Andy/Sharon (3)
Sharon Doesn't Like to Cry in Front of People
Sharon Raydor hated crying. She hated crying in front of other people even more. She would force herself to hold it in, keep a blank face, and wait until she was in the privacy of her condo to let it out. She needed to be alone when she cried, because if people were to see her cry it would be shown as a sign of weakness.
There was only one problem. The Major Crimes Division was far from home as they hunted down a serial killer targeting college students on the West Coast. She wasn't going to be home for another day (if they caught the sick bastard), and as she read the text message on her phone from her daughter, letting her know she was all right, she felt the feelings any concerned mother would feel when they were forced to think the worst. She had been worried all day, as she tended to be every now and then with her daughter being on the other side of the country. It was a relief to know her daughter was safe and sound in her dorm, but that didn't stop that irrational part of her mind from making her eyes burn as she felt tears threatening to spill from them.
She had been listening to Lieutenants Tao and Flynn as they sat in the surveillance van. She excused herself before getting up, opening the back door. It was raining, but she went out anyway. She hadn't noticed Andy watching her. If she had, maybe she would have realized he knew something wasn't right.
It wasn't until her head was facing upward, rain falling down on her, her shoulders shaking a little, that she had noticed he had followed her. She tried to hide that she was crying, knowing the rain would be the perfect excuse. But she didn't an excuse. He turned her into him and pulled her into a comforting hug. She was rigid, not expecting it, but then she relaxed. It was odd, but for a moment she could just let it all go, not feeling like she had to hide it all away.
No Way Out
Your back is against the wall, cold stone cooling you through the tank top you're wearing. You've been stuck in this small room with Andy for at least twenty minutes; the heat has consumed you, and your patience is wearing thin. The stupid door is broken, and honestly, you're not even sure anyone even knows that you're down here with him. That's what scares you. What if nobody knows to come look for you?
"Someone's going to come find us," Andy says reassuringly, looking at you as he runs his hand through his silver hair.
You want to believe him. You've been trying to tell yourself that the entire time you two have been stuck, but it's hard to believe all is going to be okay when you're in a room that's no bigger than a closet and has no windows. Not to mention you've probably picked the hottest day to get stuck in a room with next to ventilation.
"Why don't you come sit over here?" Andy asks from the small spot that's empty.
You go without thinking about it. You instantly feel his body heat and it adds on to the heat you've already let take over your own body. You can't lose any more clothes, but you also like the feeling of having him so close to you. He also smells good. You inhale deeply, though you know it's probably not a good idea. You hum to yourself as his scent engulfs you, temporarily letting you forget that you're slightly claustrophobic and even more afraid of being stuck. That only last for a few moments, though.
"What's that?" you ask him when he pulls something out of his pocket.
"Gum," he says, holding it out to you. "Have one," he offers.
You look up into his eyes before looking at the gum and taking one. The gum becomes your distraction for the next minute or so, but you easily lose interest in it and look back up at him. "How long has it been?" you ask, tapping your foot against the concrete floor.
"Don't know, but you should stop trying to keep track of the time." He's right. The more time that passes, the more you start to panic, and it only gets worse when you know exactly how much time has passed. "Maybe we should talk about what we were about to talk about before you tried walking away from me?"
You look up at him, not saying anything. Before getting the two of you stuck in the small supply closet, you were about to comment on the way he's been obviously flirting with you, but you lost your nerve. Now, sitting close to him, stuck with nowhere to go, you're sure you can't bring that up.
"Forget that," you say and then lick your lips, looking away from his brown eyes before you get lost in them. "It wasn't that important."
Andy grunts and for a moment you think he's going to stay quiet, but then he speaks. "You sure? It's not like we have anything else to do in here," he states. You hum and nod your head. "If you want to talk about it, we can. Or, we can talk about whatever you want."
When Andy shrugs, his shoulder brushes against yours and it makes your skin tingle. The sensation moves to other parts of your body and you squeeze your legs together tighter, noticing the way you feel shots of arousal moving to your core. It's been happening all day, but being this close to him is making you more receptive. You swallow and look up at him, catching his eyes as they look up from your chest. As if the heat you were feeling wasn't enough, you feel a new rush of searing heat move across your skin, flushing you as you lick your lips.
"I don't want to talk," you tell him, sure of it, knowing the wrong thing might come out if you try to hold a conversation with him.
Andy shifts, his leg brushing against yours. "So, what do you want to do?"
The question comes out more flirtatious than you're used to, making your head snap up so you can meet his eyes again. His eyes are penetrating and they're making you wonder exactly what is going on in his mind. You don't say anything. How can you? What you want to do is completely inappropriate on so many levels.
As if knowing exactly what's going through your mind, he moves closer, his body fully touching yours now. When his hand barely touches your thigh, just enough for you to know it's on purpose, but not enough for you to know what his intention is, you feel your blood pump through your veins rapidly.
"Andy," you croak, your throat dry.
His hand moves away. "Sorry," he whispers, mistaking you saying his name as some type of warning for him to move away.
You reach for his hand silently, because moving his hand away wasn't what you had wanted him to do. You put it back against your thigh, this time fully, your intention clearer than his had been. "I don't want to talk..." You lick your lips, looking up into his eyes. "But, whatever you were about to do..." You sigh, thinking you've either lost your mind or you're imagining all of this. So why not go for it then? You can either explain it away due to being ridiculously hot and out of it, or forget you even imagined this happening. You take his hand and slide it down your thigh until it reaches bare skin. "You don't have to stop," you whisper, not meeting his eyes.
Luckily, or not so luckily, someone calls out your name outside of the door, making Andy pull away and you quickly stand. You're not sure if he would have actually gone through with it if someone hadn't come to set you two free, but you do know one day you're going to have to talk about what happened, or almost happened inside that room. Or maybe not.
I Like You on Your Knees
Throughout the years many things changed in both of their lives. But no matter how much changed, they both knew there were things between them that would stay the same. And as Sharon sunk to her knees, her hands already working off his belt, they knew this was one of them. Sharon was on her knees in front of him as he sat on the edge of the desk in her condo. Andy was going to bring them to the sofa, but she was eager.
He liked her like this. He liked her on her knees, her hand starting to stroke his cock as he got harder and harder under her touch. As she looked up at him, her eyes locked on his and her tongue slowly rolling circles over the head, he grunted and watched. Watching her was almost as good as feeling her. She took her time, her hand twisting ever so slightly, making him want more with each stroke. Up and down the shaft as she began sucking on the head, her tongue making circles and her lips wrapping around it.
Andy grunted and tried not to jerk against her. He allowed her the freedom to make her own rhythm. He knew she would give him everything he needed, so there was no need to rush her. Sharon's free hand slowly crept up his thigh, making the muscles tighten and twitch. She smirked as she grabbed a hold of his balls, massaging them with her talented hand as he melted like putty. That look in her eyes as she slowly drew him into her mouth let him know she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
He liked her on her knees because there wasn't anything she would do that didn't make his heart race and his cock twitch. As she sucked on his cock she hummed, loving each and every groan he made. He knew this. He knew this turned her on as well. And who was he to question something that was giving them both pleasure?
Sharon pulled back from his cock and started stroking with her hand again, watching herself work. When her other hand squeezed again, massaging his balls, he couldn't stop the way he jerked back and forth, a deep, guttural groan filling the air. That smirk on her lips only added fuel to the fire starting in him.
Sharon looked up at him as her tongue traced the bulging vein, just the tip, nice and slow, making him squirm even though he tried not to. She did it again and again before she moved to the head, her breath making it tingle where it was wet – which was everywhere. She sucked, hard, on the head until he groaned and wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her closer so she could suck him fully into her mouth.
Andy cursed under his breath and his face strained as he watched her pull him in fully, her muscles contracting around him. He'd never seen anything sexier than this. And when she pulled back, groaning along with him, he didn't think he could handle much more. But he did. He held on as she continued to lick and suck all over, knowing just how much pressure to put certain places. His hand guided her, though she didn't really need the help. She knew how to please him better than anyone else. She was such a perfectionist in everything she did, and this was one time it paid off completely.
He spewed out words that Sharon probably wasn't really paying attention to and jerked his hips to a rhythm that was no longer smooth or steady. He was about to let go, and she knew it. She jerked his cock faster, her hand wrapped around the shaft as she sucked and sucked on the head. His brow furrowed and a vein in his neck bulged. He felt himself spinning a second before Sharon pulled him all the way into her mouth, milking him just how he liked it.
And as much as he liked her on her knees, he enjoyed it when she was finally on her back, his body above hers as he kissed his way down her quickly rising stomach, his destination unmistakable.