I want a snowfall kind of love
The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day
Oh I want to walk through with you
And watch it all melt away"

"Mmmm…. "Andy gave a soft groan. "You weren't kidding, this does feel great."

"I'm surprised you've never done it before. "

"No, never. I had no idea you liked this kind of thing. Do you do it a lot?" Even after all this time together there were still things he was learning about Sharon.

"Once or twice a month. But I've never done it with anyone, just on my own. It's a great way to alleviate stress."

Certainly better than bottling it up inside. She didn't make the accusation aloud but the undercurrent was certainly there in her tone. Andy wisely chose not to argue the point.

"You know, "she continued. "Maybe if we do this more often it could even help with your blood pressure."

"Better than those stupid pills. "

"Andy, you still have to take your pills."

"I know, I know."

He hated the little hitch of fear in her voice. His collapse a few months ago, even though it had turned out to be much ado about nothing, had really done a number her.

"Since you've never done this before, what made you decide to give it a try?"

"Gavin."

"My Gavin?"

"Do you really have to call him that?"

His disgruntled response drew a soft laugh from Sharon. Andy knew very well that Gavin was gay and he had nothing to worry about on that front. But a jealous Andy Flynn was an adorable Andy Flynn. "You consulted with Gavin?"

"Well, he is one of your best friends. He knows the kind of things you like. When I showed him the website of the resort he said I had to book some time in the spa for a massage. The only massage parlors I know anything about are the ones we used to raid back when I was on Vice in the 80's."

Sharon's hand tensed in his then quickly relaxed.

"What?" he asked, turning his head to look at her. She gave him a little smirk.

"I thought you were going to say the parlors you used to go to."

Andy snorted. "I have a long list of sins but being serviced in massage parlors is not on them. Of course that doesn't mean I don't know the kinds of things that went on there so if you'd like to do a little role playing-"

"Andy!" she cut him off squeezing his hand hard. "Please remember we are not alone."

"Oh yeah. Sorry guys."

Both massage therapists laughed. Andy didn't really seem very sorry at all.

"Well, anyway, Baker was right. Who would have known that having hot rocks pressed into your back would actually feel good?"

"I thought it sounded strange the first time my massage therapist suggested it too," Sharon said. "But I'm glad you listened to Gavin. A romantic couple's massage is the perfect way to spend our afternoon. My muscles could use a break."

They were both lying side by side on separate tables, naked, save for a strategically placed towel over their buttocks. Warm fragrant oils were massaged into their skin, ylang ylang for her and sandalwood for him and hot smooth stones pressed out all the aches and pains in their muscles. Candles created a soft glow and soothing music a sense of calm and peace.

It was just what they needed to cap off three days of nearly constant activity. After day one on the alpine slopes, yesterday had been spent cross country skiing through the woods and open fields surrounding the inn with the rest of the family. Sharon was in very good shape. She worked out frequently, swam almost every day and took yoga and a body barre class, but her muscles were still protesting the vigorous activity. Cross country looked easy, but it was actually a lot of work, a great cardiovascular exercise.

And after all that, this morning they'd had a big breakfast and the whole family, except for Ricky and Rusty, hit the trail along the bluff of the frozen river to try out some snow shoeing.

Much to Sharon's delight Ricky had offered to teach Rusty how to snowboard and Rusty had actually accepted the offer. It had been a rocky beginning between her boys. Rusty had been wary and intimidated by her older, confident and accomplished son and Ricky had been suspicious and jealous of the boy she had come to love and wanted to make her son.

Ricky's reaction to her adopting Rusty had been appalling to Sharon. She'd always prided herself on having raised two kind and compassionate children. But, with a little manipulation from his jealous father and the protectiveness that came from being the only male with a mother and a sister, Ricky had come off as petty and condescending and worst of all for Sharon, lacking in empathy for a boy who had been raised without all the love and care and material advantages that Ricky took for granted.

Still, as shocked and upset as she'd been, she'd also known right away that while it was Ricky speaking, the words coming out of his mouth were pure Jack Raydor. Once she'd cut through Jack's bullshit, laid it all out to Ricky and appealed to his better nature, he had come around as she'd hoped he would. He'd made an effort with Rusty and offered him an olive branch which, happily, Rusty had accepted. And he'd done it again today with the offer of the snowboarding lesson. Ricky was turning out to be a pretty decent big brother.

"I'm so relaxed, I almost feel like I want a nap." Andy settled heavily on their bed once they were back in their room at the inn.

It was a beautiful room, very romantic. A king sized canopy bed covered in luxury linens, strategically placed directly across from the fireplace. Thick plush carpeting to warm their feet and French doors that opened out to small balcony overlooking the twinkling lights surrounding the frozen pond.

"Mmm…" Sharon hummed. "I can think of something better. How about we try out that Jacuzzi tub?"

"Really? " Andy's eyes lit. "You don't have to ask me twice."

Sharon grinned and shook her head at how quickly that perked him up. She used to think Andy was so unpredictable, but when it came to sex he was very predictable. Predictable and insatiable. Not that she was complaining. Since they'd become lovers Andy had reawakened her libido making her burn in ways she'd never known she could burn. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she'd become quite insatiable herself.

Andy stood and looked at his watch.

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" She asked.

"No…uh…No. I just. I think I'll start a fire so the room will be warm when we're finished."

Sharon's eyes narrowed. She could always tell when Andy wasn't being completely truthful. A knot tightened in her stomach. The look on his face was one she unfortunately knew all too well.

No.

She quickly shoved her suspicions aside with a shake of her head. Andy was not Jack. He did not have ulterior motives for bringing her here. He didn't have a poker game waiting for him or another woman tucked away somewhere.

"Okay, well, I'll go start the tub then."

Andy nodded then got to work at the fireplace. He was still working on getting a fire blazing when his cell phone rang. He answered the phone and glanced toward the bathroom at the sound of the female voice on the other end. "Yes…uh…Yes tonight," he agreed. "But I said I'd call you. Please don't call me again, my girlfriend is with me. I don't want her to know what's going on."

"Andy…"Sharon called from the bathroom. "What's taking you so long?"

"I don't start many fires in LA," Andy called back. "It's taking me a while to get it going."

"Well hurry up, it's lonely by myself in this big tub. I think I'm going to have to get started without you."

Andy froze at the quick image of Sharon pleasuring herself that flashed into his brain, a shot of desire piercing him right in the groin. No way he wanted to miss that.

Quickly he rushed into the bathroom.

A slow sexy smile curved on Sharon's lips. "I thought that might get your attention," she drawled sensuously.

Andy could hardly speak. Sharon was leaning back in the bubbling water, hair piled up on her head. Candles lined the edge of the tub and she teased him by biting the tip of one of the chocolate covered strawberries they'd been given at their massage while her fingertips ran up and down her chest.

"Andy?" She questioned when he continued to stare, mesmerized by the finger moving down her breast. "Would you care to join me?"

"What? "

"I said would you care to join me?" Her thumb came dangerously close to her nipple and all the blood rushed from his head into his cock.

"Oh, hell yeah."

Sharon giggled again watching him tear off his clothes as fast as he could. Yep, her Andy was extremely predictable.

"So, as far as role playing goes, is this the kind of massage you were referring to?"

"Oh Christ, yes." Andy's head fell back on a groan when Sharon's hand closed over him, sliding up and down his rigid length. "So good Shar."

"I thought you might like that." She rose slightly to nuzzle into his neck, giving a surprised gasp of pleasure when one of the jets sent a powerful surge of water between her legs. "Oh God Andy, when we buy a house we have to get a tub like this."

"Anything you want, sweetheart."

Through the haze of pleasure her hand was creating between his legs, he let his mind drift with satisfaction at her reference to their house hunting. He was well aware that he'd pushed the matter a bit by making the decision to put his house in Valencia on the market so he could find a place closer to her Los Feliz condo without consulting her first. He'd figured that if he discussed it with her she might try to talk him out of it. She was trying so hard to keep those last few bricks in the wall that she shielded herself with between them, and he was trying equally hard to tear them down.

It wasn't that she didn't love him, he knew she did. She was just scared. She'd been let down so badly in the past it was completely understandable that she'd have trouble letting a man, even one she loved, completely into the life she'd so carefully constructed for herself and her children. She'd been very open with him about that and he'd tried to be respectful of her request to take things slow. But because of her reticence he knew that if things were going to move forward in their relationship he would most likely be the one to have to take the initiative. And so he had, by putting his house up for sale and tentatively broaching the idea of moving in together.

Sharon's response had been a surprise. Not only hadn't she flatly turned him down, she'd suggested going out to dinner to discuss the matter and before their shrimp potsticker appetizer had even arrived she had agreed to start looking for a home they could purchase together. When his Valencia house had sold more quickly than he'd thought it would Sharon was the one who had suggested that he move in with her, this time into her bedroom, not Rusty's, while they continued to look for a place to buy together. A place big enough for the two of them, Rusty, and enough room for their visiting kids. It was everything he'd wanted. Well, almost everything, he'd just worried that she might have felt pressured.

Sharon's excited and enthusiastic response to the first house they'd toured had put those worries to rest. Before they'd even made an offer she'd already been planning how she was going to decorate. Ultimately they hadn't bought the house because it was infested with black mold, but it had shown him that Sharon was just as excited as he was about buying a house together.

"Andy, did I lose you?" She nibbled on his earlobe while gently cupping and stroking his balls.

"No, not all. " Damn. When she spoke like that, all sultry, low and throaty, his body responded with liquid lust. "I was just thinking, maybe we should take this into the bedroom."

"I think that's probably a very good idea."

TBC