Hearts Always Mend Chapter 26, a major crimes fanfic

A/N So much thanks to everyone for following me on this journey. Thanks for all the kind reviews and encouragement. The lyrics in this chapter are by written by Dana Parish and performed by Celine Dion. This chapter is M for content.

You're my only weakness

But somehow you make me strong

After chasing ghosts and fairytales

I'm right where I belong

I don't know where I've been looking

And I don't care where you have been before

But I'm thankful to be here

Thankful to feel clear

Thankful my prayers have been answered

I'm Thankful you listened

Thankful to heaven

Thankful for feeling alive again

Thankful that hearts always mend

The front door of Andy's bungalow opened before Sharon could put her hand on the knob. Andy stood there barefoot, in old faded jeans and a soft grey t-shirt. "Hey beautiful, did you and Gavin have a good time?" he asked, kissing her softly on the cheek.

Sharon stepped into the living room and her eyes went wide before she could even speak. The room had been totally rearranged. New curtains hung on the windows, new throw pillows were on the couch, and two new lamps adorned the side tables. The room radiated the perfect mix of masculine and feminine. "Andy, it's beautiful. When did you…?"

"Today," he beamed. "You really like it?" he asked, pulling her tightly to him from behind.

"I love it. Who…How did…" amazement apparent in her voice.

"I had a little help from Gavin, Rusty and Buzz. Buzz has a real eye for where things should go. Who would have thought?" He turned her around so he could look at her, "You really like it?"

She smiled brightly, kissing him softly on the lips, "Yes. It's perfect."

"Are you tired? You look a little tired," he asked, swiftly changing the subject. "I know today was your first real day out and about. Do you feel okay? Is your ankle bothering you?"

How did he know in a matter of seconds exactly how she was feeling, she smiled to herself. "I'm fine. I…"

"How about a nice relaxing bath, does that sound good? Stay right here and I will go and get it started for you." Hugging her tightly, he was off, down the hall towards the bedroom before she could reply.

She moved around to the front of the couch, picking up a throw pillow and hugging it tightly. She could see herself here, she thought, in Andy's home. She knew they had spent the last few weeks at her place, because, well there's Rusty. And it just made more sense really, but Andy's place was much bigger and… she shook her head, smiling to herself before trying to focus on something else. She picked up the bag Gavin had given her and peeked inside. Gavin had impeccable taste, so she wasn't really worried. Inside she found a beautiful plum and lavender stripped silk robe, a lavender lace and satin negligee and a pair of plum colored, French cut lace panties. Gavin knew her legs would look amazing in those. She smiled to herself as she thought about all the things she had to thank Gavin for the next time she saw him.

"Baths ready," the sound of Andy's voice behind her startled her for just a brief second. "What's in the bag?" he asked noticing the bag she was holding.

"Oh…this... Well, it's a gift for you from Gavin," she smiled shyly at him. "You'll see later."

"Okay, I'll hold you to that." he said winking. "I've got somethings to finish, so go relax and enjoy," kissing her lightly on the lips, before making his way into the kitchen.

She turned, taking the bag with her and padded down the hall to Andy's bedroom. Her breathe caught in her throat when she entered the room. It too had been totally rejuvenated with new black and white bedding, new curtains, even flowers. New framed pictures adorned the dresser; one of her and Andy, one of Ricky, Emily and Rusty from Christmas and one of Nicole and her family. She couldn't believe he got all this done in one day.

She entered the bathroom, she had always loved Andy's bathroom with large shower stall and claw foot tub. She sat the bag to the side of the vanity as she brought her hands to her eyes to wipe away the tears that were beginning to fall. Andy had placed flowers and candles around the room. On the vanity was a basket of all her favorite things; bath oil, make-up wipes, lotions, even hair clips. She carefully began to undress; once she was naked she twisted her hair up on top of her head and secured it with one of the clips. After using the wipes to remove what little makeup she had on, Sharon walked over to the full length mirror and stared at her body for the first time in weeks. Most of the traces of her ordeal with Dunn had faded, but Gavin was right, she is way too thin. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time her hip and rib bones were so prominent. She still had a few bruises on her ribs, hips and collarbone and of course the dark purple ring around her ankle from the rope was still very loud and angry looking. She sometimes wondered if it would ever fully fade. She removed the brace from her wrist, hoping Andy didn't come in and catch her with it off and slowly stepped into the tub. She was very careful not to use her right hand as she lowered herself into the water. The temperature was perfect and the lavender bath salts gave the water a calming softness. She laid her head back and relaxed her right hand on her stomach. She wasn't sure how much time passed but the water had started to cool. Trying to avoid hurting her wrist and weak ankle it took her a few minutes to maneuver her way out of the tub. Maybe it is good I'm not allowed to go back to work yet since I can barely get myself out of a bathtub she thought with an irritated smirk.

After she dried off, she gently covered her body in lotion and put the brace back on her wrist. Andy had left some pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt of his for her to put on, but she eyed the bag from Gavin and decided to go with that. The negligee was the perfect length and fit her body as if it was made specifically for her. She pulled on the robe and tied the sash at her waist. Her hair was still piled on top of her head as she stepped back into the bedroom. She stopped short as she eyed the small silver box with a red satin ribbon resting on the foot of the bed. It hadn't been there earlier she thought. She stepped closer, still staring at the box, but making no attempt to touch it.

"My god Sharon, you look amazing," his voice brought her out of her reverie. He stood in the open door way, his chestnut eyes dark, with love and passion.

Pointing to the box, "Andy, what is that?"

He stepped closer to her, grinning, "Why don't you open it and see."

"Andy," she whispered, looking at the floor. She reached out and picked up the box with her left hand. It had a little weight to it. She pulled on the ribbon and laid it and the box lid to the side of the bed. As she peered into the box, her heart caught in her chest. A black velvet ring box rested inside. Removing the velvet box, she held it in her hand still not making a move to open it.

Andy stepped even closer, but made no attempt to touch her, "I noticed that you…have never worn any type of ring…in all the years that we have known each other. Gavin told me about Jack… pawning all of your jewelry when you were pregnant with Ricky. He told me about the ring…"

She held up her hand to stop him from continuing but he only paused for a moment, "The ring that belonged to your Grandmother and how you spent weeks going from pawn shop to pawn shop searching for that ring, never to find it. I know I can't give you that exact ring, Sweetheart. But I wanted you to have something…you could look at every single day and know... without a doubt that I will always be here. I will always love you, no matter what. Will you let me give you that?"

"Andy," Unable to find the right words to express everything she was feeling, she simply nodded her head, still not looking at him and slowly opened the velvet box. Her breath once again caught in her throat, inside the two carat cushion cut diamond was mounted in an antique platinum setting with pave' sapphires, emeralds, garnets and diamonds forming a boxy circle around the diamond and cascading down the center of the band. "I had it made for you," he continued. "The stones surrounding the diamond are.."

"Birthstones," she interrupted in a soft cry.

"Yes," he reached out and cupped her check, "for all five of the kids, yours and mine…Ours really."

"Andy," her wide eyes searching his, "This is too much…"

"Stop…" His thumb brushed a tear from her cheek, "Nothing…absolutely nothing is too much for you. You deserve so much more. Besides," he grinned, "My cousin owns a jewelry store in Carmel. Don't worry…"

Reaching out, he took the box from her hand and removed the ring, holding it out to her. With tears streaming down her face, she held her shaking hand out to him as he slid the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. He pulled her hand to him and kissed it gently. "I love you."

She quickly, without reservation, she flung herself into his arms, burying her face into his chest, "I love you, Andrew Flynn. I don't know…what I did to deserve you…you have…" her voice breaking with raw honesty, "changed my life and made me whole."

He reached down; using his finger he raised her chin so he could look her in the eyes. Her eyes were dark with the depth of her love and passion for him. Finally, their lips collided, soft at first and then crushing with want and need.

She stepped back from him to catch her breath and pulled at the sash around her waist. She slid the robe off her shoulders and it puddled to the floor behind her.

She is stunning, he thought as he felt himself harden, the light lavender negligee was perfect and accentuated every curve of her body. Her nipples were hard and dark against the lavender lace. Their eyes met as she took one step toward him, "Make love to me Andy. Please, I need you so much."

With no hesitation, she was back in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her to him. "You're sure?" his voice husky with need.

"More than sure," she moaned, his lips moving along her neck. As her legs wrapped around him, she could feel the heavy, hardened length of him. His jeans rough against her soft lace panties. She wanted him inside her, needed it. The months of aching and needing for him sent sensations quaking through her.

His lips moved over her lace clad nipples, dragging a sharp cry from her lips. He sat her gently on the bed and in one swift move; the negligee was on the floor somewhere. She pulled at his t-shirt, while he quickly shed himself of his jeans and boxers. His lips once again found her nipple, while his fingers gripped the other. His tongue drawing lazy circles before his teeth rasped over, sucking it deeper inside his mouth.

As he sucked at her breast, his tongue toying with her nipples, one hand moved to her thighs, pressing between them to find the saturated lace of her panties. Pushing her further back on the bed, he gently pulled her panties down. His eyes were frozen on hers, for any sign that she wasn't okay. She smiled softly and her thighs parted farther, inviting him to touch her deeper.

Sliding between the wet folds, his calloused fingertips gently caressed her.

"Andy, please…"

Her hips jerked upward, as his lips moved from her breast and began the caressing trail down her body. Kissing, licking, teasing at sensitive flesh, he made his way down to where his fingers played with delicate precision.

She arched her hips into him…certain there was no way she could survive this kind of pleasure. The need was blazing through her, her muscles already clinching. "Yes…please…Andy…Yes," she moaned as his tongue raked through the narrow valley and circled her swollen clit.

Her left hand jerked into his hair as hunger exploded through her. His tongue circled her clit again, causing it to throb, tighten further and send an ache straight through her. She could feel her wetness trickling to her thighs and the gentle breeze of his breath. His tongue continued flickering down, teasing and tormenting her in the best possible way. She writhed beneath him, needing to feel closer, to feel him deeper, harder.

"Andy." She was on the verge of screaming as the pleasure rose inside her. He slipped one finger in her tight center.

"Shit…Sharon," he moaned. She's so fucking tight he thought.

She felt herself poised on the edge of something unlike anything she had ever felt before. She gasped as he slipped a second finger deep inside her. His fingers slid in and out as his tongue danced around her clit. She arched her back, trying to get closer still. His tempo increasing, he could tell she was just about to fall over the edge.

She was so close. It was pleasure borne of emotion and love, she fought to keep her eyes open, but failed as he pulled his saturated fingers back and thrust inside her again.

Pleasure exploded through her. Her back came up arching and shaking, as her fingers clinched in his hair. Her voice was hoarse, filled with emotion as she cried out his name.

Andy thought he had never tasted anything as sweet or soft as Sharon's response to his touch. Her body was tight, shuddering as pleasure tore through her as he brought her to orgasm.

Andy slid back slowly, filling his senses with the sweetness of her before slowly kissing a trail back up her body. Her eyes were still closed as he made his way up past her belly button. He kissed the light bruises still scattering her ribcage. As he made his way higher, her eyes finally opened, "Hi," she smiled.

"Hi," he grinned. "You okay?" his concern suddenly evident as he noticed the tear stains on her cheeks.

"Better than okay… Perfect. Come here," she pulled his lips to her, tasting herself as she sucked on his lower lip. She moaned into his mouth, a hungry, greedy sound that lit a fire that exploded through him. He wanted her now.

He sat up to look at her. "Beautiful." The sound of his voice thick as he came to his knees before her spread thighs. "Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?"

She shook her head slightly. "Show me, Andy. I need to feel you inside me. Now."

He gripped his cock to guide himself into her. She could feel him, thick and heavy.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Everything's okay."

He pressed tighter. She felt teased out of her mind. She was desperate to have him inside her and finally it was happening. Her left hand lifted, her fingers gripping his arm as he began to enter her. She was so tight, but so wet. Her hips lifted and lowered, working him deeper inside her as her gaze locked with his.

"Perfect," he whispered. "That's it sweetheart. Fuck me."

He was so thick and hard, she gasped, biting her lip. Her thighs spread wider, each sensation building. She watched as he pulled out of her until only the head remained before pushing inside her again, slowly, deeply.

He pulled her to him, his lips covering hers as his hips began to move with a smooth, steady rhythm.

Her gaze locked with his as jade met deep chocolate both mesmerized by the hunger and need reflected in them. A hunger and need that tore through her, growing with each thrust.

Sharon felt waves of sensation gathering, a clenching tightness that shuddered through her. She could feel his cock, thicker, harder than before as each thrust began to tighten and shorten.

Her breaths became moans, rising with each burn of pleasure. Pleasure that burned and tightened until it exploded suddenly. His name became a wailing moan. Her hips arched and she tightened, clinching his thrusting cock before the world melted around her.

A storm of sensation thundered through her as Andy jerked her against him with pleasure as he began spilling inside her. Shooting deep and hot, his release swept through her senses, leaving her gasping at the intensity of her own orgasm.

She wasn't sure if she was still breathing but nothing mattered, just this pleasure, love and emotion rising through her. As their eyes met once again, tears slowly fell from both their eyes and they silently promised their hearts to each other, forever…no matter what.

I don't know where I was going

And I don't care where we have been before