A/N: I had a request for a smutty one shot post the "let it burn" scene from 14x10. This didn't turn out nearly as smutty as probably desired but I hope you all still enjoy it.
"We should probably – god that feels good – turn the oven off unless we – ah – want to set off the fire alarm," Emily manages as Andrew kissed his way down her neck, sucking at her pulse point.
"Probably a good idea," Andrew murmurs against her skin but makes no move to pause. And frankly, seeing as he's slipping her kimono off her shoulders and sliding the strap of her tank top down for further access to the top of her breast, well… she doesn't really care to stop him. That is, until she can start to smell the slight hint of burnt quiche.
"Andrew, I – fuck I should not be this turned on – just let me take out the quiche and we can move to the bedroom." With that he smirks, drops a kiss to her lips and steps aside, offering a hand to help Emily slide down from her place on the counter. As she does, she thinks about the fact that if it weren't for the quiche, she would have gladly let him take her right there on her kitchen island.
Emily hurriedly finds the oven mitts and opens the oven, taking out the quiche and placing it on the cooling rack. The edges are crisp and the top is definitely more well done than ideal but it's not black. She shuts the oven off and turns back toward Andrew, smirking when he immediately looks up and she knows he was staring at her ass. She saunters her way over to where he's standing, taking his hand and leading him toward her bedroom.
When they cross through the doorway, she immediately swivels around to face him, leaning in for a heady, tongue filled kiss. She'd been too far gone by the mere kisses he'd been lavishing upon her chest in the kitchen but she has full intention of taking some control back now. She trails a hand down his chest to his belt, palming a hand over his crotch before working at the buckle.
Andrew's breath hitches at the touch and he parts their lips, resting his forehead against hers. "Before this goes any further," he starts, gasping when her hand finds its way inside his boxers to wrap around his hardening erection. "I should probably mention that I don't have protection with me. I didn't expect to be, well…" he trails off and she smiles.
She didn't expect to be doing this yet either but she wants this, wants him. "There are some condoms in the night stand," Emily says, working his t-shirt up and over his head, his black turtleneck jacket having already been discarded somewhere on her kitchen floor. With his upper body now fully exposed, Emily took a moment to admire his toned body. She bent down, head level with his abdomen and kissed the scar she knew was from the machete killer.
"You saved my life," he whispered, the mood having suddenly shifted. "Come here," he urges her up and immediately captures her lips in a heated kiss.
When they break apart a moment later for breath, she pulls back just enough to meet his eyes and says, "Take me to bed."
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"You know what sounds good?" Andrew asks later as they're basking in the afterglow. They're still naked and Emily is curled against his side, head resting on his chest as he trails his fingers up and down her back.
"Hopefully not quiche, cause I think the one I made is a little overdone."
"I was going to say pancakes," Andrew chuckles.
"I could go for some pancakes," Emily agrees. "There's a little café down the street, I can see if they deliver."
"Do you have some flour, sugar, eggs and milk?" Andrew inquires.
"I think so, let me go check," Emily says, starting to move out of his grasp when Andrew stops her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Stay," he implores, kissing her forehead. "If you calling me from work at 6am is any indication, I know you didn't get much sleep last night and we utilized quite a bit of energy this morning," he winks. "So, as long as you trust me to find my way around your kitchen, you stay here and rest for a bit and I'll bring the food to you." He leans in for a quick kiss before crawling out of bed. Emily bites her lip and watches admiringly as he pads across the room buck naked until he finds his boxers by the door, sliding them and his t-shirt back on.
He glances back at her as he leaves the room, smiling and telling her to take a nap, he'll be back soon. She grins and rolls over in the bed, sinking her face deeper against the pillow and closes her eyes. She genuinely tries to rest but she's far too energized, fueled by pure happiness and two mind blowing orgasms. She grabs her phone from the nightstand, sending a text to the team and telling them to take the full day off. A few of them had talked about going back in later that afternoon for paperwork, herself included, but considering the turn of events she realizes it's nothing that can't wait until morning.
After returning her phone to the charger, she heads to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. She grabs an oversized t-shirt from her dresser on the way out, along with a lacy pair of boy shorts, and puts them both on before exiting the bedroom. When she rounds the corner to the kitchen, she finds Andrew cutting up some fruit he must've found in her refrigerator before turning around and flipping a pancake on the griddle. She laughs when she spots the quiche she'd made still sitting beside the stove on the cooling rack and the noise is enough to alert Andrew to her presence.
"Hey, I thought you'd be resting," he says as he pours more batter onto the hot plate. She approaches, wrapping her arms around him and peering around his shoulder.
"I'm good," she replies, kissing his shoulder over his shirt. "Those smell good."
"I'm almost done, this is the last batch," he informs, turning around in her arms and kissing her fiercely.
"Mmm," she moans as he nips at her lower lip before sliding his tongue against hers. He reluctantly pulls away a moment later, flipping the last of the pancakes onto a serving platter. Emily pulls two glasses from the cupboard, pouring them each some orange juice from the fridge. Andrew grabs the two plates Emily had previously set out, placing them on the breakfast tray along with the pancakes, bowl of fruit, and some syrup he found in the pantry. Emily carries the juice glasses and follows behind Andrew as he makes his way back to her bedroom with the tray.
They feed each other strawberries and trade maple syrup flavored kisses before finding themselves back under the covers, breakfast forgotten, and Emily can't help but think this feels right.