!"
Had he not added that to the end of his sentence she would have had him removed, but something pleading in his voice affected her. If it wasn't his voice it may well have been the kiss. She didn't want to back down, but at the same time she wanted to hear him out, resolve it in her mind.
"Make it quick" a sting in her voice obviously hitting a nerve as his eyes averted to the floor and back to her.
":Last night, it wasn't what it looked like… " his eyes coming to focus on her fingers which had absent mindedly started drumming against the desk
"Really? Because to me it looked like you had a young, half naked woman in your house…"
His hand coming to rest on hers to silent the constant sound…
"That woman is Beccy, she is my daughter's girlfriend, they came down yesterday for the big game… "
Her hand ripping out from under his, "What makes you think she wouldn't be interested in you?" she needed to find a reason for her overreacting. She hadn't let him explain.
"Sharon, her girlfriend..." a slight chuckle leaving his throat… "Though I am flattered…"
She was unsure how he could find this funny?
"You know what it looked like…" her tone still somewhat defensive.
"You need to trust me Shar…"
"Like dumping your girlfriend after we got together?" her body continuing to move around the other side of her desk, distancing herself from him, her voice laced with an almost sincere sarcasm.
"That was a mistake, I have admitted that over and over to you. I should have told you. But I would NEVER cheat on you Shar" his body once again moving towards hers
"So you would give up women half your age with young skin and perky breasts who trapse around the beach in nothing more then a piece of cloth" a smile slightly gracing her lips for the first time in the last 32 hours.
"Without a doubt yes … have you looked in the mirror lately? Those legs" … his hand coming around her waist to rest of her upper thigh…"that waist" his other hand coming to rest against the material of her dress… "those breasts ….that neck" his lips connecting to the nape of her neck causing her to gasp for air.
"I'm sorry Andy …. Andy" her voice barely audible above a whisper
"Are we okay?" his breath hot against her neck
"Yes…. " her body turning to face him …"but not here"
"You know what they say is the best thing about fighting?" a coy smile coming across his lips, a wink to his eye.
"My place, 7pm?" a smile returning to her lips, the flush to her cheeks beginning to disappear
"You're on.." leaving her with nothing but a wink, her skin feeling cold as his touch left her.
