Andrea/Sharon (5)
Jealousy
You sigh into your glass as you try not to watch the way the tall, handsome man smiles at Sharon Raydor at the bar. It's almost idiotic that you care that she doesn't seem to mind the attention she gets. She's your friend and you should be happy for her. But instead of being happy for her, you're tapping your foot under the table and gripping your glass a little harder
When you started to notice the attraction you have for the Sharon, all those months ago, you didn't think it would be such a problem for you. You've been attracted to straight women before and still maintained a friendship with them as the attraction faded. But Sharon's different. It's not fading. Your attraction for her is growing.
Watching from the booth, you can still see the way she radiates when she laughs. Her eyes crinkle and you can see the parts of her showing that she usually keeps hidden behind all those brick walls she puts up. What you would do to be the cause of the rich laughter you can hear from the table.
Sharon swears up and down that she's not interested in a relationship, which you believe up until the very moment that a handsome guy starts talking to her. Perhaps it's easier to deal with not having her because she says she's not interested in dating. But when you watch her eyes brighten and her hand run through her hair, you think deep down she does want one of those relationships she keeps saying she doesn't want.
You stand when your glass is empty and scoop up your purse, barely noticing that Sharon's coming your way. When her hand touches your arm, light and tentative, you turn to face her. She's alone, which you're thankful for.
"Are you leaving?" Sharon asks, signs in her voice making you think she might want you to stay.
"Yeah, I think so. It was great running into you, though," you tell her.
She puts her hands in her pockets, something that says more than she means it to. "I'm sorry about-"
You shake your head and hold up a hand, stopping her. "Don't worry about it. I didn't even expect to see you. You had other plans with what seems like a great guy from what I can tell. It was fine."
She narrows her eyes at you. "No, it was rude of me to stay away that long. And I didn't have plans, nor had I intended to see Richard here." She waits for you to say something, but you're too busy trying to figure out how you can get away and home so you can stop worrying yourself about all the things that have been on your mind all night. "We used to work together," she adds in when you say nothing. "He and his wife just had a baby."
Your face drops and your stomach tightens. You hate that your mind automatically jumps to the wrong places when she's involved. You got so jealous, and as always, you were wrong. "Oh," you mutter. You don't even bother bringing up the ridiculous alternatives that your mind came up with. "That's fantastic."
Sharon nods in agreement. "I was actually hoping I would be able to spend some time with you," she admits, and it's that hopeful look in her eyes that makes you put your bag down on the table.
"I guess I can have one more drink," you tell her and she smiles gently.
"I'll buy," she insists, and without another word she turns and heads to the bar, already knowing what you want.
You sit down and watch her, realizing as long as you're friends with her you'll never stop being jealous of the attention she gives and receives from guys. But when she comes back down and sits next to you instead of across from you, her hand deliberately brushing yours as she smiles, you wonder if you really need to be jealous.
Gaydar
'Clearly you lack gaydar :P' the text from Sharon's daughter said.
Sharon prided herself on quite a lot, but there were things she still doesn't know. Apparently terms like 'gaydar' was one of them. 'Mind elaborating, dear?' she replied and then put her phone down. They were just finishing up some paperwork when Sharon received the initial text message, a response to the text she had sent her daughter the day before.
'You said you weren't sure if Andrea was just being friendly or if it was more. I haven't even met the woman and I can tell you that when she asked you out to dinner it was more than a friendly gesture. Maybe the first time it was being friendly. But if I'm reading into your text messages correctly... She's been flirting with you as well.'
'I wouldn't call it flirting.'
'That's because you have NO GAYDAR. lol Just go out with her. If it's just dinner, then you'll enjoy yourself. And if it's a date... Well, it's about time you went out on one of those again :P Just go. If she's as amazing as you've made her sound, I know it'll be a fun night. Have fun. xoxo'
Sharon looked out of her office, tapping her fingers on the report Andrea was waiting for her before leaving. She decided that she would accept the offer to dinner. Either way it went, she knew her daughter was right about her enjoying herself.
They went to dinner and had a lovely night. Andrea was funny and intelligent, and the conversation flowed freely. In the back of Sharon's mind she was thinking of her daughter's texts, but every time Andrea would lean closer to her, saying something that made Sharon's eyes gleam, thoughts of her daughter disappeared.
When Andrea walked Sharon to her door, stopping in front of it as she cupped her cheek gently, Sharon didn't need gaydar to know exactly what would happen next. She also knew that Andrea's lips on hers was the way she wanted the night to end.
Temptation
Hot yoga wasn't something Andrea wanted to do the first time Sharon asked if she wanted to start taking a class with her. That quickly changed when Sharon was in a Standing Separate Leg Stretching Pose, her legs spread apart as she bent over with her hands pulling on her heels as she slowly rocked forward. She was almost certain Sharon had heard her moan in her throat before she looked away.
Andrea continued with the classes, mostly because she enjoyed the warm feeling that was in her lower stomach whenever she was able to admire the flexibility and muscles of the other woman. Watching Sharon sweat was sexy enough on its own, but paired with all the alluring positions hot yoga offered, Andrea could barely keep her eyes or hands off her.
They were in the middle of a Camel Pose when Sharon turned to Andrea, slowly licking her lips. Andrea felt her already heated skin seem to warm further. Sharon's eyes were on her, tracing her form. Suddenly Andrea realized she wasn't the only one fighting temptation. She pushed her chest forward a little more and smirked in Sharon's direction. She was sure they would soon be able to put all their flexibility to a better use. And with that in mind, she worked a little harder, knowing Sharon was watching her as well.
You Came Back
Andrea stood in front of the elevator. She had just left Sharon's condo after sharing a delicious meal and a few glasses of wine. She hadn't wanted to leave. The night had been one of the best she'd had in quite some time. She wanted to believe Sharon didn't want her to leave either – it would explain the quick flash of disappointment that moved through her usually unreadable eyes. But Andrea was afraid she might have read too far into it.
The elevator opened and Andrea almost stepped in. At the last minute she stopped herself. She couldn't leave without knowing if all that flirting she had been doing was really being reciprocated like she had thought it was. With a deep breath, she turned back around and headed down the hall. She rang the doorbell twice.
Sharon opened the door, a small smile on her lips that made Andrea's throat go dry. "Andrea." Sharon licked her lips in that slow way that never failed at making Andrea's lips go dry at the sight. "You came back."
Andrea nodded stupidly, suddenly unable to say a thing. She looked down awkwardly and then shook her head at herself. She wasn't some nervous schoolgirl. She wasn't going to duck her head and allow her nerves to get to her. "I wanted to ask you something," she said clearly, lifting her gaze back to meet Sharon's. Sharon looked amused. "This might come off as, uh-" Andrea stopped and sighed.
Sharon reached out, placing a hand on Andrea's arm. "What is it?"
Andrea stepped closer and pushed away all her fear. She gently cupped Sharon's face. Sharon didn't even flinch as their warm breaths met, their eyes not leaving each other's. Andrea licked her lips and came even closer, no longer leaving personal space for the other woman. "Sharon, I-"
Sharon pulled Andrea to her. "Just kiss me and get it over with," Sharon murmured with a smirk before they shared what would be the first of many kisses.
Five Times Andrea's Not Sure and the One Time She Is
Andrea walks Sharon to her door, smiling happily. They spent the Saturday night out at a cozy restaurant and then a bar, talking about everything under the moon. Andrea's not exactly sure if it had been a date or not, but as Sharon's lips quickly brush her own, she knows she wants whatever it was to happen again.
…
"Hey you," Andrea husks as she leans against the door frame at Sharon's office.
Sharon looks up, glasses perched on the tip of her nose, lips forming the slightest smile. Sharon nods her in as she sits back in her seat. "Come in," she says in a tired voice, "and shut the door, please."
Andrea closes the door and comes over to Sharon's side of the desk, arms folded. "You look tired," she tells her.
Sharon, while removing her glasses, sighs. "This case..." Sharon sighs again, rolling her shoulders. "I just want to get home and get out of these clothes," she tells her as she unbuttons her blazer. "Rusty's gone for the weekend, so I'll probably have more time on my hands than..." Sharon trails off, not completing her sentence as she shakes her head, looking into Andrea's blue eyes.
Andrea's not sure if that was an opening for her or not, but she's going to take it. "How about I save you from all this free time and take you out?"
Sharon only hums, raising an eyebrow as her lips start to lift into a smirk.
…
Sharon laughs loudly as her head tilts back and Andrea's never seen anything as beautiful. She watches without hiding her intrigue. When Sharon meets her eyes, there's a gold sparkle mixed in the green. Andrea smiles before swallowing the rest of the wine in her glass, not taking her eyes off of Sharon's while doing so.
Andrea's not sure if it's the wine that gives her the needed courage; but before she loses her nerve, she leans forward and plants a tentative kiss on Sharon's wine flavored lips. At the sound of a hum, she moves back to see Sharon looking back at her expectantly. She takes this as her okay and moves back to Sharon's mouth and gets lost in a passionate kiss.
…
Andrea's not sure what she and Sharon are. They've been spending a lot of time together outside of work. They've been on five dates – well, Andrea thinks that's what they are. They've also spent more time making out like a couple of teenagers than she's proud of. Most importantly, she's growing strong feelings for the other woman. As she sits at her desk, she can't quite find a name to label them with, but she hopes to soon find out what they are.
…
Sharon's hand slides up Andrea's shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. Andrea groans, arching into the touch. Sharon, who is hovering over the blonde, pushes her body down against Andrea so she can feel her against her.
"Sharon," Andrea moans desperately, breaking their kiss.
Sharon smirks, moving her mouth to the sensitive spots on Andrea's neck. Andrea writhes and squirms, her pulse quickening. She's not sure how much longer she can handle all the glorious things Sharon's doing to her body.
…
Sharon unbuttons the button on Andrea pants, and the blonde's heart stops for a moment. They've never gone this far before. Sharon looks up into Andrea's eyes as she teases the skin under her waistband, making Andrea bite her lip and let out small sounds.
"May I?" Sharon whispers.
Not only is Andrea sure it's the politest way anyone's ever asked to fuck her, she's also sure of the only acceptable answer. "Please," she whispers, suddenly knowing everything she needs to know. There's nothing left to be unsure about.