Sharon stood in the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine. Her first day back at work had been uneventful. Provenza was still giving her the silent treatment even though he was the one who shot her, but even that was business as usual. The house was quiet for the first time in three weeks; Rusty had decided to stay the night at a friends and Flynn was going to be back from work late. It was getting to the point that Andy really didn't need to stay with her, but neither one was willing to say it out loud. Having his company was nice, and she'd grown accustomed to their nightly cuddling and talks on the balcony after Rusty went to bed. She was dreading the day he had to go back to his own house, but they had to properly date before they lived together.

After walking around the kitchen for a few minutes, Sharon decided it was easier just to sip her wine than it was to cook. Defeated, she flopped down on the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table. She was still dressed in her skirt suit, too worn out from the day to do anything about it. Her hip hurt from walking around all day, but at least it was healing and she didn't need the crutches anymore. She stared at the wall for a few minutes, then took another sip of wine. Home was boring without her guys-she'd gotten used to their company. Sighing heavily, she shifted on the couch again, then sighed. Maybe sitting outside would help.

She grabbed a novel off her desk and her favorite throw off her bed and headed outside. Reading would be nice, especially since she hadn't done it at all since Andy started staying with her. She tried to get comfortable on the lounge chair but somehow it just wasn't as soft as usual without Andy there. "Well, damn it.." she muttered to herself, throwing the book on the table next to her. When had she gotten to be so boring? Or so dependent on Andy and Rusty? Frustrated with herself, she went back in to her bedroom and took her suit jacket off, draping it over her footboard, leaving her clad in a tight, silk chemise and her black pencil skirt. She kicked her shoes off and tossed them in her closet. Maybe she should rearrange her closet. Or clean the bathroom. Or take a bath. All three sounded good in theory, but all three required more energy than Sharon currently had. Giving up entirely, she laid on her bed and grabbed a magazine. Hopefully Andy wouldn't be long.

Andy walked through the front door, a bottle of wine in one hand, a bag of take out in the other. "Shar, where are you?" he called out, looking out the back door. Sharon stirred on the bed, throwing the magazine down. She stood up and straightened her hair, then marched in to the living room. "Evening, detective," she muttered lazily, carrying her empty wine glass out with her.

Andy grinned as he watched her saunter across the living room, her skirt and thin chemise hugging her curves, her red hair hanging down her back in her signature tousled layers. She was perfection even when she wasn't trying. "Damn, woman. You look good," he grinned, moving towards her. Sharon smirked and held her arms out to receive him in a hug. They hadn't been physical yet, but she sure did love being in his embrace. He let a finger linger on her jaw line as he tilted her head up to plant a kiss on her lips. He playfully bit her lip as he kissed her, then let her go. "You eat yet?"

Sharon shook her head, sliding her hand in to his back pocket as he walked towards the kitchen, following closely behind him. "I just couldn't be bothered to cook. Not enough energy...so of course wine was my solution."

"Of course." Andy raised his eyebrows at her, then kissed her on the forehead. Every inch of her was just too kissable. "No problem. I grabbed veggie burgers for both of us and more wine you, your favorite kind."

Sharon was still caught off guard at how thoughtful Andy could be. She had grown accustomed to him in her home and in her arms, but sometimes he still took her by surprise; him being so nice still occasionally felt foreign. "Well, thank you.." She smiled, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "Work good after I left? Did you get the reports done?"

Andy patted her hands and moved out of her grip so he could grab some plates. Setting each burger on a plate and dishing out some fries, he crossed the kitchen to set them down on the dining room table. "Yes, ma'am. Caught up on everything. Provenza wants to know if you're coming in again on Monday. I think he still feels guilty. But we can deal with that ON Monday. No more work talk, gorgeous."

Sharon nodded and followed him to the table, "Sorry, sorry... I just like being your boss." She shot him a devious look and poured them both a glass of wine.

Andy shook his head. He didn't mind being patient because she was still healing, but she drove him wild sometimes. "Oh honey, you can be my boss any where, any time you'd like."

Sharon laughed as she took a bite of her burger. "Oh, is that so? Be careful, I may take you up on that offer one day."

And squirmed in his seat. She got extra flirtatious every time she drank and it drove him mad. "Wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." He winked at her, stuffing a few fries in his mouth. Sharon smiled back demurely and concentrated on her food. She was falling hard for him, but she was nervous about sleeping with him. It'd been so long and she still wasn't 100%. Besides that, she hadn't been swimming or running in five weeks and she felt positively out of shape. Maybe she'd better stop teasing him, tonight was probably not the night, if he even wanted to sleep with her.

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After dinner, Sharon laid on the couch, her stocking clad feet across Andy's lap. Meryl Streep's face illuminated the living room as they watched a romantic comedy-Sharon's choice no doubt. Andy rubbed her feet, concentrating on helping her relax. "You know, this would be easier if you didn't have stockings on, captain."

Sharon grinned. She was a few more glasses in to the wine than she intended and her inhibitions were definitely lower. "Oh? Well, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, detective Flynn. Let me fix that for you."

Before Andy knew what hit him, Sharon was on her feet, reaching up her skirt. A wicked smile on her face, she unhooked her thigh high stockings from her garter and slowly rolled them down both legs, throwing each one at the man sitting on her couch. "Better?" She asked politely, laying back down and throwing her bare legs in his lap. Her toes were perfectly manicured with bright red polish. Classic, just like the rest of her.

Andy nodded quietly, his pants growing uncomfortable under Sharon's legs. "Yes, that's much better...just looking out for you, darlin'. Thought it'd be more comfortable for you and all."

Sharon laughed and looked back at the television, sinking lower in to the couch. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it had to do with them having the freedom of the house, but she felt extra secure with Andy tonight. It was easier to be herself around him, especially without worrying about waking Rusty, whom she thought didn't know about them yet. Andy continued to rub her feet, slowly working his way up her legs.

Sharon closed her eyes as he massaged her legs, feeling the tension between them grow with each upward stroke of his thumbs against her tight calves. By the time he reached the top of her kneecaps it was obvious they were both worked up. Sharon moaned quietly, then opened her eyes and grinned at him. "Shall we make ourselves a little more comfortable?"

Andy sighed, ready to be with her but afraid of hurting her. "I'd love to...but are you up to it, Shar?"

Sharon sighed. She was disappointed. Was this his way of saying no politely? She sat up and took another sip of her wine, then looked over at him. "My physical fitness is fine. I feel okay." The disappointment in her voice was obvious, though she tried to hide it.

Andy nodded and stood, offering her his hand. "Well, if you're sure...you're the boss, after all."

As she stood he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, trying to alleviate her disappointment. He wanted her and if he didn't have to wait anymore he certainly wasn't going to. Sharon returned his kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. Andy moved her towards the bedroom, kissing her all the way down the hall as he walked her backwards. Once they hit the bedroom he let his lips leave hers just long enough to pull her chemise over her head and he grabbed her roughly, passion taking over in place of his manners. Her looks improved with each item of clothing removed and before long, Andy was marveling at her exquisite shape as she lay back on the bed, reaching for him to join her. Without hesitation, he climbed on top of her and she unbuttoned his shirt and pants as quickly as she could, eager to feel his skin on hers.

Sharon kissed him again, then pushed her hands against his chest to make him look at her. "You sure you want to sleep with your boss?" There was an insecurity, a nervousness in her voice.

Andy ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her gently on the forehead. "No, not my boss. My love." He said it softly, almost so softly Sharon didn't hear him. She paused for a moment, then smiled the most genuine smile Andy had ever seen on her face, but kept silent. Slowly, she ran her hands up his back and guided his lips back to hers, kissing him.

Her silence was perfect. There was no more need for words tonight.