Andy/Sharon (5)
Flashback
Sharon went into her nightstand to find a pen, but instead she ended up picking out the keychain that was in the back of the drawer. She sighed and sat down on the bed, the keychain hanging from her finger.
"What is it?" she asked cautiously with an eyebrow raised.
Andy took the key chain out of her hand as he leaned back against the park bench they were sitting on, crossing his ankles. "This," he said as he spun it on his finger, "is a hummingbird ."
"Oh, really?" Andy grinned at the sarcastic tone. "Why are you giving me a hummingbird on a keychain?"
Andy didn't answer for a moment as his finger slid across the smooth hummingbird. He finally smiled and put the hummingbird keychain in her palm, clasping her hand around it. "I just know you like 'em," he told the woman who had been his partner for the last few years.
"There's something else," she said, reading Andy. He was an open book that she could read all day if the opportunity presented itself.
He shrugged his shoulders, looking up at the clear sky. "We need to get going soon," he said, his tone showing that was not something he was looking forward to.
"You're not going to answer me?" Sharon wondered as she turned to face him.
He smiled and it was one of those contagious smiles that would automatically lift the corners of her lips. As the sun danced in her eyes, so did the happiness that was caused simply from being beside him. He didn't say anything for a while. She took the moment to watch him- the rise of his chest, the way his fingers absently tapped against the wood bench, and the smile that took over all his facial features. She hummed in her throat, smirking like she knew the world's biggest secret.
When they finally got up, Andy walked Sharon to her car. "You're gonna do fine in Internal Affairs," he said to her.
"Hm," was her only response. She knew he was only saying it because the other things he wanted to say would hurt more. "Why a hummingbird keychain?" Sharon asked him, leaning over her car door after she opened it.
"Because you'll see it every day and you'll think of me because I gave it to you," he half-joked.
Sharon laughed lightly and reached her hand out to caress the side of his face as she rubbed her lips together, clearly wanting to say something. She couldn't find the words that fit the moment. She had no doubt in her mind that things between them were changing and this was it for the close relationship they had. She just wanted to hold on to it for a moment longer.
Andy turned his head and kissed her palm before coming that last step, looking down into her eyes before he kissed her lips softly, quickly but tenderly. She smiled as he pulled back. She was sure he could still see the sadness in her eyes. She hummed and blinked a few times before she sat in the car. She closed the door and put the window down, looking at him for a moment.
"Hummingbirds symbolizes a lot of things I think of when I think of you," he admitted. "I'll always think of you when I see a hummingbird."
Sharon smiled and felt emotions rising in her that she didn't want to let go off in front of him. She reached out the car and touched his hand before starting the car. "Thank you," she said and he nodded.
"Goodnight," he said, stepping back.
"Bye, Andy."
"Sharon, you comin'?" Rusty asked through the door.
"Just a minute," she said. Sharon wiped the corners of her eyes and put the hummingbird back in the back of the drawer where it belonged – away and hidden, just like the feelings she still felt for Andy.
Hand Brush
Rusty sat at the desk, twirling a pencil between his fingers. He was waiting for Sharon to go get her things so they could leave, but the detectives had found something new to show her. He was watching them – well, he was really watching Sharon and Andy.
Lieutenant Flynn was saying something to Sharon as he walked by her – but what really caught his attention was the way Andy's hand lightly brushed Sharon's. Now, Rusty was no fool. He could tell by the way Sharon didn't even react to it that it was something that wasn't happening for the first time.
Rusty smirked to himself. This small hand brush also wasn't the first thing he noticed. Yesterday it had been the way they held each other's eyes for a moment too long. Last week Rusty had noticed the smile that slowly crept up when Andy had knocked on her office door; Rusty had left and gave them the room to themselves while he went and worked on his homework.
Later, when Sharon was finally ready to go, Andy ended up walking them down to Sharon's car. Rusty quickly got in the car, watching from the inside as Sharon smiled and Andy placed his hand on her arm. Rusty made his mind up at that moment that he would have to figure out how to get these two to realize all the flirting they'd been doing. A plan was already coming together in his head.
Under the Rain
The first time they saw each other it had been raining. He wasn't expecting his new partner to be a woman. She didn't expect to actually like him. But they knew there was some type of chemistry there before the night had even ended.
The first time Andy was caught watching Sharon as she walked away, the air still smelled like the rain that had recently stopped falling. He wasn't expecting her to notice it; he'd been doing it so long. She didn't expect to see his tongue slowly dart between his lips, slowly licking as he didn't move his eyes from her. But from that moment on the two of them were more free with each other.
The first time Andy kissed Sharon they were in a car as the rain pounded against the roof. He wasn't expecting the way she pulled away, apologizing even though he was the one that initiated the kiss. She didn't expect to want to kiss him again; she and her husband had officially separated by then, but it still felt wrong. But it became clear to them both that there was no pushing away a desire that was so strong.
The first time they had sex it had been raining. He wasn't expecting her urgency. She didn't expect him to want to be so gentle with her. But they found a happy place in between the two before the night was over.
The first time Andy heard a rumor about her transferring to Internal Affairs there had been rain in the daily forecast. He wasn't expecting her to transfer. She wasn't expecting him to react the way he did. But when she explained why she needed to do it for her family, he understood.
The first time they slept together again, years later, there had been rain. He wasn't expecting her to show up at his place, admitting that she'd miss him. She wasn't expecting their conversation to lead to sex. But as they were surrounded by their little bubble, they knew this was something that was going to happen again.
When Sharon told Andy they had to stop because of her new position as his boss, it wasn't raining. He understood in a way; Sharon had her rules and now a foster son coming into her life. She regretted it because he had become a part of her life in a way. But when that night ended, they both knew somehow it wasn't really over – it was just another new beginning.
Our Song
Andy has his arms around his date, a young raven-haired woman who agreed to come with him to the fundraiser the LAPD had put together. She's talking his ears off about her job as a yoga instructor, but he honestly has no interest in anything she's saying. Well, a flexible woman has its perks, but they both know nothing serious is in store for them. His heart is elsewhere and he isn't looking for a relationship.
The song changes to one he knows too well. Without his permission, his eyes scan the room, not stopping until they land on a pair of familiar, knowing green eyes. He keeps his eyes locked on those shimmering orbs for a few moments. He sees a thin eyebrow raise and then a small smile lifting on lips he's thought about more than anyone would guess. He nods his head, asking her to come, and he sees the way her eyes move to the woman in his arms. It's almost laughable that she thinks it even matters that he's dancing with someone else.
Within moments, Andy's leaving his date and approaching the only woman he really wants to be dancing with. He doesn't ask if she wants to dance. He simply holds out his hand as he flashes a smile at the woman. She looks down at his hand and then takes it, standing up in front of him. They walk to the dance floor and he puts his hands on her hips as she places her arms around him.
After a soft sigh meets his ear, he hears her speaking. "This is the same song that was playing the first time you asked me to dance with you," she says clearly, words pronounced precisely.
Andy smiles. "It's our song." She hums in response. "You almost didn't dance with me," he recalls.
"I was never attracted to the bad boys like most women. I was sure that's what you were." A short pause of silence sits before he hears her clear her throat softly. "I'm glad I was wrong."
Andy pulls back, grinning at her. "Did Sharon Raydor just admit to being wrong?" he teased her, earning him a glare. His smile didn't falter as he pulled her back, enjoying the feel of a body that was once so familiar to him.
"Luckily, you're full of surprises," she says with a smile shining through her words.
Andy doesn't respond with anything more than his hands gripping a little tighter and his body moving closer to hers.
Even when the song ends, the two of them continue dancing, reliving memories where dancing and being happy together was the norm.
Do You Remember?
Andy's staring into Sharon's green eyes, searching them for something. She doesn't break away from the intense contact, but she can feel her cheeks starting to flush slightly. She's not sure if he's going to say anything. She's not even sure if she wants him to. She knows that look in his eyes. She knows it from years ago, back when he used to make her heart flutter in her chest – honestly, he still does that to her when he looks at her like that.
They're alone, sitting in her office as they work on finishing up paperwork. Nobody else is around and she opted for the seat next to his instead of her own on the other other side of the desk. She sees him reach his hand out before anything else processes. He looks like he wants to touch her face, but he reaches for her hand instead – most likely remembering she is in fact his boss now. The slightest sign of disappointment moves through her.
Only once his thumb grazes her knuckles does she look away from his eyes. She looks down at his hand, wondering what he's about to do. The uncertainty bothers her, but she can't find any words to speak to him. She slowly moves her eyes back to his, noticing he's closer. Her throat goes dry as she raises an eyebrow, silently questioning him.
Andy licks his lip, coming even closer, his lips almost touching hers. His warm breath whispers against her parted lips. When he comes closer, his lips graze hers in a painfully slow way. She melts internally and pulls back, looking into his eyes. Her lips burn and her heart races.
"Andy," she whispers, her voice small.
Andy's eyes crinkle as he finally cups her face, pulling her closer to him. He kisses her passionately. She moans into his mouth, letting his tongue trace her lips before parting them. His hand moves into her hair, pulling her even closer, making her hums vibrate in his mouth. Sharon's heart is pounding in her ears and she's sure he's going to leave her breathless. When he pulls back, biting her lip, she moans, eyes slowly opening and meeting his.
"You used to like when I kissed you like that," he whispers against her lips. "Do you remember?"
Sharon closes her eyes, sighing. "How could I forget?"