This chapter is rated M

Chapter 74:

Sharon and Flynn were lying on her bed, side by side. They were both staring at the ceiling as he spoke, repeating Eric's version of events. One arm rested under his head, whilst the other lay lazily on his stomach. He wanted to put his hand on her hand or stomach or thigh… but after she lifted herself from his lap and asked to hear what he had to say, he didn't dare trying something again.

"Anyway, he says he feared for his life," he finished. Sharon kept quiet, pondering. Flynn heard her sighing and glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

"It's hard for me to accept that excuse. He could have just gone to the police, or to you," she said, keeping her voice calm so they don't start arguing.

"That's what I told him, but… what's done is done. He can't change the past, but he can try and make it up to her in the present and future," Flynn spoke for his son, but he knew that Eric never actually said it. Nevertheless, Flynn was determined to make it happen, no matter what.

"I'm not even sure Cat wants him in her present… or future," Sharon said and Flynn frowned. He sat up, looking down at her.

"Sharon, this baby is my grandchild. You can't shut Eric off because then you'll be shutting me off too," he started to sound upset. Sharon sat up, turning her back to him and lowering her feet to the floor. He sat there for a moment, staring at her back, until she spoke.

"I'm not going to fight this fight right now. Especially since Cat hasn't told me yet what she wanted," she said firmly.

"It doesn't matter what she wants, Eric has legal rights over this baby," Flynn said, but Sharon didn't reply. He got on his feet and walked around the bed, standing in front of her so she's forced to look at him.

Sharon looked up, at his face, but didn't get up. "Andy…" she said softly and grabbed his hand with her own, "is there a way for us not to fight over this?"

Flynn sighed. Her words made his anger go away at once, and instead he started to feel frustration. He knelt on the floor in front of her, holding both of her thighs with his hands and looking at her with sad, begging eyes.

"I don't know, but if I lose you over this…" he stopped in midsentence, unable to express how bad this possibility made him feel.

Sharon closed her eyes for a moment, as if she could actually see the thought of not having him, and the sight was horrifying. "I know," she said quietly.

She opened her eyes and saw that he was still looking at her with sad eyes. The only thing she wanted to do at that moment was to feel him close to her, pressed hard against her body, becoming one with her in an unequalled act of love. She bent down just a little and kissed him, feeling his body obeying to her every movement as she pulled him closer to her. He got on his feet again and immediately lay on top of her as she moved back from the edge of the bed and lay on her back.

Flynn's hands traveled on her thighs and under her skirt. He rubbed his hand against her underwear for a few seconds and she felt the excitement building up inside her. She reached down and felt the lump in his pants, rubbing her hand against it just like he did on her a second ago. He unzipped his pants quickly and pulled out his erecting member. Sharon closed her fingers on it and started moving her hand up and down, sending little jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.

It didn't take long for Flynn to be already moving inside her, thrusting his body against hers. Her legs were spread widely, giving him free rein, her hands gripping the blanket underneath her as every intense movement of his brought her closer to a momentary blissful oblivion.

"Yes…" she said so quietly that it almost sounded like a breath and nothing more. Flynn watched her face. The expression of pleasure on it, with her eyes shut and her mouth open, was like an incentive to go faster and harder.

Sharon panted, short of breath. She opened her eyes and put her hands on his chest but he grasped them right away and pinned them to the bed, on both sides of her head. She couldn't move at all under him, but it only made her feel closer to climaxing. Because of her past with Richard, she never thought that she'd like being in that position, but apparently she did when it was Flynn who'd put her in it.

Cat woke up in the living room and looked around her. There was light in the kitchen, but there was no one there. She got up slowly and dragged her feet towards Sharon's room. Her hand almost reached the door as she intended to knock on it, but then she heard something and stopped before making any noise. She frowned and brought her ear closer to the door. Now she could hear it clear: her mother was moaning the word yes repeatedly, occasionally calling Andy's name. Cat's arched her eyebrows and nodded, smiling.

"Way to go, Mom," she whispered to herself, "at least one of us is having a good time," she added and walked away back to the couch. For a moment, she thought about going to sleep in her own apartment, but she didn't feel like being alone. The idea of being by herself with all those thoughts crowding in her head frightened her. she lay back down on the couch and shut her eyes, trying to fall sleep again.

Sharon was lying on the bed with Flynn behind her, his arm on her waist. Both of them remained quiet for a while, relaxing from the intense interaction they had just experienced. Her eyes were shut, and she felt him breathing against her back, his chest moving back and forth. All of a sudden, he placed a kiss on her shoulder and she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"That was… hot. You're hot," he half-whispered, his hand traveling up her stomach very slowly.

Sharon snorted. "No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You're just my type."

"Your type is blond, big breasted, small brained 20-30 year olds," she concluded.

Flynn chuckled. "No, it's not," he smiled. "Besides, it doesn't matter, because I've never had with anyone the chemistry I have with you. It makes a huge difference."

"Yes, it does. I mean, I had to compromise on your looks," she teased him and snickered.

"Oh, really?" he asked slowly, pretending to be offended. He's never seen her joking around and so loosened up before, and he liked it. "You think you're so funny?" he started brushing her neck with his lips and placing gentle kisses on it, causing her to flinch as it tickled her. Quickly, he added his fingers to the little battle.

"Andy!" she couldn't stop laughing, trying to free herself from his arms, but he was too strong for her. Eventually he stopped and looked at her again.

"Alright, that ought to teach you a lesson," he said.

"Great, thanks," she said sarcastically, residue of laughter still in her voice.

"Hey…" he said, sounding serious suddenly. "Do you think that we can remain friends if we ever… if it ever ends between us?"

Sharon turned serious too, hearing his question. She frowned, looking deep into his eyes, and concern started filling her heart, burdening it.