First of all, I'd like to thank all of you who read, reviewed, favorited or followed this collection of prompts! I'm glad you're enjoying them!

The prompt line for this new short piece is "You're getting a vasectomy. That's final" (yeah, funny one!). So here it is, the story is set during Major Crimes late season 4 - early season 5. I hope you'll like it!

Again, special thanks to my wonderful Beta, eelise187!

I still don't own the show or its characters.

CHAPTER THREE: VASECTOMY

"So the kitchen?" Andy whispered to Sharon as he teasingly kissed her earlobe. His hands traveled up and down her back, underneath her blouse, as he added with a grin, "You want to try a new spot?"

"Andy, I don't freaking care…" Sharon panted, "as long as you shut up and go ahead." She ordered in a deep tone while her hands struggled with the buttons of his shirt. She finally managed to undo the last button and she quickly got rid of Andy's shirt, throwing it on the floor.

"Always so bossy, Captain." Andy murmured against the skin of her neck as he dropped a kiss there. He then grasped the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head, the piece of clothing joining Andy's shirt on the floor.

"That's how you like me, Lieutenant." Sharon immediately shot back in a husky voice, arching an eyebrow with a cocky smile before focusing on unbuckling his belt.

Their movements became more frantic as Sharon felt the cold counter behind her. It sent shivers down her spine, as she ran a hand through Andy's salt and pepper hair. She drew him closer to her and caught his lips with hers for another hungry kiss. Andy ran a hand up her thigh, slightly lifting her skirt as she moaned against his lips.

"JESUS CHRIST!" a familiar voice echoed in the living room.

Sharon and Andy immediately broke apart and Sharon ducked behind the counter while Andy turned around to find Provenza standing right in front of him. Andy discreetly moved his shirt with his feet, close enough to Sharon for her to grab it and put it on. She quickly buttoned it up while Provenza exclaimed, a mix of disgust and horror in his voice, and a hand covering his eyes, "I'm about to put my own eyes out." He paused and then put his hand on his chest as he theatrically added, "Ow, what is it? A heart attack? Oh please Lord, take me now."

"You're done?" Andy asked the Lieutenant, crossing his arms over his chest as he rolled his eyes at his partner overreacting.

"I'M DONE?!" Provenza repeated, almost yelling. "NO, YOU TWO ARE YOU DONE?! Who are you? Two wild teenagers who can't keep their hands off of each other?!" He paused to catch his breath, "Oh and for God's sake, I'm not talking to you standing like this…" he added, gesturing with a hand to his partner's bare chest.

"What? You've already seen me shirtless before, Provenza, come on."

"Shirtless as I'm changing my clothes shirtless, not as I'm about to screw the Captain shirtless. Oh my, I think I'm about to be sick." Provenza stopped talking as he studied his partner. He groaned when he noticed a particular detail, "Ye' Gods, lock the barn door, Flynn! Last thing I want is your horse to get out." He cringed at the thought. He was definitely feeling sick.

Sharon blushed, as she appeared from behind the counter, "I'll leave you two to talk." She only whispered and hurriedly left the living room, gripping to the hem of the shirt Andy gave her so tight that her knuckles were turning white.

"What in the hell are you doing here, Provenza?" Andy asked him, a confused look on his face.

"What am I doing here? I'm wondering that too! Believe it or not, Flynn, I didn't feel the need to walk in on you two doing your dirty business in the kitchen." Provenza added. "THE KITCHEN, FLYNN?!" He reiterated with a disgusted face, "I will never accept a dinner invitation from you two again, I'm telling you."

"God, you sound like Rusty." Andy sighed, shaking his head.

"This is a nightmare, this is a living nightmare." Provenza repeated as he started pacing. "And this," he added pointing a threatening finger a few inches away from Andy's face, "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?! You're the one barging in and I'm the one you blame?!" Andy exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes!" Provenza shouted back. "This is ALWAYS your fault, Flynn! The sight of you two…" he sighed in frustration, covering his eyes, "Oh God, this will haunt me forever."

Provenza took a few steps forward as he scanned the room, "No wonder the kid gave me his key and insisted that I pick up my phone myself." He spotted his phone between the couch's pillows and he took it, "Here. Now I will leave. I'm going with the kid for a burger even if, ye' Gods, I won't eat a crumb after that."

Andy couldn't hold back a grin as he watched his friend walk back to the door. Provenza suddenly turned around, pointing another menacing finger in his partner's direction, "And Flynn, you're getting a vasectomy. That's final."

"We're past that phase, Provenza, don't worry." Andy reassured him, rolling his eyes at the older Lieutenant.

"I don't want to risk it anyway. Only thing missing is a bunch of mini-idiotic-Flynns bouncing around and making my life a living hell, more than what you already manage to do." His eyes widened at the thought and he shook his head, "God, I will cut your balls myself to prevent me from witnessing to another scene like this one."

"Oh you know, the Captain won't be happy about that." Andy smirked, winking at his partner.

"FLYNN!" Provenza groaned in frustration as he opened the front door, "You freaking idiot." He added, throwing Andy a deadly glare before closing the door behind him.

Thank you so much for reading this short story, I hope you enjoyed it!

More coming soon! ;)