AN: Sharon's part was slightly inspired by the Grace & Frankie season 2 finale.

Song: Dirrrty by Christina Aguilera

Chapter 2 Sharon POV - same time period

The adrenaline from today's chase was still coursing through me when I got home. I rubbed my shoulder, feeling a little sore from the recoil of that damn bean bag gun. Deciding to take a hot shower to relieve my stiffening muscles, I set down my gun and badge and headed to my bedroom. Grabbing the stereo remote, I turned on some music and began stripping off my suit as I moved through the room and into the bathroom. I switched on the taps to start steaming up the room. Underneath the sink I found my stash of bergamot body wash, I flipped open the lid and took in a deep breath inhaling the wonderful scent. Setting it on the shower ledge, I let my black lace bra drop to the floor and slid off the matching lace thong before stepping into the shower.

I let out a deep sigh as the hot water began to hit my skin, tilting my head back I let the water wash over me. Reaching up I switched the shower head from rain to massage and let it pound on my back. I squeezed a generous amount of body wash into my hands and began to slowly work it across my shoulders and down to my chest. I could feel my nipples harden as I held the weight of my breasts in both arms, enjoying the feeling of the slippery wash on my skin.

For most of the day, I walked around in a partial state of arousal. When I found out I would be working with the Major Crimes division for several weeks on this lawsuit I knew it would be trouble, I just wasn't expecting it to be this kind of trouble. Every time I walked into their division, I scanned the room checking for him. If he wasn't there I found myself torn between disappointment and relief. When he was there I had to bite my lower lip to keep the sexual frustration in check. At my age I never expected to still get as wet as he would make me, how thinking of him could make me feel without even touching me was bordering insane. I've started to think it wouldn't be a terrible idea to bring an extra pair of panties to work to change into - one look and they would get damp, a look and standing close enough to smell him, and I was done for. They'd be soaked through.

I poured more body wash into my hands as I moved them over my legs and down my back. The smell of bergamot was awakening my senses, reminding me of him. I knew he wore Armani, di Gio, the scent drove me wild. I spent an afternoon at Macy's smelling different cologne's until I found it, I'm not sure what made me do it, but I just couldn't stop obsessing about it until I figured it out. Now I obsess for a different reason. On it's own it smelled lovely, filled with citrus notes, but on him it was different - still sweet but more earthy.

As I thought about him I let my hands drift down my stomach and towards my clit. I started to imagine his roughened hands touching me, sliding down my wet, soapy skin. How his dark brown eyes would darken, turn almost black with lust as he would push his fingers between my lips - pushing me up against the shower wall. I leaned up against the wall flinching initially at the feeling of the cold tile against my back and the hot spray hitting my skin.

I took the shower head off it's mount and brought it down to my chest, massaging my breasts with both my hand and the water. Eventually, I let the the water move lower, I lifted one of my legs and put it on the shower bench angling myself so the spray could hit my clit in just the right spot. I let out a deep moan when the pressure first hit the sensitive area of my pussy. Giving another squeeze of my breast, I let my hand glide down my stomach and slip past my swollen lips, I could feel how engorged they were already. My fingers toyed with my opening I felt the warm wetness as I dipped a finger in and moaned, bucking hips towards the massaging shower spray. I brought another finger to my opening and slipped them both in, I was a bit surprised at how ready I was.

My thoughts drifted back to him as I began moving my fingers tantalizingly slow, in and out. I caught the look in his eyes this evening after I shot the suspect, it was a mixture of surprise and admiration - maybe a hint of something else. As he held the bean bag I could have sworn I saw his eyes darken with lust, although I was likely imagining things. The man was the biggest flirt in the LAPD, but it was rarely directed at me. Although I had noticed him looking at me more frequently since I had started working so closely with his team, almost staring at me - I shook my head knowing it was silly wishful thinking on my part. That my own lust was coloring my vision, my desire to have his face buried between my thighs underneath my desk while everyone else went about their business outside my office. To have him sinking his cock into me as he fucked me from behind in the electronics room. Wanting to ride him on the sofa in his house, distracting him from his precious ball game. I felt my body begin to shake as I fantasized about what he looked like naked, how it would feel to rake my hands across his back while he slammed his dick inside me. What his flesh would taste like as I bit his shoulder to suppress my scream as I orgasmed in my office.

My fingers began moving faster and faster, I could feel the heat begin to rise across my chest and I leaned back against the cold tile again to cool myself, to buy myself a little more time to enjoy the moment before I went over the edge. I pushed the shower head closer to my pussy and slipped a third finger in, letting out a pleasurable moan. I thought about Andy's fingers and the look on his face as he would push his fingers inside of me, watching my orgasm build. He would be cocky about it, smug even, but I wouldn't care because I know it would feel amazing to have him drive me to the edge and pull me back and push me again.

I speed up the thrusting again, feeling the pulsing begin. My walls were clenching against my fingers, desperately trying to hold them in place as I fucked myself into oblivion. I let out a scream and yelled, "Fuck me Andy!" as I came. I dropped the shower head and braced myself against the wall with my free hand. My body shook for several seconds as my heart attempted to pound out of my chest. My fingers throbbed from being squeezed so tightly. As my body eventually relaxed I released the grip I had on my fingers and slipped them out. The shower was beginning to run cool, I quickly rinsed myself and stepped out. Feeling blissfully satisfied.

I was used to taking care of myself with Jack gone, I never had any trouble getting myself to orgasm at least once, sometimes if I was feeling particularly horny I could even come three times. It was nice to have some different material to fantasize about, although I wished it wasn't proving so distracting. I had expected this pent up sexual attraction with Flynn to dissipate after a few weeks, that he would do something to irritate me and I'd move on. Or that the fantasy would run its course and I'd be dreaming of Matthew McConaughey or Hugh Jackman. But it hadn't, surprisingly, I kept coming up with more fantasies and the frustration only rose the more I tried to satisfy myself. I let out a groan, as wonderful as the orgasm felt I knew the relief would be short lived.

I toweled off and took advantage of the momentary sex free Flynn thoughts to fix myself dinner and catch up on my guilty pleasure, Game of Thrones. With my irregular hours and schedule, I had to DVR the series and binge watch when I could. I quickly realized that this was a mistake, as I watched Daenerys climb on top of Khal, wanting to please him. She straddled his hips as she pushed him back on the cloth bed and began rocking her hips. His dark eyes staring at up at his Kalheesi. I didn't know I was holding my breath while watching the screen, until I felt my chest seize up clamoring for air. I sucked in a deep breath and felt the unmistakable return of the throbbing between my legs. Dammit I thought to myself. At this point I knew I had two options try to ignore it, which meant turning off the Game of Thrones and watching some safe PBS program, or touching myself again bringing halt to that ache.

As I sat watching them, I began to picture Andy lying there beneath my rocking hips. I could feel myself grinding and rubbing against his cock, teasing him with my wet pussy but not letting him slide into me just yet. I tugged at his nipples and pulled his ear with my teeth, whispering to him how I was going to fuck him, drive him mad. He would grab onto my hips digging his hands into my soft flesh leaving small marks, claiming me. I imagine him to be territorial, not wanting to share me with anyone, wanting to know that I walked around the office with his teeth marks on me. His hands would run down my back softly, barely there while he bit at my neck. The mixture of pleasure and pain causing me to buck more wildly against him, until I finally drove myself onto him.

I let my hands slip below the waistband of my silk pajamas as my fingers once again began to rub against my clit. I scissored the flesh through my panties feeling them growing damp at the action. This wasn't going to last as long as the episode in the shower, I pushed my panties aside and moved my fingers across my clit and down my folds, spreading the wetness up my length. Starting out softly I went faster and harder with each pass as I felt the tension build. I let a finger slip inside, moving my other hand down my pants I dipped in to dampen it before returning the attention to my clit. I pushed down on it as I added another finger, moving faster now in and out, curling the tips up against my g-spot. Feeling the spongy spot throb as I grew closer. I could feel my arms growing tired from the pace, but I kept rubbing faster as the tingle built and spread out. My whole body shook on the couch as I moaned his name as I came.

I sat on the couch for a few moments, but before I could take my fingers out I could feel the familiar sensation building again. I knew it wouldn't take long, it wouldn't be as strong as the last two, but I was feeling particularly selfish. I felt even more worked up knowing that I could bring myself to another orgasm in such quick succession. To know that I could walk around the office tomorrow with the knowledge that I got my rocks off thinking about him, and that he would have no idea what he helped achieve tonight. I wasn't as wet as before, so I moved off the couch and into my bedroom. I took off my pants and panties before sitting on the bed. Pulling the lube out from the drawer I lowered myself against the pillows and let a few drops of lube fall onto me. I twitched at the feeling of the cool liquid against my burning flesh. My hands quickly resumed their earlier actions. My wrist began to burn at the quick pace I was setting. My right hand pushed on my clit and held it there not moving, I couldn't take the added stimulation but I needed the pressure to come again. My left hand moved faster and faster pushing up against that spongy spot again. I bent my knees pushing my hips into the air trying to improve the angle. Sweat began seeping out as the heat in my body built with this orgasm. I paused for a moment giving my arm a rest, I went back to work moving more quickly this time. I was on the edge of an allusive orgasm, it was right there if I could just find the right spot. In frustration I pulled the pillow next to me underneath my hips and returned to my actions, that did the trick. My right hand began sliding against my clit very slowly with mostly just pressure. Finally, my body shuddered as I found that spongy spot again and pushed up against it hard meeting the fingers on my clit. My hips thrust up into my hands as I came down. I took my hands out and collapsed back down onto the bed, moving the pillow out of the way. I was finally tired, the last orgasm hadn't been as satisfying but it had done the job though and pushed me to the brink of sleep. I wiped off my hands with a towel and pulled the comforter up around me as I drifted off.

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The next morning I woke to a different throbbing, my wrist hurt and I felt restless. Great, I thought to myself, I've given myself a case of carpel tunnel from too much hand fucking. How on earth am I going to explain this one? I got ready for work and found an old wrist brace from a drawer of first aid supplies in the bathroom. I slipped it on and worked on possible explanations about how I hurt my wrist, on the off chance anyone cared enough to notice - or even ask.

Later that afternoon, as I sat in the electronics room with Gavin I felt my heart rate rise as I saw him walk in. We had successfully avoid each other all day, I was glad for the reprieve, my wrist couldn't take anymore masturbation for a few days. The room instantly felt 10 degrees warmer, and I shifted in my seat trying to focus on the interview we were watching. I thought I felt his eyes on me, but when I turned back to catch him he had a curious look on his face. It seemed like he was thinking the same thing I was, but he quickly mouthed an excuse. I nodded and returned my attention to Gavin hoping the Chief would be available soon, I wasn't sure how much longer I could sit in the same room with him. I could tell that Gavin noticed something as he rose his eyebrow in curiosity, I quickly whispered, "later." Moments later, Brenda walked in and I let out a deep sigh of relief, but in my haste to get out of that room I realized I'd forgot my notebook. When I turned to get it I felt myself bump into him, I didn't realize he was right behind me. I couldn't help but brush up against him, not that I was disappointed, I let myself linger a second or two longer when I realized I was touching his thighs with my ass.

I quickly muttered an apology, "Sorry I forgot my binder."

When he replied I could tell he was surprised at the contact, but didn't seem to be regretting it, "Uh no problem."

As I started towards the other door he asked me, "Everything alright?" pointing at my wrist.

Great, of course, he would be the one to notice the brace on my wrist. No one else had said anything to me all day, but now that I'm alone in the room with him he brings it up.

I looked down at it, "Oh this yes, just a little sore from that whole bean bag incident yesterday. No need to worry about me Lieutenant I'll be fine."

He smiled back, "Hell of a shot Captain."

I wasn't sure what to say and I knew if I stayed alone in this room any longer it would become unprofessional and I was likely to rub against him with all my intentions. Instead I smiled back at him and left the room out of the other door not wanting to risk another brush of contact.

As I made my way to the conference room I couldn't help but think that there was something about that moment together, it seemed oddly comfortable. I mean it was terribly awkward initially, but I could have sworn that the way he looked at me had a bit of desire. I shook my head, it was probably just a typical guy reaction to a woman's ass so close to their dick - less about me specifically and more about my parts. I don't think Flynn is looking for someone like me to entertain him in that way, he's always been interested in blondes and well younger women with tighter asses and perkier boobs.

Maybe this moment was good, maybe it would mean that I could stop playing out these crazy fantasies about one Andy Flynn and move on to good old celebrities that wouldn't get me into trouble at work. I took a deep breath to collect myself before walking into the conference room, trying to push all that sexual tension aside. However, the moment I locked eyes with Gavin I knew that wasn't going to happen. He was going to grill me about this later, he'd get it out of me eventually, but not until I've had a few glasses in me. He gestured at my wrist and then towards the Lieutenant's desk letting me know he had already figured it all out. My eyes went wide and without speaking I tried to scream a "not now." He nodded and smiled, yes we would deal with this later. At least a night out with Gavin would mean I would be distracted for a few hours, something my wrist could appreciate. Perhaps I might even find some new material...