Author's Note: Those of you who follow me on Twitter know that I'll occasionally post a #twitterfanfic, a short scene that I just can't get out of my head. It's kind of fun to try to write a scene in 280 characters. This particular tweet got a lot of attention, so I decided to turn it into a one-shot. While the story starts out rather serious, it gets fluffy/smutty in the second half, so adults only, please. For your reference, it's set after episode 04x07.
After a relatively calm overnight shift, Andy dropped Robert off at home before heading to a local Italian bakery to pick up some cornetti, Carina's favorite croissant-like pastries, and three cappuccinos. Andrew's memorial service had taken place the night before, and she knew that some comfort food would be welcome, even if Carina and Maya weren't up for company. When she thought back to the days immediately following her father's death, she could still feel the grief in her bones. She knew that only time would help Carina heal, but she hoped that some sugar, caffeine, and a friendly face might lighten the load, if only for a few minutes.
She texted Maya as she parked near the apartment, offering to just leave the coffee and bakery box outside the door if they weren't up to having visitors. To her surprise, Maya texted back almost immediately that they would be glad to see her, so Andy made her way to the apartment they had once shared. Maya opened the when Andy knocked, stepping aside so Andy could enter.
"Carina's just finishing up in the bathroom," Maya explained, before answering the unspoken question. "She's doing ok this morning. The memorial service seems to have helped some."
With that, Carina stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her long hair was still damp and fell haphazardly around her shoulders. There were slight dark circles around her red-rimmed eyes. Andy walked to meet her and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm so sorry," she said quietly.
The words meant little, she knew. She had heard those words over and over again when her father died, and they barely registered. She also knew there was some comfort in the routines of grieving: the words, the memorial, the routine tasks that needed to be completed to move a loved one from the land of the living to the list of the dead. So, she said the expected words.
Carina and Andy moved to sit on the sofa while Maya went to the kitchen to get some plates. Andy put the box with the pastries and the holder carrying the coffee on the table before turning to face Carina.
"Just tell me what you need. I can talk, I can listen, or we can just sit for a while," Andy said quietly. She didn't want to push Carina to talk, but she also knew that sometimes it helped to share stories and memories.
"Last night was all about Andrew," Carina responded. "Everyone shared talked about his time at the hospital. It was nice to hear how he connected with so many people. I always knew he was a dedicated doctor, but I didn't realize how much he was loved by everyone at Grey-Sloan."
Carina paused as Maya arrived at the table and placed the cornetti on plates. It was quiet for a minute as they all took their first bites of the sweet, flakey pastries. Then Carina spoke again.
"I think I'd like to hear about something else," she admitted. "You were on duty yesterday, right? Did you have any interesting calls?"
Andy smiled as she thought about their call with Brother John and his followers. Leaving out the parts about the team's interactions with the police, she retold the story of the call, intentionally embellishing the parts about Jack dancing with the group's leader, the follower who licked Dean, and the leader's dramatic attempt at flying. The story got Maya laughing, and even Carina cracked a smile.
"I'm sorry I missed it," Maya said with a chuckle.
"I think Vic got a few pictures of Jack dancing," Andy said with a grin. "I'm guessing we'll see them posted around the station at some point."
"Speaking of the station," Maya began, quickly changing the subject away from Jack. "How did your first day as acting captain go?"
"Surprisingly well," Andy said. "Jack gave me a little bit of grief about it, but he let it drop pretty quickly."
"And your husband?" Maya asked, concern evident in her voice.
Maya was confident that she had asked the right person to fill in for her while she was on bereavement leave with Carina, but she was concerned that she had made things difficult for Andy, both at work and home. Andy and Sullivan's brief marriage had been filled with turmoil, and they had only been back together for a few days.
"He managed," Andy replied, not wanting to go into too much detail.
She was in a difficult position with Maya, who was her friend, her boss, and the person who would be evaluating her husband at the end of his probationary year. She didn't want to say anything that might influence that evaluation negatively.
"Speaking of your husband," Carina said with a small smile. "While we appreciate the pastries and the company, wouldn't you rather be home with him? You only ended your separation a few days ago."
Andy smiled at the unspoken meaning in Carina's words. While she was glad she could help her friends in their time of need, ever since Robert had made his comment about her "making it up to him," a few thoughts had crossed her mind about how to do exactly that.
"He's fine. He was going to go work out this morning," Andy explained. "And we're off tomorrow, so we'll have plenty of time to spend together. However, I don't want to overstay my welcome."
With that, Andy gathered the plates and empty coffee cups and brought them to the kitchen. Maya followed her there, putting the cups in the trash, as Andy put the dirty plates in the dishwasher.
"Thanks so much for coming by," Maya said. "I think Carina is going to need all the support she can get to make it through this."
"I'll do whatever I can," Andy replied, returning to the living room and sitting next to Carina.
"Reach out anytime," she said gently, before heading out the door and to her car.
The trip home was a short one, and Andy was glad to see Robert's car parked out front. Entering the door, she heard the shower running upstairs and knew what she wanted to do.
She quickly slipped out of her shoes and made her to their bedroom. Robert had left the bathroom door partially open, and she could see him through the door, but he hadn't yet seen her. Removing her clothes quickly, she made her way into the bathroom and opened the shower door.
Lost in his thoughts under the stream of warm water, Robert startled a bit, before smiling at the sight of his wife joining him in the shower. Without a word, Andy took the loofah from his hands and, adding a bit of his body wash, began to gently clean his back. When she finished, she placed her hands on Robert's shoulders, turning him toward her. Putting the loofah aside, Andy reached up to pull Robert toward her, capturing his mouth in a kiss. Rather than let the kiss get passionate, Andy pulled away, turning her attention to other parts of his body. She kissed her way down his chest, pausing to taste and tease each of his nipples before moving further down, running her tongue around the rim of his navel.
"Andy," Robert gasped, stepping backward to brace himself against the wall of the shower. The tiles were cool against his heated flesh, and he was not sure he could remain standing if she went through with what he thought she was planning.
Andy paused her ministrations, looking up at her husband for just a moment.
"You said, and I quote, 'you'll have to make it up to me at home,'" Andy said with a cheeky grin. "That's what I'm doing."
With that, Andy knelt in front of her husband and took him in her mouth. Robert, already quite aroused, moaned with pleasure as her moist warmth enveloped him. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself a bit, lest the fun end too soon.
While not always a fan of this particular act, Andy found herself enjoying it almost as much as Robert. While she probably wouldn't admit it to him, she felt a certain amount of feminine power watching the effect she had on him. She also loved that it was one of the few times that Robert was completely unguarded. Each kiss, nip, or movement of her tongue brought about a desired reaction, and it wasn't long before Robert found his release. Reaching down to guide Andy up, he pulled her into a tight hug, before reaching to the side to turn off the water.
They quickly dried, and made their way to the bed, pulling the sheet over their still damp bodies. Andy rested her head on his chest, gently trailing her fingers over his abs as he fiddled with a strand of her hair. They remained silent for a few moments, enjoying the physical closeness.
"You know, after Ryan died, you were quite the ass when you corrected me when I called you Captain Sullivan. I don't remember you 'making it up' to me," Andy said with a grin.
"Oh really?" Robert retorted, thinking back to that conversation, and realizing how right she was. At the time, he was proud of his new position, but he was in so much pain from the CRP and he was doing a poor job trying to bury his feelings for Andy. Her presence unnerved him, and he reacted badly.
"I guess I'll have to remedy that right now," Robert replied, his voice dropping even lower than its usual timbre. He slipped under the sheet, his mouth quickly finding one of Andy's nipples, which he sucked on gently until it became a tight peak. He repeated the motion on her other breast, as his hand trailed up between her legs. Her breath caught a bit as one of his long fingers found her clit.
"Robert," she moaned, pushing her core against his finger.
Robert knew exactly what she wanted, and much as she had done to him, he trailed a series of kisses down her front, finally taking her in his mouth. The moment he tasted her, she stifled a scream.
"Let it out," Robert commanded, pulling away from her for just a second. He shifted position slightly, inserting one finger as his mouth returned to her most sensitive spot. She gasped as he sucked gently, bringing her to the brink of climax. He let up on the pressure slightly, before using his tongue.
"Oh, Robert" Andy gasped as she came.
Robert continued to taste and finger her, drawing out her climax. When she finally began to come down, he shifted upward, laying down on his back and holding her close. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of her head, enjoying the afterglow of their intimate connection.
After a few minutes of quiet, Robert spoke. "You know, not that I'm complaining, but when I mentioned 'making it up to me' at home I wasn't thinking about that," he said with a grin. "You could have just made me a breakfast that was a little more than toast and some fruit."
Andy smiled at his reference to her pathetic attempt at breakfast in bed. She needed to get Carina to teach her how to make that incredible French toast.
"I didn't mind," Andy said, content to remain resting her head against her husband's chest. "In fact, it was fun finding out that the real thing was better than the fantasy."
Her last statement got her husband's attention. "So you're saying you fantasized about us in the shower?" Robert asked. He had definitely had a few thoughts of his own both before and after they got together, but he was curious to hear more about Andy's fantasies.
"Well," Andy said coyly. "That particular one wasn't so much a fantasy as it was a dream."
Andy paused. She was confident that Robert wasn't going to drop the subject until he got all of the juicy details. Under normal circumstances, she might try to be a little more circumspect, but given the blow his self-esteem had likely taken with his demotion, she didn't mind boosting his ego just a bit.
"So you were asleep," Robert confirmed. "When might this dream have taken place, hmm?"
Andy, however, hadn't anticipated this particular turn in the conversation. She was glad she had remained in her position on Robert's chest, so he couldn't see the blush that crept up her face. She wasn't embarrassed about the dream, but the timing did cause her a moment's pause.
"Um," Andy stammered, as Robert slid out from under her, and shifted so that she was lying on her back, and he was propped up on his elbow next to her.
"Ok, Andy," Robert said with a grin. "Spit it out."
Andy pondered her options for a moment. Given their location in bed, she could try to distract him, but Robert was nothing if not tenacious. While a temporary diversion would be fun, she was confident he would return to the question as soon as they finished.
"Ok, ok," Andy said with a bit of a nervous laugh. "It was on the way home from the wildfires in Los Angeles."
Robert laughed. It was an 18-hour drive from L.A. to Seattle and given their moment together in the pool, he'd be lying if he said he didn't have a few thoughts about Andy as they made the long drive.
"While you were in the truck," Robert clarified.
"Well, yeah," Andy admitted honestly. "Thankfully, everyone else was sleeping."
Andy paused for a second, before continuing. "Well, except for Maya. She was driving…but she bought my explanation that the reason for my flushed cheeks was a flashback to the fire," Andy said with a self-deprecating laugh.
In retrospect, Andy wasn't sure if Maya bought her explanation, but they were all so worn out from the wildfire, Maya let it go with a slight sideways glance the only indicator that she thought that Andy might not be telling her the entire truth.
With that, Andy was done sharing her private thoughts with Robert. "So, enough of me embarrassing myself," Andy said. "It's your turn to share. What was your first "not safe for work" fantasy or dream about me?"
Robert smiled in a way that Andy knew he had one, but wasn't quite ready to share.
"That's a story for another day," he said, as he leaned in to try the distraction technique that Andy had internally dismissed a few minutes earlier.
In case you were wondering, here's the tweet…
In bed, after Andy "makes it up" to Robert:
"You know, after Ryan died, you were quite the ass when you corrected me when I called you Captain Sullivan. I don't remember you 'making it up' to me."
"Oh really? Robert says and disappears under the sheets.