Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words and surely the mistakes. These two characters were created by James Duff for The Closer/Major Crimes, I just borrowed them for my story.

It's a fictional story that possibly violates all reasonable concepts of what these two would actually do, but that's the fun of writing a fanfiction.


Sharon had now been landed for 30 minutes already and met up with Andy for 20 and they were still kissing. Just like that night of many years ago, there was nothing around: no noises, no voices, nobody walking around them, there was only Sharon Raydor and Andy Flynn kissing intensely and passionately.

When they finally parted Sharon still had her eyes closed, smelling his scent and breathing with his own breath, "I missed you," she opened her eyes and smiled.

Andy took her luggage from her hands and put his arm around her shoulders, walking with her to the exit. "Never leave again, Sharon!" He kissed her temple, "are you hungry? I am starving."

Sharon nodded and they decided to stop by the cafeteria of the airport before they went to the car, "What do you want?"

"Just coffee, and maybe something sweet to bite," she replied.

"Sharon, we are in public," he leaned in to kiss her and whispered. "Oh! You weren't talking about me?"

His look was naughty but it amused Sharon and she kept on kissing him sweetly on his lips and smiling. She felt so free and so good to be with him at the present moment, that it wasn't a problem anymore to show affection in public. Nobody knew them there, anyway.

On their way to her condo, the drive was very silent. Sharon had fallen asleep all the way through it and he hadn't want to disturb her, she must have been exhausted. And he was right, she was. Thankfully she still had one more day off from work, but Andy didn't and he left her to take a nap, with the promise to be back for dinner at her place. He hadn't wanted to part from her but he had to go to work and she needed to lay down and rest, her body was all a sore from the skiing and the flight.

As soon as Andy arrived to work, the sweet voice of Provenza welcomed him into the murder room, "Flynn where the hell have you been? You can't pick up a phone and call?" He didn't even reply to him, just gave a nasty look and turned him his back to walk to his desk.

In the aftermath of that wonderful kiss, he didn't feel the need to be yelled at by his partner or even interact with anyone at all. He was going to do his job like everyday and counting with impatience the time that separated him from dinner time. Not that he hadn't liked kissing Sharon, but he needed to understand what it meant for their friendship, and most importantly what it meant to her.

The day passed incredibly slow for Andy and very fast for Sharon. It was finally dinner time and she had taken a long nap, a hot bath, cleaned around and then cooked for them. She felt beautifully.

When he knocked at her door she opened with a wide smile spreading on her face, "Hello, Lieutenant." She dragged him in from his left arm and kissed him deeply again.

"You look happy," he said when they parted and she moved to the kitchen.

"I am. I slept, I took a bath and now you are here, it has been a great day," she poured herself a glass of white wine. "How was yours?"

"Boring, for the most part," Sharon had handled him a can of his favorite juice and he was pouring it into his own glass, sitting at the table. "No big case, I did some paper work that was left behind and now here I am," he sipped. "Sharon, I wanted to-"

The ring of timer interrupted him, as Sharon had quickly stood up and moved to the oven. "Look, it's perfect!" In the oven a potato gateau was cooking, browning the top enough to be crunchy but not burnt. On the stove there was boiling water for some pasta with zucchini and shrimps.

"Where did you learn all this, Sharon?"

"I am not that terrible of a cook, Andy. I can still read recipes and make good meals,"

"Oh I don't doubt," Andy went closer and hugged her from behind. His hands slided to her sides and clasped on her stomach; he started to kiss her neck and she hummed everytime his lips touched her skin, sending shivers through her spine.

She turned and their lips met shortly, "Go look in the fridge," she sent him away with a tap of her hips.

Andy sighed moving away, "Sharon, Sharon, you are going to…" he froze when opening the doors of the fridge he saw what she was talking about. "Is that a chocolate cheesecake?"

"Maybe," from the opposite side Sharon was teasing him. "Maybe it's a double chocolate cheesecake with rasperries and white chocolate scales," she turned off the stove fire and moved to him. This time it was Sharon's hands to slide to his sides, "it certainly looks like that!" She kissed the back of his shoulder, "go and put on some music. Dinner will be served in a few minutes," she smiled at him as he turned to her and they smooched.

When music had been set on a very low tone, just to create the atmosphere, and dinner had been served on the table, they sat down and started eating and chatting.

"Sharon," he put down his fork and cleaned his lips with the napkin, "everything was delicious. My compliments to the chef!"

"Thank you, thank you!" She stood up, "take a seat on the sofa. Coffee and cake will be served in the living room," Sharon and her sense of occasion, everything had to be perfectly arranged and followed by the book. But Andy loved all of this. As much as he loved the cheesecake she had baked, so much that he took a second slice, and claimed he was going to have a third too soon.

They sat on the couch, Sharon had slided to his side and secured into his arms and from time to time she would raise her head to meet his lips with hers.

"Sharon, we need to talk," it had arrived the moment for Andy to try and understand where things were going.

"Oh," Sharon moved quickly away from his hug and sat further away. "It doesn't sound good!"

"No, gosh no! Please don't be alarmed, everything's fine!" He let go of a deep breath, "I was just…" he didn't know how to put it in a way that didn't sound offensive or that would have make her nervous or angry. "What are we, Sharon?"

Sharon looked at him. He was visibly nervous, and she couldn't understand why. It had been a nice evening, they had had a good dinner and casual small talk, and they had smooched here and there from time to time and enjoyed each other's company. She couldn't understand why he looked so nervous until he asked her that. "Oh, you mean…" now she was nervous, and when she was nervous she used to repeat things, and hesitate and sometimes she even folded her arms, trying to take time thinking to an answer. "I don't know, Andy!" She clasped her hands on her legs. "I am having a good time with you and I am happy when I'm around you, and…"

"The kissing," she nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I love kissing you. If I ever tell you to stop, please shoot me!" He raised both his hands, "but it's kinda awkward after we said to be just friends. Are we still just friends?" His look was puzzled, waiting for an answer from her.

"Yes," she quickly replied. "Maybe friends with, how do you say that, friends with benefits?"

Andy opened his eyes wide, "you mean that we are going to…" he remained allusive, being sure that she understood.

"Gosh, what do you think. No!"

"Sharon, that's what friends with benefits is," he stated.

"Okay, so we are friends with the benefit of kissing. And nothing else." She spelled the last three words to make him understand and then she stood up to pour herself another glass of wine. She needed it.

"So," Andy said standing up and moving towards her, "let me understand this. You and I are friends, correct?" she nodded while drinking from her glass. "And you and I kiss,"

"Occasionally!" She added

"Okay we kiss each other occasionally. Can we go out on a date?"

"No, as friends we just hang out. A restaurant, a movie. Things like that. Like we have done so far." She was so nervous that she finished the remaining of her glass of wine in one sip. "Andy, nothing has changed. We just… share some kisses from time to time."

He nodded and brought a finger to his mouth thinking, "Okay so if I wanted to, let's say, kiss you right now I could?"

"Yes!" she leaned in waiting for his kiss.

"I was just asking not saying I would," he smiled and she looked annoyed. "Oh who am I kidding, come here!" He pulled her to himself and kissed her passionately. Her hands slowly slided from his arms to the shoulders and clasped together behind his neck.

"Could I kiss you at work, if I wanted to?" He asked in a whisper when they parted.

"What do you think?"

"This is so unfair, Sharon. You make the rules and I have to obey. I just want to make sure that everyone knows that I can kiss you,"

"Andy," she again had that annoyed smile.

"Okay, okay. What about seeing other people?" He then asked.

"We can. We have no link that forbids the other to see anyone else." She didn't know how but they were swinging together in a hug, following the notes of the music that was still running in background.

"Uhm," Andy hummed. "So it's true!"

"What is true?"

"That you have a secret boyfriend in Park City, and date both of us. I have to admit Sharon I would have never expected this from you," he teased.

"Shut up," Sharon moved away from him and put the bottle of wine back in the fridge. "Everything is so weird for me, Andy." She had a quick look at him, to understand how he would take her words, and he did seem to be listening. "Don't get me wrong, after I separated from Jack I had another story. Making it short it didn't go well but I dated, but it was… serious. Nothing like what we have. And I have never gone here and there kissing a man, and acting like we are twenty-something and flirt with him. I didn't even ever exchanged so many flirty messages with a man before, and everything in my head is spinning so fast and telling me it's wrong but I cannot avoid because my heart is enjoying it instead and then I can't breath and I can't stop smiling when I am around you and I… I…"

Andy moved to her side and slowly closed her in a hug, "Sharon, you're getting into panic mode. Okay, listen! I am okay with anything you want to do. Don't stress out. We just see how it goes, okay?" He kissed her head, "we managed pretty good so far. We have been friends out of nowhere, and it was all good and great."

"Andy?" He hummed, "I need you to say something stupid and funny, please!" She was solidly holding to his arm with her hand, as if her life depended on that.

"Sharon?" She hummed in return, "that centrepiece is really ugly. All that pink and roses, what where you thinking?"

Sharon smiled slightly and put her head at rest on his chest, hearing his breathing and his heart pulsing with beatings. She didn't say more than a simple and whispered thank you.