Thank you for all your kind words for the previous stories in this little series! I appreciate all of your support. This prompt comes from redredrobin.

PROMPT: Sharon gets turned on when she learns that Andy knows how to fold a fitted sheet.

This took a slightly angsty turn, but hopefully, I still captured the inherent fun in it. As always, I welcome your thoughts and feedback.

I do not own Major Crimes or any of the fabulous characters. That honor belongs to James Duff and co. I just enjoy writing about them.


Dirty Laundry

At first, she failed to register the big deal, but that's because she forgot who was the responsible party. She had found it when she opened her linen closet to fetch a clean set of sheets. A perfectly folded fitted sheet sat atop the pile waiting for her to spread and stretch onto her bed. Well, technically, it was their bed, but after what Andy pulled earlier, she wasn't so sure if she was ready to welcome him back into it tonight or not. Besides herself, Sharon only knew one person who knew how to properly fold a bottom sheet, and her mother hadn't visited the condo in ages. No, this had been Andy's handiwork. The man never did fail to surprise her, and his timing was impeccable. Her heart did that little flutter step at the sight of the perfectly folded sheet, and suddenly, all the aggravation from earlier seemed to recede. She removed the folded sheet and examined it closely. It was as if she had done it herself, and damn it if that didn't make her heart soar and ache for the man who had been the source of so much tension just a few short minutes ago.


Earlier...

The team had wrapped up a difficult case which meant paperwork and spending extra time at the office to catch up on it. Andy had left before her (which was normal now that the promise of seeing each other at home was ever present), and she got stuck in traffic on the way home. After a frustrating call with the new assistant chief as she pulled into her building, Sharon managed to drop her bag and spill its contents on the cement floor of the parking garage as she exited her vehicle. Her coffee tumbler rolled, gaining speed on the slight decline until it came to a stop under another parked car. Sharon was sure she looked completely ridiculous crouched down trying to reach it just enough to push it to the other side. All she needed now was for someone to come by and call security assuming she was up to no good.

After she finally retrieved the tumbler, she made her way to the elevator and tried to allow a few cleansing breaths to shake her out of her mood. No such luck. The elevator stopped at the lobby of her building and a particularly chatty neighbor stepped onboard. The last thing Sharon felt like right now was small talk, but Mrs. Shuler would not be deterred. She finally made it to the eleventh floor, and reveled in the few moments of silence before she reached her door.

In all fairness, Sharon was already keyed up before she ever entered the condo. Crossing the threshold and tripping over Andy's deposited shoes certainly didn't help. She managed to regain her balance and save herself from toppling over. The contents of her bag partially spilled (for the second time in barely a few minutes) and her keys went flying. When she went to retrieve them by the side of the couch, she found messy plates and glasses adorning her coffee table and a discarded jacket and button down shirt draped over her couch.

"Oh, hey, honey. You're finally home," Andy said as he entered from the hallway leading to the bedroom. He stopped and placed a soft kiss to the side of her head before continuing to the couch and plopping down.

"Looks like you and Rusty found yourselves some dinner," Sharon replied with a slight edge to her voice.

"Yeah, sorry about the dishes. The kid had to get to a study group, so I told him I'd take care of it," he said with a charming smile. Sharon wasn't having any of it. Not tonight.

Things had been going very well since they moved in together. There had been a few bumps here and there, but overall, it had been a smooth transition. But after the day she had, coming home to a mess was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.

"And you figured they'd find their own way to the kitchen?" She asked rhetorically, and Andy couldn't help but notice the bite in her tone.

"No, of course not. I just haven't been back to the kitchen since then. I will take care of the dishes. Don't worry, Sharon. You just get some dinner. There's pizza in the kitchen for you," he said kindly, but he instantly knew it had been the wrong thing to say. She folded her arms and pursed her lips at his words.

"Pizza, Andy? Really?" She asked annoyed.

"I got that veggie kind so it's healthy pizza," he joked with a smile. She continued to stare at him with those impenetrable eyes.

"Is it also low sodium?" She asked rhetorically.

"Well, no, but that's because they don't offer that option," he replied, instantly realizing where he had gone wrong. His diet. Ever since that little blood clot and then his minor heart attack, she had been on him about his diet.

"Andy, do you know how much salt is in cheese?" She asked with a mixture of concern and annoyance.

"A lot?" He replied carefully. She threw her hands up in the air.

"Why do I know more about your diet than you do? You promised me that you would take this seriously. The doctor told you that you were lucky and the next time you probably won't be-" she continued as he got up off the couch and wrapped his arms around her.

"I get it. I messed up. I've been trying to stick to this very restrictive diet, but sometimes I just want something I actually enjoy eating," he explained. She removed herself from his embrace, and he could still see the fire in her eyes, and it wasn't the good kind.

"Is enjoying a couple of slices of pizza worth losing your life, Andy?" She asked angrily. He looked heavenward and shook his head.

"Don't you think that's a bit melodramatic, honey? It was just two pieces of pizza," he said carefully. She took another step back.

"No, I don't. And frankly, the fact that you do shows that you're not taking this seriously enough. I'm going to change and get some things done in our room. When I come back..." she trailed off motioning to the mess all around the room.

"Yeah, yeah I'll clean it up," he replied to her retreating form. At least she was still referring to it as their room, he thought.


Present...

After Sharon had changed, she made the discovery that served to deflate all of the aggravation she had been feeling. She put the clean sheets on the bed and made her way back into the living room. The first thing she noticed was that the dirty dishes were gone along with the discarded clothes and shoes. She wasn't sure where he had stored the latter since she had been occupying their bedroom, but she chose not to worry about it at the moment. She crossed into the kitchen and found Andy wiping down her counters, making sure everything was spotless just like she liked it. He paused and looked up at her. She could see the remorse in his expressive eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sharon. You're right. The pizza was a bad idea," he apologized. She shook her head.

"No, you were right," she began, but redirected at his surprised look. "Well, the pizza was a bad idea. Absolutely. But I need to stop... hovering so much," she said contritely. Andy dropped the cloth he was using to clean the counter and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist.

"Maybe I like you hovering," he said quietly. She smiled.

"No, you don't," she replied. He smiled.

"I promise I'll try harder," he assured her. She nodded. "And I'm sorry about the mess when you got home," he added. She shook he head.

"I overreacted. It was a long, tough few days and I took it out on you," she explained sincerely. "I'm sorry," she added, moving her gaze up to meet his. She saw the love she had gotten used to seeing in them. It still took her slightly by surprise to see the depth of his feelings for her laid bare in his gaze. Her mind flashed to that neatly folded sheet she had discovered earlier, and a fire ignited inside her.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he assured her before leaning down and capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. It was meant to be sweet and innocent, but the soft caress of lips left Sharon wanting more.

"You know," she said when they broke apart. Her hands finding purchase on his t-shirt clad chest and her focus on the soft muscles she could see carved out through the white cotton. "You might have made a small mess of the living room, but you did manage to perfectly fold the fitted sheet to our bed," she added a bit huskily. If Andy didn't know any better, he'd swear he heard desire in her voice.

"Does that impress you or something," he asked with a smile that crinkled his eyes.

"Or something," she replied with a shrug. "It's kinda sexy. Where did you learn to do that?" She asked as her hands mapped the plains of his chest through his shirt.

"My grandmother was a stickler for things like that. We used to help her out with chores around the house, and she'd make us re-fold the sheets until we got it right. I can still picture her standing over me with that disapproving look until I got it right. Then, of course, she was all proud when I did," he recalled. Sharon ceased her movements and looked up at him.

"It's a little less sexy now, but I'm still impressed," she said before bringing her lips to his. The kiss started out slowly, just lips moving against each other as Sharon ran her hands up Andy's chest and joined them around his neck. Andy's hands easily found her hips and pulled her closer to him. The minute their lower bodies made contact, Sharon deepened the kiss and soon their tongues were tasting and caressing. Andy allowed his hands to roam a little lower until they were exploring her inviting jeans-clad backside. Once they both needed a break for air, Sharon reluctantly broke their contact.

"So, knowing how to fold sheets does it for you, huh?" He asked teasing.

"I'll admit, a man who's not afraid of being domestic does turn me on," she clarified, her voice still husky with lust and desire.

"Oh, I'm definitely not afraid to be domestic. In fact, I love being all domestic with you," he replied before pulling her close once again and crashing his lips back onto hers. "In fact," he said when they broke apart. "I think we should go practice being domestic together right now".

"I think that is an excellent idea," Sharon said with a coy smile. She threaded her fingers through his before giving his hand a tug. He eagerly followed her as they began making their way to the bedroom.

"Yeah? Well, I have another excellent idea. Why don't I take over folding the sheets going forward?" He offered slyly. She pursed her lips seeing where he was going with this line of thought.

"You won't get any arguments from me," she replied with a knowing smile.

"Then it's settled," he said, satisfied. If knowing how to correctly fold a fitted sheet put Sharon in the mood, then who was he to argue? "I only have one question," he added. She stopped and turned to face him.

"And what would that be?" She asked suspiciously. He gave her a coy smile.

"How often can we wash the sheets?"

Sharon just laughed before turning and entering their bedroom. She tugged him in with her before closing the door and wrapping her arms around him. She kissed him passionately before whispering:

"As often as you want".

THE END