They walk just a minute or so until they arrive at the hospital's parking lot just across the street, never letting go of each other's hand.
"What are we doing here?" Andy asks, a bit of suspicion creeping into her voice. Maybe her doctor friends set her up with some kind of a serial killer who will leave her body to cool in this parking lot.
Very unlikely, she decides, considering the fact that her gut told her she should trust him, and her intuition is almost never wrong.
"I saw this parking lot on my way to the bar." He explains. "And dancing salsa under the starlight is kind of my idea of a perfect date."
"So this is a date now?"
"Do you want it to be?" Robert answers her question with another question.
"Take it easy, Romeo." Andy warns. "Someone can see us. We are outside of a hospital."
"It is late, Andy. I am sure most of the stuff is already gone for the night. The parking lot is nearly empty. Do you trust me?" He asks once again.
She puts the hand he is not already holding in his, and they start dancing like they have no care in the world. He is good. Not a professional like she is, but easy enough on his feet and a good leader.
Neither of them is really dressed for the occasion, both of them wearing a pair of jeans, he is in a quite fitting T-shirt, and she is in a loose top she knows compliments her body well enough. But they are dancing in a parking lot, not at a ballroom, and even though there is no music playing, it seems as though when they start dancing, they just can't stop.
It feels as if they have their own, in sync rhythm deep inside them. They move in perfect unison, like they have been dance partners for years upon years, and not like she just learned he can dance salsa too.
He makes her feel sexy, electrified, more alive than she had felt in a very long time. He makes her forget about losing her shot at being captain, makes her forget about everything and everyone.
It is like their bodies have their own, different way of communication. As if their bodies can convey messages to each other that neither of them knows how to say out loud, even though he speaks six different languages.
And boy, seeing him dancing like that, all confident and sexy, sure as hell does nothing to settle the ache between her thighs.
So the next time they are facing each other, both out of breath and a little flashed in the face from the unexpected yet welcomed exercise, Andy decides she has had enough. She wraps her arms around his neck, and pulls him down to kiss her.
She is kissing a stranger in a parking lot, a man she knows absolutely nothing about, but she couldn't care less.
She feels alive.
He is a bit surprised at first, but it takes him no time at all to catch up with her intentions. Their kiss starts slowly, and heats up before they know it. They explore each other's mouths, seek eagerly to learn everything they possibly can about their new partner. Andy's grip around Robert's neck tightens, and his hands rest on her hips, in a perfectly respectable place.
Andy hopes he won't play it respectable for the rest of the night.
They kiss and kiss, and when the two of them are finally too tired and out of breath to keep kissing, she rests her forehead against his and asks him in a hoarse voice "Can you please say something in Italian?"
His answer doesn't come immediately, but when he says it, she somehow manages to understand. Spanish is not so different from Italian after all.
"Posso portarti a casa?" May I take you home?
"Maya! Maya don't! Don't you dare!" Andy warns, chasing Maya down the staircase of the fire station.
"Hey Vic!" Maya yells across the station. "Do you want to know what Andy was doing this morning?"
"No, not really." Vic answers, as she keeps checking the fire hose, then rolling them and stuffing them inside the truck.
"You should be interested though, very much so." Bishop insists, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like a kid dying to tell her parents she excelled in her book report.
"Oh lord have mercy." Andy mumbles under her breath, praying that no one else in the station will hear the story Maya is so eager to share.
She manages to catch up with the two and stop right beside them as her best friend starts with "Herrera here," She makes a point at stopping and looking straight at her, as if it is not clear who she is speaking about. Andy looks around, praying that the alarm will go off, calling them to a case, any case, before Maya has a chance to finish that sentence. "Had walked of shamed into our apartment this morning, wearing last night's clothes, smelling of a man's cologne."
Vic stops everything she is handling, and turns her head to Andy with a meaningful look, her jaw dropping just slightly. "Go Andy!" She cheers. "I guess your doctor friends have somewhat of a good impact on you after all. Since I am very much proud of you, and only a little bit jealous, I will need all the details. Who is he? How did you meet?"
"How good was he?" Maya interrupts, pulling her fingers away from each other to symbolize a curtain length, and Andy can guess what kind of too inappropriate to be discussed at a workplace question she really wants to ask.
Andy rolls her eyes. She knows she won't be able to dodge the curiosities, so she answers as shortly and as quickly as she can. "I went to Joe's last night with Grey, Pierce and Shepherd and he was there. I am not going to tell you his name, but I am going to say that yes, he was very, very good. But guys, there is nothing to talk about, it was just one night. We didn't even exchange phone numbers."
"So, something like this?" Maya asks as she pulls her fingers further away from each other.
Flashes of last night come to Andy's mind. His skin on hers, his tongue on the curve where her breast meets her bra, then his breath right there making her shiver. His kisses, his touches, the way he moved beneath her, with her.
She blushes, and it gives her away.
Maya and Vic change meaningful glances, before Hughes says "The shy school girl look on your face doesn't really suit you, and it tells a different story. Spill it, sister."
She is saved by a loud shout coming from outside the station, calling them to line up, telling them Chief Ripley will be there in a moment to introduce station 19's new Captain.
They all form a line as the Chief approaches. "I would like to introduce you all to the new Captain of station 19. Captain Robert Sullivan."
Andy can't hear anything said after that moment. Robert, or Captain Sullivan as she should refer to him starting this moment forward, looks deep into her eyes as he speaks. She traces a spark of recognition in his eyes, letting her know that he didn't magically forget her over night. Everything from last night comes back to her, wave after wave of pleasure, her fingers trailing across his defined abs, his lips kissing her lower belly. The tow-curling sensation when he made her come, and then come again.
The man she shared one of the best nights of her life with is her new Captain.
It feels like the earth is free falling beneath her feet, yet he looks completely put together, not a bit as affected by this situation as she is. Last night she was in his bed, explaining all the things she wanted him to do to her, all the parts of her body she wanted him to explore, with very vivid descriptions. Today he is the man who took the job she has been dreaming of since she was a seven years old, running around with her father's helmet on, away from her fingertips, and she has to answer everything he orders with a "Yes, Sir."
She isn't listening to whatever he has to say, her mind racing 100 miles per hour. When all of her peers get inside the station, she follows them without really knowing what she has to do next, and she can only hope he didn't say anything too important.
She manages to grab Maya by the wrist on her way in, digs her fingernails hard into her best friend's skin to get her attention. Maya hisses with pain, and Andy has to gather all the strength she got in order to prevent her voice from shaking as she whispers into her best friend's ear "Maya, I walk of shamed out of his place this morning."
Author's note: I don't speak Italian, so hold google translate accountable to any mistakes. Hope you will let me know what you think and if you want to read more of this story