ix. a weekend for two
Friday Evening
The week that leads up to the their weekend together is a long one. So, it is with a tired sigh that Sharon drops her overnight bag down on the floor and falls into the welcoming, plush armchair in Andrea's living room. "Oh, this is just what I needed," she moans, sliding her hands down the armrests and her feet from her fashionable yet uncomfortable stilettos.
The blonde emerges from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses, laughing softly as she looks at Sharon. She's slumped back in the seat, lean legs crossed at her ankles, and there's a lazy smile on her lips as she watches Andrea cross the room.
"Long day," she guesses, sitting down on the corner of the long, wood coffee table.
"When is it not?" Sharon responds, to which Andrea nods in understanding. Sharon watches Andrea work the cork from the wine bottle in silence, sitting up in the chair so that her back is straighter. "But now the week is over, and from what I've heard, someone is planning on making this weekend one I won't forget."
Two glasses of wine are poured before Andrea flashes Sharon a smile, the promise for a good time shining brightly in the woman's deep eyes. "Mmmm," she hums, letting their fingers brush as Andrea transfers one of the glasses to Sharon's awaiting hand, "here's to an unforgettable weekend."
Their glasses clink and they share equally happy smiles before they drink their wine.
Despite being excited about spending their first weekend together, she had spent a lot of her time during the week worrying about minor details. Going into this without knowing what to expect hadn't been as simple as she hoped. She has always been an over thinker - which she acknowledges has kept her from incredible opportunities more than once in her life. But without knowing what Andrea planned, she was left stressing over all of the things still in her control.
Sharon wasn't normally an indecisive person. She made careful decisions and then stuck with them. But she had found it difficult to commit to little choices while getting ready for her stay at Andrea's house.
She questioned her nightwear: Is this too revealing? Would it be better if I wore pants? What will Andrea think when she sees me in this? It was the first time Andrea would be seeing her in sleepwear, and even though she knew the other woman would make no complaints about whatever Sharon picked, she still had a strong need to make the right choices.
It was the same when choosing a swimsuit. Before selling the house she had raised her kids in and moving into the condo, Sharon had started most mornings with a swim. Not only was it great exercise, she enjoyed the feeling of being in the water. She hasn't spent much time swimming since then, but she still owns several swimsuits. At first she had made the decision to pack a simple one piece. But then she remembered the last time they had swam together and how close their bodies had been, how much slick skin she could feel when Andrea pressed her against the side of the pool and kissed her. The thought of more skin-to-skin contact sent a flush of heat up her neck and made her change her mind. Instead she chose the only bikini top she owned, a black halter with underwire that offered a little extra lift, and paired it with matching bottoms.
She went back and forth on things she knew ultimately did not matter: which toothpaste, belt choices, the amount of Q-tips to bring. When she wasn't able to prepare herself for what would happen, she had the horrible tendency to think about all the little details and make them seem bigger than they were. Andrea had somehow noticed this, although it was a fact about herself she liked to keep hidden - - "You're thinking about it too much," Andrea said gently one night - - and to help give Sharon's mind a break, she gave up a few more details. The items on the list (swimsuit, robe, massage oil) weren't connected; however, she did share that the robe and massage oil could both be useful for something she had planned, which led to Andrea confirming that she did in fact want to give Sharon a massage. Also revealed was Andrea's desire to keep the weekend simple.
While brushing her hair Thursday morning, Sharon tried to remember what it was like waking up beside someone. There was a lot that she didn't normally think about when she imagined sharing a bed with Andrea: morning breath, messy hair, unwashed skin. It sounded unimportant at first, but she continued to think about it and wondered if they were truly ready to share these things.
Arriving at Andrea's house and not knowing what to expect, it was comforting to find out nothing was different from how it usually was between the two of them. Friday went by as it usually did. They talked about work, had a few glasses of wine, ordered Chinese to be delivered, and then spent the rest of the evening in near silence as they watched a documentary and shared a few kisses on the sofa.
In fact, it isn't until late Friday night, as she's walking out of the steam-filled bathroom, that she thinks about how much time she had spent unnecessarily worrying. The night has been relaxing and wonderful, exactly how she would want to spend their first night together. She feels a bit ridiculous for her week's worth of anxiety and over thinking, her head shaking to herself and her lips quirking a bit as she makes her way down the small hall to the bedroom at the end. She's fine, she thinks while shaking her hair from the large clip that held it up during her shower, more than fine. She's comfortable, in a fantastic mood, and looking forward to the feeling of Andrea's body beside her as they sleep.
Her mental list continues as she pushes the half-closed door open all the way, revealing the softly-lit, modestly-sized bedroom. The room, with its glass door wardrobe and dark wood bed frame and nightstands, rich red comforter that adds a little color to the otherwise muted room, invites Sharon in. Her eyes sweep across the room until they land on Andrea, who stands in the corner with her back towards Sharon. Sharon's grip on the knob becomes knuckle-whitening tight, her mental list and breath coming to a quick stop as she traces the strong lines of Andrea's naked back, her shoulder blades rolling as she moves, her spine curving as she reaches for a folded white shirt.
"If you wanted a show, all you had to do was ask," the blonde teases.
Sharon jumps awkwardly at the door, her skin undoubtedly flushing with a mixture of the same embarrassment and excitement that is making her heart beat a little faster than normal. She spins around to face the hall, looking away from Andrea and giving her privacy like she should have done the moment she discovered her getting ready for bed. "I'm sorry," she breathes, feeling guilty for staring, and even more guilty for wanting to turn back around and continue watching her.
"Don't be ridiculous. If I was worried about you seeing me, I would have closed the door completely. Now get in here before I come over there and pull you in." While the teasing tone is still being used, Sharon detects a little bit of hesitation at the end, hidden beneath the laugh she pushes out from deep in her chest.
Sharon makes a show of slowly turning around, her hand covering her eyes. "Are you decent?" she questions, knowing it'll make Andrea laugh harder and wanting to hear that sound for as long as she can.
As expected, the blonde's laughter continues. "How about you open your eyes and see," the laughing woman suggests in that low tone that Sharon loves.
Sharon's stomach flips, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips. When she uncovers her eyes, she finds the blonde wearing a white tank top and plaid pajama pants.
"Fully dressed," Andrea says, pulling the covers back on the bed. "Sorry to disappoint," she adds in with a twinkle in her eye.
Sharon goes over to help, the two of them working together as if they've done this every night for years. They remove the extra pillows, fold back the sheets, and then Andrea tells her to get in. Sharon takes off the robe that covers her nightgown and then slips in, her fingers lazily stroking the sheets as Andrea watches her from the side of the bed.
"Do you plan on joining me, or would you rather stand there all night?" When Andrea gets in the bed, Sharon smiles at her, saying, "Good choice," while getting comfortable next to the blonde.
"I do seem to make a lot of those," Andrea says, shutting off the lamp and leaving the light of the alarm clock as their only source of light.
"You do?"
The other woman's 'mhm' is released close to Sharon's ear as the blonde moves in close. Sharon hears herself sigh as she reaches for Andrea's hand and pulls Andrea's arm around her. Andrea's quickly fading, had been out in the living room before they declared it was time for bed. Usually Sharon falls asleep first - she knows this because she's done it several times while on the phone with Andrea - but if there's any night Sharon doesn't want Andrea up all night, unable to sleep, it's tonight. So she's glad to hear her yawn, even smiles when she continues to yawn uncontrollably three more times.
For all her thinking, Sharon's mind is pleasantly blank. Her fingers are curled around Andrea, she feels that safe, warm feeling draping across her body, and she just wants to sleep after the long week she's had.
"I bet this isn't how you pictured our first night sleeping together would happen," Andrea whispers, lips tickling the back of Sharon's neck.
The brunette smiles and shakes her head, turning slightly so she can kiss Andrea goodnight. "Not quite," she whispers back after resting her hand on the pillow. When Andrea buries her head into the crook of her neck and presses warm lips to her skin, Sharon hums contently, knowing it won't be long before they're both asleep.
Saturday Morning
Sharon dreams of raindrops falling against the window of her childhood home, creating streams and rivers that she traces with her fingertips, a sense of peace surrounding her. She wakes with that same warm sensation in her body, racing through her veins. Although her eyes are still shut, she knows Andrea is already awake. It's a pleasant surprise, given that Andrea's complained many times about how difficult it is for her to wake up most mornings. Smooth fingertips walk across her sleep warm skin underneath the thin sheet that covers them, mapping out the length of her arm, hand, and fingers.
Sharon sighs softly, breathing in quietly through her nose and releasing it just as softly through her parted lips. Andrea pauses and then moves closer to Sharon, the back of her body covered with an adult-sized human blanket of warmth. A lazy grin forms on her lips, and Andrea brushes her fingers over Sharon's small wrist and hand until she's lacing their fingers together.
"Mmm," the woman beside her hums, burying her head in the crook of Sharon's neck. The ends of her hair tickle Sharon's neck; Sharon wiggles and reaches behind her to brush the hair away. "Good mornin'," she murmurs, brushing a gentle kiss against Sharon's neck.
Sharon hums back. "Very good morning," she whispers, squeezing her bedmate's hand.
Andrea laughs against her neck, the vibration of the sound traveling through Sharon's body. "Very good," she repeats in a slightly questioning tone. "The morning has just begun."
Sharon yawns, nodding and shifting so she can cover her mouth. "It's not every day that I wake up next to a beautiful woman kissing my neck," she reasons, still yawning a little."I'd say that's more than enough to judge the quality of the morning." Andrea nips below her ear, and she yelps, wiping at her eyes to clear her vision.
"'Not every day'. Is there something you're not telling me, Captain?" Andrea whispers, her voice playful but still unsurprisingly arousing.
Sharon shivers. "What have I told you about using my rank like that? Hmm?"
Andrea chuckles with amusement and kisses the same spot she had just nipped. "Like what?" she asks with a terrible excuse for faux innocence.
"In that low tone," Sharon answers, her own voice no higher than a whisper.
Andrea hums thoughtfully, peppering Sharon's rapidly heating neck with more kisses. She's extremely affectionate in the morning, Sharon notes, adding it to her never-ending list of things she loves about Andrea. "If I'm not mistaken, you said it turns you on. Which - -" Andrea brings her lips to Sharon's jaw, making Sharon breathe in quickly through her nose, "- - in case you haven't noticed yet - -" she drags her tongue up the curve of her jaw, their eyes meeting for the first time, "- - I love to do. Captain."
Sharon shivers again, turning in the bed until she is on her back. Andrea gives her a lopsided grin, propping herself up on her side and cradling her head with an open hand. Her fingers claw through her hair, the sleep-tousled blonde mess it has become unable to be tamed. It's more attractive than it has any right to be, and Sharon wants to tell her to stop trying to fix it. She now desires the very thing she had been worrying about; she wants Andrea exactly how she is when she wakes up. Although she doesn't say it aloud, the brunette gently puts her hand on the the younger woman's and stops her.
Several moments go by without them looking away from one another. Just as Sharon finds herself unable to keep the smile off her face as she rolls her fingers down heated skin and then under the tank top the blonde's wearing so she can draw nonsensically with the tips of her digits, there's an equally goofy smile on the blonde's lips. A rush of euphoria pumps through her veins and she lifts up and presses her mouth to Andrea's. Andrea's early-morning-affection is contagious and they both enjoy small kisses and trailing their fingers over curves of the other woman's body while still half-under the bed sheet.
Sharon's bladder begs her to get up, but she finds herself pulling Andrea in for a few more gentle brushes from her soft lips. Andrea seems content to stay like this, their foreheads touching and their lips connecting every few seconds. Her fingers lazily stroke the back of Sharon's neck, spiraling below her hairline, and every now and then Sharon feels a pants-covered leg rub against her bare skin. If it weren't for Andrea yawning, her hand slipping between them to try to cover her lips in time to catch it, Sharon's not sure they would have been getting up anytime soon.
"Coffee?" she asks, taking Andrea's hand into her own and brushing her fingers across her knuckles.
"Mmm. Not yet," Andrea murmurs.
A hoarse laugh slips from Sharon's throat. "Not yet," she repeats with an eyebrow raise. "Who are you, and what have you done with Andrea Hobbs?"
"Ha ha ha." Andrea brushes the hair from Sharon's face and smiles, gazing into her eyes with a look of complete adoration. "I'm not done looking at you," she replies, and then leans in to kiss the tip of Sharon's nose, "or kissing you."
Sharon's heart warms and melts, a sensation she should be used to by now but isn't. Tilting her head up, she pecks Andrea's lips. "You have the rest of the weekend to do as much of that as you want," she reminds her, sliding her hand across Andrea's cheek and tucking blonde hair behind an ear.
They kiss until Sharon excuses herself to the bathroom and Andrea announces she'll get started on breakfast. When she's finished in the bathroom, she's freshened up; her hair is brushed, her face is clean, and her well-rested body is coming to life. Andrea had gone to the kitchen, which is where Sharon finds her after slipping into the bedroom to grab her robe. She watches her, hands in her pockets, a lazy smile spread across her face. Seeing Andrea like this, pajama pants low on her hips, nearly transparent white tank top still ridden up from their activities in the bedroom, revealing tight, creamy flesh, is something Sharon can get used to. Andrea smiles her way, one of her flirty, knowing smiles, and Sharon feels that all-too-familiar heat that tumbles in her belly as a response to the other woman.
They make breakfast together - which turns into Andrea making breakfast and Sharon watching, because she can't get over how gorgeous she is when she's in her element. Andrea stops halving strawberries to feed one to Sharon, which leads to her kissing the blonde, sucking the fruit from her fingers and then pulling Andrea into a kiss as she chews and swallows. The kiss is more laughter than anything, Andrea's hands sliding into her robe and fingers playing across her hips. Sharon wraps her leg around Andrea's thigh and pulls her in, murmuring something about how they're going to end up spending the entire weekend kissing each other if they keep this up. Andrea's chuckle vibrates, tingles, creates sparks of electricity that travel all along her spine. If the way she presses Sharon against the counter is anything to go by, it doesn't seem like Andrea is against spending all their time kissing.
It's a beautiful Saturday morning, the bright sun warming the small patio, its light playing in the pool, making the water glimmer. When they step outside to have breakfast at the round table, Sharon breathes in the summer air and sighs. Andrea catches her looking around the backyard and smiles at her, placing the bowl of mixed fruits down between their omelets.
"When I moved in, I spent the majority of my free time out here," the blonde shares in a soft voice, to which Sharon hums, scanning the small garden off to the side and the kidney-shaped pool. "Of course there wasn't much "free time"," she adds with an audible eye roll, "but I did manage to fall in love with the the peace and quiet I was surprised to find out here."
"I can see why," she breathes, spinning around to face Andrea. "It's beautiful out here."
A shy smile slowly appears on the blonde's lips as her eyes flicker between the yard and Sharon. "Beauty does have a certain effect on me." She tucks her hair behind her ear and adds, "But I'm sure you already know that."
A faint blush colors Sharon's cheeks, one that she imagines only deepens as Andrea continues to gaze at her once they're seated.
Saturday Evening
Sharon takes a moment to calm her racing pulse. Although she knows what awaits her on the other side of the bedroom door, she cannot find her usual confidence anywhere in her, which she requires to enter the room. She unties and tightens the belt of her short, plum robe, breathing in and out through her nose steadily as she recalls the way Andrea's eyes had danced across her body before Sharon slipped out of the room to get ready. The blonde's eyes had been shadowed by anticipation and a subtle desire, she reminds herself, needing to get rid of the nervous jumbling in her belly so she can enjoy the rest of the night.
"You can put on whatever you're comfortable in," Andrea had said over the phone the night the blonde told her about the massage she wanted to give her.
Sharon hadn't given it much thought until the next day - the massage itself, the amount of time Andrea would spend not only with her hands on Sharon's body but her eyes there as well, the level of undressed she would be at the time. She'd stood in front of her full length mirror for longer than she cared to admit that day, naked and feeling more insecure about her body than she had in many, many years. There were bound to be notable changes to her body after two pregnancies and 50-odd years of life: her breasts didn't sit quite as high as they once did; her belly swelled ever so slightly below her navel; and where her skin had lost some of its tightness, it wrinkled a little. Normally she felt confident in her skin - she took great care of her body, and despite the flaws, she was proud of it - but standing in her mirror she saw what Andrea would be seeing for the first time. How much of it stayed covered during the massage was up to her, but she knew eventually the day would come that Andrea saw all of her.
Although Sharon had watched Andrea place candles around the room before she slipped away to get undressed, she looks around it with awe-filled eyes once she finally walks in. Andrea has an affinity for candles; glancing around the room, Sharon understands why. The flames flicker and dance all over the bedroom, the reflection of the golden lights in the mirror making the room feel bigger and even more beautiful. Waiting on the bed with her legs folded and a bottle of massage oil beside her, Andrea looks up at her with a smile that grows slowly. The smile paired with the unrushed look over she receives is enough to get Sharon to shake her remaining nervousness.
"Ready?" the brunette asks. She walks over to the bed, her hands inside her pockets although she trusts them not to tremble now that her heart isn't beating twice as fast as it should.
"I think I should be asking you that," Andrea answers while pushing herself first up to her knees and then carefully onto feet, bringing with her a sheet that had been beside her. She shakes it out and lets it fall down in the middle of the mattress, folded in half and, Sharon assumes, meant for Sharon to lie down on to keep the bed oil-free. "You looked a little nervous coming in here."
Sharon straightens out the sheet for the blonde as she watches her get back down to her knees. "I admit that I was for a moment. It's been a long time since I've undressed in front of someone." She flicks her eyes up to meet Andrea's eyes as she says this.
"I can do all the undressing for you," Andrea whispers while raising her brow, crawling across the bed to her and running her fingers over the belt around her waist. It earns her a small laugh and a visible shiver. Serious for a moment, Andrea sits up to her full height on her knees and looks into Sharon's eyes. "You don't have to be nervous with me. I know I said I wanted to give you a full body massage, but if you'd be more comfortable with something else - or if you'd prefer we skip the massage altogether - that's all right with me. We can do something else instead."
It's moments like this that Sharon's reminded how incredibly understanding Andrea is, how easily she can adjust to make sure Sharon is all right. It's a trait of hers that Sharon admires, that she's thankful for. The full smile that she gives the younger woman hopefully conveys her gratefulness. She strokes the side of Andrea's face once before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on her lips.
"That won't be necessary."
Sharon gets on the bed with Andrea, bringing her right knee up and then the other. For a second they're face to face, intense eyes locked, and then Sharon tilts her head towards the sheet meant for her and gets the silent 'okay' to lie down. She moves over to it, feeling the bed shift from not only her own movements but Andrea's as the blonde turns around to watch her. Sharon glances over her shoulder while her hands work in front of her, loosening the knot she'd created in her moment of anxiety outside the door.
The air around them feels thicker - or maybe it's just harder for her to breathe while Andrea's teeth are digging into her own lip so hard that Sharon worries she might break the skin. The blonde's fingers flex, her tongue slips out to wet her lips repeatedly, and her chest is rising and falling a little faster than it usually would. Sharon fumbles with the knot, Andrea's unveiled eagerness to have the robe slide down the brunette's shoulders making her clumsy. When she feels the knot start to loosen, she looks away from Andrea and to the wooden headboard in front of her.
She shuts her eyes and slowly pulls the ends of the belt, shivering before the robe is even fully open, sucking in a sharp breath once it is and it's falling down her bare back. She keeps her arms bent at the elbows; the plum material slides down to her tailbone, covering the black underwear she is wearing but leaving her completely naked above.
The mattress dips, and then, before Andrea says anything, Sharon feels a smooth fingertip slowly tracing her spine. That first touch ignites the fire that will soon threaten to burn her alive.
It starts out not with a massage but with what comes naturally to them: kissing. After brushing her fingers up and down the older woman's back, Andrea tentatively leaned in and kissed a lightly freckled shoulder, continuing once Sharon released a soft hum. Sharon is reminded three things before the younger woman even moves from behind her. One: Andrea's tongue feels divine on her body and the blonde loves to use it. Two: the skin between her shoulder blades is incredibly sensitive; she couldn't stop herself from arching and moaning when the blonde gently scraped her teeth there. Three: Andrea gets her hot faster than is probably good for her sanity, especially when she's practically naked and about to have the blonde's hands all over her body.
Time freezes when Andrea whispers for Sharon to turn around and face her. She doesn't hesitate; Andrea's erased all the doubts in her mind, burned the confessions of her desire into the brunette's back with her mouth. The robe has already fallen to the bed, her underwear the only thing left to cover her body. Sharon watches Andrea's eyes drop down to the black material, the lace picked out just for her (a little something Sharon had remembered Andrea sharing she liked and on occasion enjoyed thinking about sliding down her thighs). The near-growl that leaves Andrea's throat is reward enough, but what follows next makes her whimper.
The blonde swipes her thumb over the waistband and then pulls Sharon to her, the hold on her hip tight and desperate. "You remembered," she murmurs, her breath hot when it meets Sharon's lips. Sharon's smirk is answer enough, and Andrea makes another one of those sounds in her throat that Sharon thinks she really needs to stop making if they're going to make it through this night. "Goddamn tease," she mumbles, leaning forward to catch Sharon's bottom lip with her teeth.
From there things just seem to escalate. It's a miracle, Sharon thinks while sighing into a pillow, that they even separate long enough to remember that a) sex is off the table for the night and b) there's a massage to be given. However, the understanding that they won't be having sex tonight does not stop Andrea from telling Sharon how easily she could get lost in the curves of Sharon's body and then showing her how serious she is, nor does it stop Sharon from getting so aroused she can't stay still for longer than a few seconds.
Andrea's hands are majestic, sweeping and arcing, kneading and rubbing, working away every ounce of tension in her body. It's been years since Sharon's found the time to get a good massage, and God, she has to admit that even the best masseuse has never made her body feel this incredible. The younger woman, while not hiding that, yes, a big part of this is about turning Sharon on, is also meticulously working out knots and kinks until Sharon feels like she's melting into the firm mattress.
Hair tickles her, brushing down her back as a warm mouth gifts her skin with open-mouth kisses. While lips follow her spine, two strong hands rub their way from Sharon's shoulders to the swell of her ass. When she twitches, her hips rolling slightly, she hears Andrea chuckle above her. It's maddening, all of it is, and Andrea knows it, is enjoying making her squirm with every touch, with every kiss and bite to her delicate flesh. They've gone from Andrea giving her a massage back to hands exploring previously unseen skin.
A hand slides up the back of her leg, squeezing her calf and then traveling up her twitching thigh, a teasing thumb already knowing from experience how to swirl over her inner thigh so that Sharon moans. The only difference now, though, from all the other times Andrea's done that to her, is that she's nearly nude, and rather wet, and already shamelessly moaning aloud - and don't forget the one clothing item away from being naked part, the voice in Sharon's head stresses, again.
They spent the day being, existing together in the same space, going for a quiet walk in a close by park after deciding they wanted to go out for lunch, and then talking about a little bit of everything as they sat outside in the shade. After dinner but before they had made their way back to the bedroom and got distracted and spent several minutes kissing on the bed, Sharon had been reminded that she would be getting a massage. At the time, Sharon hadn't considered how thorough this massage would be. But that's not to say she isn't enjoying every second of it.
"You ready to roll over for me?" Andrea asks, her lips touching Sharon's earlobe when she speaks. It tickles, and Sharon shivers. "I'd like to get to the other half of your body now."
Sharon's mouth feels dry, so she doesn't speak. She responds instead by carefully rolling over, a second shiver working its way through her body when her nipples tighten and harden further. Over the course of the last month, they've experienced their fair share of fondling and kissing that migrated below the neckline of blouses. But this is different. Andrea gulps slowly while tracing Sharon's breasts with her eyes, her lip being sucked into her mouth to be nibbled on soon after. She's a bit more hesitant now, as if she's not sure what's okay and what's off-limits. If it weren't for Sharon's increasing need to have some type of skin-to-skin contact, she might draw a line somewhere. But she doesn't think it's necessary - she doesn't want to.
The moment stretches on for a second longer than Sharon can bear. A shaky, needy breath surprises her as it leaves her own lips when she takes Andrea hand into her own. "I want you to touch me," she whispers.
They moan together when the blonde's hand cups her breast and gives it a squeeze. "Oh dear god," Andrea breathes, and it's so low and throaty that Sharon feels herself clench in response to it, want pulsing between her legs. She rubs and gently squeezes, letting her thumb flick across the hard tip a few times before squeezing once again, this time not as gently, her eyes never leaving Sharon's face.
"Oh." Sharon's eyelids flutter, her chest arching, her thighs pressed tightly together as her hips twitch. Andrea shifts and releases her breast long enough to pull off her own shirt, throwing it to the end of the bed and straddling Sharon's hips in one move. Sharon stares at her - there's no other word to describe it; she drinks in the sight of her full breasts with puckered nipples and goose bumps - and then groans, needing to have her hands on Andrea, needing to know how the skin of the other woman's breasts feels against her own.
But before she can do anything, there's lips on her breast, and there's hot cotton pressing into her where Andrea's hips roll down, and there's a hand on her other breast and one blindly traveling across her arm until their fingers are laced together, and -
"Oh, Andrea," Sharon moans, eyes squeezed shut and fingers combing through blonde hair. "Oh, yes. Mmmm."
The conversation they had a week ago (when Sharon asked what Andrea wanted to do if she won and they ended up spending the weekend together) comes to mind for a brief moment. "We've discussed it all." Sharon remembers discussing this - well, it'd be better described as openly fantasizing - the two of them already aroused that night, which usually meant Andrea would admit just about anything and Sharon could be persuaded to be almost as open. How far could they go before they couldn't take it anymore, was the topic of choice that night. Andrea had, what Sharon assumed to be jokingly, said she'd have to test it out to find out but was certain she'd practically be pushing Sharon off her after a few minutes of having the brunette's hands on her body. Andrea had chuckled into her glass, but Sharon's mind had started racing and she spent the rest of the evening thinking about it.
Just as the blonde predicted, she doesn't last long once Sharon rolls her onto her back, continuing the massage no longer on either woman's mind. Andrea likes deep kisses, moans when Sharon uses her teeth to bite a sensitive lip and trembles when she uses her tongue - Sharon discovers she likes to have her breasts kissed and sucked like this, too, chants under breath when Sharon's teeth roll around her nipple and gasps when the brunette bites down. Oh, it's exhilarating, the taste of her skin addictive, the smell intoxicating. Sharon wants to wrap herself up in it all, never leave this place where there's only making Andrea feel amazing and everything is so good.
Sharon hears Andrea gasp three times before strong hands are pulling her up to Andrea's mouth. She's never seen her cheeks this flushed, her eyes this clouded with lust, but she knows she likes it, a lot. Sharon's breathing harshly, so is Andrea, and there's a heavy moment there where they both seem to think the same things. Then, because Sharon knows they won't be stopping if they don't make some type of change right now (and not a second later), she grabs Andrea's shirt from the end of the bed and puts it on over her mostly naked body.
And although they spend the rest of the night kissing and caressing "safe" territory, that is all there is.
Sunday Morning
When Sharon wakes up Sunday morning, she groans and blinks open her eyes. It's still dark in the bedroom, she notes as she shifts in the bed; this is also when she realizes she's been using Andrea's chest as a pillow. Going to move over, she feels the vibration of the unhappy grumbling the half-sleep blonde does while holding Sharon right where she is. She says something that sounds like 'stay', and so Sharon does, closing her eyes and sliding her hand underneath the shirt the blonde's wearing so she can stroke the warm skin over Andrea's ribs. She falls asleep like this, their legs tangled together and their breaths blending in the still, quiet room.
When she wakes up the next time it's to the sound of Andrea's voice. "Captain Raydor sleeping in. Didn't think it was possible," floats in from the doorway, and Sharon smirks sleepily.
"After the night I had…" she trails off, her smirk still in place. Her body still buzzes from last night, warm and tingly like Andrea's hands and lips are still exploring her skin.
Andrea hums and gets into the bed, the smell of coffee making Sharon open her eyes and look at her. "What did you get up to last night?" She wiggles her eyebrows as she drinks from the mug that she didn't pass to Sharon, folding her legs and getting comfortable.
Sharon laughs and sits up so she can drink some of the dark coffee. "Oh, this is good," she sighs, and just what she needs.
Andrea nods in agreement, drinking a healthy amount from her own mug before lifting her brow. "So…?"
Sharon twists and puts her mug on the nightstand. "I don't kiss and tell," she answers as she lays her head back down, playing along. "But if I did…" Sharon moans, her lips rubbing together. "Let's just say, there would certainly be a lot to tell." When Andrea laughs lightly, she stretches, licks her lips, and then clears her throat. "I spent the night with an incredible woman making me feel desired and adored. And - -" she leans in and lowers her voice, "- - if I were to kiss and tell, I'd have to say that she is an amazing kisser."
Andrea's cheeks turn a light pink, her eyes soft and full of something that isn't new but still makes Sharon's heart flutter. If she were to put a name to it, she would call it love. But she won't put a name to it, not yet.
Sharon smiles, brushing her fingers over the blonde's naked knee. At some point during the night, Andrea had found a new shirt to wear and removed her pants. "And an even better person to spend the morning in bed with," she whispers sweetly, a silent request.
Andrea puts her blue mug next to the purple mug Sharon has been using as her own for months now. "You're truly something else, you know that?!" Andrea leans down and brushes her lips against Sharon's and then curls into her side. "Beautiful, strong, loving - -" she places a kiss to Sharon's skin after each word, moving from her shoulder to her neck, "- - generous, kind…"
Sharon's heart swells more and more with each word. A soft giggle slips between her lips when Andrea nuzzles and then kisses at the side of her neck, one of the younger woman's favorite spots.
"And you smell so good," she mumbles against the warm skin, laughing when Sharon's breath catches.
Sharon strokes her fingers through the blonde's hair, their eyes meeting when she looks up. "Thank you," she whispers, a rush of overwhelming emotions making her voice shake just enough for it be noticeable.
Andrea seems to understand that she's not thanking her for the compliment, that there's more to it than that. If possible, her eyes only become softer, just as tender as the hand that reaches up and caresses Sharon's cheek. Sharon's heart sings joyfully, her eyes alight with happiness; she smiles into the palm of Andrea's hand when she turns into it to give it a kiss.
"For many years," says Sharon as she traces the curve of the blonde's ear with a fingertip, "I didn't think I would be this happy again. I didn't seek it out, but I admit I did miss this feeling - no…" She shakes her head, 'missing it' not quite appropriate for what she wants to say. Because it was not like this before; this is a whole new brand of happy for her, one where she feels completely free and loved without expectations. "What I meant was, I missed knowing that there's someone who wants to make me happy. You've done that in ways that I'm not sure anybody else has before in my life. You-"
Andrea's eyes glisten with moisture, and Sharon stops speaking, coming to a stop with a soft breath. Sharon can feel it in the air, warm and light, tingling her skin, the look in blue eyes transforming into something tangible. Sharon forgets what she was going to say; with the way her lungs suddenly feel tight in her chest, she can't be sure speaking clearly would be possible if she knew what to say.
Andrea speaks instead, caressing the side of Sharon's face once again, lingering after the third or fourth stroke. "I can't stress enough how important you are to me," Andrea whispers, her voice soft but her words full of emotion, "how much it means to me to be able to make you happy. You've given me more than I could hope for - -" she puts her hand atop Sharon's chest and smiles, looking into her eyes, "- - and I just want to show you that I'm grateful for the opportunity to be a part of your life. Making you happy is a part of that. If I can make you feel a fraction of what you've made me feel-"
"Trust me, you make me the happiest I've been," Sharon interrupts, leaning down enough to cover Andrea's mouth with a sweet, long kiss, pouring in every emotion that races through her body. She stays like that for as long as possible, connected to the woman who, time and time again, makes her feel special and complete.
To be continued...
