Author's note: Hey everyone! Thank you for coming back! This is my version of the events that happened right before 3X09, that resulted in the two wine glasses on Robert's bedside table. This is M rated for smut. In this story, a few shifts have passed between 3X08 and 3X09. Also I have never been to Seattle so I took some libraries with this one, and I might have gone a little bit too far with the smut as well. Hope you enjoy it and leave me your thoughts!
"Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do"
Like Real People Do by Hozier
They sit on the floor of his dim lit office.
It is a habit they picked up in the last few shifts, as they have been secretly together, seeing each other under the noses of the entire team.
The urge to touch each other, to feel each other during the long hours they are on duty is unbearable. They are attracted to each other, drawn to one another by an invisible force neither of them can name, but its presence is felt deeply by both of them. Yet during the hours of the day the only thing they can do is send each other stolen glances and knowing smiles when they are sure no one is looking. They can't risk doing anything that will reveal the relationship between them, and probably will put an end to it before it even had a real chance to begin.
The wait to be alone is excruciating, the hours and the minutes barely moving as the both of them wait eagerly for the moment they will finally be able to meet at the entrance to his house. When they will be able to kiss and to touch, to peel off the clothes from one another and strip the masks away as well.
She wandered into his office late at night the first shift after she told him he is the safest place she has. The first shift after they have made love to one another for the first time, learning the secrets of each other's bodies. It was late, and the entire A shift called it a night after another long call. Andy knew she needed the sleep, but couldn't bring herself to close the door to her bunk and lay her head on the pillow before she checked if he was still at the station. Before she had a chance to wish him good night, knowing that he is going to sleep in his bed without her to keep the other side of it warm.
To her surprise, she found him there, his head buried in a pile of papers, his upper teeth chewing on his bottom lip.
She comes by his office just to say good night every shift since.
She comes to say good night, then she stays to keep him company for much longer.
They always remember they are in their workplace, never letting their hands wander, never letting any pieces of clothing off. She just makes her way to the room that was previously used as a conference room, and there she stays. They talk in hushed voices, open up to each other, learning to know one another, in a way the privacy of his home won't let them. Because as soon as they arrive at his door, their lips find each other, their hungry bodies meet, and they engage in an activity of a different nature, one that doesn't leave much room to anything but eager moans and silent cries. As they sit in his office, they keep a safe distance from one another, so it looks like a conversation between two friends, rather than one between two lovers, to anyone who isn't in on their little secret.
"Robert." She whispers his name. Neither of them have been talking for a long while, the both of them just enjoying the comfortable silence and the company of the other. But her eyelids are getting heavy and her mind is getting foggy, and she knows that if she wants to get some rest before another call comes in, she needs to tiptoe her way back to her bunk sooner rather than later.
"Mmm.." His eyes are still closed, and she isn't sure if he as well was drifting off to sleep, or if he just surrendered himself to the sound of silence before she broke it harshly.
She moves a bit closer to him, presses her knees against his, and starts to draw patterns on his palm with her finger. It is a bit closer than they usually let themselves get when they are in the station, but Andy is almost certain that no one is going to walk in his office in the wee hours of the night. She is pretty sure that no one but her even knows he stays in this late, way past his mandatory work hours.
"Can..." Andy starts, but then she shakes her head, trying to dismiss the notion.
"What is it? He whispers, opening his eyes and looking deep into hers.
"Nothing, forget I said anything." She tries to let the subject go, but he is reluctant to give up.
"Andy, talk to me." He tries to coax.
"I was about to ask if we can go on a date. A real date, like real people do. You know, the place where a single man and a single woman go before they sleep with each other, before they throw love declarations into the air."
Before they break each other's hearts over and over again, she thinks to herself, but doesn't add a word.
The pain and the heartbreak are a part of their past, and there is no use in bringing them up now, as they finally managed to put the heartache behind them and form something good, something great, though new, between the two of them.
"But it is a stupid idea. We obviously can't be seen together outside of work." She shakes her head.
He is silent for a long moment, and Andy really thinks that he has let the subject go. The closest thing to a date they can have is the one they will be able to improvise in his house, and she can get on board with a takeout from their favorite Italian place and snuggling on the couch in front of a movie.
"Actually, I think I might have the perfect place." He surprises her. "How does tomorrow night sound? Before our next shift?" He suggests. "I will take care of the reservations, you will just have to dress up. There is no way I will take you on our very first date to a place I don't think is nice enough."
"And how will you manage to get a reservation so quickly?" She raises an eyebrow, but she already has a smile on her face.
"I have my ways." When she gives him a glare full of disbelief, he adds. "Don't look so surprised."
"Then, should I stay tonight back at my own apartment? You know, I don't make it a habit to spend the night at a man's bed before he even took me to our very first date." She grins.
"And after the first date?" Sullivan asks, lacing his fingers with hers. It is a risky move, a gesture of affection between two people who are obviously more than just friends, but she does nothing to pull away.
"That depends on how well it will go." Andy places a finger on her lips, as if she is contemplating the idea of going home with him. As if she didn't already spend several nights of her life in his house, in his bed, with him inside her.
"Well, I plan to make it an evening to remember."
"Good night." Andy places a quick peck on his cheek, and then makes her way to the door.
"Wait, does that really mean you won't be coming over after your shift is done?" He asks, alarmed. His whole expression changes by the idea that he won't be able to have her first thing after their shift is over, and he looks genuinely upset by the notion.
The only answer she gives him is a low chuckle, and the sound of the door closing behind her softly.
"You look... Wow." Jack gives Andy a once over, admiring her appearance. She feels uncomfortable under his stare, yet she says nothing about it.
"Thank you." She replies to the compliment, hoping and praying that it will put an end to the awkward conversation, and that Jack won't ask anymore questions.
Questions she can't possibly give an honest answer to.
This is exactly the thing she was afraid would happen, and now it comes true. He wasn't home when she arrived from the few locations she had to visit before her date. She got her nails done in a black color that matches the dress she is wearing. A perfect manicure is a luxury, one she can't keep in her line of work long enough for it to be worth the cost or the time she spends at the salon. But she went the extra step today. It is the little things that will make her entire outfit come together, after all. She made a stop at a certain store at the shopping center closest to their house as well, to pick up something for herself, but she is sure he will enjoy the items she bought immensely as well.
She showered and got dressed, curled her hair and did her makeup in a manner that is natural, yet compliments her face perfectly. Probably during the entire chaos she has been in, spinning around her bedroom like a tornado, running from her bathroom to her closet to her vanity, Jack came home, and she couldn't hear him over the music she had playing or the offensive noise of the hair dryer.
"Hot date tonight?" He asks, and maybe she is completely imagining it, but she thinks she can hear a trace of jealousy in his voice as he speaks.
The thought of lying goes through Andy's mind. She can blow it off, saying she is going on a girls night out. But she hasn't been in touch with Maya for a long time now, resenting her for the choices she made, and Vic isn't very good at keeping secrets. Other than the two of them, Andy doesn't really have any other friends who also happen to be women.
Other than her co-workers, she doesn't have any friends at all.
"Something like that." Andy settles.
"And who is the lucky guy?" Jack inquires, relentless, and Andy desperately prays he will quit the game of twenty one questions he suddenly seems eager to play, and let her leave, because she is already five minutes late, and Robert is probably waiting for her.
"Someone I am not ready to talk about yet." Andy comes up with the best answer she can think of in the spur of the moment. She places the lipstick she has on in her black clutch, which already contains her phone, her keys and her wallet, even though she is certain there is no way in this world Robert is going to let her pay for their meal. She hangs the bag over her shoulder and gives Jack a quick kiss on the cheek before she heads out of the house.
He waits for her at the corner of the street, just like they agreed on. Andy knows it is a longshot, and probably wouldn't have happened, but she was afraid Jack would pass by and recognize the car waiting in their driveway.
Better be safe than sorry, she thinks to herself.
Andy wonders how much time they would have to keep hiding, keep lying to everyone in their lives, to everyone she cares about.
She wonders what toll a secret like that has on a relationship, what is the price the two of them would have to pay for all the sneaking and deceiving they are doing.
She hopes she will never have to find out.
As she walks down the street, her high heels making tapping noises on the pavement, she thanks God for the fact that she already has a change of clothes and underwear in his house, and a toothbrush of her own standing next to his sink. Carrying an overnight bag would raise a set of long questions from Jack, and she doesn't even want to imagine what would have happened if she tried to walk of shame in this little black dress to their house come morning, or worse, to the station.
She smiles widely as she sees his car. She slides in, but as she is about to place a heated kiss on his lips, he turns, and places a soft peck on her cheek instead.
"What was that?" Andy asks.
"Well, I plan to be a perfect gentleman this date." He lets her know his plans, much to Andy's disappointment.
"So does it mean you will drop me off at my own house later, seal the date with a goodnight kiss, and then call me again tomorrow morning?" She laughs.
"Don't push it, Andy. You and I both know how this night is going to end."
The exact thought about how this night is about to end is the reason she feels warmth in the lower part of her abdomen, aching with anticipation.
Maybe dinner wasn't the best idea she had ever had. Maybe they should have skipped straight to dessert.
The sun is still up in the sky as he is driving across town, its rays filtering through the shield, blinding her. "You know, when you said a dinner date, I thought it might be a little bit later. It feels weird going around the city in a cocktail dress when it isn't even dark outside." Andy tries her luck. Maybe, with a little bit of her wit and her charm, he will give the location they are headed to.
"Andy" He whispers her name as they come to a stop in a red traffic light. The streets and roads are busy at this time of day, people returning to their homes after a long day at work, tourists going out and crowd the sidewalks in this area of the city, having a meal or hopping from shop to shop. "Can you just sit back, relax, and enjoy the surprise?" He asks.
"I hate surprises." She huffs, but says nothing more about it.
He parks his car and opens the door for her to exit, taking her hand and helping her up on her feet.
"You look..." Robert swallows the sight of her with his eyes. "You are beautiful."
"Well, thank you." She shrugs. She won't let him know that this little black dress she wears is about the only sophisticated item of clothing in her closet, which holds mainly simple sweaters and piles upon piles of crew shirts. It isn't like she goes on a date in an upscale restaurant on a regular basis, but she makes a mental note to buy a few more elegant pieces of clothing, so she will own something else other than this dress, just in case he will have another fancy date idea in his mind anytime soon. "You clean up quite well yourself, too."
It is an understatement, to say the least. He wears a black jacket and black tailored pants, but dressed it down a bit with a white buttoned down shirt underneath, which has the first few buttons popped open. He is devilishly handsome, and Andy is oh so tempted to tell him to cancel the reservation he made, and just take her to his bed.
She keeps the idea in as it comes though, knowing that his plans to be a perfect gentleman don't include eating her out instead of eating their dinner.
"Come on, Andy. You don't want to miss it." He coaxes, takes her hand in his and starts walking.
"Don't want to miss what?" She asks, but he is still reluctant to give her an answer to his plans.
When they enter the Space Needle and make their way through the line of tourists waiting patiently for an elevator to take them to the observation deck, she understands.
"You know, I think you are pretty smart. This place is packed full with tourists. No locals will voluntarily spend their evening here." She compliments, finally understanding his plans. "Which means the chances we will come face to face with someone that might recognize us are pretty much slim to none existing at all."
"Have you ever been here?" He inquires as the elevator takes them up higher, towards the upper floor.
They hold their hands together during the entire ride, neither of them wanting to let go, both of them enjoying the simple contact.
"I think Ryan and I came here on a school trip one year. Or my dad brought us over, I can't really remember."
As they step out and into the restaurant, Andy can see the entire view of the city spread across the big windows, going all the way from the ceiling to the floor. Someone shows them to their table, one placed exactly against one of the windows, giving her the opportunity to watch the landscape change as the big hall rotates slowly, with nothing abstracting the spectacle.
Robert orders a glass of white wine, only for her, since he is the one she trusts to bring them safely to his house tonight, as Andy keeps watching out of the restaurant. The sun began to descend while they made their way up, and as she watches, the entire city shines beneath her in shades of yellow, orange and red.
Andy has been born and raised in this city, has been living in this town every day since she can remember herself, and yet she never saw her own home like this before.
She can't sense it, not when her entire being is fascinated by the change of scenery outside, but he doesn't look at the view, not even once. His entire attention is dedicated to her, his eyes skimming over her appearance, starting from the way her eyes move frantically, so she will be able to catch as much as she possibly can in them, the way she bites her lower lip, the way her head tilts when she catches something she is really mesmerized by. His eyes slip down lower, to her breasts, to quite the amount of cleavage the dress she is wearing reveals, to the way it is tight around the curves of her waist, and he has to swallow hard and blink, just to realize that she is really his, that she is really the woman sitting on the other side of the table. That he had had her in his bed, and that he is going to have her over for many nights to come. That she is going nowhere. Not anymore.
"Thank you." Andy whispers as the night finally begins to take its place, and the sun disappears behind the horizon.
"I thought you might like it." Robert answers.
Andy takes her wine glass in her hand, and twists it by the leg as she thinks. "Cheers to finally having everything." She clicks her glass with his, even though he drinks nothing stronger than water, looking him deep in the eye as they sparkle, and she is sure hers shine too. She doesn't have everything, doesn't have her best friend by her side as she makes her first steps in this relationship, and she knows he would like to have his best friend around as well, if he had the chance. She doesn't have the promotion she wanted, the one she still believes she deserved, but tonight is not about the things that were taken away from them, but rather about the ones they gained.
She takes a long sip from her glass, the wine dry and burns a little as it makes its way down her throat. Not what she would have usually ordered herself, being a fan of the sweeter taste more than anything, but it will do the job, and she might let him know her preferences later. "Sorry I made you wait so long. Watching the sunset was just so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as my company." He compliments.
"Stop flirting." Andy gives him a stern look, but also a warm smile, one saying she doesn't mind the flattery and the sweet words as much as she lets on. "You know I am already going to spend the night in your bed."
"I will stop with the smooth talking only if you choose what you want to eat already. I am starving."
They order their food, she goes with the salmon, he for the steak. They decide to skip the starters and have dessert later instead, the both of them having quite the sweet tooth, apparently.
This is the first new thing she discovers about him in the night that will be filled with new information about this man she is so in love with, but still won't say those three little words to.
As the waiter takes away their menus, their fingers find each other again, lacing together. They talk and they talk, the conversation easy and flowing. They deliberately avoid the topic of past romances and have been loves, even though Robert is aware of her relationship with Gibson, and Andy knows about the woman he loved deeply, but was taken away from him too soon.
Yet tonight is about them, tonight is about second chances and finally finding the right person, the one who makes you feel everything deeply, so they stay away from the subject that makes the both of them hurt, they don't scratch open scars that never healed properly.
Instead, she tells him about what it was like to grow up at the fire station. How it felt to be a seven years old and run around with a helmet, and how she has a different memory from every knock and cranny in the fire house she is now a part of. He can't stop laughing when she tells him about the time the entire team drenched her with water, unintentionally, of course, and about her sweet, sweet revenge as she emptied buckets on top of their heads, which turned into a full on war.
Her father was furious that day, loading them with extra chores for an entire week as punishment.
"You laugh now, but you would have been so angry if it happened while you were the captain. We would have probably gotten another month of extra chores instead of just a week."
"You wouldn't have dared to pull something like that when I was your captain." Robert shrugs, and continues laughing at the top of his lungs.
"True." Andy nods. His laugh is rare and contagious, so she lets her inhibitions go, lets herself join him, laughing as well at the memory of a moment that took place years ago.
He speaks about his time in the military, and she sits and listens in awe as he tells her tales of heroism and bravery from Afghanistan and Iraq. He tells her why he decided to join in the first place and how the experience changed him, made him a man rather than the frat boy he would have probably become if he decided to head off to college, like his entire group of friends from high school did. He avoids the stories about the brothers and the sisters he lost deliberately, feeling like it isn't the time or the place to share the causes of the nightmares he still has from time to time.
They have all the time in the world, and he will tell her, eventually, he is sure of that. But he doesn't want to darken the atmosphere, weighing down the air with stories about death and injuries. Not when she looks at him like that. Like he is her own personal hero.
He doesn't want to break the illusion. Doesn't want to tell her that he might be many things, but hero is not one of them.
Their food arrives as they talk, and they each manage to take a few bites as the other one keeps the conversation alive. Their dishes are already cold when they are just past half eaten, but neither of them puts any importance to it, and they keep eating until their plates are cleared and their bellies are full.
When they aren't talking, there is a pleasant silence wrapping them, one that neither of them feels the need to break, and they just look out the big window as the restaurant moves in a slow circle, unveiling the majestic look of the city, lit by a million lights, and their reflection that shines over the water.
Andy isn't sure how, but as she eats she finishes her first glass of wine, and another one appears in front of her instead, this time it tastes sweeter, much more to her liking.
When she declares she is full, her head is already buzzing lightly, and there is a nice warmth spreading across her stomach.
"We have to try the bread pudding." Robert insists on ordering a dessert. "The reviews on the internet say it is absolutely divine."
"Fine." Andy gives in, and he smiles at her triumphantly. "But only if we share one."
And so they do. Robert orders one bread pudding for the both of them to share, and a coffee for himself. Andy declines his offer for a hot beverage, doesn't want anything to take away from the comforting sensation of the wine still in her veins.
As Andy is the first to dig into the decadent dessert, she takes a spoonful and shoves it into her mouth. The warmth of the pudding combines perfectly with the coolness of the ice cream, and the sweetness fills her senses. She closes her eyes and savors the flavors, hums in satisfaction as she does so.
"What?" She asks him when she opens her eyes and realizes he is staring at her, never making a step to try the dessert he talked so highly about. "Do I have something in my teeth?"
Robert shakes his head. Andy decided to take a leap, and as she takes another bite, the hum she lets out resembles a quiet moan more than anything else. She closes her eyes as her tongue twirls around the spoon, in a manner that is supposed to send him back to the activities they engaged in just a few nights ago.
"You are playing with fire." He warns, giving her a glare, and Andy knows exactly what he is thinking about as he moves uncomfortably in his seat, trying to reposition himself.
"Well, I happen to fight fires for a living. I am not afraid of a little heat." She teases back. "Eat your dessert." She leans toward him over the table, placing her mouth next to his ear. "And then we can go home and eat the other kind of dessert."
That does the trick, and as she sits back in her chair, he takes his first bite from the dish they are sharing. "The people of the internet were right. It is really, really good." He nods his head.
They finish whatever is left on the plate silently, looking into each other's eyes, the both of them eager to move to the next step, to make their way to his house already, but they both remain composed, eating slowly, enjoying every bite.
As they ask for the check, Andy glances outside once again, the city completely dark at this moment. She scans the inside of the restaurant too, half of the tables that have been full when they arrived now stand completely empty.
She wonders how long they have been sitting here, indulging one in the company of the other, yet makes no move to check the time on the screen of her phone.
"Did you enjoy our first date?" Robert asks.
"Immensely." Andy smiles at him. "Which will make it very hard for you to outdo yourself as you take me on our second date."
"So does it mean it was good enough for you to agree to come back home with me?" He teases, even though he knows the answer already.
She makes an expression playfully, one that has her lips pouting, as if she is actually debating the idea, and she manages to get another one of those satisfying chuckles out of him.
"Don't you think about it." Robert calls before Andy even has a chance to offer to pay the bill on her own.
"You know, you already won me over. You don't have to do all these chivalrous gestures to get me to agree to go on a second date with you."
"I told you I am about to be nothing but a gentleman, and I am a man of my word." He hands over his card, and Andy knows he won't hear anymore of it.
The way back down feels long.
He takes her hand in his as soon as they rise from their table, and doesn't let her go. They decide to walk around the building for a while, enjoying the fresh, crisp night air, neither of them wanting the evening to end, trying to prolong the sensation as much as possible.
They both know what the night has in store for them, and even though the excitement and anticipation settle low in Andy's belly at the thought of what there is yet to come on this perfect first date, she can't deny the way she enjoys the little things, like the hand he places on the small of her back as they walk, or the way he leans in from time to time to place a soft kiss on the top of her head.
Besides, they have all the time in the world.
"Are you cold?" He asks, breaking the silence as he watches her shiver.
She nods, knowing that she can't lie, not to him. The weather changed while they were having their dinner, and even though she can't say it is wintery outside, the air is definitely chilly, now that the sun is no longer out to keep her warm. Robert takes off his jacket and wraps it around her shoulders, and she can't help but breathe in the scent she is learning to know, his perfume and his fabric softener and something else she can't really put her finger on, but is uniquely him, and it fills her senses until she is dizzy.
Or that might be the outcome of the two glasses of wine she had, she isn't sure.
"Come on, let's head back to the car before you freeze to death and before those heels start to hurt your feet."
The drive goes by excruciatingly slow, her skin itching with the need to touch him, every nerve ending in her body crying with the need to feel his hands on every exposed part of her body.
As they arrive at his doorstep he fumbles with the keys, his hands shaking, and Andy can't help but think that maybe he is in a desperate need of some skin to skin contact, just as she is. As the door finally gives in and opens with a squeak, she pushes him inside and slams the door behind him, shoving him against the cool wooden surface and holds onto his shirt for dear life.
She pulls him down to her, her lips finding his. She starts to kiss him eagerly, but pulls away as she understands that he doesn't cooperate, doesn't kiss her back, doesn't open his mouth for her so her tongue could slip right in.
"Is everything okay?" She asks, alarm starting to creep into her voice.
He releases himself from the way she has him pinned against the door, his hands finding her biceps and caresses them slowly, reassuringly. "I want to take it slow." He whispers.
"You and the way you like to take things slow." Andy rolls her eyes and steps away, turning her back to him.
She doesn't want slow. She doesn't want small kisses and fingers wandering around her body. Doesn't want him to torture her and make her squirm until he finally decides it is time to let her have her release. She wants it rough, wants him now. She wants his body slamming into hers, wants loud cries, wants to come with a scream of his name.
She can feel his hands wrapping around her middle, his chin finding a spot to rest on the curve of her shoulder, and she melts into his warmth, can't be mad at him, not when he gives her neck a soft kiss and whispers "If you cooperate, I will make the wait worth your while. I promise."
He takes her purse and his jacket off of her shoulders as she answers. "I will hold you accountable to that promise."
"Oh, I am counting on it."
Robert goes to the cabinet and picks up a bottle of wine. He unscrews the top and pours the dark, red liquid to two glasses, filling them around halfway to the top. She gives him a confused look as he hands her a glass, looking deep into her eyes, waiting for her to click it with his.
"I already had two glasses of wine." Andy states the obvious. "I am not sure it is a good idea for me to have a third."
"Well, I had none, and I would very much like to share a toast with the woman I date. And besides, do you have anywhere to be? It isn't like you don't know who you are going home with tonight. I think that having another glass is a great idea."
She looks up to him and bites her lower lip. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, so now the fabric presses tightly against his upper arms, revealing the well defined muscles he hides beneath his shirt. He popped open another button, so now she is able to get a glimpse of his well built chest.
Not that she hasn't seen any of them before, not that any of this is a first to her. She had her chance to explore much more of his body, with her eyes and her hands and her tongue, yet every time he undresses, every time another piece of skin is revealed to her eyes, it is like the first time all over again. It is new and existing, and she can't get enough of it.
She can't get enough of him, and she thinks she will never be sated.
"To second chances." He calls as she hears the soft sounds of the two glasses meeting.
"To the right person, at the right time." She replies with a toast of her own, and then the both of them take a sip.
She isn't the biggest fan of red wine either, the taste too deep and too dry to her liking, but she doesn't mind the one he poured her at all. It is smooth and warming, and it feels expensive, the complete opposite of the kind of wine she usually has.
"You mentioned you danced salsa when you were in high school, right?" He asks as he finishes his drink and places his glass on the kitchen isle, then takes hers away from her grip and places hers next to his, too.
"I did." Andy nods, not sure why the one detail she shared with him over dinner is the thing that caught his attention the most.
"And how much of it do you remember?" He inquires.
"Enough." She answers. She remembers most of it, being her greatest passion for years, other than firefighting. She hasn't told him that, hasn't told anyone, really, but she continued to go and dance years after her days as part of her high school's dance squad were over.
He offers her a hand, and as she takes it, he pulls her closer, holding her tight against his body. She gives him a confused look, even though she enjoys the newfound proximity, enjoys the way she can feel his body pressed against hers in all the right places. "Well, I have a surprise for you. I used to dance salsa too."
"How come you didn't tell me that detail while I was going on and on about it in the restaurant?"
"Because, I have to keep some surprises up my sleeve." He answers, placing the hand not holding hers on the small of her back.
"I hate surprises." She breaths, as he dips her down, and her back arches. When he pulls her back up, her face is close to his, and her lips catch his in a quick kiss. He tastes like the wine they drank, and something a little bit sweeter. Andy closes her eyes, waiting for him to proceed, to deepen, to reach his tongue out to play, to fight with hers.
She hates surprises, yet she has one for him just the same.
They stare at each other's eyes for a moment, and then she makes her way up the stairs as fast as she possibly can still wearing those very impractical heels, as if she is trying to run away from him. He chases her quickly, and she laughs when she moves just past the entrance and he catches up to her.
They sway to the rhythm of a song that is not playing, dance to a beat of a melody only the two of them can hear. And though they haven't practiced it, they move in unison, the one matching their moves to the steps of the other.
She moves her hips sensually, her fingers going through her own hair, her waist and her thighs sending a clear message, one that he has only one way to interpret.
She wants him, wants him to touch her, wants him to skim his fingers and his hands all over.
They stop their impromptu dance from time to time to engage in some kissing, which turns into heated make out sessions as they grow bolder.
When he spins her again, this time a few turns at once, she loses her balance and falls down the bed. She is not sure if it is the alcohol still clouding her senses a bit, or the high heels she is not quite used to anymore, but she finds herself flat on her back nonetheless.
Robert seizes the opportunity he sees and climbs on top of her, placing his lips against her ear and whispers. "I am tempted to rip your underwear off of you and take you still wearing this dress."
And she knows the game is over.
"Please don't do it." She breaths, her voice filled with want and need as she feels his body pressed against hers. "It will ruin your gift."
"You have a gift for me?" He asks, confused. Andy nods her head eagerly, biting down on her lower lip. She moves from underneath him, standing back on her unsteady feet, leaning down so she will be able to unstrap the high heels and kick them away from her feet. His gaze follows her, his eyes dark, his pupils wide with lust, and he turns around so he will be able to get a better look of her, now sitting up on the edge of the bed, his hands supporting him.
"Keep the shoes on." He orders.
"Only if you let me have my way with you for a little while before you make good on that promise from earlier." He nods eagerly, and she straddles him, placing one knee on each side of his hips.
Andy unbuttons the remaining buttons of his shirt with skillful fingers, taking her time, doesn't want to ruin yet another one of his shirts.
She made enough mess in the past few times they have been together, left a significant number of his blouses in a desperate need of repair.
Andy pushes the fabric down his arms and off of his body, revealing his chest and his abs to her eyes, to her touch. She licks her lips suggestively, as she pushes him down with one hand, ordering him to lie down on his back.
She leans her weight on top of him, her lips finding his in another heated, sloppy kiss. Her mouth makes its way to his jaw, then down his neck and his collarbone.
She is debating her next move. She hasn't been with many men in her life, but she learned that they either love or hate what she is planning to do next. She hasn't tried it with him yet, isn't sure what his reaction to her little tease will be, since he never brought it up when they talked about what they like and what they don't, and she never asked. But the alcohol in her veins takes the better part of her, and she lowers her head and bites down on one of his nipples.
"Did you like it?" She raises her head and asks, even though the way he moans and thrusts his hips up towards her is answer enough.
He nods, his breath elaborated, his eyes shut close tightly, his mouth ajar.
So she does it again, a few times over, until she hears him mumble her name over and over again like a prayer. She moves her body down a bit, so she is pressed against his thighs. She fumbles with his belt, opens it and pulls it out of the loops of his pants as he rises himself up to a sitting position.
She rolls the leather against her palm, feeling the smooth texture of it against her skin, her thoughts drifting.
"Not today." He uses his stern, chief voice on her, the one that is conclusive, the one that doesn't leave any room for persuasion.
"Will you let me try it in the future?" She asks, tilting her head to one side and biting her lower lip at the thought of all the uses she can come up with to the items which he usually uses for his pants. "It won't hurt... Too bad."
"I might." He answers, and she knows to take what he offers and not push it any further. Andy throws the belt to the far corner where his shirt already lies, then lowers her hand to the seam of his pants, her hand going over the bulge, and he hisses.
"Now, your time is up." He lets her know. "My turn."
Robert pushes her off of him, back up to a standing position. He kicks his shoes off and undoes his pants, and in a moment he is left wearing nothing but his boxers. She turns around, waiting for his hands to unzip her dress, waiting to feel his fingers against every piece of exposed skin he will be able to find. Instead, she feels him pressed against her lower back, letting her now that he is hard and ready for her. Letting her sense the effect she has on his body.
He kisses the bare skin of the back of her neck, then his lips find her shoulder blade and his teeth bite down on it hard, but not hard enough to leave a mark.
He knows better by now, knows better than to leave bruises on her skin that will remain a testimony to their nightly activities. He knows better than leaving a mark that will make people question, even though Andy is well aware of the fact he has to hold himself back, has to gather every bit of self restraint he has not to leave a hickey on her neck or on her shoulder.
His fingers flatter lightly across the areas his mouth just devoured, his touch barely there, making her shiver, making goosebumps rise all over the skin of her arms.
Then he finds the zipper of her dress, and lowers it in an excruciating slow pace. It takes forever until she finally feels the black fabric pooling down at her feet, and she can feel him holding his breath in for a moment as he gives her backside a once over, admiring the view, his stare burning into her skin.
His fingers are on her back side again, traveling lower, exploring every new area that is now naked and revealed. He makes his way down her back, and this time Andy is the one who can't breathe, the one who feels like her lungs are on fire, like her body isn't getting enough oxygen. Her breaths are shallow as he grabs her ass, digging his fingernails deep into her flesh as he mumbles. "I think this is the best gift I have ever gotten."
"Wait until you see the front." She manages to tease, even though she isn't sure why or how they are still talking.
Paying a visit to Victoria's Secret is on the bottom of the list titled Andy's least favorite activities, but she wanted to surprise him, wanted to do something for him, since she knew he went a length to make their first date nothing but perfect. So she entered the store, and purchased the matching set of bra and thong she is currently wearing. They were quite the expanse, and are very much impractical, so the only place she can wear them is to bed with him. But even before she turns around to see the expression of his face she knows he loves the little treat she had for him, so she doesn't regret going the extra mile.
He promised her the waiting will be worth her while, but it seems like all she does is more waiting.
"Turn around, then." He orders, his voice raspy. She does as he bids, and there is a sly smile spreading across her face as she watches him glaring at the lace that leaves very little room for imagination. The bra is revealing, decorated by delicate flowers, matching the front of the thong. There are straps and strings everywhere, and a little black and white bow in the valley between her breasts, and on either side of her hips.
"Robert" She whispers his name, looking up to him, her eyes hooded. As he hums to the sound of his name, she continues. "Just be careful when you take them off, okay? I want to be able to wear them again."
"I am tempted to ask you to leave them on as I fuck you, but I don't see how this is going to work." Andy chuckles, and Robert pushes her down, until her legs hit the bedframe and she drops to her back again.
He kisses her, this time needier, deeper. His tongue slips into her mouth, his teeth biting on her lower lip. Andy's arms are wrapped around his neck, and his hands find her nipples underneath the lace, giving them a tug between his fingers. The sensation is rough, and it sends a jolt of pleasure down her body, one that makes her whimper into the kiss.
"Take it off." She pleads. Robert nods, one hand comes to her back, lifting her up a little, so he will be able to reach the other behind her back and unhook the garment with his skillful fingers.
For a man who claims to have had very few sexual encounters over the course of the last fifteen years, only enough to satisfy his needs, he knows exactly what to do.
He watches her again after he throws the bra into the little mountain of clothing forming next to the door, looking at her like it is the first time he had a chance to see her almost completely naked. His stare makes her nipple two hard peaks, makes her feel her thong becoming wet and slippery between her thighs, and she hates the fact that he has that kind of influence on her body, without even needing to touch her. She hates the way she is putty in his hands, but she also loves it at the very same time.
"I don't know if I like it better with the bra on, or off."
"Robert?" She calls his name.
"Mmm?" He hums, and Andy laughs a little, because it is crystal clear that he doesn't look her in the eye, but rather quite fascinated by the way her chest rises and falls with every needy breath she takes.
"Stop talking." She orders, and he is happy to obey. His mouth catches one of her nipples as his fingers take the other, and he bites down and pinches at the same time, hard. The feeling, pleasure mixed with just the right amount of pain is perfect, just what she needed, just what she wanted, and as he hears her letting out a small cry of "Yes", he keeps going, to her encouraging moans and cries. He only manages to do it a few times over before she moves uncomfortably under him, trying to find something to rub against, trying to find anything that will alleviate the pain she feels between her legs.
"You need some of my attention down there, don't you?" He asks, pleased, and she nods. If she could, if she wasn't so worked up as she is right now, she would have punched him playfully, would have erased that smug smirk off of his face.
He lets go completely, and she whimpers at the loss of all contact, at the way she feels nothing but air against her breasts. Then his hand moves down, lower, and Andy can't breath as she waits for him to touch her.
He plays with the threads of the thongs, touching the underwear, moving his fingers around her outer lips, but never pushing in, never brushing against her clit to provide her some kind of relief.
After he gives her the orgasm she needs, she is going to kill him.
"Soaking wet." He whispers, knowing so just by the touch of her thong.
"Stop giving yourself compliments." She manages to hiss.
He takes the thong down her legs carefully, slowly, and Andy regrets asking him to do just so. He throws it away, and then she is naked, finally. The only thing she still has on are her shoes, but it isn't like they are the thing denying him access to where she is already pulsing. She feels everything. She is burning from the inside out, her entire body on fire.
And just when she thinks he is finally, finally going to make a move in the right direction, he climbs up her body.
"I hate you." She mutters as he kisses her neck, placing soft, wet pecks all the way down.
"Herrera" He pins her head above her head. "I had just enough of the insubordination." He says, sending her back to a night when they have already been in love with each other, but have been anything but lovers at the same time.
"Yes, Chief Sullivan." She answers. It does something to him, that alias, changes something in him.
She asked him about it when they had that conversation the night she knocked on his door, begging him to kiss her. They have made love that night, in a simple way. It was a night of wandering hands and heated kisses, and in the afterglow, they asked each other questions. Not enough to reveal everything, not enough to take away from the fun and excitement all the firsts have in store for them, but enough to set boundaries, enough to avoid doing things the other completely dislikes.
She asked him about using his official title in bed. He refused to answer that one, so she tried it, referred to him as chief or sir whenever he had her pinned under him, whenever he had control, and she was his subordinate.
And it makes something shift in him every single time, makes him release a low groan, makes him get rougher around her, hungrier.
Tonight is no different.
His mouth finds her again, biting hard, and she thinks she can taste a bit of blood coming from her lips. His tongue draws patterns, starting from her jaw, down her neck, to the valley between her breasts. He deliberately avoids touching any of them, even though she knows the feel of them in his hands, in his mouth, is as satisfactory for him as it is for her. He goes down further down, kissing her abs, dipping his tongue in her belly button. He is almost there, almost where she needs him, his head already disappearing between her thighs. She manages to grab on his shoulders, manages to dig her fingernails into his back, encouraging him to proceed, opening her legs further apart from each other to allow him easier access.
She cries when he gives her one long lick, his tongue barely brushing her bundle of nerves, and then he lets go.
"You are going to pay for this." She threatens.
"We will see about that."
He undoes the straps of her shoes, letting them fall down to the floor and shoves them away. He kisses a pathway up her left leg, moving up slowly from her ankle to the inner side of her knee, and up her thigh.
"Andy, tell me what you want." He asks.
Dirty talking, that is another thing he seems a fan of when they are in bed.
"Fuck you." She answers.
"Oh, I know you plan to. Now tell me what you need, or else I am going to do the exact same thing on your other leg." He threatens, and she knows he can, knows he will.
"I need your lips on my clit." Andy begs, her chest raising and falling in a frantic rhythm.
"Don't hold back. There is no one here to hear you." Andy nods, and then she feels him exactly where she needed him.
Apparently, she is not the only one who recalls details from that night, from the night she told him she would like him to go down on her in every chance he has.
There is a surge of acute pleasure going through her body when he bits down, and she lets out a loud moan, doing exactly as he asked. There is tension starting to build in her lower belly immediately, one that grows with every suck and lick. He adds two fingers in, pumping, moving inside of her, and her head is spinning, her fists gripping the bed sheet hard enough for her knuckles to turn white.
"I am really, really close." She breaths, but then she is afraid, scared that he is going to stop just as she is about to fall over the edge. Terrified that he is going to use that information to taunt her further.
He doesn't stop, but rather adds a third finger inside of her, his hands move faster, deeper, his lips sucking harder.
She comes with a loud scream of his name as the pleasure washes over her. He doesn't still, just slows down the pace a bit, trying to get her to ride her climax for as long as possible.
Andy can't open her eyes. She tries to speak, but her throat is dry, and she isn't able to breath in deep enough to make words form on her tongue.
"You know, you can take your hand out of me." She tells him, half jokingly half seriously, as his fingers stop their motion inside of her, but he keeps them there nonetheless.
He responds with a kiss, and she can taste herself on his lips. "I want to work you up a little further, so you will be ready for me."
"I am ready." She tries to pull him on top of her, but he stays.
"Tell me when you need something more ." He asks. She takes a deep breath, readying herself to the sensation, and then nods lightly, giving him the all clear.
Everything seems heightened after she came the first time. His hands move slowly at first, like he usually does. At the beginning it is nothing but a slow rotation of his thumb against her clit, making her feel again, making her toes curl with low pleasure. He adds his fingers back slowly, one by one, and there is a buzzing sensation in the back of her head. It is slow and lingering, and it is not enough to make her fall over the edge again.
"I want to come with you inside me." She breaths. "Please." He takes his fingers out, and they make their way up the bed.
"You on top?" He asks, even though he knows the answer already.
She is always on top, and he doesn't mind it even one bit.
"Actually, can we try something new today?" She suggests. "Maybe from behind?"
"Lie down on your side." He orders, and she does just that. She feels it again, the giant block of anticipation that seems to be pressing down on her belly. Andy can hear the noise of his bedside drawer opening, then closing, and feels him positioning himself right behind her, his boxers gone somewhere in the process.
"What are you doing?" She asks, snitching the condom away from his grasp and throwing it away. "We don't need them anymore."
"Force of a habit." Robert apologizes.
They took care of that matter just before the last shift they had.
They snack into Grey Sloan with their uniforms, and being first responders, they got to cut the line. They had their blood work done, and not long after, while Andy was doing her chores, rubbing the same spot on the ladder over and over again nervously, she got the phone call telling her that she is clean.
When he looked at her from the catwalk, smiling and nodding his head just slightly, she knew he got the same results too, and they could finally ditch the condoms and just stick to the pill.
She can feel him hard behind her, just waiting for her sign to proceed, and when she nods and closes her eyes, her body surrendering to the sensation, he pushes himself into her, inch by inch.
"How does it feel?" He asks, always making sure she is comfortable, that she enjoys herself just as much as he does.
"Good." She swallows. "Great."
She doesn't have to ask him the same question, the low, deep groan he releases into her ear as he starts to move inside her giving her all the answer she needs. He bites down hard on her shoulder as he moves inside of her, and she reaches her own hand forward, rubbing her clit, helping herself get to the finish line once again.
"You, touching yourself." He mutters.
"You like to watch?" She asks, and she isn't sure how she is still talking, isn't sure how she is still breathing as she is so, so close to coming again. She can't look at him, can't bring herself to twist her neck just so as she can feel him moving deep in and out of her, constantly rising the pace, but she can feel him nodding to say that yes, he would like that.
She makes the mental note right as her walls tighten around him, and she comes with a soft cry.
He is still moving inside her as she comes down from her high, but it doesn't take him much longer until he empties himself inside her.
And then there is just the heavy sound of their breaths, and the way his fingers remove a lock of hair covered with her own sweat from her face, and tuck it behind her ear.
"That was..." He places the last kiss to her sticky shoulder, and then pulls himself out.
"Yeah." Andy agrees.
"I am going to get something. Stay right here." He kisses her on the lips this time, and then disappears, out of the room and down the stairs.
Andy uses the time to pop into the shower, her legs still jiggly, her mind still spinning. She uses his body wash to scrub away as much of the sweat and grime as she possibly can, being careful not to wet her makeup. She will take care of that later.
When she steps out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her, he is still not there. She gets dressed, throwing on one of the few pieces of underwear she keeps in his drawer, and one of his crew shirts, then crawls back to his bed.
"You got dressed." Robert gives her a pout. He holds the two glasses of wine they left empty on the counter earlier that night, before they got so occupied with each other, now back to being half full.
"More wine?" She asks , yet takes away the glass he offers gratefully.
He doesn't answer her question, just looks deep into her eyes as he raises his glass. "To dating." He proposes.
"Like real people do."