A/N Tag to episode 5.17 Dead Drop. Thanks for your continued reviews, likes and follows. Oh, and patience! No beta all mistakes are mine.

Her laughter bubbled through the condo, bringing with it a huge grin to her fiancée's face. She had been on the phone with Emily for almost ten minutes now while Andy rinsed and loaded the dishwasher. It seems little brother wasted no time sharing the happenings of the night with his older siblings. Ricky was the first to call, only because Emily waited until she was home after her performance. Andy could only imagine the talk of dresses and other delicate details happening just beyond the door to their bedroom.

Now clad in his pajama bottoms and white undershirt, Andy moved back to the balcony, the lights of the city summoning his attention. He had to admit he was quite proud of himself; the look of surprise on Sharon's face when he dropped to one knee had been priceless. The tender smile and tears that followed threatened to make him forget exactly what he wanted to say. Spending the rest of their lives together was a decision they had made long before this exact moment, but Andy knew that the thought of getting married again was a dream that Sharon Raydor refused to let herself dwell on. He on the other hand simply could not let it go. He wanted more and in his mind, she deserved so much more than just a live-in boyfriend. He knew the road to an actual wedding date could be lengthy. But, the simple fact that she had his ring on her finger, made the wait, however long, totally worth it.

"Penny for your thoughts," it wasn't until she spoke that Andy realized he was no longer alone. He turned just as she stepped barefoot onto the cool tile. His soft blue stripped pajama top fell mid-thigh, perfectly highlighting her long shapely legs. His eyes traveled slowly up her body as she stepped closer. The words caught in his throat once he realized that only two buttons were holding the fabric closed. His eyes darkened as they traveled to her neck, fully exposed by the messy bun on top of her head and back down the soft expanse of milky, freckled skin leading between her breast. She spoke again, but her words were lost to him. It wasn't until he felt her left hand gently pat the center of his chest that his eyes connected with hers.

"Andy…" his lips crashing into hers cut off all words and thoughts. He lifted her, without breaking the kiss and began the slow walk back into the condo. Her legs slipped effortlessly around his waist, while her hands moved up his neck and into his hair. They made it half way into the living room when the shrill ring of Andy's cell phone stopped him dead in his tracks. He felt her heavy sigh against the side of his cheek as she unlocked her legs and slipped to the hardwood floor.

"I swear if that's Provenza…" he muttered against the side her head, leaving one last chaste kiss to her forehead before he stepped away to find his phone somewhere on the kitchen counter. The moment temporarily lost, Sharon settled in the corner of the couch; her fingers absentmindedly working to close two more buttons on Andy's pajama top.

The sounds of his soft chuckle drew her attention, as Andy stepped closer to the end of the sofa. From the contented look on his face she knew the caller couldn't be his best friend, but the last thing she expected was for it to be hers. Hand over the speaker, Andy mouthed "Gavin" as she looked at him in question. Eyes rolled to the ceiling she slowly shook her head, knowing she had Emily to thank for this interruption. She waited as he continued to smile and listen, never once getting a word in. Sinking down on the sofa next to her, Andy studied her for a moment, before reaching over with one hand and pulling at the two buttons she had just minutes ago fastened. With a coy smile and an expressive raise of her eyebrow, she stood slowly from where she was sitting only to step in between Andy's knees. He sank deeper into the cushions allowing his knees to part even further. Mossy green locking on deep brown, she carefully undid the offending two buttons.

Andy chuckled again, but this time the sound was low, "Sure…" he muttered to Gavin, but his eyes remained locked on hers. With a purse of her lips, Sharon's hands moved lower to the next button. She raised her eyebrows in question as Andy eagerly nodded his head. She had to admit she loved nothing more than to tease him. With one single button remaining, she leaned slightly forward, certain of Andy's current view.

"Hand me the phone…" this he did not expect. She stood up straighter, his beautiful view instantly lost. "Andy, the phone." Without a word to Gavin, Andy held the phone out to her. She moved it from his hand to her ear in one swift motion, listening for a moment as an animated Gavin, none the wiser continued to talk.

With a roll of his neck, Andy sat up straighter, his hands migrating instantly to her waist and the single closed button there. Their eyes met again, and with an almost imperceptible nod of her head his fingers quickly made work of the simple closure. The soft stripes fell open to reveal the darkest of blue lace and satin panties resting perfectly against her hips. It took little effort to pull her gently on to his lap, as the oversized shirt slipped off one shoulder to revel her soft inviting breast.

The heated blush that slowly crept up her chest to her neck and cheeks did not go unnoticed; yet, the words she had for her best friend suddenly escaped her. Pulling the phone back from her hand, Andy did not even bother to listen to what Gavin was saying, "Thanks again Gavin, I'll be sure to tell Sharon you called," and with that he pressed the red end button before tossing his phone into the adjacent chair. Before Andy could act, Sharon shifted off his lap and started toward their bedroom not at all waiting for him to catch up. It wasn't until she stepped just inside the hallway that she turned back with a slow, deliberate smile as the pajama top slipped off her other shoulder and fluttered to the floor.