Attention: this chapter is rated M.

Chapter 16:

Flynn entered the office, closing the door behind him, and sat down across the desk. Sharon looked at him, waiting for him to say something, but he just looked back at her. It seemed like he was trying to find the words, but not quite succeeding.

"Andy…" Sharon started, but the second she did, Flynn found his words, as if her voice was a trigger.

"Did you have fun on Friday?" he didn't sound angry, but not exactly happy either.

Sharon smiled bitterly. She looked up and shook her head, fighting the urge to yell at him. "It was nice," she said eventually, her voice quiet and calm. Flynn got to his feet, frustrated, and Sharon examined him from her seat. He started to walk around the desk towards her, but stopped a few steps before reaching her.

Sharon waited to see if he would talk again. He stared at her for a moment in silence, wondering why he even cared. He tried not to think about her all weekend, but it was useless. He kept wondering if she went home with Martin, and it didn't help to tell himself he had no reason to be bothered by it. "So… did he invite you over for coffee?" his tone was stern.

"Did… excuse me?" Sharon said as she got up, feeling the anger building up inside her. She knew exactly what he meant by asking her that, and she didn't like it.

"Nothing, you know, I just thought you should let me know it the two of you… got serious," Flynn's tone was clearly angry now. Sharon suppressed the urge to slap him. She couldn't believe he was asking that.

"Maybe you should go home before one of us says something… we WORK together," she emphasized the word to remind him where they were.

"Yeah, maybe I should go," Flynn's tone was on the verge of yelling. Sharon didn't reply and they stared at one another in rage.

"We need to forget everything that has happened between us," she said coldly. Flynn didn't say a word. He looked at her for a few seconds and suddenly took a few steps forward, put his hands on her cheeks and brought his lips to hers. Sharon put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but Flynn didn't move. His tongue reached hers and he continued to kiss her with passion mixed with rage. They were both still angry at one another, and for a moment it seemed like they were battling inside their mouths. Sharon moved her hands from his chest to his waist, absent-mindedly as her mind went blank. She forgot that she was trying to push him away, all she could concentrate on was the kiss.

Flynn felt like he had to have her right there and then. His hands traveled down her neck, through her shoulders and down her back, resting finally on her backside. He pulled her body closer to his, feeling her breasts on his chest, then moved his hands again and started to unbutton her shirt. She moved her head back, breaking contact with his lips.

"We can't do that," she whispered, short of breath. Flynn's fingers continued to unbutton her shirt, one by one, revealing more and more her black lace bra. Her mind wanted to object, but it was useless. Her body wanted the exact opposite, and it wouldn't obey her brain. Flynn reached the last button that was not tucked in her skirt and she just stood there as he bent down and kissed her breasts.

Sharon wanted both to undress him and to hit him at the same time. Flynn stopped kissing her and took a step back, looking at her in her eyes. "You didn't answer my question," he still sounded irritated, "did you... get serious with that idiot?"

"Maybe I did," Sharon said in her dangerous, quiet tone, the one she only used when she was really angry. They looked at each other firmly in what seemed to be a staring match. Nothing like this has ever happened to her. The need to feel his body on hers grew inside her. The angrier she was, the more she wanted him.

Flynn's eyes moved to her breasts for a second before he moved towards her again and started kissing her neck frantically. Sharon closed her eyes and ran her hand through his hair. She felt him moving forward, causing her to move backwards until she felt the wall against her back. She unbuttoned his shirt hastily and touched his chest. Flynn unzipped his pants quickly and pulled them down just enough, along with his underwear. Sharon could feel his erection against her body. She bent over and reached under her skirt in a frenzy to remove her underwear and they fell quickly to the floor. She grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his body closer to hers, and kissed his lips.

Flynn reached down for her right leg and lifted it, holding it against his waist, without breaking the kiss. He put his hand between her legs and pushed his fingers inside her. Sharon let out a soft moan and bit her lips as she leaned her head on the wall behind her, her hands on his shoulders. Flynn moved his fingers inside her back and forth and watched her as she started to breathe fast, her mouth partially open.

His fingers caressed her a few times as he kissed her neck, before he pulled them out and penetrated her in a rush. Sharon closed her eyes, taking in the sensation. He started moving inside her and she muttered quietly as his hard thrusts were sending vibrations through her body. She felt his lips on her neck as he continued to move back and forth fast. He pulled her body to him with every thrust, magnifying the intensity of the movement. Sharon could feel how he was taking his anger out on her through his body, and she loved it. Her right arm crawled under his shirt on his upper back, her nails digging in his skin, while her left hand grabbed his hair, holding it tight.

He continued to move inside her with fast thrusts for a while, making it hard for her to breathe. Her moans became faster and louder gradually, giving him the approval for what he was doing. Flynn felt the anger inside him being replaced by relief when she called his name blissfully in between yeses, announcing her orgasm, and he came with a few quiet moans. He continued to move but his movements decreased more and more until he eventually stopped. They both panted as he leaned his forehead on hers and she closed her eyes.

"Nothing happened," she whispered so quietly that Flynn could barely hear her. His heart skipped a beat, he knew she was referring to her date with John Martin.