Here's a small confession for all of you, or a huge confession for me. I had a very hard time writing the last chapter and even more publishing it. I knew it was necessary at least to my story after playing so much with their stares and touches but I had never written anything like that. It still makes me quite nervous just thinking about it. I read over it a few times before publishing it. But I always read the chapters one last time, again after I publish them but I have not been able to get myself to do that. I have written many stories since I was a little girl but not one has ever been a love story much less a romance. Writing for these two has slowly brought out characters that resided in me that I never knew about. It may have been a quick update but it was a whole day and night of process and writing. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I worried over it. Here is the continuation, please enjoy and thank you again for those who continue reading. And even more to those who have left me reviews. I' love to know what you think, it helps me know where to take the story, if and how I should continue this love story.
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"Andy?" She shakes him lightly, they are still embraced in each others arms. "The phone." She whispers.
He only mumbles. She grins and wraps herself in a sheet and walks towards the ringing phone. The sheet causing her to stumble as she walks. She finds his shirt in the living room and drops the sheet and pulls it over her, leaving the sheet behind.
"Aha," she finds his house phone ringing. And motions to answer it but stops herself.
The ringing stops. She sees her cell phone and picks it up.
"Sharon." She can here Andy from the room. She picks up the sheet on her way back.
"Coming." Her voice sounding a bit dazed.
She finds him standing putting on a pair of pajama pants. She would love to run her hands along his bare skin but knows if they start she won't be able to get home anytime soon. He turns around hearing her come in. He smiles at her when he sees her in his shirt. She's leaning at the doorway. His white T-Shirt covering her up but exposing her beautiful legs. Her hair a mess, but still looking perfect. And then he frowns.
"You take advantage of me sleeping to get your phone." She looks at him confused. And then remembers.
"No, no you're home phone kept ringing." She moves towards him handing him his phone he pulls her in forcefully. She had been his arms just till minutes ago, but her body still runs a chill of heat with his touch.
"You should always wear that look." His voice deep. And he lingers at her. "You look even more beautiful today." He's has called her beautiful before but this time his words sound more true then ever before. He kisses her gently.
"I'm not sure a T-shirt and nothing else is appropriate work attire." She teases him.
"Nothing else." She nods, bitting the inside of her lip and grinning at him.
He runs his hands along her waist towards her back and slowly moves down to her butt.
The house phone starts to ring and he lets out a sigh of frustration. But he still tries taking it from her hand but she moves it away. Now that they're touching again, she doesn't want to let go. The phone continues ringing.
"Sharon." She won't give him the phone and has his lip between hers. "The only...people that call...my house number...is when they call...me in for a case." She's kissing him over and over.
This stops her immediately. Looking at him worried but also frustrated. She kisses his neck as he answers the phone.
"Lieutenant Flynn." He answers grinning at her.
"What the hell Flynn, I've been trying to reach you for an hour now." Sharon can hear Provenza's voice ring through the phone.
She stops and looks at Flynn with concern. He hits speaker and lets her listen.
"Rusty has been calling me..." A panic comes over her, she almost says something but Flynn holds a finger up to his lips.
"...says the Captain hasn't made it home and told him a few hours ago she would be back in a few minutes." His voice sounding irritated.
Sharon looks completely distraught and turns on her phone.
"What did you tell the kid?" Andy running one of his hands through Sharon's back.
"She was working a case and hadn't had a chance to call her. I don't want him to worry unless we have to. Look Flynn before we call missing persons or send out the blues looking for her I thought maybe you had an idea where she was." His voice suspicious and irritated. Sharon darts him a hard look.
Her phone begins to ring. And frazzles trying to silence it and runs out of the room. Hearing behind her, "what the hell was.."
He must have taken him off speaker because she doesn't hear anything else. She walks to the living room and answers the phone.
"Hey Rusty, I'm so sorry I didn't call you, I've been stuck on this case and couldn't find my phone. I forgot to have one of the guys call you."
She feels his arms wrap around her from the back. He kisses her shoulder and slowly moves up her neck. His hands running all along her torso. She hums. And pulls away turning to him giving him another long stare.
"I will be home in about an hour. Go to bed, I'll see you tomorrow." Her voice sounding motherly.
"That doesn't give us much time but we can have a little bit of fun." He starts moving towards her.
"No, no, no." She's giggling as he moves slowly closer to her. He pulls her in. Her arms folded up at the elbows, covering the front of her chest, her hands close to her neck.
"An.." He does something at her neck that makes her lose her words. He uses this to his advantage and moves to her mouth, parting her lips ever so slightly.
He starts moving her to the couch.
"Andy. I have to go." She loses her breath while he kisses her more forcefully.
He keeps moving her to the couch. Raises his head and faces her, he smiles at her and looks into her eyes.
"Ok." He says it simply. "You can go." But keeps moving her, staring at her.
She doesn't want to go. But she has to. Yes, Rusty is waiting for her. She feels his arms rub her back. She'll kiss him one more time. She's overwhelmed by his taste. Okay she can stay just a little longer.
She gives in and leans in for another kiss. Wrapping her hands around his neck. She knows they are at the couch and before he can turn them around she pushes him down, making him sit. She smiles at him and he can't help but be pleased by the force she uses.
She leans down and kisses him only gently, then parting his mouth, taking nibbles at his lip and then letting him take over, she sits on him. Her knees bend at either side of his thighs, her body touching his. Her hands around his neck one in his hair. His hands running along her back. The kiss more intense.
She moves her hips back and forward and can feel him, get harder. She takes course at his neck, remembering how he couldn't resist her small bites and gentle kisses. She heard him take a deep breathe, it has the effect she wanted.
Her hand comes down between her legs and reaches into his pant touching him over his underwear. Her hand gliding over it, until she pulls back his pants and underwear and lifts herself onto her knees.
And lowers herself onto is cock, he groans a loud groan and she repeats herself several times. She stops by kissing him but gently thrusting her hips and moving them in circles.
She can see his desperation and slowly moves up and down, he groans. She starts moving faster, both of them panting heavy. And then slows down, just gently moving herself.
He moves his hands through his shirt on her and caress her body, he can see it in her face. She's longing for this. He puts his hands on her breast, and over his shirt where he can see her nipples push through his kisses each one gently, causing a subtle sensation run through her body.
His hands travel down to her hips and helps her move up and down and she speeds up the pace. His hands grabbing tight of her. They are thrusting into each other, body to body they are sweating.
Her panting becomes shrieks and his become moans and her pace and movement become harder and stronger.
"I can't...take it anymore." His voice sounding in desperation.
And together, almost as if they choreographed it. Both their backs arch, they both whimper and she keeps moving. He holds on to her desperately and as if the music is going to end for their final move, he lets out a loud desperate groan and she too lets out a crying moan. Their bodies sweating and trembling against each other. His hand on the small of her back, massaging her. She's in his neck, his head back on the couch.
It wasn't as earth shattering as hours before but it was enough for them to feed their tingling bodies.
"We really got the hang of this don't we?" His head pulling up, kissing her on her neck.
"I haven't felt this way in such a long time." Her voice with exaggeration.
"And what is that? Tired, hungry, ready for another go?" He jokes with her.
She moves onto her side. He pulls up his pants and she wraps
her legs over his legs. Her head ion his shoulder her arm caressing his chest. One hand behind her back the other hand starts running along her legs. He has been admiring them for so long and now they lay in his lap. This thought makes him smile.
"Like this. So comfortable that even being like this makes me want to be held in your arms tighter." He embraces her kissing her on the forehead.
"Are you hungry because I am." She hears his stomach rumble and she grins.
"Starving. But I should have been home already." She pulls away from him. He pulls her back and grabs her chin and kisses her over and over. Making her sink into the couch as he moves over her. One leg on the floor the other on the couch with his knee.
"Andy, I'm serious. Please." He is now kissing her collarbone.
"Okay, okay." Sounding frustrated but sincere. He goes in for one long deep kiss and stands up. He helps her up too.
"I'll make a quick snack." He walks towards the kitchen. As she walks towards the bedroom.
She comes out, to him eating grapes and strawberries. She has her jeans on and her shoes, but still wearing his t-shirt. He can see her buckle her bra underneath the shirt and turns to him. He cant help but love see her do that with such ease.
"So I forgot to ask. Why is it that Provenza thought you might know where I was?" Her eyebrow raising up.
"He was right." His words casual.
"You didn't tell him I was here, did you?" She sounds worried.
He stands up holding a strawberry and brings it to her mouth, she takes a bite. And he gives her a kiss.
"Sharon even if I would have denied it, he wouldn't have believed me." He shrinks a little afraid of what is coming.
"You mean to tell me, that...Oh no... Lieutenant Provenza knew I was here at your house. How am I going to face him on Monday?" She walks around the kitchen a little frantic but more noticeably worried.
"Sharon. Sharon. I told him we were together. Not that we were here. He had already given me talks about my feelings for you." This makes her pull her head back a little. "He knows. Plus he couldn't care less. He just wants to hear nothing about it." He smiles at her.
"I don't know if that's true or if you're only trying to make me feel better but I have to go home. Plus I want to hear more about these talks about your feelings for me." Her voice teasing him. She looks around. "Nice kitchen by the way." He giggles letting her finish the strawberry he holds out for her.
"Next time you stay here all night. And day. As long as you wantt. I can cook in this kitchen for you." He reaches a hand around her waist.
"Hmmm next time. Next time?" She hums these words.
"What you're not going to runaway from me, are you? They are swaying side to side, giggling.
"Let me ask you. Did you plan tonight?" She scrunches her nose at him.
"Honestly?"
"Yes, honestly." Her arms run up and down his.
"No. I was hopeful. But this, what happened, I could have never planned that." His words strong and sincere.
She gives him a peck on the lips and pulls out of his hold. Moving into the living room.
"If I don't get out of here now, then I don't know what will happen next." He realizes just as he walks into the living room that she was turned on by his words.
She motions to pull off his shirt from herself, "no, no." His voice with a tremor.
She looks at him confused. He answers her questioning look, "If you do that then we will be in serious problems. Or glorious problems. But then you'll never leave." She smiles at him.
"Then I keep it." Almost like a command.
"It looks better on you anyway." Shrugging his shoulder and taking a bite of the fruit.
She smiles and puts her sweater over the shirt. He walks over to her with the bowl of fruit in his hand and he holds out a grape, she slowly bites into the grape. Dragging it out slowly from his fingers. She know she's teasing him and he finds this incredibly sexy.
She holds the grape between her teeth and grins. He kisses her and feels the grape pop between their lips.
She leans down to grab her keys and phone and his body and mouth follow not wanting to let go.
"Wait. I need to change to take you."
She frowns. "Then I might as well stay here." Her words coming out sarcastically.
"Oh please do." He groans the words.
She smiles. "The sun is coming up and Rusty should be waking up soon. You know I am responsible for him. I can drive myself, after everything we did. I don't think driving will be what aggravates my wound." She gets a flirty look on her face.
He has a grin. "Let me just walk you down then." He starts walking towards the room.
"Andy. I will call you as soon as I get home and I will see you Monday. I need to go and our goodbyes here and then down there. I'll be here till Tuesday if we continue this way." She is practically bouncing up and down on her toes in temptation.
He starts to trace back at all that had happened in his mind and says, "yes go, images and thoughts coming back and if you keep standing here.."
"Got it. Thank you." She walks to the door. And then moves back towards him, leans in gives him a kiss before he can grab her and walks away.
She opens the door looks back at him, he winks. The door closes behind her.