Andy turned his head to glance at the clock behind him. 3:02. He and Sharon had gotten in late last night, and although they still hadn't taken their relationship to the next level physically, they had decided to fall into the same bed. It was more out of convenience and pure exhaustion than anything else, but Andy had to admit, having Sharon asleep in his arms felt pretty wonderful. Why he was awake at 3:02, though, he couldn't figure out.

"Mmm..." A soft moan came from in front of him. 'Must be sleeping well,' Andy thought to himself, curling his arm tighter around Sharon. He tucked his nose into her neck and inhaled deepuly, smelling the shampoo that lingered in her hair.

"Oh," A soft sigh escaped her, so quite that Andy wouldn't have heard it had he not been concentrated on the rhythm of her breathing. Andy closed his eyes and rested his head down on the pillow beneath him, hoping to catch a little more sleep before his alarm sounded in just a few hours. "Hmmm..," another soft moan came from Sharon, this one just slightly louder than the others. Andy raised his head from the pillow to glance over at Sharon's face to see a small smile gracing her lips.

"You're a witch, you know," he grumbled, pressing his lips to her neck.

"I really don't know what you mean," she chuckled, scooting herself closer to him.

"Yeah," he huffed, "A witch who enjoys watching men die by slowly torturing them."

"But I'm not even watching," she quickly responded, entwining her hand with his that rested on her stomach. He squeezed her hand in his own, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.

"It's okay," he mumbled against her skin, "I love you anyway."

"Mmhmm," she scooted back towards him once more, pressing her backside into his quickly hardening groin, "I know. I love you too."

"Lucky me," Andy smiled against her skin. Sharon rolled onto her back so that she was able to look up into Andy's eyes. In the dark light of the bedroom, his eyes burned darker than their usual chocolate brown, and Sharon was mesmerized.

"I thought I was the lucky one," she whispered, her hand coming up to caress his cheek. Andy smiled at her and softly pressed his lips to hers. A small moan escaped her, and when her lips parted, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, caressing hers gently with her own. It was a leisurely kiss, tongues moving slowly and gently against one another. When the need for air became to great, they separated, their faces mere millimeters from one another. "Yep, I'm definitely the lucky one," she smiled.

"Well, I'm the one with a gorgeous woman in my arms," Andy countered.

"That's true," she nodded, kissing him once more. Andy's hand combed through Sharon's hair, scratching her scalp lightly. She groaned, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue. Her hands moved to rest on his chest, and she was able to push him so that he was lying on his back. Swinging her leg around quickly, she straddled him, her lips never leaving his. When his hands immediately gripped her hips, she pulled back and smiled.

"That was impressive," he smirked, his hands smoothing along her stomach.

"As is this," she groaned, reaching behind her to grab his erection through his boxers.

Andy was unable to control the moan that escaped his lips and the buck of his hips as her tiny hand wrapped around his aching cock. "Sharon," he spoked through gritted teeth.

"I'm ready," she nodded, leaning her head down to press a soft kiss to his chest, directly above his heart.

"Are you sure?" He asked, not wanting to pressure her.

"Andy," she whispered, moving her hands so that both of them gently cupped his face, "I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything."

"Always so confident," he chuckled lightly, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

"I know what I want," she shrugged, "And right now, that's you."

"Aye, aye, Captain."