Andy/Sharon (3)

Little Things

It was the toothpicks she kept finding lying around her apartment. On her nightstand, the desk, the coffee table and other random flat surfaces. They were everywhere.

It was the smell of coffee in the morning when she woke up. Dark and rich, meeting her nose while she was still in the bed. And it always tasted just the way she liked it.

It was the way Sunday newspapers were no longer just hers. She could always expect to see it already separated and half-read by the time she got around to it. It was good she had little interest in the sports section.

It was the way the desperation had dissipated. What was once rough and hard, needy and desperate, had turned sensual and loving, gentle and slow. She had no complaint about how it was before, but the change had proven to be amazing.

It was the way goodnight was whispered in a bed instead of at a door. She should have known a long time ago that their relationship had shifted from being purely sexual to be domestic. She found she liked it that way – it was taking some getting used to, but it was nice.

It was the little things that let Sharon know she was falling into a place of familiarity with Andy.

"We Shouldn't."

She was bent over her desk, her skirt already pushed over her ass and her panties removed. "We shouldn't," she whispered as she spread her legs.

Andy grunted as he got on his knees. He brought his mouth to her center and slowly licked between her folds, feeling her shudder as she moaned. He grinned to himself, smoothing his hands up the back of her thighs until he reached her ass. He slapped it lightly and then squeezed, loving that deep groan she made, pushing closer to him. Some things she enjoyed still surprised him.

Sharon moaned as his tongue dragged up and down her center. His lips sucked lightly here and harder there, making her push down to his mouth, the corner of the desk sticking in her painfully. The pain was barely recognizable when his tongue rolled over her clit, teasing it with the tip.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, gripping the side of the desk. He started to suck on her clit and massage her ass with his strong hands. "Just like that," she demanded.

Andy groaned against her. "I thought you said we shouldn't be doing this?" he teased and then pulled her clit back into his mouth, groaning around it as she arched her back and looked over her shoulder, meeting his eyes. He always thought she was a sexy woman. But lost in her own desire, eyes darker than their usual green, he thought it was the hottest she ever looked.

Sharon rubbed her lips together as a moan vibrated in her throat. "We shouldn't," she responded in a sound that was somewhere caught between a whimper and groan. They really shouldn't. They were in her office. Even though they were alone, that didn't mean this was appropriate. She shouldn't be bent over her desk as Andy's mouth did sinfully arousing things to her. It was wrong. But damn did it feel good.

Andy looked up and caught her eyes. "Then we should stop," he told her, his tone sounding like he would really stop, but his hand had crept down to her center and his fingers were already getting wet as they teased her entrance.

"Maybe we should," she whispered as she pushed closer to his hand. "Because we really should stop this."

Andy nodded his agreement as two fingers slid into her, his pinky and forefinger against her ass. She cursed under her breath and slowly rocked his fingers back and forth. "If you want to stop, just tell me," he said, knowing she didn't.

Sharon nodded, unable to speak as she moved her hips to meet his thrust. They kept eye contact as his fingers caressed her, making her moan and grip the desk tighter. She was so wet around his fingers. She was clinging to him, tightening with each stroke of his fingers. Her breath was coming faster, her eyes starting to flutter, and her legs visibly becoming weaker. He fucked her harder. The sounds of her moans and his fingers sliding back and forth in her wetness were the only sounds in the office.

Sharon fell back down against the desk as Andy hit just the right spot. She didn't need to tell him what she needed because he already knew. He gave her more pressure and reached for her clit, making circles over it as his fingers moved faster. She rocked back into him, moaning and breathing heavily. She shut her eyes and let him move her closer and closer to her climax. And when it hit her, hard and fast, she could hear him whispering words to her as he milked out her orgasm.

When Sharon was sitting up, facing Andy, he grunted, putting her arms around his neck as his hands slid against her thighs. Sharon moaned and moved close to his lips, their eyes locked. "We really shouldn't be doing this anymore," she told him.

"But you're not going to stop," Andy murmured against her lips.

And though it wasn't a question, Sharon answered with a deep kiss, no words needed.

Are you gonna kiss me or not?

Sharon was standing on the balcony outside, looking up at the night sky as she rocked back and forth, clutching a glass. She never really enjoyed these social outings the police department put together. She would make her rounds, smiling politely and making small talk like she did best. But after she'd seen all the familiar faces and shook everyone's hand, she much rather be off to the side, away from people.

"You get lost out here?" she heard that teasing voice ask her, smooth and familiar. She smiled, but she didn't turn to face him. "Or were you just waiting for me?"

Sharon laughed and took a sip from her glass before turning around to face him. "Yes," she stretched out, "I was out here wondering how long it would take for you to find me, Lieutenant."

Andy grinned at her and then walked over to her, his eyes taking her in quickly, not hiding it. She was wearing a red dress with a black blazer over it and a pair of pumps that made her legs seem to extend forever. He nodded his approval and then met her eyes. She rolled her eyes a little and turned back around when she saw the look in his eyes. She leaned against the railing and looked up towards the dark sky.

Andy leaned against it next to her, flute filled with sparkling cider. "Seriously, what are you doing out here while everyone is inside having a good time? You're going to miss the countdown if you stay out here too long."

Sharon hummed softly as she turned, smiling at him. "Maybe that's the plan," she said conspiratorially, her green eyes twinkling. He silently thought to himself how beautiful she looked like that; how beautiful she always looked.

"Your plan's to hide out all night? I guess I'm messing with your plan then, huh?"

"Yes, but I don't mind having you here," she admitted before taking a sip from the flute in her hand. She kept her eyes on his and watched him smile. She liked the way he smiled at her. It was like he was seeing something new and intriguing each time.

Andy looked at his watch; there was only a few minutes left before midnight. "You should actually get in if you plan on bringing the year in right."

Sharon looked up at him, considering him for a moment before she licked her lips and lowered her voice a little. "And how might that be?"

Andy leaned closer to her, blacking out the sound of the music and people talking just inside the double doors. He could smell the scent of her perfume, lingering in the air. It smelt dark and sensual. "With a kiss," he finally answered.

Sharon hummed, her only answer. Andy looked into the night with her and they started to talk about anything and everything. He liked the way she laughed. It was like she was holding back a little, but it was still one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. They stayed there on the balcony talking until they could both hear everyone starting to count down inside. Sharon looked up at him slowly, her eyes on his.

"10, 9, 8..."

"You better get inside," she said.

"7, 6, 5..."

"I'm right where I want to be," he said, trying to keep his eyes on hers as he thought of what to do next. His eyes dropped to her lips and he wanted to lean forward, see what she would do. But he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if leaning forward was the wrong choice.

"4, 3, 2..."

Sharon's heart was beating a little quicker, her hand gripping a little tighter on the glass in her, and her body was gravitating towards his. There was an electric pull that was bringing them together. "Right where you want to be," Sharon said quietly, more to herself than him.

"1! Happy New Year!"

"Yes," Andy breathed, looking into her eyes. "Right here."

Sharon looked inside, seeing people sharing New Year kisses. She turned back to Andy, her head tilted slightly. She could see the hesitation in his eyes, the way he wanted to kiss her. She wanted that. She smiled as she stepped closer.

"So..." she said. "Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

Andy was shocked, but he knew that was his opening. He closed the space, his eyes still on hers as his free hand lightly caressed her cheek, cupping it. Her smile made her eyes twinkle and him press his lips to hers. They were soft and tasted sweet. The kiss was only a few brushes of his lips against hers, just enough to make their lips tingle and their eyes slowly shut. He pulled back a little, his breath against her mouth.

They didn't open their eyes or pull away. Sharon licked her lips and her tongue also slid against his, making him make a small noise that made her lean back to his mouth. His hand moved into her hair and he pulled her closer, kissing her fully. She hummed in the back of her throat as her hand cupped the back of his neck and her lips opened to his tongue. It was strong and delicate at the same time; he was a great kisser. His tongue slid against hers, her cheeks, across her teeth, and that sensitive spot at the roof of her mouth that made her moan and feel weak in the knees.

They pulled apart at the same time, smiles forming on their lips. "Happy New Year," they both whispered as they leaned against the railing, looking back into the night. This time they were closer and had a feeling that wouldn't be the last kiss they shared.