Takes place right after the episode in Season 7 "To Serve with Love"
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"Please tell me again, how you and Provenza managed to screw up a simple process." She says laughing at me as she stirs the pancake batter. Her eyes are glimmering with comedic tears. I am in such awe of this gorgeous woman. I never would have thought our friendship would have lasted this long.
"Hey, you are forgetting about Buzz!" I exclaim, trying to take the blame off of myself and Provenza.
"No, you two dragged him along, so he is just an innocent bystander!" She exclaims as she folds the strawberries and bits of mango into the batter.
"If that is the case, then I was dragged along, too! This was all Provenza's idea, anyway!" I say tossing my arms in the air.
"Yeah, but you knew better!" She says testing the batter on the griddle. Seeing the drop brown perfectly, she starts pouring four perfect circles. This woman is a damn perfectionist about everything.
"Yeah, I guess you are right. One of these days I'm going to learn my lesson from dealing with him and harebrained schemes." I confess as she looks at me shocked, that I actually admitted she was right.
"Excuse me, did I just hear Andrew Flynn, admit that I, Sharon Raydor, am right? Oh, God let me go look out the window and see if pigs are flying!" She exclaims trying to rush to the window, to prove her point, but I stand up and block her path. She stops suddenly merely centimeters from my chest. Oh God, her perfume and shampoo, mixed with the sweet smell of the batter, is heavenly. Damn, being just friends with her is proving to be quite difficult right now.
She looks up and me and her eyelashes begin to flutter, she speaks, "So, you are going to add rude, to one of your friend, traits?"
"No, not at all, actually I will add 'dinner rescuer' to my traits, because I think the pancakes are burning." I say pointing at the griddle.
"Shit!" She says as she hurries back to the griddle. I laugh at her, as she takes the pancakes off the griddle.
"Some pancake maker you are!" I tease, she turns around and glares at me. "Shut up, Andy!"
"Geez, I think I should add, rude to your traits." I state.
"Go ahead." She says sticking her tongue out as she throws away the blackened pancakes.
She pours four more perfect circles, "Don't burn these please! I would actually like to eat my breakfast for dinner before actual breakfast time!" I tease. "Will you hush?" She asks.
"Nope! I'm hungry and you promised me the best pancakes ever." I state as she walks closer to me.
She has this look on her face that I've never seen before. Oh no wait, I saw it the night she tried to seduce me when she was drunk.
She leans dangerously, close to my lips. I think she is about to kiss me but she says, "Shh!" and holds her finger over my mouth. The feeling of her breath on my lips, is tantalizing. Her soft finger on my lips is making me think things that I should not about a friend. She smiles and walks away. That damn tease! She knows exactly what she is doing. Especially with those black leggings on with that red sweater and barefoot with her hair up.
She flips the pancakes, "Do you want some coffee?" She asks looking at me still trying to catch my footing, even though I am sitting down.
I nod yes. "Well, you know where the stuff is." She teases, winking at me.
"You have jokes tonight!" I say walking to the coffee maker.
"Meh, possibly." She retorts as she slides over some, so I can get the grinds from above her head.
She continues tended to the pancakes as I make the coffee. She hums a tune that sounds vaguely familiar. "I didn't know you liked Motown." I say as I pour the coffee. "You never asked." She says as she plates the pancakes. "That is true." I admit.
"So, Lionel Richie or Smokey Robinson?" I ask as she walk to the table.
"Umm, that is a no brainer, I was humming a Smokey, classic!" She retorts.
"Ok, that is true. What is your favorite song by him?" I ask as she goes to get the syrup.
"It is a tie between, 'Crusin' and 'Sweet Harmony'." She says walking back to the table.
"Both are good choices. My favorite is 'Ohh Baby Baby'." I say pouring the syrup on her pancakes, she motions for me to stop.
"Technically, that isn't his song, it his group's, The Miracles." She says with a smirk on her face.
"Ugh, fine, 'Being with You'! Does that satisfy you, your highness?" I tease before taking a bite of my pancakes.
"Yep, it sure does!" She says taking a bite of her pancakes.
"Who is your favorite artist?" She asks.
"It is a tie between Marvin Gaye and Al Green." I confess, she almost chokes on her food.
"What? You mean to tell me you actually listen to soul music." She asks shocked.
"Yeah, what did you think I listened to, Frank Sinatra?" I ask.
"Uh yeah." She confesses.
"Although, I do enjoy some Ol' Blue Eyes every now and then, I'm partial to Al Green on most days." I confess before I take another bite of the best pancakes I have ever had.
She starts laughing and says, "I can just imagine you listening to 'Love and Happiness.'"
"Still the comedienne I see! I prefer 'Let's Stay Together.'" I correct her.
"Even better!" She says before taking the final bite of her pancakes.
"This must be the highlight of your day, picking on poor ol' me?" I tease as I watch her take a sip of her coffee.
She shrugs her shoulders in response.
"So, friend, what is your favorite movie, of all time? Please, don't say Scarface or The Godfather." She asks as she watches me over the rim of her mug.
I sit my fork down, and say, "Hmm, I don't have just one. I have four."
"Ok, Mr. Indecisive, just give me the top two." She replies.
"One Who Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and Jaws." I say.
"Good picks." She says.
"How about you?" I ask.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She says smirking at me.
"Try me." I say before I take my final bite.
"Torn Curtain." She whispers.
"Um, what? Sharon Raydor likes Alfred Hitchcock!" He exclaims.
"See, I told you, you wouldn't believe me if I told you!" She says laughing at exuberant shock.
"Wow, you are one interesting woman, Sharon." I say before taking a sip of my coffee.
"I hope that is a good thing." She says.
"Oh, it definitely is." I say winking at her. Her cheeks start to blush immediately.
"So, how did I do with the pancakes?" She asks trying to steer us away from the awkward moment that was brewing.
"You were right, they are the best, I've ever eaten." I say grabbing her plate and taking it to the kitchen with mine.
"See, I told you!" She says following in behind me with the mugs.
"You are just so damn cocky, aren't you?" I tease.
"I have to even it out amongst, the two of us." She teases.
"Ok, fair enough!" I admit running the dish water.
"How sweet of you to do the dishes." She sarcastically states.
"Keep talking. I can just throw them in the dishwasher." I reply as she sits the griddle beside the sink.
"You wouldn't dare!" She says staring me down. I know how much she hates wasting energy and turning on the dishwasher for a few dishes, will drive her up the wall.
"Try me!" I say flicking a bubble in her face. She giggles softly before walking away.
"I see you know what's best for you." I rasp as I hear her padding into the living room. She doesn't respond. A few moments later I hear the radio come on. I hear Smokey's smooth high tenor voice permeating the air, as the lyrics to 'Sweet Harmony' begins to accompany the melody. She comes back into the kitchen, humming along to the tune. I look over my shoulder, to see her putting things back in the refrigerator. I'm just finishing up the dishes, I dry my hands and I approach her and whisper, "Dance with me, gorgeous." I feel her shudder against me, as I trace my finger over the nape of her neck.
She turns around and gives me her hand. We start swaying to the beautiful melody.
I believe in miracles,
If you can dream it,
It can be done.
As the song ends, she pulls back, and says, "Can I ask you something, friend?"
"Sure, friend." I say looking into her mesmerizing eyes.
"Do you mean it?" She timidly asks.
I cup her chin, and say, "I mean it even more, every time, I say it." I see the tears form in her eyes, and I pull her to my chest and hug her tightly. It is a damn shame that she has been hurt so badly, that she can't believe that I mean what I say.
"Sharon?" I whisper as I run my hands over her back.
"Hmm?" She responds still holding on to me tightly.
"You are gorgeous." I whisper placing a kiss on her forehead.
She hums with contentment.
"You are gorgeous here." I say before kissing her ear.
"Gorgeous here." I say before kissing her cheek.
"Gorgeous here." I breathe before kissing her nose.
"I get the picture." She breathes.
"I'm not sure you do." I say before lightly kissing her lips. Her lips are just as soft as I imagined them to be. I can taste the mint lip balm mixed with hint of Arabica on her lips. She hums into the kiss, causing me to tilt her head back and deepen the kiss. She doesn't hesitate to invade my mouth with her tongue. She steps back towards the fridge pulling me with her. As her back hits the fridge, she puts her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer. As our tongues continue to engage in a mêlée, she moans. Her beautiful moans, are sending fire through my veins. She breaks the kiss and rests her forehead on mine. Standing here trying to catch our breaths, she removes her arms from my neck and says, "Thank you, friend."
"Anytime, gorgeous." I say before kissing her again. She deepens it swiftly. Her arms are pulling me flush against her, and her nails are scraping my back through my shirt. My hands start roaming under her sweater. I start toying with the waistband of her leggings. She moans at my ministrations. My hands travel further up her body and at the first feel of skin, I feel myself harden. I feel the goosebumps form on her skin. The necessity for air takes over, and she says, "I'm sorry, Andy, I'm not ready for anything else." She looks away. I gently pull my hand from under her sweater and pull her chin towards me, "Hey, no worries, gorgeous."
She smiles slightly, "besides I like this a lot." I say before kissing her again. She smiles into the kiss. This kiss is more passionate than the other two. We both are moaning. Hands roaming everywhere. I feel her finger on the waistband of my jeans. I pull back and say, "I think it is time we say goodnight, before neither one of us can stop." She smiles and says, "I think that is a good idea."
We walk towards the front door holding hands, as I pick my jacket up off the couch. As she opens the door, she asks, "Still friends?" I turn around and kiss her one more time, a soft but fleeting one. I pull back and say, "Yes, gorgeous we are." She squeezes my hand a little tighter, before releasing it and saying, "Good."
"Goodnight, gorgeous." I say smiling at her.
"Goodnight, Andy." She says as she slowly closes the door.
Walking to the elevator, all I can think of is her.
I'm determined to make her realize how truly gorgeous she is inside and out. No matter what I have to do, I will do it! She deserves to feel gorgeous.
TBC…
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