Authors Note: Please forgive my absence. I know this chapter is long overdue, for all of those who were waiting patiently, I cannot thank you enough. I hope the ending does not disappoint. A big thanks to Ilona and Roni, without them this story would have never been written, published and finished. Thank you so much!

And because of about 500 words in the 6,007 I will have to say that this chapter is rated M.

Chapter 15

Never is a Moment

Sharon entered her condo, tossed her keys onto the small table and set her luggage down. With a warm sigh she allowed her weight to fall back against the door, her head tilting back as she closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip, her heels hanging from her fingertips. She let out a deep blissful breath.

Andy softly pushed her into her car door for the third time since they had checked out from the cabin, preventing her from being anywhere but in his arms. He wasn't ready to let go of her. He couldn't believe they had finally made it to that point, but it also felt like they hadn't had much time together at all.

"Let me follow you home." He whispered into her hair as his knee nudged her legs to allow it to rest comfortably between them. Sharon's eyes fell heavy as he placed his lips against her neck and heat settled between her thighs. The weight of him warm against her made her lose all thought.

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid up her ribs. Their need to be holding and touching each other was getting out of hand, but was certainly not unwelcome.

"It's too dangerous…" she smiled when he moved back slightly with a mischievous glint in his eyes. That look made her want to pull him back into the cabin and hide away again. Sharon did her best to sound sure, but knew the tremble in her voice was badly disguised. "…we need to go to our respective homes." Andy brushed his thumb against her bottom lip and sighed sadly. If she would have allowed him to follow her home, then it would have led to more of this in the garage, till the late hours. "You can come over for breakfast, tomorrow morning." She whispered tugging on his shirt to get him to move back to his original position. "Please." She pouted playfully knowing there was no need to beg, but happy to gain a genuine laugh from him.

Her eyes fell closed again as he leaned into her neck and moved his lips against her skin, slowly but with an urgency he hadn't shown her before. Sharon gave into the feeling, her fingers curling around his biceps. There was no concern that they would leave this place and go back to how things were. He trusted the promises and words shared inside the cabin. Sharon wanted him, wanted to be with him and to start a relationship. Whatever that entailed. They would report it to Taylor, they'd tell Rusty and the team. They would make time for one another. They didn't have to discuss behavior at work, they both knew their responsibilities there. She would be the boss at work, but outside, when they were just Sharon and Andy, they'd decide together. The loved each other and that was enough for them to know everything would fall into place.

Andy pulled back and looked at her deeply, Sharon smiled at him as his eyes scanned hers. Before she could ask what he was thinking he tangled his fingers in her hair and his lips brushed over hers until it became a fervent kiss. He swallowed the surprised gasp that she made. He was determined to leave with one more passionate memory, one more necessary kiss. If he couldn't take her home, he would take this.

It took monumental restraint on behalf of both of them to finally separate and settle into their individual vehicles and drive to their own homes. She laughed as she hit the button on her steering wheel only five minutes later which allowed his voice to join her for the rest of the drive to the condo.

"That good, huh?" She turned and rolled her eyes at her sister who wore the smuggest grin of her life. Abby sipped her glass of wine and watched as Sharon put her heels down on the floor before she approached her with a radiant smile - one Abigail had missed and knew had been lost for several years. She stopped in front of her sister and sighed before she leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on her forehead.

"I love you." Sharon whispered, taking her sister's glass and walking away as she took a sip of the wine. Abigail followed her to the living room where she dropped contentedly into the couch. The younger woman sat at her side and looked at her expectantly.

Abby beamed, but when her sister didn't budge, she pushed her shoulder. "So?"

Sharon acted surprised and apologetic all at once. "The cabin was nice." she said seriously and pulled her cardigan tighter around herself. "Too bad it was raining most of time, I didn't get to see the stream. But I did make several decisions." She nodded as her sister's frown, happy with being able to keep a straight face. "Tell me, how did the trip go? Rusty sounded very excited when I talked to him." Sharon purposefully ignored the obviously burning questions flashing through her sister's eyes.

Abigail scoffed as she took her glass of wine back and gave her a long glare. "Rusty made connections and will tell you more about them when you see him tomorrow. Now you tell me, what are those decisions?" Abby said frustrated. She knew Andy had made it to the cabin. She made sure Rusty had confirmed with Provenza. He had assured them that Andy had fallen for the plan just like Sharon. Had they made a mistake to leave the rest up to them?

Sharon considered for a moment everything that happened in that cabin. How much Andy and her had connected both emotionally and physically. They had talked about the mistakes they made, about how much they both wanted a relationship with one another. It may have never happened without Abigail's push. She let out a long breath and spoke softly, "First and most importantly that I should trust you unconditionally."

Abby grinned, "Yeah, I could have told you that years ago." Sharon snorted, and shook her head. "What other decision did you make?" Abigail looked at her excitedly, the concern that had fallen upon her shoulders seconds before, slowly fading.

"That I need more weekends at cabins." Sharon bit her bottom lip remembering the sweet caresses and the way Andy's hands never left her body. He helped her remember, helped her feel the desires and sensations she had forgotten over the years. Andy helped her heal, both body and soul. They had loved each other in all the ways they possibly could.

"I could have told you that years ago, too." They laughed together at the absurdity of it all. How much Sharon had pushed Andy away and, sitting there, she realized how much she had always needed him. His presence calmed her, gave her energy - he rejuvenated her. She could still feel the trail his lips left along her skin, the way his hands hungrily moved along every inch of her skin. He fueled her with passion. He filled her with love.

They sat in the silence of the condo. Sharon had talked to Rusty, he would be out until the late hours, which left the evening for her sister.

"Shari," her sister hummed in acknowledgement. "I'm leaving tomorrow." The older sibling turned quickly a scowl on her face. "I found some possible clients in New York and our Emily was kind enough to offer me her spare room, it will be nice to spend time with her. Maybe I can make it back to San Francisco when I'm finished and cover all three of the kids." Abby flashed a warm smile.

Sharon ran her fingers through her sister's hair, they both hated the idea of separating so soon. After being together during this time, they both remembered how close they used to be, how they used one another for strength. How much they still needed that support.

"You weren't here long enough." Sharon whined and pouted as she turned to face her sister properly. She tucked a leg beneath herself as Abby sat up.

"I'll be back, plus…" Abigail took her sister's hand in hers, "maybe you will make more time to see me, since I helped you with that sweetheart of yours. With this glow you have." She pointed a finger at her and smiled, but Sharon could see the hidden hurt. The hurt she had caused by missing so many family reunions, holidays. For not being honest about Andy from the very beginning. For keeping so much of her life to herself. She had put too much space between them.

"I don't need an excuse," She brushed Abby's hair behind her ear. "I promise to make more time just to spend it with you." Abigail smiled softly as Sharon tapped under her chin with her fingertips. "And I mean it, I miss you." Abby leaned forward resting her cheek against Sharon's shoulder as her sister rubbed her back. "You haven't done this in years." Sharon whispered as she kissed the top of her head.

Abby always found a way to curl into her sibling when she was younger. To be hugged and spoiled. They weren't far apart in age, but Sharon had always mothered her. She had been there through every mess up, disappointment, celebration, achievement, through the wins and the losses. This was not unfamiliar to them, it felt comforting to know she could still find shelter and protection in her sister's home.

"Well, I'm waiting for some details and please don't play coy. No one comes back glowing this way if a man did not…"

"Please don't be crude." Sharon warned her, smacking her hand gently.

Abby pouted, then frowned. "Just tell me, are you happy?" She lifted her head and looked carefully at her sister who only months ago appeared lonely, weeks ago withdrawn and days ago in pain.

Sharon looked at her carefully and took her hand, "Very. He… let's just say that he makes me weak in the knees." She said playfully.

Abby grinned. Weak in the knees and butterflies in the stomach. Made the brain turn to mush and all the clichés you could think of. She hadn't been in love since her Michael, but she could still remember it. Being so consumed by something that it felt like it would take over you completely. It was that wonderful and frightening feeling that only love could provide.

"And you miss him already, don't you?" Abby's voice was soft, remembering her days with the man she loved. She remembered missing him the moment he walked out the door, the moment his lips left hers. It never faded, not one moment of the years they had lived together. It still hadn't.

Sharon answered the question when she bit her bottom lip and let her head drop back closing her eyes, more than she could explain to herself or anyone. Abby squealed making her laugh. She watched Abigail rush away and return with a second glass for the wine. They sat and enjoyed the bottle between them until the last drop was gone. Sharon shared with her as many details as she could remember and was willing to give. Abigail listened to her, smiled proudly and commented here and there, earning a deadly glare from her sister when she pried too much or a rush of pink to her cheeks when Sharon couldn't hide her feelings for Andy anymore. She had finally let go of her past, had let her heart decide for her and trusted in someone unconditionally.

When Sharon settled into bed much later, she reached her phone and held it up to her ear, not waiting for an answer and speaking immediately when she knew he was there. "I'm afraid we are going to have to cancel breakfast at the condo." She pulled the sheets over her as she sat in bed.

There was a long pause, she smiled knowing he would hate the idea, then he finally released a grunt, "Well then, do I at least get dinner?" Sharon smiled at his playful yet serious voice.

"Nope, sorry." She shook her head trying to hide her amusement.

"Are you teasing me? If you are, it's plain evil." She chuckled, but he continued. "We made a deal about this running away habit of yours." He pushed up from his bed and walked towards the living room. He had just been settling in for the night when he saw her name flash on his screen. It had been a great surprise, he had expected her to be busy with Abby and Rusty. "I get to join you, remember?" He fell into the comfort of his recliner in the living room and sighed.

"There is no invitation for running away." Sharon joked, before laughter erupted from her chest. She felt like a teenager, hearing his voice made her body pulse with want and need.

"You're in a funny mood," he grinned at the thought of her being so giddy.

"I may have had too much wine," Andy closed his eyes and smiled, he liked the thought of her celebrating. "Plus…" his eyes opened at her pause and wondered what she was doing. He felt a pang in his chest. He needed to see her. "…I had a very relaxing weekend." Andy's grin widened and all he could think of was touching her again, kissing her. Sharon's cheeks warmed and she felt flushed.

"Yeah, me, too. I miss you."

He didn't hesitate. Not anymore, he would never hold back in telling her how much he cared for her. It had separated them for too long. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him, how much of a struggle being apart was. He would show her how much he loved her in all the ways he could.

She heard the shower turn off, meaning Abby would be out any minute. Andy waited patiently. "I miss you, too. Maybe I could remedy it." Andy sat up, for a second he wished she would ask him to meet up in that moment, but he also knew he had to be realistic. "I would like you to join Abby and I for breakfast before I drop her off at the airport."

"Oh, she's leaving?" He could hear her sigh of disappointment. "I'm sorry, I know you really loved having her around." He heard her hum knowing she was thinking the same thing he was - that they owed much of what had happened that weekend to Abby. If she had never come into town, where would they be in that moment? Would they have ever made it to more than friendship? "I will definitely meet you." He said softly. "I'd like to thank her, she's been a good friend."

The bathroom door opened and Sharon looked up at her sister who was watching her carefully. "I'll see you then." She smiled playing with the wrinkles in the sheet on her lap. "Me, too." She responded to the three words that made her grin idiotically and her stomach flutter. She couldn't hide the smile on her face as she hung up and the thought of seeing him in a few of hours made her hum contentedly. She wasn't sure she would be able to sleep.

"I'm repeating my early question, was it that good?" Abby held out her hand as her sister threw a pillow at her, not holding back the fit of laughter that bubbled through her.

The sisters were late to breakfast, because Abby made sure both were dressed in their best outfits. Especially Sharon, who she finally convinced to wear a green cocktail dress that she had found in New York. It had a silver zipper that ran up the length of her back, sat above her knee and showed just a hint of cleavage. She knew Andy would appreciate it and liked seeing the confidence her sister had at that moment compared to night of the club. When Sharon saw Andy smile at her across the restaurant, the aggravation that had built against Abby for making them late slowly melted away. He stood up for them as they approached.

Sharon reached him first, he took her hand and smiled when she trembled. He liked to feel the response her body had to his, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. They both smiled.

"You look beautiful." He whispered just so she could hear, his breath warm against her ear.

She hummed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. When she saw his eyes were still closed, she leaned in for another and then wiped the lipstick off his bottom lip. He turned to Abby when he heard her pulling out her own chair, but she shook her head with a grin.

"I'm well enough to take out my own chair. You two can continue. Thank you." Abby laughed softly at how easily they had fallen into this part of their relationship after how long it had taken for them to get there.

Andy guided Sharon to her seat beside her sister. He waited till she was sitting comfortably before taking the one in front of her. Neither women were surprised by their drinks ordered to their liking and already set in front of them.

"We apologize for being late." Sharon said softly as Abby rolled her eyes. The man had waited for her for months already, she was sure a few minutes wouldn't kill him, it was exactly what she had told Sharon when she had been calling at her for the eight time from the front door.

"I don't suppose it has anything to do with these beautiful outfits." He smiled at Sharon and was happy to see her smile shyly back.

"I knew I liked him for some reason." Abigail grinned at him, looking around the restaurant for the waiter. When she caught his attention, she turned back and noticed the couple was in their own little world. Her sister's hand had moved across the table and their fingers were laced on top of it. They weren't speaking, however the glances they shared expressed more than enough.

"Yes, Ma'am. Are you ready to order?"

"A room, please, for these two." Abigail grinned up at the waiter, winking at him.

"Abby!" Sharon wacked her sister. Andy and Abigail laughed, the waiter trying to hold back his own amusement.

"Sweetheart, maybe just some coffee to start us off." He nodded and left quickly.

"You are awful." Sharon said covering her face with her hands trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Am I? Hm? If I remember correctly, my shenanigans finally ended your... well, this insane dance you had going." She took a sip of her juice and grinned at Andy when he shook his head at her.

"She's got a point." He finally voiced.

"Oh my god," Abby shouted loud enough to get the others in the restaurant to look in their direction, "Where were you thirty years ago? I needed a partner in crime all my life. My whole family is like this one." She tilted her head at Sharon.

Andy chuckled and looked over at the woman who had captured his heart. "I happen to like this one."

"Hm." Sharon turned to her sister with a warm smile.

"Yeah, I know. A total sweetheart." Abby smiled at her with a lighthearted laugh. She hadn't been wrong, they were absolutely made for one another. "You'll take care of her, right? I mean it, I'll come find you, Andy Flynn, if you hurt her." Sharon looked at him apologetically. "She deserves all your sweetness and more."

Abby knew he didn't need advice, threats or warnings. She could see it now, how his eyes shined with the chance of being able to hold Sharon's hand. For not having to repress his love for her. He looked so happy.

"Much more," Andy said firmly, taking Sharon's hand in his again.

Sharon ended their discussion, "You both know I'm sitting here, right?" The two looked at one another before they glanced over at her again. "I can take care of myself." She shifted in her seat straightening up.

"We're well aware." Abby laughed, not before Sharon shot her a deadly glare.

They ate pleasantly through breakfast. Neither one remembered ever laughing so much, their sides aching. It felt easy and comfortable, like they were always meant to be that way. Andy drove behind Abby and Sharon in their rental all the way to the airport. He stood back as he watched the two sisters embrace at the security check line. Abby's face tear stained, Sharon remaining strong as she cupped her sister's cheeks and wiped her tears. They knew it would be a while until they could see each other again. He knew what having Abby had met to Sharon, she had a piece of home, her childhood; a friend and accomplice. He looked at Abigail as she waved at him, placed a kiss to her palm and blew it at him. He smiled, waving back. They had said their goodbyes, promised to keep in touch.

"Take care." He called after her as she walked to the guard, so he could check her ticket. "Abby!" he called, she looked back at him as Sharon slowly approached him. "Thanks." What else could he say? She grinned, winking at him as she turned and walked up the path. He chuckled, knowing she understood everything that one word meant.

Andy looked at Sharon as she slipped her hand into his and rested her head against his shoulder as she watched Abby turn the corner.

"And then there were two…" he whispered, placing a kiss to the top of her head. Sharon sighed looking over her shoulder as they made their way out to Andy's car. He wrapped her into his side. "You'll see her soon."

"I hope so. She's never cried before, we've always… I think this time here brought back Michael. It's always hard to say goodbye, but she's never cried." He thought about everything the three of them had been through during the past few weeks.

"We'll go see her." He offered and didn't need to look over at Sharon to know she was smiling, that she had already been planning to ask him. He stopped when they reached his car and walked her to the passenger side.

She let out a small noise when he turned her into him.

His hands braced themselves against the car as he trapped her. She placed her hand on his chest and brushed her fingers down his silver tie.

"Hi," she whispered, moving closer into the warmth of his arms.

"Come over." He said softly, leaning forward and kissing her cheek. One of his hands moved to her waist, sending jolts of heat through her. His thumb brushed against her hipbone. The few hours apart had felt like an eternity. "I'd like to be with you tonight." His hot breath brushed against her neck, a whimper building in her throat.

How could she refuse those handsome brown eyes?

Sharon bit her bottom lip as his mouth brushed against her neck. "It's still morning," she teased. He grumbled against her skin making her chuckle. Her hands landed on his hips as he pulled back. The way he took his time to look her over made her hold her breath, his fingertips grazing her skin as he brushed her hair behind her ear sent a tingle through her entire body.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. He found her more stunning every time he saw her.

"Let's go," she said softly. He moved back, but stopped when her hand took his. "You promised me all night." She whispered seductively.

When they arrived at his condo, he watched her slip out of her heels and jacket while he removed his own. Andy's eyes lingered on the zipper along her back, it was too enticing. Dangerous. He immediately reached for his tie, but when she looked over at him, he stopped. She lifted an eyebrow, turning around and placing both her hands on his chest, then straightening out his tie.

"I do have a liking for the suspenders, but sometimes I miss the three piece suit" he grinned, his hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer.

"The secret is out. You've been checking me out for a while." his hands moved down her back and settled on her bottom.

"Longer than I'll ever admit."

Andy's chest fluttered as she reached for the knot of his tie and slowly began undoing it. He watched her fingers as they moved slowly. He couldn't remember the last woman who had done that, her concentration made her look incredibly sexy. He interrupted her progress and leaned down for a kiss. Andy smiled when he felt her surprise, her arms slowly going around his neck.

When they broke apart, Sharon's eyes were closed, her fingers wrapping around his suspenders and pulling him back down to her.

"I won't admit how long I've wanted to do that either." He chuckled, but she ended it as she pressed her lips to his.

They settled on the couch, Andy against the arm rest and Sharon curled into his side as he held her hand. She placed her other hand against his cheek, his eyes falling on hers.

"What is it?" She asked. He was deep in thought and had been silent for several minutes. "What are you thinking?"

"That I should have tea for you," he joked, pretending to be serious, it gained a smile from her.

"You'll know for the next time," she teased. Her hand fell away, but he caught it, kissing her knuckles.

He spoke softly, wanting to tell her the truth - how that moment with her felt surreal after her constant resistance, "I'm just happy that you're here, that it worked out. I know we both said it at the cabin, but..."

"You needed to say it again," he nodded as she continued, "I'm happy, too, more than happy. But…" her voice lowered and it immediately brought other thoughts to his mind. The moments they spent in bed at the cabin. "…you're still going to take me out on a date, right?" He watched her try to hide her smirk and shifted to move closer to her.

"I've got things in mind. I want them to be a surprise for you."

She sighed happily, she wouldn't mind spending her days wrapped up in his arms. Alone, away from prying eyes, but it also excited her to be able to be out as a couple in public. Enjoying his company, discovering who Andy was on a date.

She ran her hand up his chest and unbuttoned his top most button, while his finger was drawing circles on top of her dress along her thigh.

"I want to plan every detail out. No more regrets." He cleared his throat before he continued. "Do you remember that night we went out to that restaurant that had music playing in the background?" Andy asked softly. Sharon nodded her head, how could she forget it. "You had a few glasses of wine and were humming the song the band was playing."

"I wanted you to ask me to a dance." She admitted, her fingers undoing another one of his buttons.

Andy sighed and nodded his head, "I know that now, I could feel you tapping your foot under the table the whole time." Her smile widened as he looked down at his hand where it continued to trace patterns against her thigh, he was blushing and it warmed her completely. "I've never had to restrain myself from kissing you as much as I did that day."

He looked up and her eyes were filled of joy and love, how had he missed it before? All the signs were there, even with her pushing him away. Sharon had been looking at him like that for some time. She was as in love with him as he was with her and nothing had ever made him so happy.

"Well," she licked her lips. "You don't have to hold back anymore." Andy didn't waste a second before he leaned down and kissed her again.

They had said all they needed to at the cabin. They promised to be open with one another, no lying or hiding. They would be friends and lovers, they didn't have to lose everything they had built to start something new. They agreed it had all been the foundation for this step, the step neither of them expected, but desired deeply. They'd take things day-by-day, but they already knew that it was permanent, letting go would be impossible.

There was something different when she woke up. She was in a foreign bed, but more specifically she was comfortably warm. A feeling she had just learned to love again. A soft, longing hum escaped her as she thought of the cabin that had changed everything. She smiled as she opened her eyes, sunlight came in through the blinds. Sharon licked her lips as she felt Andy move closer against her back. By the weight of his hand resting against her breast and his heavy breathing she knew he was still sleeping. They had fallen asleep in the same position, legs tangled while his hands touched every inch of skin he could reach. The last thing she remembered was Andy singing an old song in her ear, as he pressed kisses to her back, shoulder, neck, reveling in her freckled skin.

Looking over her shoulder, a smile reached her face at the sight of his messy hair and slightly parted lips. His breath came out long and airy against her back. She stilled, hoping not to wake him. Judging by the light coming from outside they had some time before they had to get up. Her eyes fell closed as he shifted closer to her, breathed out a content little sigh and murmured something in his sleep. It made her wonder if he was aware of his whereabouts.

They had stumbled through his house, moving from the couch to the bedroom through the evening. Sharon licked her lips as she remembered how her body shivered at the sensations he brought her - the feeling between her legs from the previous night and the ache in her thighs at that moment. It had felt too long and it had nearly overwhelmed her at first. Andy had touched every inch of her skin with his fingertips then his lips before pressing his body flush against hers. He had taken his time, had enjoyed every instant of giving her pleasure. She had let go entirely, given herself over to him and enjoyed the moment just like the time they had shared in the cabin.

She held a long breath. It had been so long since someone had touched her with so much reverence and need. A gasp escaped her as his thumb brushed against her clit and his tongue moved into her folds, sliding deeper into the slick, heated flesh. He took the hand that was fisted in the white sheets and wrapped his fingers with hers. She let out the breath she was holding as he repeated himself, a tingle playing its way up the length of her body.

Sharon moved her leg up and down his bare calf, the sheet shifting, and she licked her lips again. The hot breath against her back made her tremble.

The tip of his tongue flicked, just a soft tease. She moaned and her knees bent up. He moved their joined hands up her body, touching sweaty skin along his path. She understood quickly as his eyes glanced up at her. She ran her finger over the hardened nipple and shivered when he groaned against her center. She plucked at it with her thumb and forefinger, gently twisted and pulled it with a heavy breath.

She bit her bottom lip as her nipple rose to its peak with Andy's hand resting against her breast. Her hand moved slowly as she placed it over his for more contact.

He held onto her thighs and threw one last glance up at her with those mesmerizing brown eyes before he lapped her with a long stroke.

"Andy," she whimpered. Her toes curled as he teased her with his fingers, the tip of his tongue circling around her clit.

Her hips shifted back against Andy involuntarily at the memory, she realized then his fingertips were lazily circling the sensitive spot of her breast. She felt him hard against her back, she couldn't hold back the noise building in her throat and it quickly filled the room.

"Good morning," his voice was rough and his breath hot against her ear. He took her earlobe between his teeth and then moved down her neck and left wet kisses along it, earning an audible moan from her. "I love that sound." He husked.

How he could still make her blush after everything they had done through the night, she would never know. He had discovered how vocal Sharon really was. Her little noises guided him, teaching him what she liked and what brought her the most pleasure. There was nothing sexier than watching her whimper and moan as she was coming to her peak. Sharon took his hand from her waist and guided it down her body. He groaned, shifting closer to her as his fingers moved into her, and cursed under his breath when he felt how wet she was.

"Good morning," she breathed out.

He sucked on the bare skin of her neck and hardened immediately against her back. He had never expected her to tell him exactly what she wanted in bed, but he found it to be a wonderfully exotic journey.

There was no rush. They both moved lazily, enjoying the things they had discovered previously. Laughter and moans filled the room. Between heated kisses, they talked about breakfast and their first date - which he decided would happen that evening. Sharon was amazed by the comfort they both found in each other. She wondered again why she had held back for so long. How had she ever questioned what they could be? They rolled around in the sheets, fingers tracing heated flesh, old scars and running through hair. They spent the morning making love, promising that they would never run away from each other again.

"I could get used to waking up like this." Andy said breathlessly.

Sharon closed her eyes, breathing out heavily as his words brushed against her neck while he laid above her. Their perspired bodies skin-to-skin and his weight heavy against her.

"Me, too." He pressed kisses to her shoulder before rolling over and pulling her with him. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, feeling extremely content. "Me, too, Andrew Flynn, me, too."

She looked up at him surprised when he growled. "God, I love it when you call me that."

She smiled, cuddling further into his side, and inhaled his scent - the one that was uniquely him, "And I love the way you smell, Andrew Flynn."

He grinned, "We can play this game all morning. There is a lot I love about you."

They fell silent, enjoying the sound of their breathing and each other's heart beats that had become so familiar, Andy's hand tangled into Sharon's hair, she looked at him and shifted up, accepting the kiss he offered, and sighed against his mouth as he deepened it.

"I love you, too," she breathed out against his lips.

A sweet expression came on her face as she wrinkled up her nose. Sharon caressed his face with her fingertips, drinking him in. She was grateful for all the ways he fought for them and they were both grateful that they had a chance to allow her never to become a moment in their lives.

The End