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Chapter Six

It had been a difficult case. Everyone was trying to find a way to blow off steam and decompress. The rest of the team met for drinks after wrapping everything up, but Sharon and Andy decided to meet at his place instead. The case had been long and their time apart even longer. Both of them were still reeling from the emotional toll the murder had taken on them, and they were both searching for a distraction, something to keep them from feeling the pain.

They barely made in through Andy's doorway before they crashed into each other. Their bodies heated, their lips seeking, and their hands teasing. The only thing on both of their minds was consuming each other into pleasure-filled oblivion.

"I've always had this fantasy of bending you over your desk," he rasped in between heated kisses, voice full of arousal and lust. It sent jolts of desire straight to Sharon's core.

"Not going to happen," she said breathlessly as she pushed a finger into his chest.

"Yeah, I know, but I was just thinking... I have a desk," he said suggestively. She kissed him passionately and ground her hips into his.

"Lead the way," she replied, her voice so thick with arousal, Andy almost lost all of his control. He led her over to his desk and turned her around. They were both too worked up for any foreplay, so he bent down and enticingly ran his hands up the back of her thighs. His hands dipped under her skirt and over her toned rear end until they met the elastic band of her smooth satin underwear. He quickly tugged them down and she stepped out of them, keeping her heels in place.

He undid his pants, and Sharon heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper followed by the metal buckle hitting the wooden floor with a clunk. Then, the final barrier as his boxers landed with a softer thump. Suddenly, she felt his fingers ghosting over the sensitive flesh of the inside of her thighs as he lifted her skirt up to her waist. When he ran his hard length teasingly through her wet center, she gasped. She was so ready for him. He moved his hand up her back gently pushing her over the desk and then swiftly entered her without preamble. She moaned loudly at the contact. He set a blistering pace as he moved in and out of her. His hands sliding to her hips and gripping hard.

The sight of her long, perfect legs in her sexy heels and her round rear end had him quickly losing the faint control he had over his arousal. And then there was the tantalizing view of his hardness moving in and out of her as she was bent over and splayed out in front of him. He was about to lose control any moment, so his right hand moved off of her hip where it had taken up residence, and found her sensitive nub. He ran sloppy circles around it and felt her clench around him. He moaned and spilled inside her.

The moments that followed should have felt like bliss. They should have been sated and basking in the afterglow, but they were anything but. Reality hit them, and it hit hard. They were both just standing there maintaining the same position awkwardly until Andy pulled out of her. She stood up and reached behind her and pulled down her skirt before she turned around. He bent down and pulled up his boxers and pants. This was awkward, and neither wanted to face why. She reached down and grabbed her underwear and quickly stuffed it into her discarded purse, not wanting to stay long enough to put it on.

"I should... I need to go," she said suddenly, and when their eyes met, the pain they were feeling was reflected in both of their gazes.

"Sharon, wait-" Andy called after her.

"It's fine. I'm fine. I just need to get home. Rusty and dinner," she rambled as she headed straight for his door, mentally running through the contents of her car and hoping she still had that box of tissues she could use to clean herself up with before she got home. He followed her, but she quickened her pace.

"Sharon! Just wait. I'm sorry. This was stupid," he tried, but she walked through his door and hurried to her car. From his front porch, he watched helplessly as she drove away.

Shit, he thought. In an effort to keep things casual between them, they had done something so casual it felt wrong. Maybe after spending the night together a couple of times things had grown more intimate, more personal. What they did here tonight didn't feel like either of those things. It felt cheap. It felt like a quick fuck with a stranger instead of the increasingly emotional sex between friends. And maybe, that realization was too powerful for either of them to wrap their minds around, leaving them both suddenly drowning in emotional seas they didn't set out to navigate. Whatever fragile balance that existed between them had just been shattered into a million pieces.

Andy knew he was going to get burned. He just never figured this was how.

TBC

A/N: As you probably guessed, we're entering the angsty part of this story.