A/N This chapter is leaning towards an m rating, just a warning. Thanks for those who are continuing to read, I appreciate it. Calli, thanks for the encouragement, hope you enjoy this one! As always, the Closer and the characters aren't mine. I just wish they were!
Getting in her car, Brenda debated the merits of what she was doing, but found herself drawn to the small house across town. She had to see Andy again, needed to. Once she arrived at his place, self-doubt filled her. What was she doing?, she asked herself. She had no answer though. She walked to Flynn's front door and rang the bell. She heard a sleepy Who is it?, along with approaching footsteps.
"It's me, Lt." she said, feeling foolish.
The door opened and she faced a very happy Andy Flynn, standing there in pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt. "May I come in?" she said, flustered.
Andy stood back, gesturing for her to come in. Brenda walked into his living room, surveying her surroundings. She'd never been to his place before and found it simply decorated, very masculine. Very well taken care of, also. It was almost as impeccable as the way he dressed for work, she thought. She put her purse down on a chair and turned to face him.
"I believe we had some unfinished business before, Lt." she said, meeting his gaze.
"Did we now? Well, what do you think we should do about it?" Flynn asked, taking a step towards her.
Brenda started to undo the belt of her coat, and shrugged it off, setting it with her purse. She stepped towards him slowly. "Hm, I don't know, what do you say we start with something like this?" she closed the space between them, reaching up to his neckline and feathered it with small kisses.
Andy placed his hands on her hips, drawing her in closer. She turned her head upwards then, abandoning his neck and staring at him instead. He reached down, kissing her deeply. Her arms snaked around his neck, and the next thing she knew, he was hoisting her upwards. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, kissing him back deeply.
"Are you sure about this?" Flynn asked. He would only proceed with her permission.
"I'm sure. Bedroom?" Brenda asked.
Andy set her back on her feet, taking her hand. He lead her towards his room, hardly believing this was going to happen. Once there, he turned to face her again, pulling her in for a kiss. He slid his arms around her, running his hands up and down her fragile spine, enjoying the thrill of feeling her body against his, her arms around his neck, her aroused breasts pressed against his chest. The combination of sensations was almost overwhelming in the small room.
Shifting his hands from her waist to her butt, he dropped his lips to hers again as he walked her backwards toward the bed against the opposite wall. Teasing her lips with his, he grinned as she followed his movements, trying to capture his questing lips with hers.
Feeling the back of her calves hit the soft mattress, Brenda stopped, glancing up into Andy's eyes, darkened in passion. Momentarily entranced, she caught her breath as she felt his hands slide from her butt to the hem of her tee shirt. Staring at her as he slowly pulled the cotton material upwards; she raised her arms obediently, allowing him to pull the barrier free from her body. He looked at her appreciatively, his hand moving upwards, slowly, gently touching her breasts. She shivered, and he pulled her close, kissing her again.
Her hands tugged at his shirt, and he helped her getting it off, their upper bodies now pressed against one another, the feel of bare skin arousing both of them even more. They lowered themselves to the bed, not letting go of one another, still kissing each other deeply, their hands wandering over one another. Brenda took control then, flipping over and pinning him beneath her, her legs planted on either side of his body. She took his hands and brought them to her chest, placing them there, before bending and kissing him deeply. He gently rubbed her breasts, before reaching up and capturing one in his mouth, nipping at it, causing her to squirm. He took control again, and flipped her over on her back and rose above her. He eased her pyjama bottoms down, revealing his Chief to him. He rid himself of the rest of his clothes, seeing her smile. Apparently she liked what she saw.
Andy kissed her again, loving the feel of Brenda with him. He'd thought of moments like this over the years, of being wild with her. Instead, he was being as gentle as he could. It was like he was afraid of scaring her off, except she'd been the one to show up at his door to continue things. He slowly eased her knees apart, positioning himself to enter her. He went slowly, before picking up pace. He raised her hips, and she wrapped her legs tightly around him. She was making deep, throaty noises, the kind he'd heard her using when she was enjoying one of her treats at the office. Apparently she liked what was happening. He felt her nails scraping along her back, and knew she'd left her mark on him. He pressed his fingers into backside, pulling her tightly to him, knowing he'd leave bruises there. He lost it then, couldn't remember anything until a few minutes later when release came for both of them. He collapsed on top of her, she bore the brunt of his weight, feeling his rapidly beating heart against her. His head rested on her chest, and she wrapped her arms around it, kissing the top of his head.
Andy didn't want to lose contact with her, but when he released her, he pulled her close to him. He was afraid she'd up and disappear, this whole night being a dream. She kissed him, feathering kisses along his jawline. One of her legs was draped over his, their bodies in tight contact still. Brenda's fingers trailed up and down Andy's side, exploring what was new territory for her. She drew tiny patterns as she worked her way up and down, committing his body to her memory.
He kissed her forehead, drawing lazy circle eights against her back. "Why did you come here tonight, Chief?"
"Isn't it obvious, Andy? And don't call me Chief in here. It's Brenda. In here, it's Brenda." She stopped her ministrations to look at him, hoping he would get the message.
"I know what you were here for, Brenda, I just wondered why. I thought you were otherwise occupied the rest of the evening. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy you're here." He kissed her forehead again.
Brenda began to feel slightly uncomfortable and broke contact with him briefly to flip over, so she wouldn't have to face him. He pulled her back to him, he didn't want to break contact. His hands flitted over her stomach, his thumb tracing patterns on her midsection. She felt safe in his arms.
"I just wanted to be with someone who wants me. Who doesn't blame me for disappointing them."
Andy kissed her neck, capturing her hand in his. He just held on to her tight, afraid she'd disappear as quickly as she'd appeared. He had no idea when they drifted off to sleep, but they had. Brenda awoke with a start, breaking the embrace they had enjoyed throughout the night.
"Ooooh, I have to get home! I'm sorry, Andy, I really have to get going." She leaped out of his bed, wrapping a sheet around her as she looked for her clothes. She located them and slipped quickly into them.
Andy sat up in the bed, watching her. He didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay, have a lazy Sunday morning with the two of them laying in bed, learning everything about one another. But he didn't say anything, how could he? He'd decided to play be her rules because he didn't want to scare her away. She sat down on the bed beside him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him.
"Look, I don't want to leave, but I have to get home and sign those divorce papers. And I don't want to complicate things with Fritz." She kissed him again.
"Don't worry, I understand. Doesn't mean I don't wish like hell you would stay here with me."
Brenda smiled at him, loving his frank honesty. "I'll see you later, okay?"
"Whatever you say, Chief." Andy added, knowing she wouldn't be happy with it.
Brenda gave him a pained look and kissed him again. As she pulled on her trench coat, Andy got out of bed, throwing on his robe. He came up behind her, hugging her to him. She turned, kissing him again. She liked doing that a lot. He held her hand, walking out into the living room, where she grabbed her purse, gave him a final kiss and left his house as quickly as she appeared.
Andy sighed, walked back to his bedroom and went to have a cold shower. It was the only way he was going to be able to be able to get back to sleep.
Brenda drove off, her mind racing. What had she done?, she asked herself. She'd wanted Flynn, she'd had him, now what? How was she suppose to work alongside of him, pretending he didn't mean anything to her? And the thought flitted through her mind and took hold that she'd used him. She'd been feeling bad about getting the divorce papers, was angry that Fritz had moved on months ago, and she knew that Flynn would want to continue what they'd started earlier in the evening. She'd been right, but now she began to feel bad for using one man and in a way, betraying another. Even though he'd betrayed her first. The sun was starting to come up when she pulled into her driveway. She quietly let herself into the house, sneaking back into her room, where the doubts and recriminations took hold once again.