In response to a prompt by Welshcwtch: what if Andy caught Sharon saying she loved him and acted on it, making her all flustered.
Obviously I took some liberty with it ;)
I wanted to finish it in time for Thanksgiving but life happened.. Another chapter will follow, a smutty one. I'll post it probably only on AO3, I plan on it being more than just "mature" lol
Andy jogged through the parking lot and managed to get behind the lady that just entered the building. She turned back, surely worried about being followed late at night but smiled when she recognized him. He couldn't remember which floor she lived on but was glad to have met her on several occasions in the hallways and at the pool. He forced a smile back, not wanting to raise suspicion and moved toward the elevators. He needed to clear the air with Sharon after tonight's fiasco. He couldn't believe his daughter would make his life derail like that. Months of trying to be smooth and not to pressure her inhalation in not even five minutes. The truth was, even though he knew he liked Sharon very much, he couldn't and wouldn't ruin their strong friendship, that friendship that meant the world to him, just to take a chance. He knew what a lousy husband he was. He knew how Sharon could be: intense and fixated on the rules. They would butt heads, that was sure. He also knew what their job meant to them and how he couldn't mess with his sobriety. He could not consider losing her, even if it meant living a life of regrets and what ifs.
As he arrived on the eleventh floor, he felt his heart make a little somersault in his chest. He had to find out what to tell her and quickly. He took a step out of the lift and was greeted by Rusty's voice. "I don't understand, Sharon. You like him, it's obvious, you spend all your free time with him. Why don't you want to date him?"
He stopped in his tracks, hiding behind the large leafy plant. He wasn't proud of himself, not at all, but he had to know. "Of course I like him. I like him a lot but it's complicated, Rusty. I'm his boss, I can't take the first step, it would be considered harassment. And you know the.." She started vehemently but was cut short by her son.
"Let me guess, the rules? You won't break the rules.." He said disdainfully.
"Of course I won't break the rules." She added in a soft unsecure voice. "And I don't think he likes me like that or he would have made a move. He likes blonde, young women and well, I'm neither blonde nor young anymore." He heard her keys jingle and the door opened. The pair entered the condo while he stayed out, shocked beyond measure and wondering about his next move.
And planning he barely had time to do since the day after the Nutcracker's event, Luis Navarro was acquitted and all Hell broke loose. He couldn't really ask her out like that, not in the middle of a case but he could make his move slowly.
As they stood outside, the sun shining bright, he couldn't help himself. The second the rest of the team moved away, he came closer to her and caressed her long curvy shiny hair. She turned toward him, her gaze confused and questioning. In the last few months, they had grown a lot closer, especially physically. Touching her was an everyday occurrence. He had given her countless head massages, holded her arms or hands, they even cuddled on the sofa watching TV but it was usually in a more private setting. "You have beautiful hair today. Well, it's always beautiful but today, outside, the sun really catches its fiery tones. And your eyes, they're so green. You're beautiful." He stammered a bit on his world, revealing way more than he originally planned on but the truth needed to come out. She was insanely pretty today. He smiled dreamily and saw her cheeks turn red immediately.
She took a few steps back, her tresses running through his fingers and falling around her shoulder. "I.. hum… thank you." She said not meeting his eyes. "I'm going to .. hum… head back to PAB." She said pointing to her car before nearly running to it. Saying he was surprised by her behavior was an understatement, especially because they had come together with Provenza to the crime scene and he still had her car keys in his pocket. He walked toward her and unlocked the doors. She gingerly opened it and sat behind the wheel. "We're not done?" She said in a whisper. "And you'll need a ride…"
"Chief Howard is waiting to talk to us." He said, pointing to the dark haired man standing by the firetruck. He offered her his hand and helped her get to her feet. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, Sharon, it's just that today, you're even prettier than usual." He said with his crooked grin, amused to see her flash red once again. "I can't believe I'm the first to tell you." He joked, trying to alleviate the tension.
Flustered, she took a step toward him before he could move back and ended up stepping on his toes and falling into his waiting arms. Andy thought it to be adorably dorky and decided to see where it could go.
The next day, he noticed while he was standing behind her discussing the new developments concerning Ed Winslow that her blouse was gaping more than usual, offering him a nice view on the valley of her breasts and a peak at her lacy bra. Weeks later, he still couldn't understand what got into him when he reached out and flattened her shirt cowl, offering him an ever better view of her creamy white skin. He lingered a second, caressing her soft skin with the back of his fingertips. "Here you go, I think you've already charmed Ed Winslow and with that blouse, he'll just confess about anything." Why he said that, he didn't know. Especially knowing that in that regard she was the exact opposite of Chief Johnson. As beautiful as she was, she refused to use her beauty or the fact that she was a woman to play into the balance.
She rearranged her cowl and wrapped her jacket more tightly around herself, looking at him with wide eyes. "I'm … I'm not like that." She looked down into her décolleté and asked. "Is that too revealing? Should I change?" She got up, opening the small chest behind her desk. "I think I have a sweater somewhere." She said, looking into the drawer.
He had to stop her. He put both hands on her shoulders and turned her around. "You're very professional like that, and beautiful, sorry if I overstepped." He said sincerely, looking into her green eyes turned cloudy gray. He moved toward her, letting her anticipate his move, and kissed her cheek. Making sure she saw his gaze move down, he added. "I just really like that blouse. Shame you don't wear it more often."
He smiled as he saw her caress her sternum with her fingertips, biting her lower lip, cheeks pink.
Soon enough the case was behind them. He knew he had rattled her with his compliments and attention. They needed to talk. He needed to make his intentions clear. So he did what he knew best: he invited his very good friend Sharon for a cook over at his place. He promised her veggie lasagnas for the lunches of the week to come and homemade pizza for that evening. He knew how much she loved it. He had even bought her that Pinot Noir that she loved so much and could only think about tasting it on her lips. He was surprised to see her come in a very tight fitting red dress that displayed a lot of cleavage. It was shorter than what he was used to seeing on her and loved to see her legs displayed like that. He kissed her cheek, his lips coming very close to the corner of her mouth and groaned near her ear. "I love your dress."
He managed to refrain himself for the better part of the evening but did not find the courage to make his feelings known. So they cooked, chit chatting like they always did and Andy stole glances to her legs and décolleté. He could tell she felt his gaze, her cheeks blushing prettily each time she caught time but she never said a thing, to his surprise. He did notice though the many times she touched his arms, brushed his legs and tried to gain his attention or maybe he would have acted sooner.
But the moment he saw her stir the sauce, her hair held in a high ponytail, her neck bare, he couldn't resist. He knew she was self conscious about her chin but as an objective observateur, he could tell she was absolutely beautiful. And he loved her long, slim, elegant neck. He loved that she let him see her like that, that she felt comfortable enough to pull her hair up, something she rarely did. He couldn't help himself but step toward her. Moved by a force greater than him, he put his hands on her hips and his lips on her neck. He immediately took a sharp breath in, sure she was going to slap him but instead she moaned. He smiled against her soft skin, her delicate perfume tickling his nostrils. So they were on the same line… He dropped another open mouth kiss at the junction of shoulder and neck, sucking then her skin in. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her middle, wanting for her to be able to escape if we wanted to. She did none of that, on the contrary. She tilted her head to the opposite side, offering more and joined her hands on top of his on her belly. Exhilarated by her openness, he moved slowly his mouth up her throat, nipping, kissing until he met her jaw. There, he ran his teeth against the sharp bone before kissing it. When she turned her head around, he did not waste any second and joined their lips together.