AN: thank you all for letting me know who are still reading. It means a lot to me to know that people still enjoy this story. I remember having so much fun writing this part. Because of your positive reaction I have also began typing part 6. As some of you know I write the traditional way, so each chapter has to be typed after that, which is quite some work. I just felt motivated again, because maybe there are still some readers who want to continue this journey with me. It is also helpful to be spending time in my little bubble again.

I also began writing part 7. It was hard to write shandy right after season six, and long after that if I am completely honest. Now I seem to enjoy to write for Sharon and Andy again.

As a thank you to all of your great reactions, chapter one. I hope you enjoy it. Please don't mind any mistakes, this is not my native language. The characters don't belong to me, just playing with them.

Rated M to be on the safe side.

Chapter one

This was the second week without any major cases. After wrapping up the Alice Jensen case, they'd had only a few robberies. It was nice to be home at six for a change or actually have something that resembled a normal weekend. Andy's lips touched her neck, her hand sneaking up to touch his nape, her fingers lazily stroking through the thick dark hair.

"Dinner's almost ready."

"I'm one lucky woman."

"Almost finished?"

"I can't believe how much mail piled up."

Over the Alice Jensen case, she had practically moved in at his place. The only reason, why they were at hers now, was so she could get some fresh clothing and deal with her mail. He knew the next step in their relationship was them living together, but he was tentative to ask her. Sharon had worked hard for her independency. Andy promised her once he wasn't going to take that away from her. And if she wanted to live with him permanent, she wouldn't keep her apartment and she wouldn't have hired a cleaning lady.

It wasn't easy, but he had to tell himself that she hadn't been living together with Raydor either and they'd been engaged. Sharon hadn't even been much at Raydor's place, so he'd have to tell himself that they were actually doing okay. She felt at home at his place and maybe he just had to leave it up to her to take that next step. Patience had been the key word all throughout his relationship with Sharon.

"I'll finish these after dinner."

Sharon tossed the envelopes on her salon table, getting up from the couch, to have a peek at what was smelling so good.

"Mmm, that smells delicious."

"Why don't you sit down and I'll serve."

Sharon smiled content. Andy loved pampering her and he looked so cute while doing so. It was worth it to sit back and let him wait her on her every need, although it sometimes went against her nature. This was her way of indulging him.

"Here you go…"

"Thanks, honey…."

Andy looked mesmerized at her smile combined with the glimmer in her eyes. He loved the fact that she was so extremely grateful for the little things.

"Oh Andy, it's delicious again."

"It's just simple home cooking, hon."

He wouldn't let her praise him. Sharon knew what was about to happen next, he'd start another subject.

"So what do you think about the new guys?"

Sharon hadn't had much interaction with them yet. Mainly because they didn't like her, but what was new there? The two Detectives came in from Narcotics. They all hated her there. They called her a rat or a snitch for outing one of their own. Phelps and Keegan chose to ignore her. They acted like she wasn't even there. Partnering up with Sanders and Dixon wasn't making things easier. Now there were simply four unfriendly faces she'd have to endure.

"I haven't really interacted with them. "

Andy looked over at her, studying her, while her eyes were fixed on the plate in front of her.

"Did they do something?"

Andy knew they were from Narcotics and Sanders and Dixon had never been kind to her.

"You need me to talk to them?"

Sharon knew that Andy wouldn't mean a friendly talk.

"No… I don't need you to do that."

The last thing she needed was for Andy to act like some knight in shining armor at work. To protect her for the bullies there. She had never wanted Jack to do that either. Just because Andy was working at the same place, didn't mean she'd want him to fight her battles for her.

His eyes wouldn't let go of her, so she looked more serious.

"I don't need you looking out for me at work, Andy."

As hewas just staring at her like that, she knew Andy wasn't totally convinced yet. He had this extreme need to protect her. That was just so him. Sharon knew he couldn't help it.

"Andy…."

"Alright, alright…" He almost growled the words. "I'll try…"

A small smile curled her lips. More she couldn't really ask of him.

"Well at least the workload is getting less. I like spending more time with you."

Andy reached for her hand across the table and squeezed it.

"I like simply being with you, without the load of a major case weighing on top of us. "

It felt like they were finally getting to know each other. Relax around each other. They were at the beginning of a long life ahead of them. These days Andy actually dared to dream. He'd imagine Sharon as his bride. Looking amazing as she'd walk down the church ile in a white dress and lace veil. His mother would adore her, there was no doubt about that. Instinctively she knew Sharon was good for him. Exactly what he needed.

Andy seemed so far away in thoughts to her.

"Where are you?"

Andy blushed, interrupted from his thoughts. He didn't want to pressure her by telling her he'd been thinking about marrying her. Andy could imagine her feeling uncomfortable by him steering in that direction.

"You were better thinking about me, mister."

Andy chuckled. "Always."

His thumb stroke the back of her hand. "I was just thinking about my mother and how she will adore you. My family can't wait to meet you."

Sharon focused on her plate, which was nearly empty now. She knew Andy was, although living far away, very close with his family. Sometimes that knowledge made her feel like she had trouble breathing. Thoughts haunting her. What if they wouldn't like her? She didn't want Andy to have to chose between his family and her. The idea to meet his family was overwhelming and scary. Her entire family existed of only three people, her included. She didn't have any brothers or sisters, Andy had five. All had spouses, children. They all knew one another, she'd be different. She could imagine the way Andy must have felt, the first time when he met her parents.

There was a troubling look in her eyes. Something was pressuring her. Andy soon realized his mistake. "Honey? Hey.. They'll love you. They will, there's no need to worry."

Sharon made an effort to smile. She didn't want Andy to feel bad.

"What are you scared of? They know how much I love you."

Her parents knew how much she loved Andy as well. Her father still hadn't been very welcoming towards him. During the Jensen case, everything spiraled out of control. She knew her father had merely blamed Andy for her tenacity in going after his friend. Now they were hardly on speaking terms. Sharon knew her mother suffered, as she missed her so much. She had always spend time with her mother and father on a weekly base, no matter how busy life had been, she had made time. Now she hadn't seen them in weeks. A small glimpse at church, that was all.

Andy saw her eyes glistening. The sad look in them, fighting her own emotions. Unbeknownst and unwilling he had hit a nerve. Since the Alice Jensen case, the relationship with her parents, especially her father, had cooled off. To be honest it had already began when her father found out about their relationship. He knew it was hurtful to Sharon.

"Sorry…"

"It's okay…"

Nothing was okay. Not with her voice breaking like that. Not with the moist in her eyes.

"Did you speak your mom?"

"Not much.. I'd like to go to church tomorrow."

Sharon hoped to talk at least to her mom. She hadn't been in a fight with her, but still her mom was the one punished, because her dad was too damn stubborn.

"Would you go with me? I really don't want to go alone." She had been going alone, the last two weeks and Sharon didn't believe she could go through that again.

So she did need him, his strength, support. He was beginning to learn that the private Sharon was entirely different from who she was at work. He squeezed her hand. "Of course."

She offered him a grateful, but sad smile. Andy wished he knew a way to make it all better again.

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With her leg folded underneath her, she'd resumed her mail opening. The result from her Detective exam on top. She looked at it and then threw it on the 'answered' pile, feeling the couch dipping,as Andy sat down.

"I'll do the dishes later, almost done with my mail."

"Already did them."

"I told you I would. You already did the cooking."

Sharon smiled, as she saw the grin on his face, the mischievous flicker in his eyes. Bending a bit towards her.

"I'm sure you know better ways to thank me."

His lips caught her lower lip. A gently touch at first, sucking as he pressed them harder on hers. Ending with two light kisses, before he pulled back. His eyes not leaving hers, as he sought blindly for the last few envelopes on her lap.

"You can get to these in the morning."

Sharon smiled, there was no way she could deny him anything, when his eyes glimmered like this. She hummed agreeing.

Andy was about to put the envelopes on the salon table, as he saw the opened envelope, with the LAPD stamp on it, on top. It wasn't their pay check, so he kind of wondered what it was about.

"Something important?"

Her eyes followed his to the envelope, she'd just opened. "Not really…"

Frowning he looked at her, silent demanding more of an explanation than just those two words.

"Just the results of my Detective exam."

Andy sat straight up, forgetting all about his previous romantic plans.

"You took the Detective's exam? You didn't even mention it."

Sharon shrugged. She hadn't seen the significance in telling him. She hadn't given it much thought, just took the exam, because the Commander had mentioned it.

"It came up, so I just thought I'd give it a try. It hadn't passed my mind anymore. It doesn't really matter anyway."

"Don't let it get you down. It took me twice to pass the exam, hon. You'll pass it next time. "

"I passed."

Andy looked surprised, he didn't understand why she was so oblivious about it.

"But that's great. Congratulations."

With a huge smile on his face he took her face in both of his hands, kissing her.

Sharon smiled. He seemed genuinely happy for her. Proud. She knew how special that was. Not many men would have the same genuine reaction he had. They wouldn't think about it as much of an accomplishment. Jack certainly wouldn't have. Right at this moment, she realized once again, how lucky she was to have Andy in her live, love her.

He stared at her. His eyes trying to read her, but not finding the answers. "Why would you toss it aside like that? It's something to be proud of. You're really good at what you do."

A blush covered her cheeks, her eyes casting down. She shouldn't be so shy. Just dismiss it like this. His fingertips touched her chin, gently making her look back up at him. "You are…"

"It doesn't matter now. There are two new Detectives within our division."

"Hon, you only graduated two years ago. Most of your class mates are still in Patrol. Give it a year or two and you'll have your promotion. Passing the exam already, will only speak for you. You're still at the beginning of your career."

His thumb stroke her cheek, loving. Then his hand reached for the envelope. "We're going to frame this."

Sharon shook her head, a light chuckle escaping her lips. Andy was simply incorrigible.

"But first we're going to have a proper celebration."

Taking her hand in his she giggled, allowing him to lead her from the couch towards her bed room.

He loved hearing her giggle. Allowing himself to fall on her bed and pull her on top of him, resulted in a giggling fit. Her shaking form on top of his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, his hands drew lazy circles on her back. Her giggles subsiding, as the tiny kisses she gave him, lengthened.

Soon their lips moved in the same rhythm, as his hands stroke her back. Her fingers occupied with the hem of his t-shirt, blindly moving it up. She wanted it out of the way. Sharon wanted to feel his muscles flex underneath her fingers. She loved his firm and smooth skin. Working out wasn't on top of his priority list, still he managed to pull off a perfectly toned body.

Her fingers were stretched, covering more of his skin. She liked the feeling of him, as much as he liked the feeling of her bare skin. That made him aware of the fact that too much fabric was still in his way.

In one move he flipped her over, resulting in another giggling fit. Andy enjoyed looking at her shaking body beneath him. Sitting up, he made quick work of pulling his t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere beside the bed. His bare chest brought her back to the program. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, while her fingers focused on unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.

Their first time she'd been so shy, but they were slowly getting to know each other on every level. He liked the fact that she felt more confident, enough to take lead on some occasions. Time was all they needed. It was the way it should be. Forty years from now, Andy still wanted to be able to push new buttons inside of her, while his mind had memorized every single soft spot of her body. Just like he already knew that Sharon would buckle underneath him fast, if his hand kneaded her breast, while his lips caressed the skin right behind her earlobe. Just like he knew, she liked something, when her fingers would bury in his hair, pulling him close. Like he learned she wasn't very vocal at that stage, her death grip, keeping him in certain places was far more effective than words. Sharon would keep him in place, her hips buckling when the tension increased. He'd begun to read her body language, focus on it, to learn what she liked and what she didn't, although it had taken her a while before she trusted him enough to actually lead him away from a certain place, or when he did something she wasn't too keen on. Sharon had learned to have the confidence to guide him.

They took it slow the first time, but in time he learned Sharon wasn't always favoring the slow path. Like now the passion boiled inside of her, urging him to quicken his pace. He'd focus on her neck longer, knowing she had several soft spots there. The thumb of his one hand slowly rubbing her nipple, his other hand stroking the inside of her thighs. Both actions gave her goose bumps.

A smile curled on her lips. Andy always whispered words of love in her ear. He made her feel very special. Her hand slowly stroke the nape of his neck. As he focused back on her neck, her hands made quick work of his pants and boxers. Sharon wanted to feel him. How ready he was.

It was enough encouragement for him to move on, his lips moving over her collarbone, while his fingers shoved the bra straps from her shoulders. His hands making quick work of the clasp at her back. In one move he removed it, being able to focus on her panties. His thumbs hooking into the fabric to slide it down, grateful as she moved her bottom up, taking it upon herself to kick it of her legs.

His finger felt how wet she was, his thumb pad putting pressure on the bundle of nerves to make her react faster. Her knees falling to the side, an invitation for him to fill her.

Her walls fitted like a tight glove, her grip strong. In time she got more bold, less hesitant in letting him know what she liked. Sharon no longer hesitated keeping him inside of her to increase the tension, to a point it almost ached. Her slickness allowed him to fasten his pace, to hit her deeper, reaching that other bundle of nerves much faster.

She gasped, her head falling back, pressing it into the pillow underneath her, while the blood rushed towards her brain so fast, white dots appeared behind her closed eye lits. It was the moment he would stop. That brief moment of concern.

"Andy…."

She only said his name, but in her tone of voice she said so much more. The need for him so obvious in the way she pronounced his name. He'd increase his pace slow, carefully building up, increasing the tension. Andy wanted to feel her shudder beneath him, before he'd come. Wrapping his arms around her, as he would collapse on top of her. Peppering her with soft kisses, telling her how much he loved her, while he relished the feel of her fingers stroking his nape, his shoulder blades. Well spend and filled with love they'd fall asleep, needing each other's body heat.