AN: NSFW

They had to fight to keep their hands to themselves as the tumbled from the elevator and down the hall toward her condo. Sharon was a few steps above tipsy, Andy was drunk off her, and it made it difficult for them to get the door unlocked. They stumbled inside and managed to get the door shut, but neither bothered to turn on the lights.

"Andy," she breathed, her head leaning back as he sucked a series of marks onto her skin. She moaned and ran her hands down his arms. "Andy, god, I'm going to have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow."

He grinned against her skin and tugged her shirt out of her skirt so he could slide a hand up her side. She shivered and arched against him, wincing as the jamb from the doorframe dug into her back. She panted softly and tugged at the buttons on his shirt, her fingers doing more slipping than undoing.

"Screw it," he grumbled, unhappy with the limited movement her shirt and blazer gave him. He gripped her lower legs and lifted her up, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist. She winced as the jamb dug further into her back, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he started for the bedroom. "You okay?"

"God, yes." Her arms tightened until she felt the bed beneath her. "Please, Andy…"

He stepped back and she sat up, kicking her shoes off while she fought to get out of her blazer and shirt. The fabric fluttered to the ground with Andy's shirt, her skirt and his pants soon following. She barely managed to unhook her bra and toss it aside before he was on top of her, gently pinning her against the bed.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. His hands slid up her stomach to the bottoms of her breasts and he kissed her deeply, his tongue swiping against her lips.

She shifted beneath him, her legs spreading so he could settle between them. He kissed down along her jaw and down her neck until he could take one nipple in his mouth. His fingers tweaked the other while he sucked gently, his body responding to her gasps and moans. He kissed down the valley between her breasts until he reached the other one, his fingers immediately switching to tweak her damp and hardened nub.

"Please," she gasped, her body arching up into his touch. "Andy, please!"

"Patience," he chastised softly, leaning up to kiss her once more.

"I've wanted this since we left for dinner. I'm done with patience," she huffed, her body shifting beneath his again.

"As you wish, then." He grinned as he sat up and trailed his fingers down her chest and stomach. She shivered and he hooked his fingers in her panties, easing them off so they joined the pile of the clothing on the floor. "I love you."

He shimmied out of his boxers and rested his hands on her thighs, gently pushing them apart more. She finally fell still and he felt her gaze on him; he looked up to see her lips parted open and her glasses askew on her face. She looked stunning.

"Beautiful," he whispered. He slipped her glasses off and set them on the nightstand before he kissed her deeply.

"Mhmm, Andy." She hummed into the kiss, but her hum turned into a cry as he eased two fingers inside of her.

He paused, waiting for her to adjust before he started thrusting them gently. She moaned and clenched around them as she returned his kiss, her body shuddering with the unreleased tension. She moaned again—louder—and he was grateful that Rusty was out for the night. An inebriated Sharon was a passionate and loud Sharon.

"Please," she begged.

He added a third finger and continued thrusting for a moment, angling his hand so his thumb could brush against her sensitive nub. He felt her body tensing up and immediately withdrew his fingers, to a dismayed cry from the woman beneath him.

"Shhh…" He held himself over her and started to push in, moving slowly until their hips connected again. "You're incredible."

"So are you…" she moaned, her hips rolling against his. "C'mon, Andy!"

He grinned and nipped at her lip before he started up a smooth pace, rocking in and out of her. She arched up to get as much friction from him as possible. The shift drew a low moan from her which Andy caught in a kiss, their lips moving together contrary to his hips.

Their pants fell in sync as she arched against him, one of her legs wrapping around to push him deeper. She cried out his name and threw her head back against the bed, gasping as she felt her orgasm draw nearer.

"Christ!" She cried out and stammered his name as he pushed her over the edge.

"Oh, god." He crashed their lips together and held her close as he followed her, his hips pressed against hers while she coaxed him of everything he had.

He slipped out as he started to soften and curled them on their sides, Sharon's head cradled on his arm. His other arm draped over her waist and he tugged her so she was pressed against his chest, his lips ghosting over her forehead.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes closing as he tried to regain his breath. The things this woman did to his blood pressure.

She mumbled something barely coherent and snugged closer, her hand coming to rest on his chest. He smiled and in response and tugged the blankets over them, deciding he would let her sleep. They could shower in the morning and he would take care of whatever hangover she happened to have. Not to mention the bruises.