AN: NSFW

He was content to wait. He respected her decision, admired it, and he was content to wait. When the news came and the judge declared her marriage over, he felt his heart jump into his throat. After so many months and she could finally be his.

To spare Rusty, they had agreed to meet at his apartment. It was dark by the time she knocked on his door, the front step lit by the florescent lightbulb by his door. When he glanced through the peephole, he found himself distracted by the low cut of her dress—she had changed since work. He managed to drag himself away and open the door, a smile crossing his face as she looked up.

"I was worried you weren't going to answer," she murmured, her eyebrow shooting up. She smiled and stepped into the house.

"Sorry." He shrugged a little and shut the door behind her. "You're still going by Raydor?"

She huffed softly and stepped out of her heels, putting her several inches below. "Too much paperwork if I go back to my maiden name," she sighed. "As of today, I'm officially unmarried and single."

Andy bent down and kissed her softly. "You may be unmarried, but I wouldn't consider yourself single." She hummed against his lips and rested her hand on his chest, her fingers lightly tangling in the fabric. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Would I be here otherwise?" She ran her free hand up his arm until she could rest it on his neck, gently tugging him down into another kiss.

"Bedroom?" He rested a hand on her hip and pulled her against him, a soft moan slipping from her lips.

"Lead the way."

He reluctantly stepped back and took a deep breath as he tangled their fingers together and tugged her down the hall to his dark bedroom. Neither bothered to turn on the lights and he fumbled with the zipper on her dress, his fingers finally closing around the warm metal so he could tug it down. Her dress slipped off as the zipper moved until it was a pile at her feet.

"Andy…" She groaned softly and slipped her hands under his shirt, her fingers spreading out across his skin.

He hummed in response and dropped his hands from her bra to tug his shirt over his head. She hummed softly and stepped close to him, her lips finding his in the darkness. As they kissed, he pushed down her panties down and stroked his thumb along her hip. She unhooked her bra and dropped it before he pushed his pants and boxers aside, immediately tugging her down to his bed.

She groaned in surprise as he rolled on top, planting one hand on either side of her head to push himself up. Their hips brushed and she gasped, her head tilting back. Grinning, he kissed down the exposed skin, careful not to make any marks until he reached the top of her breasts. She moaned and shifted beneath him, one hand tangling in the sheets as her other tugged his head up for a deep kiss.

"God, your mouth," she moaned, her body tensing in anticipation as he trailed his fingers over her pale skin until he reached the apex of her legs. "Andy…"

He nipped at her lower lip and eased a finger inside her, feeling her walls flutter gently. He hummed and adjusted his position so he could hold her leg aside with his other hand, slowly moving his finger in and out. She gave a sharp cry as he added a second finger and he paused a moment before he started scissoring and spread them to stretch her.

She stammered his name and he trailed kisses along her stomach, tracing her belly button and C-section scar with the tip of his tongue. His fingers continued moving within her until she relaxed enough for him to add a third. Her hips started rocking off the bed, pushing against his fingers and shuddering as he brushed his thumb across her sensitive nub.

"Ready?" he asked, breathless from watching her shift and writhe beneath him.

Her mouth was parted open but she managed nothing more than a moan as he slipped his fingers from her body and gave himself a few quick strokes. She propped herself up on her elbows a little to watch as he spread her legs apart more and settled between them.

"God, you're amazing," he whispered, his fingers lightly trailing along her stomach again. She shivered and her breathing hitched, watching him now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness.

"Don't make me beg," she whispered in response.

Andy let out a hum and positioned himself at her entrance, carefully inching his hips forward. She shifted beneath him and his hand came to rest on her hip as he bottomed out, his fingers lightly digging in. He waited, their hips pressed together, knowing it had been a while for both of them.

Finally, just as he thought he would implode if he didn't move, she nodded quickly and pushed back against him. She moaned lowly as he withdrew and then pushed back in, struggling to maintain control of himself. After a few slow thrusts, he had a steady rhythm set up and the sound of their bodies connecting joined the sounds of their moans and pants.

"Oh, God. Sharon," he panted into her ear. He nibbled on the lobe and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin just behind it, his hands tugging her hips up a little to adjust their position.

"Andy," she panted in response, her body shuddering beneath his as she tried to push back.

He tightened his hold on her to keep her in place and rocked his hips harder, hearing her moans rise up in octaves. He grunted and kept hitting the same spot, Sharon dissolving into incoherent moans within moments. Her arm reached up over her head and she arched her back, her position leaving her chest completely vulnerable to him. He took advantage, his tongue reaching out to trace her nipple and flick over it as her moans started increasing in volume.

It didn't take many more thrusts before she was clenching around him, panting and gasping as pleasure washed over her. Seeing her out of control tugged Andy after her and he emptied inside her with loud moans of his own, her body's aftershocks triggering his own.

It took a few moments before it passed and he felt himself start to soften. She remained where she was as he collapsed beside her, immediately tugging her into his arms so he could kiss her cheek and nose along her neck. She hummed weakly and curled closer to his warmth, a shiver running through her as he rested his hand on her stomach.

"Christ, Andy," she huffed, breathless with a lazy grin spreading across her features. "I'd expect that to be followed up with an incredible shower, but I don't think I can move."

Andy chuckled and she rested her head against his chest, listening to the hammering of his heart that mimicked her own. "What about a bath instead? I can carry you?"

Her hand found its way to his chest and she absently tapped out a rhythm, her head shaking a little. "No, we need a shower. Just… in a minute, yeah?"

"Or twenty." He grinned and kissed her head, managing to take a deep breath as his eyes sank closed. "Was that worth the wait?"

"Yes," she answered softly. "Unmarried, but not single and alone." She fell silent for a moment and he wondered if she had drifted off. "Thank you for waiting, Andy."

"It was worth the wait."