Waking up the next morning proved to be quite the challenge for Sharon, her legs were completely sore. The aching ringing alarms in her head, disentangling herself from Jack's embrace and sitting up on the bed. The clock on her nightstand glaring 5:15 am, "Ugghhh" turning over and hitting Jack on the shoulder. "Jack its time to get up!" She was met with him rolling over and placing a pillow over his head.
"Shar, I am on vacation." Turning over and burying his head into the pillow. "You better hurry up and get to work, you may miss Andy if you don't." He chuckled, she grabbed her pillow and hit him a few times. "Hey, now I could call this in as a domestic."
"Get over yourself." She couldn't help but smile though at his jest. "I may be out late tonight. Will I see you later? Or did I hurt your ego enough to come home to one of your infamous notes?" Drawing out the infamous as slowly as she could with a raised eyebrow, yeah her and Jack had played these games one too many times.
"I guess we will see, I'm actually waiting to hear from one of my buddies. A sure thing is in the works, never can tell." He spoke as he started to sit up in the bed, stretching out his arms "I might just whisk you away the next time I come blowing through town." Then trying to shield his face by the onslaught of her pillow hurling fast at his head. "You got me babe, I will be here."
Standing up now, she heard the crackle of her legs going off as she started to walk away from him. "Jack we are getting too mature to be rolling around on the floor. Don't you think?" Without waiting for a reply she headed into her bathroom, knowing a hot shower was just the cure for her worked out limbs.
After the shower, she spent time fixing her hair and looking at her reflection in the mirror. I could shoot myself for that slip up yesterday, but the look on Jack's face was priceless. Next doing her make-up she couldn't help but play out the scene in her head.
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"You said Andy." Jack finally announced, a look of shock over his face as if he just witnessed her cheating on him. She was already down the hallway half naked kicking off her heels when she stopped and turned to face him.
"Andy?" She asked, not dawning on her that she in fact did say his name. Well, essentially cumming to his name. "What are you going on about?" She watched as Jack stared a hole into her head, and waving his arms wildly around his midsection and to his groin then animately waving in her direction. She quickly began playing with the ends of her unbuttoned blouse, no pockets meant her hands had to find a way to occupy themselves as she observed Jack.
Waving his finger in her direction, "SEX Sharon, having sex YOU said Andy!" he then reached down for his pants and started to put them on. "Andy?" Sharon continued to look dumbfounded, and slowly started to realize yes she did know what he was talking about, no she did not want him to know THAT ANDY, not Flynn his old drinking and cards buddy. Oh shit, or rather should she just be honest and admit it. There was indeed a small... okay... well a big attraction to that smug, sarcastic, always too quick to anger playboy of the LAPD Andy Flynn. "Earth to Sharon Raydor!" Jack started snapping his fingers and waving his hand from side to side to get her attention.
"Oh, Jack don't be silly. Haven't you had fantasies about my friends?" She slowly strutted back to the living room. His eyes immediately fell down to her feet and back up her naked legs to her panty less figure still wearing that blouse that was still conveniently undone, and that black lace bra, drawing his mouth to yet again water. "So?" She slowly pulled her blouse down and throwing it at his feet knowing she had his attention completely. "You're not jealous of a fantasy are you? Jackson William Raydor jealous of Lieutenant Andrew Flynn?" Feeling that control yet again knowing he could not resist her seductive side.
"Well, gee Sharon when you put it that way" He quickly closed the gap between the two of them. "Just so you remember you are indeed a married woman." Kissing her more feverishly this time, and scooping her up into his arms and heading down the hallway to her bedroom. Her giggling at his antics, and running her hand through his hair.
Distracting Jack was a piece of cake, and if there was one thing Jack couldn't pass up anymore was cake. No, don't think like that. That was kind of harsh, back to Andy. Sharon smiled just thinking about him, and could feel the swell of butterflies in her stomach. Oh that man! Picking up her perfume she lightly sprayed the air and stepped into it, tying the rob tightly around herself she headed back into the bedroom. "Jack?" Looking at the now empty room, there on the nightstand was another note. Well, that was fast after he just said... picking it up she read the short two lines. Don't worry, I'm taking a shower in the guest bath... Jack Rolling her eyes, she tapped the letter in her other hand a few times and smiled. I wonder if Andy likes red? Smirking to herself she headed to her dresser and pulled the second to the bottom drawer out where she kept her sexy undergarments. Rummaging through the vast drawer she squealed when she found what she was looking for. Holding the red bra up to her robed chest, and the red thong in her other hand she set to work to put them on. Is this who you are now Sharon? A teenage vixen? He's not even going to see you in this... But I know I will have it on while I'm in his presence.
Heading to her closet, she found her nude colored blouse a black blazer and a pencil skirt. Matching it with the right pumps she quickly dressed and looked over at the time 6:45. "Jack I'm heading off!" She yelled, as she raced out of the apartment. I love you Jack, but please be gone by tonight.
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Andy sluggishly walked into the building, so much on his mind no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get her out of his head. Especially, the version he witnessed not even 24 hours before. Flirtatious and playful Sharon, working with her for years and even
"You look like hell!" Provenza growled at his partner, Andy who usually was impeccably dressed from tie to shoes just rolled his eyes at an ass for a partner. He knew he looked tired, he tossed and turned the night before and couldn't be bothered this morning to lay out his suit for the day. Donning just a regular black suit, with a white shirt, and no tie. Who needs the tie anyways? I would probably strangle somebody today.
"Yeah? Tell me Louie, which dumpster did you pluck those out of?" He gestured at Provenza's suit. "You cheap bastard."
"You know NOT to call me that, and I didn't pluck it out of anywhere. Your mother says hi by the way." Provenza quickly quipped, handing Andy a coffee as they quickly stepped foot into the elevator.
"Yeah right." Andy relented and half-smiled, which quickly vanished as he heard that familiar click-clack click-clack of expensive stilettos, coming up behind him. His heart immediatly started pounding in his chest.
"Hold the door." Sharon called out, Provenza quickly started mashing close doors. Andy who wasn't particulary in the right place to see her just yet, after only seeing her with Jack yesterday making out in the parking garage but his stomach was already tingling in anticipation to see her, quickly swatted at Provenza's hand and put his arm out to halt the doors.
"There is SOMETHING definitely wrong with you!" Provenza huffed, as he glared at Andy. Sharon stepped in giving them a curious look, "Well, today is going to hell." Provenza mumbled, smirking at him she punched the button to her floor and stood to the side.
"Lieutenants."
"Captain." They said simulataneously, Andy's stomach wouldn't let up now enclosed in tight space with her and Provenza. His partner was right, this elevator might as well have opened a portal to hell and sunk them all. Then something caught his eye, the color red was peeking over her blouse. Andy quickly turned to look at his partner who was staring at the numbers 2-3-4 showing the floors they were going up noticing he was in the clear he let his eyes roam towards her chest. His face began to flush almost in anger, She's even dressing up for the dirtbag? as if sensing his eyes on her. She slowly turned her whole body almost robotic, he loved how she did that. Her eyes already registering his line of sight, then pulling the top of her blouse to cover that racy red that threatened to spill out. Caught! Shit.
"How's Connie?" She asked, he actually looked! Andy quickly pulled a toothpick out of his suit pocket and popped it in his mouth. Really? How's Connie? Ugh get it together Sharon! Her cheeks flushing a light red, embarassed that she didn't play her hand a little smoother.
"How's Jack?" He asked once he had the safety net of his toothpick in between his lips to distract from that question. Connie of all people, his very bitter, very out of his bed ex wife. Sharon blinked and for a second he saw her stoned face reveal a trace of emotion there and quickly washed away and before him was Captain Raydor. Andy tried to make sense of it, was it love? Shame? Even as a Lieutenant, Sharon was the hardest person he ever had to read.
"Oh, he's fine." The elevator stopped, she nodded at the two and stepped off. Andy watched her until the doors shut. Rolling his eyes, and felt Provenza staring a hole into his head.
"Connie?" Andy glared at his partner, and pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and in a stabbing motion at Provenza's eye. "Yeah? Your the one who let that woman ride with us!" Provenza barked at him, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Not another word old man." Andy gritted between his teeth. She smells insanely good, fuck that woman will be the death of me. Vibrations from his pocket, interrupted his thoughts. Sighing, he pulled out his phone as he and Provenza got off the lift and headed down the hallway towards the murder room. Just great... Jackson Raydor's name appearing on his phone stopped Andy in his tracks.
