You're the Northern Wind
Sending shivers down my spine
You're like fallen leaves
In an autumn night
You're the lullaby
That's singing me to sleep
You are the other half
You're like a missing piece
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
You don't know
What you do to me

"Hmmm…Mind if I get rid of this?" Andy's voice was warm against Sharon's ear, his fingers tugging at the clip that still held her hair up.

"No, no," she sighed. "Whatever you want." With Andy thick and deep inside her she didn't really care about much else.

He snapped the clip and tossed it aside, his fingers delving deeply into the tangled silky mass.

They lay on their sides face to face on the big soft bed, their bodies still damp and flushed from their bath. Sharon's knee was bent and thrown over Andy's hip. It was the way they made love late at night after a long hard day at work or long lazy Saturday mornings when they hadn't caught a case, sleepy, slow and sensual, their bodies moving languidly against each other. One of Andy's hands continued to lovingly stroke through her hair while the other lay on the curve of her hip, his fingers digging in firmly to hold her in place while he thrust inside her. Strength and tenderness. It was an intoxicating combination. Though it was impossible to get the deep penetration or the hard forceful thrusts that drove her wild, there was an intimacy and romance in being face to face with Andy that Sharon found extremely seductive.

She loved to watch his eyes, hard, dark and shining with desire suddenly soften to a rich warm caramel when he finally took what he wanted and began rocking inside her, his face tightening with agonized bliss each time she squeezed her inner walls around his pulsing shaft or ran her thumbnail over his flat male nipple, knowing she was responsible for giving him that sublime pleasure.

And his kisses. Oh God, was he a great kisser. Long, soul deep kisses that he continued while he made love her and that left her feeling adored and cherished in ways that went far beyond sexual pleasure. And when they came up for air, as they inevitably must, their gazes locked and Sharon's fingertips traced over the planes of his beautiful face in the same way his traced over hers.

She had his cheek cupped in her palm when he gave her a long, slow smile and tucked a few strands of damp hair back behind her ear. Nothing had ever affected her in the way that sweet, sexy smile did. It had the power to brighten her day, lighten her mood and even tear away at her resolve. It was a smile that could both seduce her and melt her heart all in one instant. And it was infectious. She couldn't help but smile back at him while he ran a thumb over her bottom lip.

"God I love you Andy."

His grin widened at her breathless, heartfelt sentiment and he pulled her thigh further up over his hip for deeper penetration, as if determined to show her just how much he loved her back. With Andy, sex had always been about more than a physical release, it was a genuine expression of his love, of their love.

With my body I thee worship. Sharon had heard those words a hundred times before but until Andy she'd never really lived them. No one had ever worshipped her in the way Andy did, completely and fully, body, mind, heart and soul. And she'd come to worship him the same way.

Clinging to him now, arms and legs wrapped around his torso, fingers digging into the muscles in his back she ground herself into him with frustrated little whimpers. Heeding her call Andy slid a hand between their bodies, his fingers slipping into the warm wet heat where they were joined to begin a circular rhythm over the swollen nub of her clit. That always sent right over the edge. Almost immediately she began to tense, urgent mewling little cries muted against his lips as she rose higher and higher finally shattering in climax.

It took only a few tight squeezes from her orgasm to send Andy following her right over the edge. Gripping her rear in his big hands he pulled her hips up flush to his and with a deep groan into her ear his erratic thrusts seized and she felt him flood her with his own release.

"You did lock the door, didn't you?" Sharon asked. They lay in nude in post coital bliss, the rosy glow from the fire creating shadows over their still entwined limbs.

"I think that's the third time you've asked me."

"I don't want to get caught in flagrante delicto again." Her lips trailed over his sandpaper jaw, down to the small scar on his neck where they'd removed the blood clot. It still chilled her to think how close she'd come to losing him.

"Doesn't that mean naked? We weren't naked. Well, you weren't."

"No, it doesn't mean naked. People just assume that. The proper Latin translation is "in blazing offence" but most times it's used as a euphemism for being caught in the midst of sexual activity–which we were. And you're missing the point."

He chuckled. "I like it when you go all sexy librarian on me. But we have nothing to worry about. Even if I hadn't locked the door, they won't be back until later. They're going to stop to eat at one pubs we saw on the way back from ski slopes. They wanted to give us some time alone"

She lifted a brow. "Really? Was that their idea or yours?"

"Does it really matter?"

"I guess not. So we're on our own for supper?"

"Just you and me baby." He gave her a lascivious wink that made Sharon laugh. "You okay with that?"

"More than okay." Her voice gave a little hitch as Andy softened and slipped from her body. Until Andy she'd never had that feeling before, that little twinge of sadness each time he withdrew from her, like she was losing a small part him. That thought had her pressing her mouth against his chest to muffle a soft laugh.

Andy rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was draped over his chest and asked, "What are you laughing about?

"Oh, nothing really. I was just thinking that each time you slip out of me it's like I lose a little part of you. She cupped a hand over his now softened penis, still damp from their joining. "But I didn't think either you or Joltin'Joe here would appreciate being referred to as "little".

Andy laughed at her cute little smirk. She'd been pretty amused when he'd told her his nickname for his penis. She hadn't been surprised that he'd chosen a baseball player, however, the fact that it was Joe DiMaggio, a dreaded Yankee and not a Dodger had been surprise. DiMaggio had retired before Andy was even born, but according to Andy he'd had five things going for him—he was great, he was Italian, he'd been married to Marilyn Monroe, he was his Nonno's favorite player and, well, it just seemed to be a name befitting that piece of his anatomy. Even Sharon had commented more than once that he was pretty good at jolting her world. "You're right. No man wants the word 'little' to be associated with his cock.

"You don't have anything to worry about on that front. There's nothing little about you, or Joltin Joe," she purred.

"Keep you satisfied, do we?"

"Oh yeah, no complaints here." She snuggled into him toying with his crisp chest hair.

"So, you're not disappointed it's just us for supper?"

"Not at all. I love our large and loud brood but it's nice to have a little quiet "us" time."

"I couldn't agree more. That's why I made reservations at the Inn for just the two of us."

"Mmm…" Sharon's eyes were growing heavy. The massage, the time spent in the Jacuzzi tub and Andy's lovemaking had left her completely satiated, her body entirely relaxed. And the heat from the blazing fireplace was making her sleepy. "Do we have time for a little nap?"

Andy glanced at the clock. It was still early. "Yeah, go to sleep babe. We have plenty of time." She smiled and snuggled in, but Andy didn't sleep. His stomach clenched with nerves. What happened tonight would irrevocably change their relationship, one way or another.

Oh God, what the hell was he thinking?

TBC