Andy/Sharon (3)

Eye Sex

"You have to stop," Sharon whispered as Andy closed the door behind them.

Andy pushed her against the door, his hands already sliding the dress up to her hips. "Stop what?" he mumbled against her neck, sucking and kissing his way up.

Sharon moaned and reached down, finding his belt. Her breath was rushing and her fingers were trembling as she tried to get his belt undone. "Looking at me," she moaned as she felt him hooking his fingers in her panties.

Andy pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Stop looking at you?" he asked, amused.

Sharon rubbed her lips together, nodding her head. He laughed softly and moved to her lips as she spread her legs. He kissed her hungrily, desperately. As his tongue swiped her lips, his fingers slid through her folds, stroking her center and getting her wet enough for him. With all the sexual tension around them throughout the day, she already knew she was ready. He was hardening in her hand as she stroked his shaft, squeezing.

"How do you expect me not to look at you at work?" Andy finally asked as he pulled away, hearing her whimper.

"You have to stop, mmm, looking at me like, like..." Andy lifted her thigh and grunted as he came closer to her. "Oh my God," she moaned softly as he slowly entered her.

Andy moved her hair from her neck and buried his face there as she wrapped her legs around him, bringing him deep into her. Her velvety walls slid against him and held him there for a moment as she slowly rocked her hips into him and his hands grabbed her.

"Like what?" he mumbled against her skin, the sound vibrating.

"Like you're thinking about getting me naked," she whispered.

Andy grunted against her neck and started sliding in and out of her, creating a slow rhythm. "But I usually am," he told her.

Sharon moaned at the thought. It was the type of inappropriate that was still thrilling. Working alongside Major Crimes lately had put a strain on their sexual relationship. There were always people watching, seeing the way he looked at her. And he just wouldn't stop. The way he was looking at her became too much and she found herself being dragged into the nearest room, pushed against the door as he fucked her harder and faster, making her bite her lip to try to stay quiet.

"You have to stop," she told him again.

"What if I can't?" Andy said against her neck as his hands squeezed her ass harder and his cock pushed in faster.

"Mmmm," Sharon moaned. She could barely think of a response to what he said. Heat was spreading everywhere and waves of pleasure were moving through her. He knew just what he was doing to her. He pushed in a little harder, his grip on her ass a little painful and his mouth sucking and kissing on sensitive flesh. All of it was making her pant, unable to speak.

"Maybe I can't get you out of my mind," he rasped.

"Oh," she moaned, her head hitting the door as she pulled him closer.

"Maybe I can't stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you," he said .

"Andy," she whispered desperately. Each thrust was making her weaker to his touch. They didn't have much time and she needed this. She needed that release. She needed him to make her fall apart so he could put her back together in one swift motion. She needed the glorious feelings that were starting in her fingertips to spread through the rest of her body.

"How can anyone concentrate around... Arrrggh," he grunted, unable to finish what he was saying.

Their movements against the door started to become less coordinated. The rhythm that had been smooth became rushed and needy, fast. There was no more talking – unless you considered the incoherent moans and grunts they both made. And soon they were climaxing almost simultaneously.

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"You know I'm not going to stop, right?" Andy whispered as they turned the corner.

"Doesn't mean I won't keep telling you that you should."

"If that's how you plan on telling me..." Andy mumbled before a glare was thrown his way, but the smirk on her lips made him grin boyishly.

"Promise Me"

The sun was setting, painting the sky with beautiful blues and purples that were darkening. Sharon was standing on her balcony as she watched the sun disappear. She could smell the delicious smell of the pasta sauce Andy was cooking in her kitchen. She was avoiding him, though she was sure he didn't know that was why she was outside.

She had just found out that she would be taking over Major Crimes in a few days. She didn't know how to tell him. More importantly, she didn't know what to do about the relationship that somehow started to be less about sex and more about an emotional connection. She told herself that it wouldn't get that far, but here he was cooking her dinner, no promise of sex to come after it. She was almost certain he didn't even care if they had sex. He seemed content with just being a part of her life.

So on the balcony she stood, trying to figure out what to say. But nothing made sense. Everything she could think of turned out to be a lie once she thought it. She didn't want things to end between them. She didn't want to forget the last seven months had happened. What she wanted was for things to somehow stay the same and be different all at once. Following the rules often led to her having hard decisions to make. But sometimes there was no way around the problem in front of you.

"What are you out here thinking about?" Andy asked he stepped outside, his hand coming to the small of her back as he rubbed it softly.

Sharon tensed a little, but scolded herself because of it and relaxed. "Nothing that's important right now," she said matter-of-factly.

Andy nodded his head and looked at her. "Dinner's ready. How 'bout we get you inside so we can eat?"

Sharon smiled at him. "Give me another minute, please."

"Not a problem," Andy said with a shrug of his shoulders. "What do you want to drink?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," she said as he walked back into her condo.

Sharon sighed to herself once she was alone. This wasn't a decision that she could make now; she knew that much. She needed to sleep on it, find a way to work around the rules. When you know the rules, you also know how to manipulate them so they work for you. So Sharon would have to think of how to make them work for her. But for now she would have dinner with him and try to enjoy the rest of the night.

When they were on the sofa, her head against his shoulder, he took her hand into his own. He wasn't that affectionate, but neither was she. It was always little things that they did that showed how much they cared. When he turned his head and kissed the top of hers, she smiled and looked up at him, their eyes meeting, she knew he was silently speaking to her. He was saying he didn't want it to change. He was asking her to promise her that things wouldn't change. And as she kissed him back, soft and slow, she was hoping he understood that she would do whatever she could to keep what they had.

Warm Blanket

The trip was last minute. If Sharon had been given the proper time to plan for it, she would have brought along those ridiculous thermal pants the he hated. He'd always make fun of her when she wore them, which always led to her putting a pillow between them when they slept.

Sharon shivered again. The fire wasn't warming her fast enough. If she had her pants, and maybe that sweater she loved, she would be all right. She heard the bedroom door close, but she didn't turn to face Andy. She was still mad at him for rushing her – which would be the reason for the lack of proper clothing.

She felt him sit beside her on the sofa and run his fingers through her hair. "I'm still mad at you," she said as she pulled away from his touch.

Andy, already used to her crankiness when things didn't go just-so, moved closer. He shook out the thick blanket he found in one of the rooms and put it over her. "How 'bout now?"

Sharon hid her smile and turned into him, cuddling into his side. The warmth from his body and the blanket was nice. Sharon sighed contently as she closed her eyes. "You're all right," she paused for a second before adding, "for now."

Andy simply pulled the blanket tighter and her closer, dropping a kiss on her forehead. All would be fine.