Sorry about the slow updates- my life has been a shit show lately. Anyway, back to the story

Craig and Sharon fell asleep nestled like spoons in a drawer. His head rested on her shoulder, his curly locks hanging by her neck. The light shined through her bedroom window as the morning interrupted their sleep.

Rusty was eating yet another cupcake for breakfast and slowly getting himself ready to go to school.

Sharon woke up first. She had to get to work. She took a shower and got dressed. When she came back, she kissed Craig on the forehead, gently waking him up. "Rise and shine."

His baby blue eyes looked at his lover and he smiled. "Come back to bed," he muttered as he pulled her closer.

She gave him a quick kiss. "Time for work, silly!"

"I think it's time to play." He gave her a devilish grin as he scooped her in his arms, kissing and nibbling on her."

"I have to … go … to ..." Sharon gave up. Work was going to have to wait. Her suit came off quickly, piece by piece as Craig stripped her. He planted kisses down her stomach and to her thighs. She writhed beneath him, enjoying his warm touch.

Craig wanted to spend all morning on his lady, but he knew she had to go eventually. His hands grabbed her hips, and he began to devour her, his wide tongue, making its way across her velvety folds.

"AWWW!" Sharon cried out as she pushed her hips forward. She got very wet, very quickly as he moved his tongue in circles around her clit.

Craig kept this up for a couple of minutes; then, he put on a rubber and pressed his way into his lover.

"FUCK!" she whimpered, loudly, as he filled her. His teeth found her shoulder and he began to nibble on her as he thrusted vigorously

Sharon's hips rose to meet his and they went at it. She pulled his mouth to hers for a hungry kiss and their lips were locked together.

I should be getting ready for work Sharon thought to herself, but Craig felt amazing, and she wanted to fuck him, all day long. She broke the kiss and began to moan into his ear. "Fuck Me! FUCK ME!"

Craig grabbed onto her hips and began to thrust faster and harder. Sharon's hips rose to meet his.

"Give it to me," she hissed. She didn't know what came over her, but she needed him, now!

He flipped her onto her hands and knees and began to pound her relentlessly. Greedy for more, she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. She cursed and moaned as he had his way with her, and soon, she was gushing all over the sheets. Craig followed suit and then collapsed on top of her.

Sharon always had the best smile after sex. She was happy and very relaxed. Craig kissed her nose and rested his head on her shoulder.

"I'm late," she said with a laugh when she finally confronted the clock.

"Just turn the clock back when you get there," Craig said with a cheeky grin.

She ruffled his hair, and then they got into the shower. It was time to go to work, for real this time. Sharon had to put on another suit and she was out the door. Craig went home to change. He would be getting to work late that day.

Margaret was fielding Craig's calls. His agent wanted to know how the book was coming along. The dean's secretary wanted to know why he hadn't finished his paperwork yet. Even his tailor wanted hime to come in for a final fitting. And of course his ass ain't here. Margaret sipped her mocha.

Across town, Angela's general manager was trying to deal with the guests for the Make a Wish foundation event. People wanting to know where they were seated for the charity event this weekend: who was at their table, who wasn't at their table, which celebrities were coming, what was the menu. She made quick work of them, making each of them think they were at the best table with the most important people, and she promised "very fancy" menu options. Glad to know everyone focuses on the spirit of giving.

In her office, Angela was preparing her menu. There would be plenty of hors d'oeuvre followed by a four course menu. She needed to cover everyone from meat snobs to vegans and keep up with all of the allergies. She sighed. I'd much rather feed the kids than these insufferable wankers. "Now that I think about it," she said aloud, "that's not a bad idea." She started flipping through her calendar, looking for potential dates.

Sharon finally got to work. She picked up coffee and a muffin on the way and when she strolled in, her team was at work with ADA Baldwin prepping a case for trial.

Flynn was cross. There was a pending motion to exclude evidence that he and Provenza acquired. The defense attorney alleged that they seized a stolen painting without probable cause that it was in fact stolen. Baldwin was questioning their every move. Flynn was not amused.

Provenza was surprised to see the Captain coming to work so late. Who is she? Brenda?

"Good day everyone," Sharon said as she made her way to her office, her voice genuinely cheery, which was odd. Usually, she was feigning cheeriness to annoy Provenza. Everyone was baffled, but no one asked her where she had been. She got to her office and began to review the case file.

It seemed like an easy case to Sharon. Provenza Flynn saw the painting. Flynn asked to take a look. The "owner" said go ahead. When he did, he realized it was probably real, and he seized it. What's the problem? Wait a minute! She had no problem with Flynn and Provenza work. Was she feeling alright?

"And what makes you an authority on Italian art?" Baldwin grilled Flynn.

"Well I took an art class offered at the community college."

Provenza stared at him.

"The teacher was hot," Flynn admitted with his classic smirk.

Provenza sighed in relief.

"You couldn't wait for a warrant?"

"What if he was getting ready to sell it? It was quite valuable."

"Isn't there an exception for things in plain view," Tao interrupted.

"When did you go to law school?"

Tao gave up.

Hobbs came by, ready to discuss her case when she saw the kerfuffle.

"I don't see why you couldn't have waited for a warrant?" Baldwin whined.

"What's the problem?" Hobbs sat her box down, realizing her case wouldn't get addressed until Baldwin was on her way.

Flynn and Provenza seized a stolen painting without a warrant and now the defense wants the painting excluded from evidence.

"How did they seize it?"

"The owner invited us into the house," Flynn started. "I saw the painting. I asked him if I could take a closer look. He said help yourself. When I looked at it closer, it looked like a real Rembrandt to me, the one that was stolen from that gallery last year. When I flipped it over, I saw Rembrandt's signature, so I seized it.

"He said you could look, not touch," Baldwin argued.

"He said help yourself, which sounds to me like an invitation to take a closer look at the painting, including the back of it. Once Flynn realized it was probably stolen, he was allowed to seize it. Plain view doctrine."

Tao smiled.

Claire sighed, having nothing to argue about, and went off to write her brief.

Brenda went dress shopping for Friday's charity event. She wanted something to stand out. Formal wear could be so drab. She wanted something fun. She went from rack to rack, black, grey, black and white, black. None of these would do. In the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of red. She turned and saw a red dress. She grabbed it and tried it on. She hated having to zip up her own dresses. It was such a hassle, but when she turned around in the mirror, she saw a beautiful dress that hugged her body just right- perfect! Fritz would love it. All she had to do was cut off the price tag before he saw it. She had shoes that would match at home; she just needed to get her hair done and she was all set.

Craig finally showed up to work.

"Where have you been?" Margaret chided. "Everyone's been looking for you."

"That's why I wasn't here," he said with a laugh. "I was picking up something for Sharon."

Margaret's ears perked up. She was rather curious.

Craig showed her a black case and inside was a stunning diamond necklace.

"Woah! Isn't that a little fast." Margaret would freak if she got a gift like that within a month of dating someone.

"It's a loan from the store. It's for the charity event."

"That will catch everyone's attention."

"Precisely." Craig also ordered the dress that Sharon was eyeing when they were at the beach. It should come in Wednesday.

He finally got to work.

Wednesday

Sharon took Rusty to pick out a tux to rent.

"I look like a penguin," Rusty fussed

"All men look like penguins in tuxes."

"Then why wear them."

"Because penguins are awesome."

"Thanks Sharon. That was very inspirational."

"I try."

Rusty eventually settled on an tux, and they were off.

The week dragged on. Finally, it was Friday. Brenda was typing away at her computer. Gabriel was at his desk wondering why they were going to this thing in the first place. Since when did the Chief care about charities? He wondered if she was up to something. Well, whatever it was, he'd have to wait and see.

Brenda went home early to get ready. She took a quick shower and did her hair, put on her dress and did her makeup.

Fritz had it easy, shower and put on suit. He turned to face his wife. "You look fantastic." He leaned in for a kiss.

Brenda made it a peck. "It took me forever to get my makeup right. You better not smudge it."

He laughed and gave her a quick kiss. "Now, how could I possibly smudge your make up?"

She gave him a dirty look and then went to make sure she had everything in her evening purse: phone, makeup, gum, a pen and notepad in case she wanted to jot something down.

Fritz kissed her bare shoulder and the back of her neck. "No make up here," he said with a smirk. Brenda gently batted him away as she got herself together.

Raydor Residence

Sharon went to her closet to grab one of her black dresses when she noticed a garment bag at the back of her closet. What could this be? Sharon opened the bag to find an emerald green gown, and not just any dress, the one she had been eyeing at the store. How did he know? She tried it on. It was a perfect fit. The dress was strapless, leaving her shoulders and collar bones completely exposed. If only I had shoes to match? Sharon looked in her closet, hoping to find a decent pair of shoes, and of course, there was a new box on the floor of her closet as well. She opened it to find crème-colored shoes. Of course, they fit her as well. She looked at the bottom. Jimmy Choos, whoa! When did Craig do all this? He hasn't been here since Tuesday. He must have had help from Rusty.

The doorbell rang. Rusty opened the door to a dapper looking Craig. He got a hair cut, so you could actually see his eyes.

"Sharon!" Rusty called out. "Your Loverboy awaits you."

Sharon sighed. Oh that boy! She stepped into the living room, looking radiant. Her hair was up, in a neat bun, emphasizing her neckline. Craig greeted her with a kiss. "Do you like the dress?"

"It's fabulous. You shouldn't have," Sharon blushed. Rusty rolled his eyes. Craig took out a box.

"It's just missing one last detail." He took out the necklace and put it on her. Before she could protest, he said, "It's a loan from Tiffany's so don't freak out and don't lose it. I'm putting on the safety chain in the back in case the clasp gives out. "Perfect," he said as he stepped back. The diamonds commanded attention, but they had to fight out with the mesmerizing duo of Sharon's green eyes and dress. "Shall, we? Our limo awaits." Craig did not want to have to drive home, not when there was an open bar to be had.