A/N: Hi guys, how are you? This time I was pretty quick, wasn't I? I'm trying to make up for the time I kept you waiting hehehe

First, I want to inform you that this chapter is Rated M, so it's all at your own risk hehehehe

Second, thank you very, very much for the comments, I hope you will stick with me for the next chapter.

Love you!

Chapter 14 (Rated M)

A few months later...

Sharon walked into the condo with a big smile on her face, finally 10 months after the surgery, Dr. Torres freed her to do as she pleased, but of course in due moderation. She had been feeling more than fine these past few weeks, her relationship with Andy was going slowly but very well. They talked about everything, just like before.

Her life was being put back on track again, but at the same time Sharon felt that she was a new woman. The desire to control decreased over the months, but that didn't mean she had stopped wanting to put order in everything, it just wasn't a priority anymore.

Susan also released her this afternoon, she was fine, her depression symptoms had receded and she could see the bright side of things. And even if Sharon couldn't make this, she'd talk to Andy or call Susan.

Her friends took her back and after much talk and clarification they forgave her and everything was pretty much the same as before. Or so she kept telling herself, Sharon learned to listen to herself, to hear what her heart and body were saying, but sometimes it was easier to ignore.

Even after all these months, the exercises she did, the physical therapy she did, she still couldn't fully look at herself in the mirror. The scar on her chest bothered her immensely and this could affect her relationship with Andy.

But she would put that aside for now. Today she would take the day off to relax, Rusty had traveled to New York where he would meet up with Rick for both of them to watch Emily's debut as Giselle once again. And Sharon was happy to have the house to herself, even though she loved her son very much.

Slowly, she prepared the bath and a romance book that was lying on her bedside table, going to the kitchen she half-filled a glass with wine, the only thing she was allowed from her old life, and put on some classical music for play. Sharon was never more at peace than at that moment.

Andy walked out of the office feeling light, he was back in the blissful stage of when he married Sharon, those first few weeks after they were finally married were the happiest for him and now it was like they were coming back from that point.

With a silly smile on his face he drove home, but first stopped at a flower shop because he was feeling in the mood to present his beloved with flowers. He chose a beautiful bouquet of purple tulips, her favorite color. Thanking the kind lady at the counter, he returned home.

Along the way he recalled everything that had happened in the last 10 months, they had taken snail's steps to restore the marriage they had barely managed to enjoy. But now everything was falling back into place, this time she was the one who took the first steps and threw herself into their relationship without restrictions.

Upon entering the house, he heard the soft sound of classical music and smiled knowing that she was already home, today she would go to Peter's office to see if she was released from intensive care and if she could move on with her life slowly. And from the scent of jasmine that filled the apartment, she was in a bath.

Andy then went to the kitchen for a vase for the flowers and got the idea to prepare something for dinner, decided to make a ricotta and spinach ravioli. A few weeks ago, Sharon had come up with the idea of him making this dish because she needed to see his Italian side. He's never had so much fun in the kitchen.

Not wanting to disturb her and knowing that she would take time, Andy started the preparation still in his tie. The chords of Tchaikovsky and Beethoven guided him slowly, he realized there why Sharon liked classical music, that was really relaxing.

Thirty minutes later, Andy had finished everything and went to the bedroom to change clothes and let him know that he was already home, but as soon as he approached the half-open door of the master bedroom he stopped. His body immediately reacted to what he saw and he froze for a moment admiring the woman in front of him.

Sharon was so relaxed she could sleep, Claire de Lune's arrangements involved the bathroom and she could almost transport herself into the story she was reading, the wine made her even more comfortable and she grinned.

However, even though everything was very comfortable, the water started to get cold and she needed to get out of there. Wrapped in a towel, she went back to her room to finish getting ready and find out what time Andy would be coming home.

But as she passed the full-length mirror in her bedroom, she stopped. It had been a long time since she'd looked at her reflection and shuddered at what she would find when she came face to face with herself.

With trembling hands, she released the towel from her body and tried to assess the woman who was staring at her warily. She could see the scars that life had given her, one or two from her children, another from failing to subdue the bandit and him sticking a knife close to her ribs.

Sharon sighed as she saw her now aged body, she was a lucky woman, she knew this. Her body was aging well and she was flattered to know that she could get the attention of younger men and deeper looks from older men. However, she was just a human being like any other and had insecurity just like that.

The scar between her breasts made her uncomfortable, it wasn't that flashy and the doctors managed to make it almost imperceptible, even so she could see it and it looked like that mocked her, reminding her that she was still weak and vulnerable. She didn't like this constant reminder of her frailty.

Her trembling fingers went to the insulting mark and traced the scalpel's path, and she felt her eyes fill with tears as she realized that this was very, very close that she didn't survive. That all this happiness she was feeling now would never happen.

Taking a deep breath, she felt a small movement at the bedroom door and was about to cover herself when her eyes met Andy's.

Andy watched silently as she surveyed her body with a little worry crease between her eyes, she seemed to criticize every mark on her skin. But she had no idea that he loved each of them.

Since she'd returned home, Sharon hadn't allowed him to see her, always finding a way to get ready before or after he left the bathroom. At first Andy didn't understand all the avoidance, but after a while he could sense her shame and decided not to pressure her.

But as he faced her now and knew why she was so apprehensive, he wanted to show her that all her marks were precious to him. When he took a step forward she realized that she was no longer alone in the room and went towards the towel at her feet, but as soon as her eyes met he whispered:

"Don't cover up". Going to where she was, he stood right behind her. Now the reflection in the mirror showed two people broken and mended over the years.

For a moment they stared at each other without saying anything, just their eyes speaking to their hearts. But then Andy's eyes began to roam over her body.

The slender neck he loved to kiss and where she smelled the most, her collarbone so delicate that amazed him. Her breasts were just as he remembered them, full and still so firm it made his mouth water; and maybe his gaze told her that because immediately he saw her nipples swell a little and twitch with desire. The scar mark between them was a constant reminder of how close he'd come to losing her. Her stomach was still flat, with only the little stretch marks that Emily and Rick left behind. But what amazed him was the apex between her legs, it was there where her sweetest scent reigned, where he got lost and made his home. And finally, her legs, the temptation of every man in the LAPD, even when she was still the Wicked Witch, her legs always drew the most attention.

Sharon stood still as his gaze caressed her gently, she couldn't help but be aroused by the desire in his eyes and tried not to moan at his appraising gaze.

"You are so beautiful, Sharon". He spoke softly, he could feel her trembling a little. "Your skin is so smooth and fragrant".

As she spoke he ran his fingers down her arms in a caress that resembled the touch of feathers. The touch continued through her abdomen and stomach, up to her breasts, and this time Sharon moaned helplessly, and leaned her trembling body against Andy, taking advantage of the heat he was emanating from.

With the confidence he'd done so many times, Andy cupped their breasts in his hands and the groan came from both of them this time. Her warm, full breasts made him even more aroused and he watched as she closed her eyes and rubbed her legs for relief.

"Can you see how perfect you are for me, Sharon?" He asked and stared into eyes that were hazy with lust. "Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands, as if God made the perfect mold for me".

Sharon was too aroused to retort his possessiveness, but she liked that he could say that, that they finally belonged together. He was still staring at her with a tender smile and she thought she might fall over because she was shaking so badly.

Andy released her and they both felt the absence immediately, but he would be back there another time. Now he was anxious about what he would do, with trembling fingers he gently touched his scar and Sharon froze.

"It's horrendous, I know". Sharon tried to justify nervously.

"No, Sharon. It's not". He spoke and kissed her neck softly. "That scar is one of the most beautiful things I've ever see".

"You can't be serious". She huffed a little annoyed.

"But I am, this scar is the constant reminder that you came back to me. Every time I look at this, I'll remember how close I came to losing you, but thanks to that scar I have you in my arms".

"I still think it's ugly".

"And I'm still going to love it". He whispered and continued kissing her neck and caressing her skin, Sharon could see their reflection in the mirror and smiled. She appreciates another woman, this time seen through her lover's eyes, bright a little flushed and alive.

"Andy, I want you to love me". She whispered and this made him stare at her intrigued.

"I already love you, Sharon". He spoke with an uncertain smile.

"No, Andy. I want you to make love to me and love me. Make me alive, make me woman..." She turned in his arms and stared at him with so much love and lust that he gasped. "Make me yours, Andy".

Without a second invitation he kissed her passionately, showing that he would fulfill each request with fervor. As their tongues dueled and Andy marveled at the sweetness of her lips, she guided him to the bed.

Now sitting on the edge of the bed, Andy could feel Sharon's fevered body sitting on his lap and how much she wanted this with him. With their lips still pressed together, he caressed her gently and felt every curve in her body, memorizing it all over again.

Andy gently pushed Sharon off his lap, he got up and pushed her onto the king size bed. He groaned at the sight she presented, her body milky and naked against the deep green of the sheets. She resembled a mirage, that was so perfect.

Quickly stripping off his clothes, Andy was left with only his black boxers and Sharon couldn't help but moan at the sight of him excited. But her thoughts were interrupted when he started kissing her feet, legs and thighs.

As soon as he got right where Sharon wanted him he smirked. Andy placed a small kiss on her curls and that made her tense, so he climbed in and kissed her abdomen and headed towards her breasts.

"Don't torture me, Andy". She growled the warning.

"Let me love you, Sharon. You asked, I'm just fulfilling your wishes". He spoke as his lips slowly rose.

His mouth hovered over her left breast and he stared at her in amusement, she squirmed as she felt his breath tease her nipple and moaned in frustration that his body was suspended from hers.

Without warning, Andy grabbed one breast and sucked it greedily leaving her frantic with passion, Sharon tangled her hands in his short hair bringing him closer to her, wanting all of him.

"Please- more... please". The moans and whispers were driving him crazy, but he needed to take it easy. She was still recovering.

Perhaps because of how quickly that all unfolded, Andy forgot to ask if Sharon had been released by the doctor, and that worried him immensely. Releasing her breast with a pop he stared at her anxiously.

"Sharon, are you okay? Do you want me to stop? I shouldn't have started this..." He spoke and got up. But Sharon was faster and she wrapped her legs around his waist keeping him in place.

'I'm fine, Andy. I'm released from any intensive care". She assured him. "I'm fine".

"Are you sure?" He didn't want to hurt her or turn this into a trip to the hospital.

"Andy, I'm fine". With that she took his hand and placed it between her breasts. The steady, rapid beating of her heart pulsed under his fingers. "I'm alive, can you feel it?"

Andy didn't have the words to say anything, emotions hit him quickly and he just nodded before kissing her. Her bodies were now glued together, he could feel how wet she was, even through the material of her boxers.

"Sharon, I want to taste you". He whispered to her as he tried to free himself from her legs. "I need to taste you".

Sharon stared at him uncertainly, they had never done that. Sharon has always had some restrictions as her previous relationships were never good enough for this to happen. And even trusting Andy, she never went through with this, but she was a new woman and this was her new life, she thought she could risk it.

Andy patiently waited for her to respond and waited for her to say yes, that would be another extraordinary step in their marriage. With an affirmation he grinned and kissed her between her legs.

Sharon moaned loudly in her bedroom, Andy's hot tongue was touching her in all the right places, she was so wet and aroused that she thought she might actually have a sudden flare-up.

"Please, Andy, please". Her mantra started up again as he doubled his efforts and kept her from closing her legs because she was overwhelmed with desire.

When he sucked on her clit and inserted two fingers into her folds, Sharon arched off the bed and moaned even louder. Her body convulsed as orgasm took over her body and she fell boneless and panting back on the bed.

Andy smiled and rose to cover his body with hers, still wet from his furrows, he kissed her and Sharon moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue, that was so erotic she quickly aroused and wanted to know how that was possible.

Hastily, Sharon removed his boxers and took his erect cock, squeezing it carefully and drawing a groan from Andy. He seemed about to come into her hand, so she soothed her ministrations and guided him to her entrance.

Andy had been waiting for this moment for a while now, and this occasion was as magical as the first time they made love. He looked at her and was lost for a moment in those green eyes.

He knew he was bigger than anyone she'd ever been with, the first time she'd said that, Andy had felt like a lucky man and had been extremely careful not to hurt her ever since.

"Are you ready, my love?" He questioned in a sweet voice that made her eyes well up with tears.

"I'll always be ready for you". She whispered. And with one clean stroke he was inside her. "Oh..."

Sharon curled up in his arms and buried her face in the crook of her neck, she was shaking and he was afraid this was too much. He tried to get off her, but she held him tight.

His desire pulsed through his entire body and Andy tried to calm himself so he wouldn't start pushing, but the knowledge that he could hurt her stopped him, even though she was so wet and hot that was driving him crazy. It was shortly afterward that Andy felt her move her hips, encouraging him.

It didn't take Andy a second to start carefully thrusting her, Sharon moaned in her ear and this was too much for him. Andy started pushing even harder.

"Faster, Andy". She asked as her moans increased and she lifted her hips to match his strokes. "Stronger".

Andy was frantic now, she was so tight and slippery that made him even harder and he knew he was close to losing control for good. He could also feel her walls closing in on him member and that made him thrust into her even harder.

"Come to me, my love". Andy practically growled and saw that she had her eyes closed in her own ecstasy. "Open your eyes, Sharon".

Sharon did as he asked and moaned helplessly as she felt her walls stretch and fill with him. Sharon could feel him getting even harder and that took her breath away.

"Now come for me, Sharon". He commanded and kissed her as she arched beneath him and shivered. The grip of her walls was strong enough for him to go over the top.

For a few seconds their moans were loud in the room, in the background the final melody of the song Com te patiro by Andrea Bocelli was playing and, in that moment, they found peace and happiness.

Andy seemed to come back from his peak a moment later, he realized he was crushing Sharon and tried to go to her side of the bed, but she stopped him.

"Stay Andy, please. Just a little". She asked "I need to know this is real".

"It's real". He kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I love you".

"I love you too, Andy". She smiled and tangled her fingers in his hair as he lay between her breasts and listened to the steady beating of her new heart, showing over and over again that she was fine, that she was alive.

To be Continue...