A/N: Sanctuary City, part V episode tag. No beta all mistakes are mine.
A/N 2: Caution, rated M for sexual content towards the end of the chapter
A/N 3: Song lyrics Two Less Lonely People in the World by Air Supply
I was down, my dreams were wearing thin
When you're lost, where do you begin?
My heart always seemed to drift from day to day
Looking for the love that never came my way
Then you smiled and I reached out to you
I could tell you were lonely too
One look and then it all began for you and me
The moment that we touched I knew that there would be
Two less lonely people in the world
And it's gonna be fine
Out of all the people in the world
I just can't believe you're mine
In my life where everything was wrong
Something finally went right
Now there's two less lonely people
In the world tonight
The white satin was soft against his fingertips, her hand for once as of late was warm against his. Dipping his head, he leaned closer to her ear, "Do you remember the first time we danced to this song?"
Her low hum was genuine against the crook of his neck, "There are several things that come to mind when I think about that night. What I remember the most was how nervous you were." She chuckled against his ear, "It was quite eye opening."
"Hey…" the teasing tone to his voice made her smile brighten, "it's not every day a Lieutenant gets to dance the night away with his beautiful Captain." He cleared his throat, his thoughts becoming serious, "You know…I realized that I was in love with you that night."
"Andy…" his name was breathless on her lips. "You didn't."
"Oh, I most certainly did." His right hand slipped tighter around her waist, pulling her even closer. "When you opened the door in that dress; and, don't think I didn't notice the bridesmaid's dresses are the exact same color as the dress you wore that night."
Her fingertip danced lightly across his cheek before moving back to his shoulder, "You have a very good memory Mr. Flynn."
"Trust me, I remember everything about you, Mrs. Flynn." Her hand tightened against his shoulder as a soft giggle escaped her. "Now, where was I…" Andy continued. "The dress, you opened the door in that amazing dress, with your hair up and no glasses," a soft moan escaped him, "I was a goner."
Nuzzling even closer, she breathed in his unique scent, "I still can't believe I'm the one that had to ask you to dance. Did you honestly think we were going to sit there at Nicole's wedding and not dance? I told you," her voice dipped an octave lower, "I like weddings." She leaned back slightly, to look up at him.
He shrugged lightly, "I just kept thinking don't screw this up, Flynn, don't screw this up!"
Her hand slipped easily down his arm, under his coat to tug jokily on his suspenders, "You didn't really fall in love with me that night…"
He bent slightly forward, placing a chaste kiss against her cheek, "I did, but maybe not for the reasons you may think…" Searching his dark eyes, she waited for him to continue, "You trusted me. That night, you trusted me enough to allow me to see the real you. The Sharon who cries at weddings; the Sharon who loves to dance; the Sharon who would do anything for a friend. You trusted me and let me in without any barriers and I know what a big step that was for you. And, it…meant the world to me." With the pad of his thumb, he wiped at her tears that began to fall, "I didn't mean to make you…"
"Sh…" she hushed, burying her face once again in the crook of his neck, "Just hold on to me, okay." His hand glided gently up and down her back as they swayed, yet barely moving to the music.
Just to think what I might have missed
Looking back how did I exist
I dreamed, still I never thought I'd come this far
But miracles come true, I know 'cause here we are
Two less lonely people in the world
And it's gonna be fine
Out of all the people in the world
I just can't believe you're mine
In my life where everything was wrong
Something finally went right
Now there's two less lonely people
In the world tonight
"I'm sorry." Her words startled him, but not as much as her guilt filled tone. Pulling back, he looked down at her, confusion filling his face. "This isn't exactly how I saw us dancing at our wedding."
Tonight I fell in love with you
And all the things I never knew
Seemed to come to me somehow
'Cause, baby, love is here and now there's
Two less lonely people in the world
And it's gonna be fine
Out of all the people in the world
I just can't believe you're mine
In my life where everything was wrong
Something finally went right
Now there's two less lonely people
In the world tonight
Two less lonely people in the world
And it's gonna be fine…
Cupping at her chin, he begged her to look at him as another song started, "I have you here in my arms, that is all I ever need." A shuddering sigh escaped her as she settled back against his chest. "How are you holding up? Really?"
She drew in another deep breath, "I am tired. I won't deny that, but I'm not ready to go home."
"Who said we are going home?" His voice was low against her ear, "Did you honestly think I wouldn't have something romantic planned for my wife on our wedding night?"
Looking up, her light green eyes met his, "Romantic?" Her voice was a purr.
"Hmm." He leaned down capturing her lips in a deep kiss for several moments, "Just you wait and see, I promise you won't be disappointed."
"But, I haven't packed anything and…"
"Shh," his finger moved over her lips, "It's already done. Patrice made sure you have everything you need and there's a dress waiting for you to change into whenever you're ready to go."
Her eyes glistened as tears threatened again. There was so much she wanted to say, but there would be time later, "I'm ready…I am so ready."
-sa—
"I still can't believe you did all of this, without me knowing." Her thumb grazed the top of his hand resting on the console between them.
His eyes shifted to meet hers, before returning his attention to the road. "I had… a lot of help and besides," he shrugged lightly, "You had other things to focus on. Speaking of focus, I thought for a minute there that Emily was going to tackle Hobbs just to get to that bouquet."
Sharon couldn't help the snort laugh that escaped her, "When I turned around she was mid-air in a perfect jete', her role as Giselle certainly paid off in that moment."
"Not to mention the fact that she got Julio to dance, now that was a surprise."
A low hum escaped her, "I wasn't surprised."
"No?" incredulous, Andy glanced back her way.
Her small smirk was undeniable, "When Emily wants something, she tends to not back down."
"Kinda like her mother." He grinned but kept his eyes on the road.
Her fingers curled tighter into his, "You should know that better than anyone."
Traffic was considerably light on the PCH as they continued on past Pacific Palisades. Excitement settled low in Sharon's stomach when Andy turned the car onto Old Malibu Road. The realization that they were staying directly on the beach almost made her giddy. Turning the car on to a small gated drive, Andy rolled the window down, his fingers moved knowingly across the keypad. Seconds later the gate rolled open. There was just enough room to pull the car in the small driveway before the gate rolled closed again. Turning the car off, he turned to look at her, "Surprise!"
"Andy, how did you manage this?" She faced him, her gaze searching in the dim light.
Ignoring her question, he swiftly opened the car door. Following suit, she was just standing up as he made it around to her side of the car. Holding his hand out to her, "Come on, I'll come back for the bags."
Beautiful LED lanterns led the way down a small stone path to a whitewashed wooden staircase. Sharon trailed just behind Andy, all the while holding tightly to his hand. The stairs gave way to a wooden deck and beautiful weathered wood door flanked on each side by large clay urns. Once again Andy moved his fingers across a small key pad just above the door handle, with a click the door opened. Sharon stepped forward, only to be stopped by Andy. "What?" the confusion evident on her face.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" his eyebrows rose. Thinking that he meant a kiss, she leaned in, her hands automatically snaking around his neck. Reaching down, he lifted her with little effort.
"Andy!" Her hands tightened around his neck, the surprise in her voice bringing a chuckle from low in his chest.
"It's tradition, so indulge me please." Before she could protest more, he captured her lips in his. Her fingers snaked into his hair, pulling him deeper. Regretfully she broke the kiss, with a soft moan. Her eyes widened with delight as he stepped through the doorway into the beautifully decorated townhouse. Without hesitation he carried her through the great room to the wall of sliding glass doors overlooking the balcony and ocean beyond. "Whatta' ya think?"
She placed a gentle kiss to his cheek, before slipping from his hold to the wood floor, "Andy, it's perfect." She stepped closer to the glass door, "I can hear the waves."
He walked behind her, pulling her flush against him, his chin resting just on her shoulder, "Wait until you see the view in the morning." Turning his head, he nuzzled his nose against her ear, "I can't wait to wake up with my wife." She turned in his arms, the crème silk shift dress smooth against his fingertips.
"And I…" lust gleamed in her light green eyes, "can't wait to go to bed with my husband."
He looked down, concern etched in his dark brown eyes, "Sharon…" her eyes darkened the instant her name left his lips. "We don't have to…" she pushed from his light hold and he missed the feel of her body against his instantly. His hands dropped to his sides forming tight fists, he knew immediately he had already messed up. He watched as she stepped to the opposite side of the room, holding to the back of a pale blue club chair, she tugged off her favorite pair of Jimmy Choo's. With her back to him, she moved closer to the window. "Why don't you look around and I'll go get our bags out of the car." Not trusting her voice, a slight nod was her only reply. Andy turned, with a deep sigh, he walked back through the living room. As the door closed gently behind him, Sharon drew in a ragged breath, brushing at the tears she could no longer hold back.
After depositing their bags in the master bedroom, Andy changed out of his tuxedo into a pair of navy and white stripped pajama bottoms along with his white undershirt. He then went in search of his beautiful wife. He was not surprised to find her outside leaning against the railing that surrounded the outdoor deck. "Hey…" she drawled the second he slipped his warm masculine arms around her.
Wind whipped her hair across his face, "You okay?" his voice a whisper against her cheek.
She turned, cupping his face in her hands, her eyes searched his despite the dark night, "Andy, I'm fine. Really." He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. They settled into comfortable silence for a moment, just content on holding each other until he felt her shiver against him.
"Come on," he pulled her back inside, closing the sliding door with a soft whoosh. "I have it on good authority that there is something we both might like in your suitcase." He once again pulled her against the warmth and comfort of his chest, "I'll lock up and give you a few minutes to yourself." With a shy smile and soft pat to the center of his chest, she turned, excusing herself.
Candlelight offered a warm glow against the light grey and white décor of the master bedroom. The covers pulled back on the weathered iron four poster bed gave the room a soft and comfortable look. Andy sat on the edge of the bed, the day playing over and over in his mind. He found it hard to believe that after all this time she was finally his wife. 'My wife' he whispered to himself. Caught up in his thoughts, Andy failed to hear the bathroom door open, it wasn't until she cleared her throat that he looked up. If he thought his wife couldn't get any more beautiful than she had that first moment he saw her standing at the back of the church in her wedding dress, he was so wrong. Standing, his eyes moved slowly from her hair, now piled high on top of her head; to her beautiful face, makeup no longer covering the smattering of freckles that dotted her nose; the white lace and satin negligee fell mid-thigh showing off her fantastic legs while it gathered just below her breasts with a pale lilac ribbon. The matching robe in contrast was long, skimming just across the tops of her bare feet.
He opened his mouth to speak; stepping closer, she slowly shook her head. Pushing up on her toes, she sought out his mouth in a searing kiss. Pulling back, she traced her hand along his chin. "I need you to make love to me." At that moment he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything; so much more than he had ever wanted anyone in his entire life but, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hide the fear and worry that gave him pause. She cupped his cheek, her thumb gently grazing the light stubble there. "The doctor said…"
"Sharon…" he tried to interrupt her.
"No," her finger pressed against his lips, "Getting to this moment has cost us both so much, I'm not letting my heart… or yours for that matter, stop us from having the wedding night we both want and so very much deserve." Slipping her hand down his arm, she linked their fingers together.
Looking down, he marveled that something as simple as holding her hand could have so much power over him and bring him the inner peace he was lacking. He knew in that moment, together they would be okay. He guided her closer to the bed, his hands moving to her shoulders, he let the robe slide to the floor. Lifting her in one swift motion, he placed her in the center of the bed. In the dim candlelight, she watched as he turned to walk away, "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere sweetheart." He shed his pajama bottoms and undershirt. Clad only in his dark grey boxer briefs, he joined her in bed. Rolling toward her, Andy caught her around the waist, pulling her back with him. She shivered against him with a low moan. Her eyes slipped closed as she savored the familiar warmth of his body. Turning in his arms, she sought his mouth and found it, sinking into him with a deep searing kiss. He held her motionless for a few beats, savoring the taste of her lips against his. Seconds later, his hand was cupping the back of her head, pulling her deeper into him. Her legs moved between his; the delicious weight of his warm thighs sending a rush of desire through her. Their tongues tangled together, his soft sweet kisses arousing her even more. How could a kiss be so demanding, yet tender at the same time she wondered?
His firm lips continued to tease her; nipping across her jaw, he drew her earlobe between his teeth earning a low moan of pleasure from her lips. Her hand moved between them, gently cupping him at first, he swelled to her touch, his want and desire evident. He said her name with a deep groan, his hips bucking involuntarily against her caress. "Sharon?" the question was still there in his voice.
"I need to feel you…Andy, please. Make me feel alive," she whispered in reply. His hands slid underneath the soft lace of her nightgown, his fingers dusting like a feather across her belly until he was palming her breasts. His fingers squeezed the plump flesh before moving to her nipples. His innate knowledge of her body and what she liked; no, what she needed, was not lost on this moment. He pinched, rolling the budded flesh between his fingers until she cried out in pleasure. Her legs tightened around his, begging him closer. Grinding her moist heat against his thigh, their eyes met in the soft light.
"Tell me what you need?" his deep voice floated between them. He leaned in, once again nibbling at her lips only to pull away minutes later.
"Andy?" she whimpered at the loss of contact. Her arms reached for him as he leaned above her. His hands suddenly at her hips, tugged the white lace panties down her long, toned legs, only to toss them across the candlelit room. His silver head was buried between her firm thighs seconds later. Fisting the sheets with both hands, she couldn't help but hold her breath, the anticipation of the magic of his tongue was almost too much to bear. "Oh god!" she arched into him, pushing her hips up to meet him. His hand splayed across her stomach, holding her in place, while his warm tongue tasted her at his own pace. He teased and taunted, making her wait while he savored every last inch of her. Her hands moved into her hair, pulling soft tendrils from the clip atop of her head. "Don't stop…god, that feels so…good." His low growl was muffled against her soft gasps. "Yes…oh, yes." His mouth was divine, the source of a pleasure so delicious she wanted it to last forever. Her body was on fire, alive with the love and desire only he could show her. Moving her right hand into the short, silvery hairs atop his head, she urged him for more; begging him to push her over the precipice. Her core tensed, his name fell from her lips; she had never felt so alive from pleasure. Pleasure so hot and intense, it burned through her, finally shattering her into a million pieces. One orgasm rolled into the next until she was no longer sure if she could catch her breath. Her hands moved to her eyes, holding back the tears threatening.
She felt the mattress dip as he moved to sit up while shrugging out of his boxers. His hand skimmed gingerly from her knee down to her ankle. "You okay?"
Her voice was hoarse, her eyes still closed, "I'll be better when I can feel you inside me."
She was going to be the death of him, of that Andy was certain. "Sharon…" His groan was low, his hands pulling her to him more roughly than he intended. It took every ounce of strength he had to ease slowly into her. Groaning her name again, he pulled out only to push in again, working himself even deeper this time. Her fingers grasped at the sheets while her body tightened around him. Andy's body glistened over hers in the candlelight filled room, his eyes dark with lust as he set a pace that was right for both of them. She watched the pleasure drift over his face as his dark eyes met her lighter ones. The love and commitment she saw there filled her in ways she could never imagine. She came again, her body seized with a wave of pleasure so intense she felt suspended in time. "Oh…god…Sharon!" Andy bit out as her body drew him over the edge with her, milking every ounce of desire from him. He collapsed heavily beside her, rolling to his back, he too struggled to catch his breath.
Her tears came then, the invisible dam broken by his love and desire for her. "I love you," she cried, pulling him into her arms.
"I love you," he murmured, his calloused fingertips brushing across her cheek. Snuggling closer still, both too spent to move, he kissed her tears away. The shelter of her arms offering a safe haven both longed for. He slipped his head lower, resting his cheek against her heart. It's strong and steady beat momentarily easing the fear and sorrow he tried so desperately to hide. He wanted this life with her more than he could ever admit and while they were never guaranteed tomorrow, he prayed that they would have a fair chance at the future they more than deserved.
