Tag to 5.08 Off the Wagon. No beta, all mistakes are mine. Just a little much needed Shandy fluff that may be borderline M.
Glancing at her watch for the umpteenth time, Sharon Raydor hurried from her car to the elevator. She couldn't believe she let the evening get away from her so quickly, of course she had spent a good chunk of time on the phone with Nicole and then Rusty before she finally left her office. Upon entering the condo, she was surprised to find the television off and the couch empty. After hanging her purse by the entry table, she moved down the hall in search of Andy but he wasn't in her bedroom either. Walking back through the living room she caught sight of him through the glass windows of the balcony. As she moved closer to the balcony door she realized with a soft smile that he was asleep. So many times she wished that she could fall asleep as easily as he could, this wasn't the first time she had found him dozing on the comfortable chaise lounge. She turned, moving back to her bedroom, intent on getting more comfortable before she joined him on the balcony.
Clad only in her pale blue panties, she stood at the bathroom vanity slowly going through her nightly beauty regime, her mind drifting back to her phone call with Nicole. It warmed her heart to see the love and concern Nicole now has for her father. The two have certainly come along way and Sharon felt blessed to be witness to their ever growing relationship. With a small smile she padded back into her bedroom, opening the middle drawer of her dresser she fingered through the lingerie there until she found the dark royal blue silk spaghetti strap nightie she had been saving for a special occasion. She turned, intent on slipping the soft silk over her head when something on the bench at the foot of her bed caught her eye. She stepped closer, lifting the dark grey cotton to her nose. Her eyes eased closed as she drew in the scent that was only Andy Flynn. The tattered, long sleeve LAPD t-shirt was one of his favorites and she had to admit she too loved the way the worn cotton felt against her fingertips. She slipped the shirt over her head, letting it's feel envelope her. Yes, this is the right choice for tonight she thought a sly tilt of her head. Carefully, she folded the dark silk and placed it back into the middle drawer.
The gentle glide of the balcony door opening rousted Andy from his peaceful slumber, as he turned toward the sound he couldn't hide the grin that instantly lit across his features. His eyes moved slowly down her magnificent body, unable to look away from where his t-shirt ended and her legs began. She stepped closer as he reached for her. Lightly he held to her hand, watching intently as she straddled him before sitting slowly down in his lap. His hands moved to her sides, pulling her to him, he captured her lips in a chaste kiss.
"What time is it?" his voice was rough from sleep.
"Late." She whispered against his cheek. "You okay?" She leaned back to study his face.
"Fine, I talked with Nic on the way home."
"I know, she called me after the two of you spoke."
His fingers gently began to trace along her jawline, "I love the fact that she knows she can talk with you about anything."
Catching his hand in hers, she brought his fingers to her mouth, peppering the back of his hand with soft kisses. "She was worried about you, we both are."
"I'm good, I promise." His hand slipped from her slight grasp, moving down her sides, he slowly slid under the bottom of his old t-shirt to caress the soft skin of her waist. He traced up her ribcage on both sides, drawing lazy circles there.
She leaned back, a soft sigh escaping her. "Andy…" The breathless quality of her voice washed over him, encouraging further exploration by his fingers. His left hand moved behind her back while his right made purchase with her breast, gently palming her soft mound.
Leaning forward again, she traced his jaw with warm kisses before finally moving to his ear. Her tongue danced along his earlobe as a loud moan escaped him. His mouth sought out hers with an urgency that filled them both. He still tasted of cranberry as she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth, gently nipping against him. His fingers tweaked at her hardened nipple causing a deep shiver to run through her. Her hands moved into his hair, pulling him even closer. Finally breaking the intoxicating kiss, her head fell back against her shoulder as she ground into him.
"I want you," the desire in her bright green eyes burned through him. He was ready to take her right then and there but he knew she would never let him make love to her on the balcony. Lifting her carefully from his lap, he helped her to stand, his eyes moving back to her long, beautiful legs as his shirt rose higher. She waited while he gathered his empty glass and the book he had long forgotten. Hand in hand they made their way through the condo to her bedroom.
She reached to pull the old t-shirt over her head, but he placed a gentle hand on her side to stop her. "Not yet, I wanna do that." Giving him a knowing look, she reached for his belt buckle instead.
Completely naked, Andy settled on the edge of the bed while she stood in front of him. His hands moved once again under the hem of his t-shirt but this time his slowly peeled the soft blue lace of her underwear down her never ending legs.
Pulling her onto his lap, his lips brushed across her jawline and down her neck. She pulled at the t-shirt yet again, but he stopped her with a teasing grin. "No…not yet." The outline of her hard nipples were visible against the soft grey cotton surrounding her but she longed to feel his mouth against her.
"Please, Andy…" her eyes begging him for release.
He moved them backwards to the middle of the bed. Lying flat on his back, the moist heat of her body straddling him was like heaven on earth. Her hands moved to the middle of his chest, resting in the tangle of salt and pepper hair there. Their eyes met as his hands came to rest on her waist. "I love you." His whisper was so low it rattled against her ears.
"I love you, too." Her eyes filled, as a single tear slid slowly down her cheek only to be caught by his thumb. Her eyes slipped closed, reveling in the feel of his fingers tracing along her cheek while his other hand drew soft circles along her hip.
Her eyes were still closed when she finally felt him tug at the tattered, old t-shirt. Quickly, with little effort he had it over her head, down her arms, only to toss it towards the foot of the bed. She leaned back, her hands resting on his upper thighs. He knew what she wanted, what she was waiting for but he was content on taking in the view and making her wait just a little while longer. His fingers traced slowly down her neck, along the valley between her breast. He was careful not to apply too much pressure as he worked his way to her belly button. She shivered against him as he started a trek back up her sides and along her ribcage. He avoided her breasts once again, this time tracing the smattering of freckles just below her collar bone.
The strangled sigh that escaped her sent a flash of desire straight through him. He cradled his hands behind her lower back, pulling her slowly to him, his mouth finally making the contact she longed for. He moved back slightly, his breath cool as he softly blew against her wet nipple. With a soft moan of his name, she bucked against him and he couldn't stifle the soft chuckle that rumbled from deep within him. There was nothing in life that could have prepared him for how she made him feel. Just knowing that she trusted him completely, that she allowed him to see her at her best and at her worst, made him want to laugh, to cry, to hold and love her forever.
