To answer a comment. The recliner is kind the funny center of this fanfiction, it gives me good material to work on to make this a romance yeah but still comedy one. Not saying anything for the future chapters, but to simply restyle it would lose much of the fun around it.
Thanks everyone for the lovely reviews.
It was a little bit after 8 pm when Andy arrived at the condo, with his bag on his shoulder it felt like he didn't stop in a whole week for nights and days. He was tired and all he could think about doing was to have a shower, sit down on his recliner and watch some tv. This at least is what the old Andy would have done, but now he was a new Andy, on a new chapter of his life and some things had to change. Now he was coming home to someone and to something.
As soon as he put the keys in the door, he heard a click from the other side and the door opened with Rusty and Gus with a pale look. They didn't say much but overcrossed him and disappeared in the elevator. "Bye kids," he shrugged and entered the door. As soon as he had closed it behind him, he looked around searching for Sharon.
"Sharon? Honey, I'm home," he checked in the first room seeing the table had been moved and his boxes were still standing behind the couch. "Sharon? Where are you hiding?"
From the bathroom he heard some noise. Opening the door he saw Sharon standing in front of the medicines box and trying to clean the blood from her hand. "What the hell? Sharon what did you do?" He ran inside, leaving behind his jacket which fell on the floor. "How did it happen?"
He took some cotton wool to disinfect the wound. It was not so deep but extended all over her palm. "I was trying to make dinner for us and used your tools, that damn knife is sharp," because of his passion for cooking, Andy and Sharon had agreed that he would do most of it and his tools and his books would have taken the space in this kitchen, they were better and more useful. This time Sharon wanted to surprise him, Rusty had decided to spend the night at Gus, to give them some privacy for the very first night in the new living-together arrangement. "I wanted to make a dinner for us," she retrieved her hand from his touch. He wasn't being rough, but per insinct she was protective towards her wounds; she never had someone taking care of them for her, it was just her to take care of herself in her life since college.
"Stop moving, I'm trying to clean it and cover with a bandage," he took her hand trying to block her from moving it away again. "We could have just ordered something," he said going on cleaning her wound the best he could.
"I wanted to make something special," she looked down to the floor. Blood didn't make her nervous on crime scenes, but seeing it from her own body always made her uncomfortable.
After a few minutes of silence, Andy had finished to bandage her hand. "Hey! That is very sweet, honey." With his finger he lifted up her chin and kissed her on the lips, shortly and sweet, just a soft caress of them. "So…" they parted for a moment, "at which point of the cooking did this happen?" He pointed to her wounded hand.
"Sadly at the very beginning, I'm afraid we will have to order out as you said!" Sharon started to clean the mess she made in the bathroom looking for stuff to heal her wound.
"Okay, now will you please go to the couch and sit down? I'll finish here and we order some pizza," Andy watched at her upset face, "Hey! All I want is to be with you. It doesn't matter what we eat or sitting where we do, by the end of the day I'll fall asleep with you in my arms and tomorrow I will wake up next to you, that's all that matters to me!"
"Oh Andy," he was expecting a deep kiss on his lips but she surprised him with a loud smooch on the cheek and moved out of the bathroom. "I will sit on the couch and order some pizza, I suppose you would like to take a shower!"
Andy sighed quietly at the thought of Sharon leaving but she was right, he needed a shower. He felt tired, tense and most of all filthy for all the dust and the sweating from packing and moving the boxes here and there to make space for more. He just had to admit to himself he was no longer in his 20's, and a small thought terrified him when he realized soon he would have to do that all over again when finally he and Sharon would have found the right house to move in with the kid.
It took him 30 minutes to get out of there, and Sharon had once knocked at the door to check he was doing all fine. He had been using that time to reflect and relax at the same time. He went back to what he just said to Sharon, and he actually couldn't believe he did. At the beginning of this relationship he had promised himself not to be too cheesy and at same time not to push the line too much with romanticism and sweet sentences; he certainly didn't want Sharon to get scared and break up with him. But he had just literally told her "I cannot think of living without you by my side," and what about her reaction? She had been moved but just kissed him on the cheek. Maybe it meant she thought it was sweet but not the right moment? Or maybe she didn't like that kind of affection?
Andy's thoughts were going crazy focusing on all the bad, that he barely heard Sharon knocking at the door to check on him. "Andy are you okay? You have been in there a while,"
"Yes, all fine. I got lost in time relaxing a little. I'm out right now, gimme five minutes!" he replied quickly as he turned off the water. Just as he was walking down the passage the door bell rang. He was right there so he went to open it to find the delivery guy with their pizzas. He had been so absorbed he didn't even hear the entryphone.
After paying the guy he turned to the living room, "I hope you got the vegetarian with extra sweet pepper for me because…." Andy remained speechless. In front of him was standing Sharon in a red cocktail dress, with her hair tied on the sides and her curls falling gently on the shoulders. The first thing he noticed was the pendant on her neck, a silver heart jewel that he had bought for her the first time they celebrated her birthday since she joined the Major Crimes division.
"I thought you weren't coming out anymore. Although it gave me enough time to do all this," she motioned her hands pointing to herself.
Andy still wasn't talking.
"You will have to say something, this silence is embarassing!" Sharon continued watching him in the eyes.
"I…" Andy tried to let out some words "We better eat or they'll get cold!" his best answer to her was about the food. All that thinking had given him more anxiety than anything. "I mean, you look beautiful!" putting on the table the boxes he turned to move her chair and kissed her on the cheek.
Just as he turned to his seat he noticed the room.
The table had previously been moved, and he had noticed this, but there were no candles or flowers on it. Sharon had set up for a very romantic dinner, covering just a small part of the big table for the two of them and putting two candles and a vase with flowers, between their plates.
"I told you I had planned big tonight, if it wasn't for…" she waved her hand with bandages.
"Well at least red and white fit good, think if we had blue bandages. Too much color on you," he tried as a way out of the embarassment of before. And it seemed to work because Sharon was laughing.
They started to eat and it had released some tension. Seeing Sharon trying to bite her slices without getting dirty was quite entertaining for Andy.
"The kids left pretty quickly before," he said biting another slice of his vegetarian.
"Umm," Sharon swallowed her bite and stood up. "Speaking of which," she grabbed something from the drawer of her desk "I got you something," and handed him a wrapped small package.
Andy examined it and looked at Sharon suspicious, "A gift? Hell had I have known, I have nothing for you, honey,"
"You don't have to get me something everytime you come here. You are going to come back here quite often, are you that rich and didn't tell me anything about it?" This time it was Sharon to make a joke and ease the tension, "Open it!"
"Alright," Andy started to unwrap it. It was a book, "Living Together," he started reading the title and anxiety came back again. He went on reading, "10 ways to share a house with your son? Sharon!" He looked at her bored, "Really? A book to learn to live with Rusty?"
"Read the title of the first chapter," she teased him smiling.
"Do not…"
"Louder," she was having fun teasing him.
"Do not call him kid," he closed the book and looked behind at the author information. "Are you sure you didn't write this?"
Sharon burst into a laugh, "I was at the book store the other day to get something for your grandsons' birthday and I found it. I read that chapter title and I thought it was perfect for you. The author is a well respected psychologist," Andy's face was still bored looking at her. "He is an expert!" She finished her sentence satisfied. Sharon hadn't expected Andy to have any other reaction but that one, and she would have made sure he read all of the 10 chapters.
Living together was going to be hard. From changing her own habits to influencing also those of Rusty. One evening they had sat down in the living room and Rusty had read her a list of things he had preferred not to see, that went from smooching and various effusions of love, to never have to see Andy without his clothes or hear anything that any child shouldn't hear from his parents. It had been a very awkward yet funny moment to Sharon, as it had reminded her of Ricky many years before, after Jack had left and Sharon was dating an insurer.
"So, what do you say to moving things to the bedroom?" Andy would have never thought that Sharon Raydor could be so direct.
"Shouldn't we wait two hours after eating?" He replied.
Sharon knew he was joking, but was annoyed by him ruining the moment constantly, "That is if you have to swim, silly!" She grabbed his hand to lead him to the bedroom.
"Wait, wait, wait. The k…" he paused, "Rusty is not sleeping here tonight?" he stopped her and his look seemed amused now.
"No, he is staying at Gus, why?" Sharon instead was confused.
"Let's get wild on the sofa, I always dreamed of it!" He quickly moved on the sofa bringing Sharon with him, but she wasn't as amused as him.
"Andrew Flynn, I refuse to make love on the sofa," she folded her arms.
"And… on the recliner?"
"I am not like any of the cheap women you used to date before me! And also I'm never going to sit on that thing," first he thought she was joking, but now he was sure she was damn serious about it.
"Okay, okay. Bedroom, but smile for me okay?" He jumped standing and kissed her lips softly.
Only when they arrived to the bedroom he understood that Sharon's intentions had primarly being to show him how she made the room for them, and then to possibly make love to him. "Wow!" He said.
The first thing he noticed was the bed sheets. Sharon had removed the florar pink ones changing to a more anonymous but masculine pattern of striped in grey and blue. In front of their bed was standing his old living room television on the chiffonier. "Here I thought we could put all your underwears and socks, the daily things." She showed him the first drawer, "here are all your shirts," in the second drawer. Everything was perfectly arranged in order, without a fold and divided by a separator. She could be too exaggerated in organizing things sometimes, but Andy loved how much effort she put in it.
"Here there's a whole space in the wardrobe for you, your suits and other trousers," she was showing him like a presentation from a professional seller, "and oh here there's another drawer if you want to use it for sweaters or anything else you would like." She smiled at him and he could not avoid thinking of how in love he was with her minute by minute and always more. He thought how much all of this had to drive Rusty crazy, to follow Sharon here and there and organize everything. He wasn't a messy boy, but he had his particular way that he called order.
Sharon had left the best part to last. They were now standing at the end of the bed, with their back to the television and watching the nightstands. "And this is the last part, this is your side," he vaguely heard a sad tone in her voice. Andy knew that both of them had been sleeping on the same side for decades, but they couldn't both sleep on it now that they were sharing a bed, and he also knew that it had costed Sharon more than she had admitted to be the one to submit.
Andy put a hand behind her back, and stroking it up and down he leaned to kiss her. "What is this for?" She asked.
"Nothing, because I love you." He kissed her again, "and because you gave me your side!"
"It's your side now," this time it was Sharon to kiss him and when they parted she pointed to something on the nightstand. Andy went closer, it was a picture, he had imagined of the two of them but instead Sharon surprised him.
"It was in one of the boxes that Amy had left here, and I remember I had seen it on the desk in your bedroom, I think it belongs here." That picture was one of Andy's highest moment of pride. He was with his little princess, all dressed up in her tutu after her first show in school. Nicole was 6 and Andy had never seemed more happy to Sharon than in that picture with his girl on the right and holding his 4 years old boy on the left.
Without any words or more thinking, Andy immediately went to Sharon and taking her face in his hands he kissed her deeply, for quite a long moment and only separated from her to get rid of his shirt, to reunite with her kiss immediately after. He was worn out, tired and his bones had ached the whole time since he had finally unloaded the last box in storage, but nonetheless they made love, intensively and with passion. At the touch of his hands, Sharon's skin started to have goosebumps and her breathing intensified with every thrust he gave, it went faster and then slower and faster again, to the climax of their excitement.
They laid down like this, both satisfied and in each other's arms. Andy couldn't avoid but thinking that somehow Sharon had managed to be in what she had just called his spot, but it didn't really matter in that moment. Eventually, his heart had silenced his scared mind and wiped away all his previous worries. He was going to fall asleep with her in his arms, and tomorrow she would have still been there by his side.
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