Sharon could tell her husband's attention was wandering. It started with his foot first, absently tapping against the floor, and then to his hand which moved from its spot on her shoulder to rest on her thigh. She knew he had completely given up on the movie when he nudged her hair out of the way and bent his head to kiss her neck.
"Do you want to watch something else?" she asked despite knowing his answer.
"I'm fine," he murmured into her ear before he pressed another kiss behind it.
She allowed her head to tilt toward her opposite shoulder and he immediately took advantage of the new angle to gently nip at her sensitive skin. "Do you want to do something else?"
"I'm fine," he repeated and she raised an eyebrow. "I'm doing and watching exactly what I want to right now."
"And that is?"
"You." He cupped her face and gently turned it toward him, and then kissed her deeply.
She hummed into the kiss and nearly melted into him, her eyes sliding closed as she kissed him back. She bit her lip when they parted for air, her eyes fluttering open a moment later. "Am I your entertainment for tonight?"
"God, I hope so." He was suddenly over her and she was flat against the couch, his boyish grin greeting her.
"Don't get too worked up or you're carrying me to bed." His grin widened and as his hips pressed against hers, she was surprised to feel his obvious erection. "How long have you been thinking about this?"
"Since the movie started."
She glanced at the TV and then back to the man above her. "Twenty minutes and you're already this worked up?" she teased, but there was a part of her that was also impressed.
"I have a very active imagination." His hands slid under her tank top and cardigan, stroking over her stomach and sides until he reached the wire of her bra.
"Do you plan to share that imagination?" He straddled one of her legs while her other barely clung to the edge of the couch and she made sure to shift carefully as she watched him.
"As soon as I can get your clothes off, yes."
In his eagerness, he tried to take her tank top off before her cardigan. She shooed his hands away to stop him from tangling them together and pushed up from the couch to do it herself. He took over again when she got down to her bra and she settled back against the couch, his hands already moving over her breasts.
He was always so warm and the heat radiating off his body chased back the goosebumps starting to form on her exposed chest. She arced into his touch, gasping as her nipples hardened and grew more sensitive. He continued caressing them, stroking the pads of his thumb over the hard peaks until her body trembled. She let out a full moan when he ducked his head and closed his mouth around her breast, his teeth just on the right side of pain. Her hand reached up to run her fingers through his hair, but then tangled in the grey strands and held him against her.
"Bedroom," she tried, but his mouth switched to her other breast and she could only moan again.
"What was that?" he teased, only his eyes rolling up to look at her.
The sight of him watching her with her breast in his mouth sent a wave of arousal through her body that stole her breath. His grin returned and he shifted back so he could kiss down her stomach to the waistband of her leggings. Undeterred, he slowly peeled them down her legs, not even caring when he had to stand up to pull them off. They joined her shirt on the coffee table and her underwear was next, leaving her bare and chilly in the living room. He remained standing long enough to take his own clothes off and then he was over her again, his warmth filling the space between their bodies and starting to warm her own.
"You're going to regret it if we do this here," she warned him, stretching her arms out toward his shoulders and trying to pull him closer.
"Worth it," he said immediately and then his hands were between her legs and her coherent thoughts evaporated.
He used every piece of knowledge about her body, his hands and fingers expertly stroking and teasing her until she nearly vibrated with arousal, unable to even keep her leg up on her own. He braced himself against the back of the couch and grabbed her hip with his other hand, his cock entering her body with a sudden but controlled thrust of his hips. She shuddered at the feeling that stole her breath every time and grabbed his shoulder successfully this time, her nails digging in as he bottomed out.
"God, Sharon," he gasped into her chest, his forehead resting against her sternum while he fought for his breath. "I'm not… I won't last…"
"Then start moving," she managed in response, clenching her body around him in an attempt to make him move.
It worked and he withdrew his cock slowly, his eyes focused on her and every tremble that went through her body at his teasing movements. He pulled back until only the tip teased her entrance and before she could register it, he shoved home again in one quick movement, forcing a sharp cry from her throat.
"Andy, god!" She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss that he took over as he kept up his alternated pace. "Oh, my god…"
There was barely enough room for both of them on the couch in this position, but his hand on her hip and his body pressed against hers kept her where she was, even as she pressed up against him and tried to maintain their kiss.
"Fuck, Sharon," he groaned and she felt his rhythm falter, his next thrust harder than the previous ones.
She didn't think the angle was enough for her, but after another rough thrust, her orgasm took her by surprise and she came with short, gasping moans. Barely holding on to him, her body shook with the force of her climax and Andy's continued thrusts until he followed her over the edge. He buried his face in her chest to muffle his groans and her fingers slowly untangled from his hair to stroke up and down his sweaty back.
It took him a few minutes to gather himself enough to move, wincing as he sat up and she eased her legs out of the way. She managed to push herself up and accepted his hand to stand; she had to lean against him for a moment to regain her balance, making him grin proudly while she rolled her eyes.
"Can't walk?"
"Can you?" she shot back teasingly, tilting her head to look up at him.
"Maybe not upright, but I'm good." He fully straightened up and she winced in sympathy at the pops and cracks that sounded from his joints. "Are you okay?"
"I'm good." She looped her arm through his and leaned against him more, bringing his grin back to full force. "I'm well-fucked," she added as he started toward their bedroom, "and that's all the ego stroking you're going to get from me tonight."
Despite her words, the slight limp in her step was all the ego stroking he needed the rest of the night, until they were showered and curled up together in bed.
The moment Sharon woke the next morning, she knew she was in trouble. The tightness and tenderness in her back made it difficult to just roll over and she was grateful Andy had been called out to a crime scene during the night that hadn't required her presence until a normal hour. She groaned and slowly pushed herself upright, her arm reaching behind to press around for the worst of the pain and pressing gently. A few moments of twisting and stretching managed to loosen her back enough for her to get up and get ready. She was slower than normal, but it was at least manageable.
It was a relief when she walked into the Murder Room and was able to head directly into Electronics, eagerly sinking into the chair beside Buzz and scanning the computer screens while he brought her up to speed. As Amy and Julio's interview with the victim's sister dragged on, she realized she must have been shifting more than she thought when Buzz turned to look at her in concern. She sighed and forced herself to sit still, her head shaking in answer as she folded her hands in her lap and tried to refocus on the interview, made more difficult by the woman's refusal to cooperate.
Buzz didn't let it go. "Captain? Is everything all right?"
"Just fine," she replied, a little too quickly. "I'll be right back."
As much as she wanted to hurry from the room, her back forced her to stand and move slowly. She nearly walked into Provenza as he tried to walk through the door she had just opened and her back gave a reminding twinge that briefly reflected on her face.
"Ye Gods, Captain! Did I hurt you?" He held his hand out to her, briefly resting it on her shoulder until she waved away his concern.
Behind them, Buzz cleared his throat and she ignored it.
"You surprised me," she reassured her lieutenant. "WIll you join Amy and Julio in Interview One? If she still doesn't want to talk, let her go for now."
"Will do. Flynn can update you on what Morales found at the morgue." He held the door open for her to pass by before he let it shut and walked around the corner.
Her eyes scanned the room and finally landed on her husband where he stood updating the murder board. "When you're done, Andy, I'd like to see Morales' prelim in my office."
"Just a few minutes, Captain," he called over his shoulder.
She smiled even though he didn't see it. "Take your time."
Leaving her office lights off and blinds closed, she shut her door and immediately kneeled beside her desk. She rested her elbows on the top and crossed her arms, cautiously twisting her back in a futile attempt at relief. Andy knocked on her door and opened it before she could move, and she looked up to see an almost comical surprise on his face.
"Sharon?" The surprise shifted to concern as he hurried over to her and dropped Morales' report on her desk, his hands hovering but not touching as he looked her over.
"I'm fine, Andy." She smiled and took his hand, her other braced against her desk so she could stand. He helped without question, but his concern only grew. "I'm fine," she repeated. "I think we may need to hold off on having sex on the couch for a while, though."
His worry was still obvious, but he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his side, his hand settling on her back and beginning to massage gently. She winced and leaned forward away from him, her hand reaching around to try to grab his.
"Ah, not while I'm standing," she gasped out.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Sharon. You should've heard me when I got out of bed." His fingers stopped probing and rested idly on her back, so she dropped her hand and leaned into him again.
"I did. You sounded like a firework show," she teased softly. "And there's nothing to apologize for. I don't know about you, but I thoroughly enjoyed you breaking my back last night." She lowered her voice and carefully leaned up to kiss his cheek.
He groaned immediately and his arm reflexively tightened around her; she let out a pleased hum in response.
"Now, what does Doctor Morales have for us?" she asked, pulling away to grab the report herself before she eased into her chair and glanced up at Andy.
He stayed where he was, hand stretched out even though she had walked away. He looked dumbfounded, an odd mixture of aroused and confused, and she couldn't help her own pride at creating that confusion in him. Deciding to give him a minute to recover and with a tantalizing smile still on her lips, she focused on the report before her and the murder to be solved.