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_ Chapter 6 _

Andy came home an hour early for the first time in days, hoping to spend some time with Virginia. He set his keys and holster down on the counter and took off his jacket. Usually she'd hear him come in the door and come flying down the hall to ask him how his day was and a hundred other questions.

He walked into the kitchen and there was a pot roast cooking in the oven, making him smile in an instant. It was never a disappointment coming home to this woman. He heard something fall in the bedroom and looked around the corner to their half open bedroom door.

He caught a glimpse of her tall and slender silhouette removing a navy blue blouse and moved his eyes away. Her pale skin exposed in the dim lighting was enough to stagger his breath.

The image her dark brown hair strewn over her bare shoulders stuck to his mind, putting him in an involuntary state of arousal. It'd been months since they first started dating, and even though he was being patient and letting her set the pace, he still ached to touch her. After many cold flannel nights of holding her close and feeling the warmth of her steady breathing against his neck he needed her more than he ever thought he would. The shower walking-ins and glimpses of her getting dressed in the morning or when he came home from work were incidental. Every time he saw more than he thought he could handle he considered making a move, or saying something, but he never did out of fear she wasn't ready for that step yet. The last thing he wanted was her to feel pressured into rushing their relationship.

"Andy…?"

He was drawn from his thoughts to the woman standing in front of him wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans that revealed the curves of her figure. "Are you alright?"

He cleared his thoughts and smiled at her. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry."

She finished buttoning the front of her blouse and walked around him, into the kitchen. She noticed his briefcase laid on the counter and a small sigh escaped her. "You brought paperwork home?"

She lifted the lid off the crockpot and lifted the ladle to check on their dinner.

"Yes, but I promise to take time away for you."

He followed behind her, wrapping his arms around her front and resting his chin on her shoulder. He watched as she spread the broth over the roast, and turned the dial up a bit.

"Your salad is in the fridge, and pasta is in the oven."

He smiled again her, pressing his lips against her neck. "How much longer?"

She lifted the ladle and placed the lid back on. "About twenty minutes. Why don't you try and get some work done, while I set the table."

He stole a kiss from her, before grabbing his briefcase and laying out some files in the living room.

He found relief in finally feeling things were back to normal between them. Ever since the night he came home drunk, they'd been avoiding the conversation. He was sure she was afraid to talk with him about it, and as much as he didn't want her to feel that way, he was sure she was putting it off. At the moment, that was the only flaw in their relationship and it was his fault.

Once dinner was ready, they sat down. Him to his greens and her to the pot roast, but a glass of lemon water replacing her usual glass of red wine. "No wine tonight?"

She was trying to be considerate of the fact he'd started drinking again. Was she being too obvious by skipping out on wine that night?

Andy let the subject pass, having an idea of why she hadn't answered. He was much more distracted by the neck of her blouse, and how it'd significantly dropped since they'd sat down.

He wanted to say something, knowing she'd probably be embarrassed by it, but dismissed the idea, his thoughts getting the better of him.

They finished dinner and Virginia took their plates to the kitchen, while Andy returned to his work.

Once Virginia had cleaned up, she turned off the lights to the kitchen, dimming the room and found her place next to Andy on the sofa. She curled her arm around his and nestled into him, careful not to mess up his paperwork.

"I'm almost finished." His concentration was still half on the paper in his hands when he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"See if somethings on television. It won't bother me, don't worry."

She reached for the TV remote before snuggling back into him as she began searching through the channels and landing on the news channel when nothing else was on.

The forecast played in the background and she focused on him instead, watching the lines of his face as he concentrated so closely on what he was reading. His deep brown eyes scanned line after line, the simplest expression fascinating her.

She must have dazed off for quite some time when he suddenly tucked the packages away in his briefcase and zipped it shut. "Are you tired? Do you wanna go to bed, or see what else is on TV."

She bit her lip before answering him right away. "We could go to bed now, if you'd like?"

He smiled and took her lips in his for a quick kiss before taking a stand.

She mirrored him, clicking off the television and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her hair. "Why don't you put all this away," she suggested, motioning toward the piles of paper, "and I'll go get in my pyjamas."

A nod was all she needed for confirmation. She started off down the hall to their room, while Andy began fixing the living room. Once everything was tidied, and he had taken his vitamins, he shuffled across the floor to their bedroom and knocked softly before entering. The bathroom light was on the door was shut. He changed into a pair of boxers and plain white t-shirt and settled into to bed, just resting his eyes until she joined him.

A few minutes later the bathroom door opened and she stood in the doorway wearing a silk coral nighty, exposing more skin than her usual flannels or cotton button ups. His eyes were stuck on her, as she made her way to her side of the bed slowly.

Her face was clean of make-up, but still the most beautiful face he'd ever beheld.

The first thing she noticed when she'd entered the room was his face appeared to be burgeoned with faituge. She only hoped that he wasn't too tired. She sat facing him, trying not to fidget with her hands. "Are you tired?" She asked, not bothering to pull her side of the blankets up.

"It's pretty early," he noted, only removing his eyes from her to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

His eyes moved to the window, clearly trying to distract himself. She hoped her plan was working. She positioned herself closer to him, exposing more cleavage than what Andy thought he could bear. His eyes remained fixed on the curtains, and occasional headlights passing from outside the house.

"We don't have to go to sleep.."

Her words were hesitant but assuringly suggestive.

Without waiting for any further action, or statements she leaned forward slowly, removing the gap between them and and drawing him into a passionate kiss.

He gave into his emotions, his hands holding her against him while they moved almost rhythmically. She maneuvered herself above him, her legs on either side of him and her hands threading through his hair. It wasn't something they normally did, but she craved it and found no other way in reaching that step besides taking matters into her own hands.

He'd never imagined in his wildest dreams Virginia held this much passion in her. Whether it was a spur of the moment or something more he couldn't bear the thought of taking advantage of her or taking for granted all she had given him so far. If this was something she'd regret in the morning, he wouldn't be able to let it go on. He wanted her to be sure it was what she wanted before anything more happened.

It wasn't any easy task, her lips trailing their way down his neck, causing his body to practically beg for more. The straps of the small gown began sliding down her bare shoulder and that was when he took his last chance to back out before things escalated much farther than a goodnight kiss.

"You have to be up early… We should probably go to sleep."

It was natural for Andy to be considerate like that. She dismissed his remark and continued trailing kisses back to his jaw until she met his lips again. Pure lust had driven her this far, and the concentration she had worked so hard to build up wouldn't let her stop at that point.

His hands found her shoulders, pushing lightly enough to distance her lips from his skin.

It was hard enough saying the words the first time. He knew if she didn't comply this time he wouldn't have the willpower to stop her.

That time he didn't have to say anything for her to understand what he was saying. She sat motionless for what felt like hours, her eyes bearing into his like she was trying to calculate his actions. A few seconds later, she lowered herself back to the bed beside him, pulling the sheets close to her chin.

She had never felt so embarrassed in her whole life, and by her own boyfriend. His words were soft, and his action gentle but it was the reasoning behind them that puzzled her and made her panic. This wasn't how she had pictured it. That wasn't how their night was supposed to go.

She reached over to turn off the lamp and nuzzled her head into the pillow as she stared at the wall. Andy did the same, and reached for her, to pull her in like always did at night, but she pulled back, still distracted by her thoughts. "Goodnight Virginia."

After she turned away from him, he took it as a sign he'd hurt her. He just didn't know to what extent.

Her nerves had got the best of her and tears began to fall, trailing down her cheeks to the pillow sheets . She shut her eyes, and tried remembering there was so much more between them than sex. They loved each other and that was the very reason she had stepped into the bedroom earlier that evening, offering herself to him. Maybe it was still too soon, and she'd miscalculated it as being something he wanted too.

An hour or so later, Andy was fast asleep behind her and she calmer. She faced him, and found her place in his arms, knowing she wouldn't sleep well that night without him. She wasn't mad at him, and she wouldn't allow herself to worry about what had happened that evening. She would just have to let time have its toll, and maybe it would happen at a later time. For now, all she needed was his arms around her to fall asleep peacefully.

_ AC_

She sat at the lunch table, with a few other doctors, just listening as they chatted away about a prestigious doctor coming the following day. Her fork picked through her garden salad as she impatiently waited for lunch to come to an end so she could return to her patients.

"What about you, ?"

She perked at the sound of her voice, tucking her hands under the table nervously. "Have you ever ruptured a tumour trying to remove it?"

Her eyes fluttered nervously. "No, I haven't."

They returned to their conversation, and Virginia decided it was time to go. She always felt so out of place sitting with them. They were kind to her and treated her respectfully as their superior, but she always felt invisible around them, lacking the social skills they had. She closed up her salad and made her way back to the nurses station to sort out her papers and catch up with her residents. She was anxious to go home and see Andy, and try to correct what had happened earlier in the week. After Tuesday night, neither of them had brought it up and it was as thought it hadn't happened. Virginia was grateful he hadn't said anything, being afraid of how to react. It certainly wasn't a mistake, but she didn't want to have to talk about it. All her life was strategic planning and pre-organizing things, for once she just wanted spontaneity. She was afraid of the thought that maybe he just wasn't sexually attracted to her.

She collected her files and spoke to the nurse at the nurses station before leaving to find the other doctors.

The rest of the day was rather slow. One trauma being brought in and a minor surgery later, Virginia headed home for the night. She took her time on the way home, cruising down back roads to avoid traffic and humming along to the radio playing faintly in the background.

She pulled into their driveway and saw the kitchen light on, hopefully meaning Andy had dinner ready. She retrieved her briefcase from the passenger seat and walked up to their house, with the sound of her small heels hitting the pavement.

The door was unlocked when she entered the house. She hated when Andy would be so careless as to not lock the door behind himself. Especially with the career he had. Anyone could just let themselves in and cause trouble.

She hung her coat up and advanced into the living room, to where Andy was seated on the couch watching baseball re-runs. She leaned over the couch kissing his cheek. "You're home early."

He sat with the remote in his hands, still in his uniform; shoes off and feet on the coffee table. He removed them from the table, knowing how much hated it when he put his feet up on the perfectly polished wood.

She held her balance on the back of the couch, while she removed her shoes one by one, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I wasn't sure when you'd be home so I just made spaghetti. Your sauce is in the right pan."

Very rarely did she let him make dinner, but after a long, boring Thursday, she had texted him in advanced, asking him to make something quick and easy.

She started toward their room, wanting to get out of her scrubs before eating.

She'd only been gone for a few seconds when Andy heard an ungodly shriek come from down the hall. "ANDREW FLYNN! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

He wasn't sure how he'd managed to get himself into trouble within the short time she'd been home, but she was pissed. He sulked into their bedroom, ready for a lecture of some sort.

She was standing next to the bed, hands on her hips and and a truly appalled look across her face. "This is the third time this week you've forgot to make the bed before you leave for work."

She could see him struggling to hold back his chuckling, which only made her angrier. She picked up one of the pillows and whacked him in the chest. "It's not funny. I mean it!"

He brought his hands up trying to shield himself from her and failing, erupting into laughter. "Andy…" she protested.

He held his arms out to her and she went to hit him with the pillow again, but he caught it and let it fall to the floor. A new look of fear entered her eyes as he brought her into his arms, successfully making her forget about being mad. He covered her with kisses as she giggled, still trying to hang on to her last thread of control. She held her hands out, causing him to fall back on the bed, taking her with him. He grabbed her waist and reversed their positions so she was laying beneath him, laughing like a child as he kissed around her face. "Andy!" She squealed.

But he didn't stop until her face was red and her stomach was in knots. "Andy, my dinner's getting cold."

He kissed her once more before allowing her the space to sit up. She pulled her shirt together and huffed. "You're such a child sometimes, Andrew Flynn."

"Yes, but you love me anyway," he called, as she left the room to return to the kitchen.

_ AC _

His hands ran through her hair, sending shivers down her spine and her increasingly pulsing heart into overdrive. Her hands held tightly to his shirt, she pulled him by the collar, closer so she wouldn't be straining her neck.

After a stressful day at work, longing to come home to him and throw herself into his arms they had ended up on the couch together just talking at first, which lead to a full make-out session.

The agony of waiting for him to make the first move was driving her more insane every day to the point where she wasn't sure how much longer she could wait. She'd never considered herself an overly sexual being, or someone who craved sexual attention, but lately it was something that couldn't leave her mind. She assumed that must be what heart crushing, life altering love was like. After her last relationship may years prior, she never thought she'd want that level of intimacy with a man, but Andy had broken down the barrier rather quickly.

A low moan escaped her lips when he began nibbling softly down her neck and across her shoulders. She'd never received so much attention from someone in her life, to the point where she wasn't sure how to react.

His lips found their way back to hers, kissing her softly once, twice and then pulling back, long enough to leave them both hot, bothered and breathing heavily. She opened her eyes and found his on her. Usually she would grin bashfully, but it had become such a familiar look to her. "Andy…"

She wondered whether or not it was the right time to bring it up. She was already half way to where she wanted to be the other night, and she didn't want to stop him if that was where it was heading. "Do you find me attractive?"

His eyebrows knit together, truly thrown aback by her words. "What kind of question is that?" He asked.

It was so out of the blue for her to say, that he wasn't quite sure he could compose the words right away to answer. How could she ask him such a thing after he had just finished devouring her with his lips for a solid ten minutes?

"Do you find yourself attracted to me?"

The repetition of her question still didn't bring any clarification to him. He couldn't begin to put into words the thoughts that came to his mind when he saw her. He asked God every day how he had ended up so lucky with a second chance at love, with a woman as beautiful as Virginia inside and out. "Virginia, honey… I think you're absolutely gorgeous. What makes you ask such a thing?"

She sat up against the arm of the sofa, and pulled her knees to her chest, an act she often did when she was more self conscious than anxious. "What happened the other night… I don't understand why you stopped me. I-"

"Virginia, stop," he interrupted her.

He knew how much she hated when it when he would cut her off, but he couldn't allow her to believe her appearance had anything to do with the matter. "What happened Tuesday night has nothing whatsoever to do with your sex appeal. I can promise you that."

She went quiet, letting him sort out his thoughts, but it still didn't make sense to her. If he found her to be so gorgeous then why was it he never showed any signs of interest in their sexual relationship?

He recognized by the look on her face that her mind was reeling and she was trying to wrap it around something.

"Andy, are you having difficulties becoming sexually aroused?"

"What!?" His eyes were wide with pure shock from her random accusation.

"Andy, it's completely normal for a man your age-"

The entire conversation so far had sounded completely insane to him, and he was ready to end it all together. "How old do you think I am!?"

He sat up, running his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down. "Virginia, I do not have any erectile dysfunctions. I can promise you that."

"I don't understand."

Virginia was genuinely confused. If it wasn't her, or his sexual reproductive system that was standing in the way, then what was it? "The other night when we were in bed, I wanted you, Andy. I wanted…" She ended it there, disallowing herself from going off track. "You pushed me away and that hurt."

He reached for her hand, taking the small figure in his and stroking it softly with his forefinger. "I was giving you the distance that I thought you wanted. I didn't want you to regret anything you did with me. I thought you wanted to take this slow."

"I do Andy, but it's been almost a year we've been together, and I have needs. I want to be with you and I was trying to show you that."

She took a moment to compose herself, trying to keep her nerves at bay. She folded her hands in her lap. "I know that I'm not very good at delivering physical cues. I thought that I'd go out on a limb and try to be seductive, instead of leaving all the primary notions to you."

Just the very idea of that she'd been wanting him all along was enough to make him want to take her right there on the couch, but he composed himself, knowing he had some explaining to do first.

His hands settled on her knees, motioning for her to let them down. She readjusted her position so her feet were behind her and she was facing him. His hand cupped her cheek, as his eyes bore an unbearable about of love for the women who dared to think he wasn't attracted to her. "I love you, Virginia. I would give you anything and everything. All you have to do is ask."

She blinked back tears as she gave him what little of a smile she could muster at the time. She closed the gap between them, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Their lips were soft and slow but passionate enough to invite sparks.

"Andy," her voice was low and firm. It was tried as a directive but came out as more of a plea.

"Make love to me."

She only hoped he'd be able to see how desperately she wanted him. She wasn't going to beg, but it was something she had decided was worth fighting for.

He kissed the tip of her nose. "You don't have to ask twice."

It didn't take long for Virginia's nerves to start acting up. Butterflies filled her stomach and her breathing became even shorter. His hands slowly slid beneath her cotton and lace shirt. Her skin was warm under his hands. She flinched from his cold touch, but didn't complain.

Her mind was spinning as her lips grew swollen from his covering her. With parted lips their tongues touched, making Virginia grow restless. She couldn't take any more teasing. "Andy…"

Their mouthes separated just long enough for a few words to escape him. "Wait. Not here."

He stood from the couch, wrapping her in his arms and lifting her against him. A small giggle escaped her lips before they returned to his.

He let her down lightly on the bed, only stopping to unbutton his shirt. She rose to her knees, pulling it off him to quicken the process. He wouldn't protest, but he wanted to take it slow; not rush their first time together.

She laid back on the bed, her hair cascading down the pillows as she waited anxiously for his hands to be on her again. Her need was only growing stronger by the second.

Her shirt was lifted above her and gathered on the floor seconds later. The heat that had built between them was playing with her senses. All Virginia could concentrate on was the sound of his heavy breathing and feel of his fingers, as they slowly unclipped her bra from behind her. He slid the straps down her shoulders, allowing her to do the rest.

He watched her face meticulously for any signs of discomfort or hesitance, finding nothing but pure satisfaction. His hand kneaded her breast as he left wet kisses along her collar bone. He knew she was growing closer already, just by how her hands tightened around the bedsheets and the way her eyes kept falling shut.

His lips trailed farther down, eliciting a sharp gasp from the woman beneath him. "Andy…"

Her pleading was hard to ignore, as he continued moving his hands further down along the bareness of her stomach and hips. His fingers found the fabric of her trousers, teasing her waistline. "Take them off," she spoke in barely a whisper.

His joined hers on floor within seconds later. Her hands pulled at the bed sheets as his hand slid between her thighs, catching her breath and reminding her to breathe. They moved in a rhythmic motion, making her pant and ache for more of him. "Andy, I…."

The words had barely left her mouth when she arched off the bed, his hand finding the small of her back. Her heart raced as shear pleasure built up within her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The sound of her name being spoken lowly in her ear, raised the flames within her, leaving her trembling beneath him.

He kissed her softly, allowing her the time to catch her breath as he tugged at his boxers, letting them slide off. He looked her in the eyes, looking for consent. The back of his fingers stroked the side of her face, until her eyes opened, bearing the most passion he'd seen in her. The way her body had reacted to him was a clear indication she was ready, but he needed to make sure it was what she wanted.

"Please…" Her voice was soft and fragile, unlike her predominant need to sound firm and austere. Her arms pulled him closer to her as he lowered himself, entering her slowly.

She gripped his forearms, as each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through her. All her worries had disappeared, leaving her mind empty with the only thought of him remaining.

It had been such a long time since she'd last been with a man, and it was never like this. Andy was taking his time, worshipping every small movement and sound she made. This time it was gentle and slow, but not tedious.

He could feel her tightening around him, implicating she was close to undoing once again. With a few more thrusts, she found herself unable tor refrain from holding on any longer. She let herself go, contracting around him as she lost control. She tightened around him, indicating she'd reached her high yet again. He watched her come undone as her head fell back against the pillows, before a string of whimpers came. The way she'd given all of herself to him, provoked his own release. He followed after her, echoing her name before releasing himself within her.

He lay above her, catching his breath as he framed her face with kisses. She couldn't recall time she felt as content as she did, her body relaxed against his. They lay wrapped in each other, just enjoying the satisfying feeling of having each other.

Once Andy had regained composure he raised himself just enough to leave small kisses across her cheekbones and to the corner of her mouth. "Love you," she managed between breaths.

He felt her skin growing cold and pulled out, settling next to her. He held her to him, bringing the sheets up past her shoulder.