The shrill tone of a phone breached Sharon's state of unconsciousness and she snuggled her head closer to the chest she was pillowed against, and moaned slightly in protest as she felt Andy move to answer the offending device. Since the first night he had stayed over it had become a much more common occurrence. Neither one of them seemed to want to comment on it just yet, but neither wanted to shy away from it either.

"Flynn."

His voice was deep with sleep but she'd yet to open her eyes. Her head shifted from his shoulder to the pillow and her arm moved to the center of his chest rather than wrapped around his midsection. Without eavesdropping on the conversation she could tell from his tone that it was a call from work - more than likely his partner on the other end of the phone.

"Well, that would be because I'm not at home."

"No. I'll meet you at the scene."

He sighed and she could feel him raise his arm up to run a hand across his face. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

He huffed out some air. "No, I am not going to tell you where I'll be coming from. I'll be there when I get there."

She felt the slight bounce to the mattress as his hand fell to the bed still holding the phone. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at him slightly. "I take it you caught a case?"

Andy rolled over and cupped her chin easily, their lips coming together in a lazy kiss. "We did. I have a little bit of time before I need to be out the door though."

His hand slipped beneath the covers and gently glided to her thigh, pushing the satin of her nightgown up as she rolled to her back and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh, do you now?"

He leaned in as if to capture her lips, but diverted to her neck at the last second.

"Sure that your partner won't try to 'Find your iPhone' or whatever that new thing is?"

Andy trailed a path of kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, nipping ever so lightly when he reached the tender skin of her clavicle. "You have met the man, right? Provenza hasn't even moved to the smartphone era. Never mind something that is what? A few months old? A year at most?"

Each word was punctuated with a kiss, nip or lick across her skin, and she'd tuned him out well before he stopped talking. A hum being his only response as his nose nuzzled the area just between and below her breasts. Being that he spent the night now, they'd slowed things down quite a bit. The light foreplay, the teasing, touches, caresses, kisses, could all start and spread out over hours now that they had decided not to rush things all the time. As much as she enjoyed that when it was possible, their jobs were important and she wasn't about to cross certain lines no matter how much she might want to.

Her fingers laced through the hair at the nape of his neck and gently, but urgently pulled his face to hers. She kissed his cheek and nipped gently at the skin of his jaw before moving to his earlobe. "As… wonderful... as this is… you are on a timetable, Lieutenant."

She felt the smirk against her cheek as she let his earlobe slip through her teeth. "Yes, ma'am."

The fingers of his right hand shifted her hip slightly and ran up her leg, hooking her knee up a bit higher before she gasped as he looped it over his shoulder. She felt him shift as he didn't even bother to shed his boxers, choosing to move them aside as he entered her. Her head fell back hard against the pillow as he set a hurried pace and every move had her breath coming in a series of ragged gasps, her teeth digging into the skin of her lower lip in the process.

"God, Sharon."

She couldn't formulate a response, couldn't catch her breath, and certainly couldn't believe that despite everything - or maybe because of it - she was already quite worked up and on her way to an abbreviated, though no less lovely, climax. Andy leaned in closer, his lips playfully meeting hers on his foreword thrusts as he shifted his weight and let his thumb slide between her legs. She cried out at the added contact and sensation and briefly wondered what her neighbors must think… she had become so uninhibited with Andy recently that she was almost blushing each time she passed them in the hallway.

His pressure, circling, and flicking was varying with each move and she was sure that his sole purpose was to eventually get her into a straight jacket from the feelings that he seemed to evoke in her. She was sure she would certainly die and the competency hearing that would cause.

Sharon's hand fisted in his hair and she crushed her lips to his, pulling him toward her and moved her hips to the best of her ability given the awkward positioning. Andy's hand at the small of her back, fingers digging into the skin of her ass, pressed harder as his hips stuttered, and she fell.

It definitely wasn't their most impressive performance but given everything it was rather… satisfying.

She was still trying to get her breathing under control when the shrill of a phone broke the semi-silence of the room. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to look at Andy, trying to figure out when he had flopped on his back beside her.

"Not mine." Andy answered her unasked question, before she looked at her own phone and groaned.

"Raydor."

"Really? What's the address?"

"What? No. I was asleep."

"Yes, sir. I'll be there shortly."

She sighed and tossed her phone back onto the nightstand. Sitting up, she looked at Andy lounging there, his naked chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. "Looks like we'll be sharing the shower."

"Huh?" His head raised as the words sunk in and she slipped from the bed. "Major Crimes caught a case and the Pope thinks I need to oversee things. Make sure everything is on the up and up."

Andy smiled and hopped out of the bed, looping an arm around her waist as he beat her to the bathroom in three long strides. "So we get to conserve time and water. Sounds like a win-win to me."

He kissed her briefly on the nose before quickly turning on the faucet.