Hank stood under the stream of hot water hitting him from the shower head, his eyes closed. A smile formed on his face as he heard the door open and her light footsteps come in. She didn't leave. The glass door popped softly as she entered the shower, a small groan escaped his lips as her naked body touched his back and her hands traced over his abs. Her face resting against his wet skin, as the steamed enveloped them into serenity. "I'm happy you stayed." She placed a kiss next to his shoulder blade, and hummed in response. He turned around to face her, the stream now hitting his back and pulled her into a tight hug.
"I was almost out the door, and I realized I shouldn't feel guilty." Sharon spoke against his chest, he hugged her tighter. "I should go home." He placed a kiss on top of her head, and pulled back to look at her.
"No, you should stay here." He switched her sides, and let her run her fingers through her hair, he admired the water running down her body. He fought the urge to place his hands on her hips and pull her into him, then fighting harder to keep his mouth off of her wet breast. He bit his bottom lip as he continued to stare, she sensed him and smiled.
"Maybe you should go fix the bed, I don't need your supervision." With that she turned her body away from him, and he stepped out. She stood under the stream and let the hot water soothe her into tranquilty. It had been spur of the moment to stay, she didn't want to feel guilty about Jack anymore. She had been running for years now, and in order to get past all of her guilt she wanted to stay here with Hank and see this through. Granted she had no idea how he even felt about her anymore, there was a time he fought hard against her defenses to stay in the picture. Instead she had pushed him out and kept him at a distance, only coming to him when she felt lonely.
Her mind drifted to Andy, it started out as lust with him several years ago, then slowly turned to a crush, and she was still at a crossroads with him. He was showing her patience, even though it did run its course when Jack arrived. She understood that, and she wished she would have sent Jack off. There was Rusty though, she still couldn't bear the thought of being the bad guy and sending him off, and then there were small parts of Jack that were coming back stronger then ever, those parts reminding her why she married him in the first place. That's what kept her here with Hank, she needed to get past those parts, she couldn't go back to him, she just wanted to kill those feelings.
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Jack peered at his watch again, he had tossed and turned for most of the night. Not getting comfortable on the couch. He even got up a few times and paced from the kitchen a few times, always looking in the refridgerator but never finding anything he wanted. He even flipped on the tv and raced through the channels, and nothing seemed to be interesting. He had opened his phone a few times and scrolled on her name almost hitting call, he had even typed a few words but never sending the text message.
His mind raced with her out, it was growing later and later by the minute and the minutes seemed to last an hour. A few times he made it out to her balcony and watched the night owls still on the road, he heard sirens in the distance, and wondered if they had been called on a case. His heart beat nervously with each passing second, a gut feeling told him to be worried. His wife was out there somewhere in the city, and she hadn't even bothered to call to let him know she would be home.
She spends one night out, and I'm already panicking. I spent many nights out without calling her. Guilt filled his heart and that thought weighed heavy on him, he wasn't the best husband in the world, neither was he the best father in the world, hell he wouldn't even make the top ten. Now he had a small taste of what it felt like to want her to be home, to wrap his arms around her, hold on tightly as he placed kisses all over her. To tell her how much she meant to him, that he was going to change for the better. He needed to change for her, that this time it would be right. Glancing at his watch again, and only a few minutes passed then looking at the apartment door hoping to hear her key in the door, he threw his hands up in the air out of frustration. He needed to get his mind off of her, Sharon had been taking care of herself for so long, she wasn't used to calling in. Yeah that's it...
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Sharon walked back into Hank's room, her body wrapped in a towel. "You haven't fallen asleep yet?" Hank pulled back the covers and patted the bed, she arched an eyebrow. 'I changed the sheets.' She dropped the towel, and climbed into bed he pulled her naked body close to his, placing a kiss on her lips, and his hand cupping her face, his thumb rubbing at her cheek. "My... you have gotten soft." She smirked, as she used her leg wrap to around his body and pull herself closer to him.
"You like it." Placing his lips on hers, kissing her softly smiles forming on their faces as she hummed a soft moan, kissing her longer taking her bottom lip into his mouth, her heart raced again. She hadn't felt so comfortable, and felt so much need from anyone in such a long time. The last time she felt it with Andy, that moment on the couch filling her head once more. "The stamina you have Sharon." His words hitting her mouth, as she forced her tongue into his, using her hands to wrap around his body and pulling him on top of her.
"Fuck me slow." Grabbing his hand and sliding it down her body, she spread her legs winding them around his waist. "I need you to touch me." Moaning desperately into his mouth, he took over and cupped her center, his index and ring finger spreading her lips apart as his middle finger lightly stroked her wet center curving up to circle her clit. "OH" Her legs started to shake, as she began to rock softly against his hand.
"God you are so wet." Hank spoke as he began to trail kisses down the side of her neck gently sucking below her ear lobe. Her hand snaked in between their bodies, 'I want to feel you.' her hand finding his hard member. "Fuck."
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Andy opened his eyes, it was too early in the morning for his sleep to be interrupted by a ringing phone. It was the weekend, he wasn't on call he decided to let it ring. It really was too early to bother with anything. Rolling back over and pulling his covers up over his head he started to drift off to sleep. Then someone pounding on his door, had Andy sitting up in his bed really fast. "What the hell?" The pounding intensified as Andy reached for his gun that laid on the night stand, he raced through the house checking the window to see who was at his door. "You gotta be kidding me." Andy lowered his weapon, and made for the door. "What the hell do you want?"
Jack's whole body was red with anger, "My wife!" Andy gave him a quizzical look and shook his head. "SHARON!"
"Whoa! I don't know what you are getting at, but she's not here." Jack stared him down, and Andy just stared at him. "Have you tried calling her?" Worry filled his voice as he noticed the look on Jack's face turning from anger to panic. "How long has she been gone?" Then the threatening letters entered his mind, and he raced off to his bedroom to grab his phone not even caring that Jack was hot on his trails.
His fingers were shaking as he scrolled for her number, once it started ringing he turned to face Jack. They both stood there sharing the worry, as he just realized Jack finally took a moment to actually consider his wife could be in danger. "Voice mail!" Andy tried again. "Sharon!" His worry then filled with confusion.
Hank was still half asleep, when he heard her phone go off. He slid out of bed, careful not to wake her as he pulled his arm from under her head. He didn't want her to be disturbed, he followed the sound to her pants and pulled it out of the pocket. MISSED CALL He flipped the side button so it turned to silent, and the screen lit up again. Lieutenant Flynn, he decided to go ahead and answer it. The worry was evident in his voice, "No, its not Sharon." Hank replied, and the other line was quiet. "Listen she's sleeping right now, I will tell her you called, unless I need to wake her."
"Well!?" Jack questioned Andy, and he could hear the ringing in his ears, his heart slowing down, he needed to sit down. He backed up slowly to his bed, and sat down. "Andy what's the matter with you?"
"Oh, um no." Andy couldn't find the right words to say, he looked at Jack who was oblivious to what was actually going on. "She's fine, at the office." Andy had placed the phone against his chest, so the man on the other line couldn't hear him. Jack smiled and turend to leave.
"I should have called the office, sorry for troubling you." Andy watched him walk out of his room in better spirits, not realizing Andy was on the verge of passing out. Or he had realized and decided he didn't care. Andy could hear the man on the phone asking if anyone was there, placing it back to his ear.
"Can you do me a favor?" Andy asked as he laid back on his bed, and the other guy said yes. "Delete this call will you?" Andy hung up without waiting for the other man to say yes or no, and he stared at the ceiling. Trying his best to calm himself down, thinking there could be a million reasons why she was sleeping and someone else answered her phone.
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Hank was just about to put her phone away, when another call came through. This time none other then Jackson Raydor. He almost answered it, and looked at Sharon's sleeping form knowing it would be best for her to take it. He sat down next to her, gently shaking her shoulder. mmmmm she moaned as she rolled over ignoring him. "Sharon, its Jack." Her eyes flew open, and she sat up in bed looking around the room searching for her husband. "No, he's calling."
She looked at him questioningly, and then down at the phone in his hand once her sleepy mind registered what he was meaning. Taking the phone in her hands, and leaning into Hank she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. Reassuring him that everything was okay, before she answered the call. "Hello?"
"Well, Goodmorning Shar!" His cheery voice was too much for her this early in the morning, she fell back into bed her hand reaching for Hank and pulling him down as well. He laid obediently next to her, "I'm on my way to your office, thought maybe I could pick you up a bite to eat." She rolled her eyes, of course he would think she got called out on a case.
"No, Jack that won't be neccessary." Hank turned his body towards her and put his arm under her head pulling her closer to him. His other arm draping over her stomach, his mouth touching her ear lobe.
"Really? It's no trouble at all." She could hear the disappointment in his voice, she thought maybe it was time to sit down and talk to him.
"Jack, we need to talk."
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Andy thought it best to work outside, there was a ton of things that needed to get done. Right now he was busy painting the trim around his garage door, the more he painted the more focused he got on the project. He wasn't thinking about Sharon, or her mystery lover on the phone. A small part of him felt joy for her, that she was with someone else and not with Jack in that sense. A bigger part wondered why it wasn't him, and he knew. She wouldn't just throw away her career or his career for something they were both still struggling to name.
He was so lost in thought, he didn't hear Jack's car pull up, nor the door that slammed shut. Andy was so focused on painting he didn't realize Jack was standing behind him, "Well she wasn't at work." Andy almost dropped the paint brush in surprise, turning around and facing Jack.
"I know." Andy spoke turning back to his work, Jack continued to watch him work. "Jack I rather not talk about this."
"You know, this morning when she didn't come home. I thought you had won the war, while I was raking in the benefits from the battle."
"You don't get it? Do you?" Andy dropped the paint brush and turned angrily on Jack. "She's not some damn prize at a carnival, she's not some damn reward that ANYONE can jump in to claim!" Andy got up in Jack's face, his voice getting louder. "She is a woman, she has her own damn mind to make up, and she's been through enough shit in her lifetime for you to come strolling back to lay claim on her! Whoever the lucky bastard is, he better treat her damn right. I meant what I said, I will support her in whatever she decides. EVEN if I want something more." His hands started to shake, and Jack's hands balled up into fists.
Jack smirked, "Be prepared to just be her friend, Sharon has a type and you don't fit it." Andy's whole body started to shake, and he concentrated all of his anger to his hands. Ready to attack Jack.
"She can only get better with that." He spoke through gritted teeth, and Jack smiled as he backed away. Heading for his car, not giving Andy another look. Andy watched his car travel down the road, and he turned his attention back to the trim. Bending down and picking up the brush he set back to work. His anger slowly subsiding, he had tried hard not to think about Sharon, but now it was overwhelming.
to be continued...
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