[Just a heads up - I won't do smut when it comes to these two. I'd prefer to leave them classy, as they've always been.

Longlivequeenvic I hope this helps!]

4.
Sharon had no intention of giving Andrea that kind of window into her personal space. Yes, they'd been friends for a long time and yes they'd had many risqué discussions, but those were about Andrea's world and her life. That's where her comfort zone ended. Sharon had never had trouble having those discussions without embarrassment, she hadn't been sheltered, and wasn't ignorant. She had no issues with intimacy and was most certainly not a prude in the true sense, but having been raised and well and truly indoctrinated into the world of the Catholic church, she had never been comfortable discussing her own private relationships with anyone, no matter how close a friend they may be.

Thinking back to the night in question, she wasn't even sure of why it had progressed the way it had. It had been a rough day, but not the roughest. She and Andy had gone to dinner, but not for the first time. Over time, they had developed a comfortable companionship. They no longer felt the need to fill in gaps in conversation, but were comfortable just being there in the same space, silently.

That's how they'd driven back to her condo. Quietly but comfortably, just existing in the same space, without any pressure to entertain or impress. Andy, as he always did, walked her to her door to make sure she got inside safely. She thanked him for a wonderfully relaxed dinner, and fished for her key tucked inside her wallet. Andy always seemed a little embarrassed when he went to leave, and she'd never quite figured out why that was, but hadn't really given it a great deal of thought. That's exactly what he was doing while she was getting her key... looking flustered and pensive at the same time. For the first time she thought about it, and realised that it was like there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't get it out.

"Andy..." He looked up from the pattern on the carpet which he'd been studying closely, and met her eyes.
He waited for her to continue.
"Andy, is there something you want to say? I've noticed this 'thing' you do, and I just realised it's like you have something to say but it's stuck."
"Ahh, well, um... Sharon... um" was all he could get out. He felt like a cartoon character opening his mouth and hearing jibberish come out in place of words.
Trying to ease his discomfort, she reached out and gently gripped his tie in one hand.
The colour must have registered in his face he thought, because her voice took on a more urgent tone.
"Andy what's wrong? You can tell me if something's wrong, you know that right?"

The words just wouldn't come. He opened his mouth to speak and was silent. "Get your shit together Flynn, this is ridiculous" he told himself. "You're not a 16-year-old kid, you've rounded the fifty mark. You can't embarrass yourself like this!"
It was in that split second that Andy realised he was never going to find the words. Words were not going to make his point, because for some reason they'd abandoned him when he needed them the most, leaving him looking like a bumbling fool. "Now or never Flynn! To hell with it! But what if..." He must have looked as stupid as he felt when he chuckled quietly. The cartoon analogy had returned, but instead of an open mouthed idiot, this time he pictured the cartoon angel and devil, one on each shoulder, arguing over what he should do.
Sharon gave him a gently puzzled look, which only made it all so much more urgent and said his name again.
"Andy?"

Mentally he told them to shut up, took the hand that was holding his tie, and with his other hand reaching around to pull her in, Andy felt like the whole world was moving in slow motion. It felt like his vocal chords were trying to prevent his body from moving too. "Don't do it Flynn" the angel on his left shoulder counselled him. "Just fucking do it already" countered the Devil.
Too late! His lips met hers, and he just didn't care anymore. He'd tried too hard to hold it all in, for so damned long that one way or another he was just grateful he'd done SOMETHING.

Sharon's head was spinning. She had no idea what was happening. Her head told her to pull away and slap his face. Her body countered it with an emphatic no.
Without her explicit permission, her arm reached up and curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer and Andy thought he would just die on the spot. Right then and there, he was going to die. But by God he was going to die happy.

Neither of them pulled away. That single kiss, their first, wouldn't let go. So, unable to separate, Sharon reached her free hand up to the key she'd already inserted in the lock, and turned it, pushing the door open, and backing inside, pulling Andy with her. Fumbling to free the key from the lock with one hand, and kicking the door closed with his heel, Andy refused to break the spell he'd cast over her, fearing the possibility that it could all change in an instant if he did.
The key dropped to the floor, and his hand reached for her face, just as her free arm joined its mate behind his head. One silky leg reached around his own and hooked a stilettoed toe behind the other leg to hold it in place. "Andy?" a soft but husky question without substance, which required no answer.
He only needed one arm at her waist to lift her to his own height. Shuffling backwards, her free leg trying to find an anchor, grazed the wall behind and met the floor again as he lowered her.

Instead of the inner struggle she should have been having, Sharon felt herself completely surrender. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The was no world outside.
The urgent struggle from the door through to the bedroom was a blur. A trail of puddled clothing was the only thing to mark the route taken.
No lights. No time for lights.
"Andy?"
He lifted her gently onto her bed, skin against tingling skin, and they became one person. The whole world ceased to exist. They were one. Even the angel and the devil had stopped bickering.