I am finishing this because someone recently found it on AO3 and asked me to finish it. I'm sorry this show isn't on anymore because it was fun writing it. I've been watching re-runs while finishing this up so that's helped.
Thanks again for reading my stories. I'm working on mostly originals now.
Someone yells out and Sharon wakes with a jolt. An excruciating pain radiates down her neck. She doesn't know how long she's been asleep at her desk, but it was long enough to tamp down the flaming desire to be with Andrea. At least temporarily. The need never completely went away and definitely not for very long.
Her office door is still closed with all the blinds pulled. The noise must have come from the bullpen. Sharon stretches her neck and rubs her hands up and down her face. At this point makeup is an afterthought. All of them were worse for wear after this case and the quarantine on top of it.
She just wanted to get out of this place and away from these people. As much as she cared for them and the work they did, she needs a break. Dreaming of Andrea's beach house planted a yearning in her for fresh sea air, warm sun, cool sand, and orgasms stronger and more satisfying she's ever had.
A small sound pulls her attention to the couch on the far wall. A smile pulls at the corners of her mouth as she stares at Andrea curled, sleeping soundly. The last time she'd watched Andrea sleep was that night at the beach house. The first time they'd had sex. The first time they'd had sex countless times. The first time Sharon felt alive again. The first time Sharon had left Andrea sleeping naked in a bed she hadn't wanted to get out of.
"Mmmmm" Andrea moans as she stretches her back and arms. She notices Sharon smirking at her. "What are you thinking about?" Andrea's deep, hoarse voice almost sends Sharon to her knees. Deep morning voices, especially this one, was a vice for her.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
Andrea laughs. "You know damn good and well what would have happened if I had woken you in the state of sexual frustration we were both in."
Sharon cocks her eyebrow. "Are in. Sexual frustration we are in."
"What we did yesterday isn't something I would ever do. Have ever done. Obviously the risks we took made what we were feeling even more intense but I wouldn't take back any of it. I wanted it to happen. Well I wanted more to happen but..."
Sharon nodded. Andrea was right. They couldn't risk their careers and reputations for a night of quenching sex. Although the risk and rewards were almost worth it. Sharon has thought about the what ifs many times.
The door crashes open pulling them from each other's glares. "Captain, we've got something." Sanchez pops his head in and out with his excited statement. The door remains open.
Sharon jumps out of her chair and smooths her pants legs and shakes her hair out.
"You look beautiful." She hears Andrea whisper as she steps through the door. Her stomach drops. She wasn't supposed to feel this way. Andrea wasn't supposed to say those things.
But she likes hearing it. She likes the way it makes her feel. She doesn't want to like it. She wants to hate it. It's just supposed to be about sex. The sex with Andrea makes her feel alive.
Sharon stands with everyone else listening to the new evidence that's come to light overnight but her legs are shaking. Thankfully it seems like having nothing else to do but work all night works in their favor and the break they need came through.
Sharon doesn't see Andrea come up behind her to listen to the briefing but she hears the clacking of her heels. Sharon memorized her gait a long time ago. She feels her standing right behind her right shoulder. Feels her take a breath before she speaks. Feels the shoulder brush against her own as she walks by.
"I'll get the warrant started." Andrea announces. Sharon nods curtly as they go their separate ways.
Just as everyone starts working on their own task at hand, Dr. Morales and the same health department team from the day before march into the bullpen. Everyone stops what they're doing and waits for some kind of announcement.
Dr. Morales raises his hands and smiles. "Everyone can relax. Buzz isn't contagious. The quarantine is over." The group marches out just as quickly as it marched in without any further explanation. It's almost over.
Provenza slams his hat on his head and quickly exits to the elevators without a word. The rest of the team goes back to finishing up their work so they can go home too. It has been a long few days.
Sharon watches Andrea on the phone with the judge getting the court order. Andrea taps the toe of her shoe into the linoleum floor causing her calf muscle to flex and relax. Soon she would leave to go home too, leaving Sharon alone. Again.
Andrea feels the green eyes burning into the back of her. With the phone still to her ear she turns to look over her shoulder at the auburn haired captain who has opened a new chapter to her life.
This is the most time they'd spent together in the same building since their agreement. It is tortuous for Andrea and complicated for Sharon.
Sharon pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as their eyes meet. To anyone else it would go unnoticed but for them it's a parting.
A few hours later Sharon steps out of the hottest shower she'd ever taken. The hot pulsating water. The calming eucalyptus scent invading her senses. The soap washing off two days worth of stale police grime.
But it's Andrea who keeps popping up in her head. Sharon left Andrea standing in the bullpen without another glance or word.
She pads to the kitchen in her bare feet. All she wants is a bottle of red wine and some peace and quiet. The case was over so her mind is free of victims and suspects and evidence. But there is no way to remove Andrea from her active thoughts. Visions of the blonde bounce around in her head ever since she walked out of police headquarters.
The chaste touches were not enough for her. They just kept the embers smoldering. But she has to get them out of her head if she wants to have any kind of quiet for the immediate future. At least for the next 48 hours.
She brings the bottle of wine and a glass to the couch. She doesn't bother turning on the tv or radio. Tonight it's about resting. Taking a large sip of the wine, she reclines on the sofa propping her feet on a pillow and opens the books she pulls from under the coffee table. She always stashes her books or Kindle here because no one would find them there. Her books were her own private escape. No one would believe Captain Sharon Raydor would have a borderline obsession for lesbian romance stories.
She chuckles at the thought.
An hour later the book rests face down on her chest. The empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. Her deep breathing wasn't from sleep but from trying to calm herself after a particular steamy sex scene. Any other time she would have indulged her throbbing and wet center but tonight she doesn't want the feeling to go away. In her mind it's Andrea in the scene with her. Andrea is screaming her name.
A knock at the door sends her upright. Her mind immediately runs through who it could be. Rusty is away with friends...
Ha. She laughs to herself. Besides Rusty she has no one else who would just show up at her house unannounced. She contemplates not answering but the knocking continues and becomes more insistent.
Sharon pulls the door open and in barges a blonde blur. Before she knows what's happening the door is pushed closed and Andrea has Sharon pressed against the door with her lips devouring Sharon's mouth and neck. Andrea's quivering hands untying the purple silk robe and letting it pool on the floor at Sharon's feet.
Like moths to a flame Andrea's hands find Sharon's breasts. Her nipples hard and wanting. Her salivating mouth latches onto Sharon's nipple. Teeth and lips nipping and pulling the sensitive nub. Sharon's moans bring Andrea to her knees. Her big blues eyes look up at Sharon whose mouth is agape with wanton need and utter shock and surprise.
Andrea chuckles deeply before she swipes the tip of her tongue along Sharon's dripping slit. She feels Sharon's fingernails dig into her shoulders. The pain presses her deeper. She can't get enough. Can't get deep enough. Can't taste enough. She spreads Sharon with her thumbs so she can glide the flat of her tongue along her whole length before sucking her hard clit between her lips.
There's no need to draw this out.
Sharon grunts as her head bangs against the door. Her eyes squeeze shut. The orgasm that started building 2 days ago hits with a flurry and too fast. Andrea softened her grip but didn't move from Sharon's center as the ripples pulsed through.
Andrea stands swiping her slick lips with the tip of her tongue. She's wanted to taste Sharon's arousal for days. Weeks. Sharon's body is still limp as Andrea reaches for the door knob.
"Where are you going?" Sharon breathes. Her chest still breathing deep.
"I got what I wanted. You got what you needed…" It was just sex. Satisfying their desires and their demands and then going back to their own lives. That's the agreement. Nothing more. Nothing less.
"Oh I'm not done needing yet." Sharon's deep voice slow and deliberate. Sharon reaches behind her and locks the door before taking Andrea's hand and leading her to the bedroom down the hall.
The two days of build up. Peaks and valleys. Illicit touches and forbidden frustrations. Toeing the line of obscene obstruction of workplace ethics.
For hours the two women worshipped each other's bodies. Dominating and submissing when it suited them or the other. By the time the sun starts to pierce the windows, both are exhausted, sore, and sated.
Andrea groans as she drags herself out of Sharon's bed to find her clothes.
"Do you find me attractive?" Sharon asks stopping Andrea in her tracks. She props herself up on her elbow. Watching Andrea flit about her room naked starts her body throbbing again.
Andrea turns and laughs. But her head falls to the side as she notices Sharon is serious. "Are you serious?"
Sharon nods. She doesn't trust the words that might come out of her mouth. The agreement has been good. Glorious actually. But for her, there was something missing.
"Everything about you is attractive to me." Andrea walks back towards the bed and sits down on the edge. "The way you walk - confident yet feminine. Sometimes I imagine that sashay is just for me. The way you destroy a suspect. How you purse your lips. When your glasses fall down your nose. How you mother."
Sharon sucks in a breath.
"Why are you asking this?" A tear streams down Sharon's cheek which Andrea catches with her thumb. "Hey? What's going on?" Andrea climbs back into bed and takes Sharon into her arms. Sharon snuggles in and rests her head on Andrea's chest. It feels nice. It feels comfortable. It feels like…
"I think we should end the agreement." Sharon whispers against Andrea's skin. She feels the blonde's heart beat faster.
"Well...that's unfortunate. I thought we were having a good time." Andrea drags her fingernail down Sharon's bare back. "What do you want?"
"We were. Are. Too good of a time. I want you all the time, Andrea. I think about you at work. I think about you at the dinner table. I think about you in the shower. I want you all the time." The tears pool onto Andrea's chest.
Sharon feels the words starting to choke her. She's always had a hard time expressing her feelings in words.
"I'm certainly not complaining but for ladies our age we have very elevated sexual appetites."
"We're not dead for God's sake!"
Andrea brushes her fingertips through Sharon's hair. "You're stalling."
"I want more." Sharon's voice is so low Andrea barely hears her. "We either stop what we're doing and move on apart or end the agreement and be together for real."
"A relationship?" Andrea unconsciously pulls Sharon closer to her. Is Sharon really suggesting what it sounds like? Is she saying the words Andrea has longed to hear?
"The sex has been...is...wonderful. I don't want it to stop. I want...I want more of it but…"
"But?"
Sharon sighs. She's never failed to look someone in the eye but at this moment she doesn't want to see the rejection that could come from Andrea. Maybe she should just continue the agreement. But that's not what she really wants.
"But this," Sharon snuggles even deeper into the bed. Wrapping her legs around Andreas. "I want the cuddles and dinners out and family game nights and holding your hand on the beach."
Andrea laughs softly. The words fill her heart. "You sound like a lovestruck teenager."
"It's almost embarrassing but I feel like one. Do you...Do you…?"
"Want to go steady?" Andrea smiles. She knows this is hard for Sharon; it's hard for her too.
"Shut up. Seriously."
Andrea's hands pull Sharon away from her chest. Their eyes lock. Green and blue darkening, questioning, confirming, falling.
"Sharon Raydor, I've always wanted more with you. I've just been waiting for you to realize you needed more."
"It's been a really long time but...but let me love you and I'll let you love me. If you want." Sharon sighs. "I sound like a damn Hallmark movie."
Andrea slowly brings her mouth to Sharon's. Their lips meet in a soft embrace. Softer than any other kiss they'd ever had. A kiss that holds more power, more meaning, more love than either of them has ever known.
This kiss seals their future.