Andy/Sharon (4)
Crossword Puzzles
Andy tapped the pencil against the Sunday newspaper, grunting as he went to the next clue. He really sucked at these things. Last Sunday he was able to get four words. Four words out of the entire puzzle. But it was routine. He'd make coffee and then get the paper, taking them both to the small table. He'd drink his coffee and work on his puzzle.
Andy was trying to figure out one of the answers when he felt soft hands sliding over his shoulders and a kiss being pressed against his temple. He smiled, but didn't turn around. He put his pencil down and reached behind him, easily finding the hip he was searching for. He gave it a gentle squeeze and received a small little hum.
"Across 12 is 'momentum'," Sharon whispered before she moved to kiss his ear.
"I was about to put that," he lied.
"Sure you were," she mumbled before she pulled back, smirking at him. Andy smiled, filling in the word. "I bet you also knew the next one is 'novelty'."
Andy grunted as he put the newspaper down. "Maybe I should leave this here for you," he suggested as he stood up and walked to where she was pouring herself coffee.
She hummed, flashing a smile over her shoulder before tending to her coffee. "Or maybe we can do it together."
"Sounds like a plan," he whispered before turning her around and placing a soft kiss to her inviting lips.
Nail Polish
Sharon peers over the top of her book. "What do you think you're doing?" Sharon questions through a laugh.
Andy's wearing only his boxers and has two different nail polishes in his hand and a big grin in place. "I think I'm about to do your nails," he retorts as he sits. "What color?"
Sharon arches an eyebrow. "I'm reading." Andy pulls the book from her hand and she narrows her eyes; she doesn't try to stop him, though.
"Come on, Captain. This is a once in a lifetime kind of deal. I don't just offer up my expert skills when it comes to nail painting."
She laughs. "Expert? You're mighty full of yourself tonight." He grins that boyish grin at her and pulls her to him. Sharon hums.
"So, which color?" Andy asks, pulling her hand into his own. "Don't make me have to ask again," he jokes sternly.
Sharon smiles, turning to him to place a quick kiss to his lips. Good Italian food, amazing sex, and now he's offering to do her nails. Why had it taken so long for her to give in? With a content sigh, she leans back. "Surprise me," she says with a smile.
The one he picks turns out to be her favorite.
Lavender Soap
"Andy," Andy's cousin called from his bathroom.
Andy threw the towel over his shoulder and left the kitchen, going to the bathroom. "What's up?" he asked her. The sound of the music coming from outside was lower back there and he didn't have to strain to hear her over the sound of his other relatives.
Kathy picked up the bottle that she had spotted as she was washing her hands. "What's this?" she asked him in an accusatory tone.
"Body wash," he answered matter-of-factly, plucking the bottle from her hand to put it back in the shower stall, sliding the door closed.
Kathy crossed her arms under her chest and cocked her hip so she was leaning against the sink. "Lavender body wash? Since when does big, macho Andy use lavender body wash?" Kathy asked as she punched his arm quickly before recrossing her arms.
"I like the way it smells," he responded lamely.
"On who? What's her name? Why isn't she here? Why didn't you think your family would-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Andy said, holding up a hand to stop her. All of his family was the same. So quick to butt into his life, asking personal questions, thinking they needed to know everything. "Stop jumping to conclusions."
Kathy rolled her eyes. "Andy, I know you. Why don't you just-"
"Andrew, Andrew..." Andy heard his mother calling; she was the only one that called him that. ("If we wanted your name to be Andy, we would've put it on your birth certificate," she always said.)
"Ma, what is it?" he asked, coming out of the bathroom, stopping when he saw Sharon standing next to his mother. "Oh."
"Oh," his mom echoed, her hands on her hips. "Your friend- What was it, dear?"
"Sharon," she answered, smiling lightly, her eyes moving from Andy to his mother.
"What are you doing here?" Andy asked, his hands in his jeans pockets.
Kathy smiled brightly. "This is her? This is the woman whose body wash you keep in your shower?" asked in a whisper.
"What was that?" Andy's mother asked.
Sharon felt heat creeping up her neck, hearing what Kathy said. "Andy, can I speak to you for a minute?"
Andy nodded a little too enthusiastically. He glared at Kathy as he passed her and followed Sharon outside of the house. He had to force his eyes to stay of the sway of her hips as she walked; the dress she was wearing was calling for his attention. She turned abruptly and his eyes met hers.
"I didn't know your family was here," Sharon whispered.
Andy smiled. "I didn't know you were coming."
"That's because you weren't paying attention when I came over Friday and told you I was coming because I had the free time."
Andy smirked as he looked around them quickly. "Do you remember what you were wearing Friday?" Sharon rolled her eyes and Andy leaned back. "Why don't you stay? I know it's not what you had in mind when you came over, but," Andy shrugged, "if you have nothing to do, I wouldn't mind if you stayed."
Sharon looked into the house and then at Andy. "Okay," she finally agreed. "Should I be worried about..." Sharon pointed inside the house as she raised an eyebrow.
"Kathy?" Sharon nodded as Andy started leading her back inside. "No, you'll be fine," he assured her. "Just in case, you might want to stick by me," he threw over his shoulder, seeing Kathy already making her way over to them.
"How do you like it?"
Sharon was on her bed, watching Andy as he pulled off the last of his clothes. He had a thing about her watching him. This was the first time they would be sleeping together, but part of their routine involved her eyes on him as he did things, doing a little extra because he knew she was looking. This was no different.
He grinned at her as he climbed on the bed, looking down at her before he settled on his knees and opened her legs, pulling her closer to him. She seemed willing to give up control to him. At least it looked that way for the moment. He grunted in his throat and let his eyes scan her body one last time before his hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips. She hummed in her throat and licked her lips, still watching him.
She was gorgeous. The curves of her body, the tightness of her legs and thighs, and the smoothness of her skin all made it hard for him to resist her. Luckily he no longer had to. He was in her bed and free to do to her whatever he wanted to her. And all he wanted to do was give it to her however she wanted it.
That's how it happened. He was inside of her, looking down into her eyes as he pushed in deeply, slowly, their rhythm so slow that they were barely moving. "How do you like it?" he whispered. Sharon froze, clearly not expecting the odd question.
"What?" she managed to say. He was about to pull out of her so he could get comfortable, but she pulled him closer with her legs. Sharon understood that he just wanted to please her. But he was pleasing her. She didn't care how he fucked her. She reached up and ran her hands over his shoulders and then pulled him to her mouth. "Don't think about how, just do," she whispered before kissing him.
And who was Andy to argue when he had Sharon already working her hips up and down, sliding against his throbbing cock? He wouldn't worry about how she wanted it, or how she was used to it. They were sharing something new for the first time and just wanted to enjoy each other. So they did. Learning what the other liked along the way.