prompt: I love it when you touch me like that

Takes place after the Nutcracker episode in season 3

It had been a very emotional and tense evening. Sharon could not focus a single second on the show. she was unable to stop thinking about what Rusty said, about what Andy implied. Were they really more than friends? Were they dating? It took her the entire performance to come to the conclusion that they MAY be more than friends. MAYBE the fact that they kissed a few (wonderful) times, could have led Andy to believe there was more to their relationship than what she intended. She needed to talk to him. She needed to clear the air. She wasn't sure if she wanted more than a friendship, even when she admitted to herself that they were more than friends but she owed him some explanations, and apologies. With that in mind, she sent Rusty home right after the show and got into Andy's car to go to his place. They needed a place where they could discuss these things without anyone listening or disrupting.

What she did not plan was the horrible storm that started right the minute they got onto the highway. They even considered going back to her place but they thought it would pass, that it was just some bad rain. Except it wasn't. When they arrived at Andy's, his whole neighborhood was pitch dark. She received a text at that moment from Rusty telling her it was not better at Los feliz. Trees had fallen on the roads, some streets were flooded. Fortunately, Andy lived on a little hill surrounded by cactus and small trees. Upon arriving, Andy went to make sure his house did not sustain any damages, except for the lack of power, while she gazed outside. The dark sky, not a light on the horizon made it difficult to see anything but she loved to hear the wind blowing the rain against his windows. It was kind of soothing. It distracted her from the conversation they needed to have and from the fact she had just told Rusty she would stay at Andy's until the storm passed.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not hear him come being her. She only felt his hand run along her neck to her shoulder when he tried to catch her attention. It sent a shiver down her spine and a moan slipped her lips. She couldn't help herself but murmured: "God, I love it when you touch me like that." She felt him grow tense behind her. She cursed herself a second and was about to apologize when his hand went back to her face. With the back of his fingers, he caressed her right cheek before running them down her elegant neck up to the hem of her dress on her shoulder. The feather light touch sent another spark down her spine and she could not refrain her shivers. She wanted to talk, they needed to talk but she couldn't nor wanted to move.

His hands went back to her neck but this time it was to move aside her hair and bare her soft skin to him. A second later, she felt his hot humid breath against her. She closed her eyes, enjoyed the sweet anticipation. He took a few respirations, each exaltation tingling her and making the small hair in her nape flutter. When she thought she could not wait anymore, when she thought about begging or turning around, he descended his mouth to her cheek. One kiss, then another and another. Slowly, he moved along her jaw, down her neck to the junction of her shoulder. He dropped dozens of warm kisses, making her feel both cherished and aroused. The feel of his soft lips against her tender skin, the contrast with his rough stubble every now and then was heavenly. Later, she would think of that moment as one of the most erotic of her entire life.

For now, she just focused on the sensation he invoked in her. Entirely enthralled by his kisses, she didn't register the moment where he moved down the zipper that ran along the back of her dress. She just felt the fabric slide down her arms, pool around her hips before hitting the ground with a soft whoosh. He nuzzled her shoulder, his arms snaking around her middle before resuming his kisses. She let her head roll back on her shoulders, offering more of herself. "It feels so good." She moaned softly, lost in the sensations.

When he turned her around, she noticed he had lit some candles before meeting her in front of the bay window. The living room was casted in soft orange and yellow hues. Long shadows were dancing around them. There was just enough light for her to see the question in his eyes. He had the most expressive gaze she had ever met. It was one of the first things that made her trust him. His eyes never lied, whereas he was angry or concerned. Now, in the dim light, his hazel eyes seemed completely black but still held the same openness she grew to love. She could read his desire, of course, but also a lot of apprehension, a great amount of tenderness and something she refused to qualify as love. She smiled at him. She had wanted to talk but at that moment words seemed overrated. They had been dating. It was true. They had started kissing months ago. The first time, he had turned his head when a car honked and her lips had fallen on his month instead of his cheek. After that one, they slowly started to kiss hello and goodbye, sometimes just because the moment was right. She had loved these moments of tenderness and intimacy between them. No, she did not want to talk anymore. She wanted to keep on exploring this new closeness.

She lifted a hand to his cheek and drew his head toward hers. She kissed him. When they drew back, she couldn't help but smile. A tear ran down her cheek. It was part relief to finally acknowledge and accept what they were, part apprehension and a big part was just pure wonder. It felt very special to kiss this man, this man she liked so much, in the middle of a storm, in a candlelit room, his love for her shining through his eyes. The second kiss was a bit more insistent. The third was pure fire. For the very first time, she opened her mouth against his and let their tongue tangle. He tasted everybit like she imagined and she could not get enough of him. She stumbled and her spine hit the cold window. His hands on her back took most of the impact and when she broke the kiss to sigh, the sensation of her body sandwiched between the freezing glass and his hot torso too much, he took the opportunity to rid her of her bra and panties. Then he took a step back. It was only the fire in his eyes that prevented her from covering herself when he took in her naked form, slowly moving his gaze up and down. A second later, he pounced on her. He grabbed her by the hips and her legs flew around his waist. He pushed her more firmly against the window, his body holding her in place while he assisted her eager hands in taking out his tie and shirt.

Very much like he did, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders while mapping the newly uncovered area with her mouth. His skin was soft and he smelled amazing, a mix of cologne and him. She did not resist the urge to bite him, her teeth leaving small imprints along his clavicula. She relished in the wantonness of being naked against him, who was still partially dressed. It was a very powerful aphrodisiac and she was already so turned on. She reached a hand down and caressed him through his trousers, already firm and ready. She could not wait to feel him completely but he seemed to have another idea. "Hold on, Sharon." He said, breathless. Uncertain, suddenly embarrassed, she tried to untangle her legs but he held her firmly. "I want you. I so want you, Babe." He said, his voice thick with emotion and arousal. "But not like that, not for our first time." His hands on her backside, he took a few steps and laid her down on the sofa.

He hovered over her head, kissing her more gently while he finished disrobing. Once naked, he joined her on the couch. Her legs parted on their own volition and he took his rightful place between them. He sneaked a hand down between their bodies, only to find her slick and swollen. Another time, he would love to map her body, to taste her but now, right now, he just wanted to be one with her. He could see in her eyes that there was nothing she wanted more. So slowly, gently, he sank into her body. Their eyes locked, their hands joined each side of her face, his weight on his forearm, they made one. Sharon had to resist hard not to close her eyes, the sensations bordering on too much. She refused to break contact, she wanted to see and feel what he felt, she wanted him to witness what he invoked in her. It was so overwhelmingly good. Years of abstinence had made her forget how incredible sex could be. The fact that she was so ready and him so tender helped too. Once settled, he started a gentle rhythm. He moved her hands above her head and they laced their fingers together while he ran his other hand along her body, caressing her side, her hips, her legs.

She froze an instant when she felt his hand sneak under her coccyx before moaning loudly and losing herself in the sensation. He had tilted her pelvis a notch and now, with every stroke his pubic bone was grinding against her clit while he simultaneously reached the most amazing spot inside her. He started peppering kisses in her nose, lips, cheeks. "I love it when you kiss and touch me like that" She said in a husky voice, for the second time that evening, a testament on how good he was. True enough, she was falling into an abyss of pleasure a few seconds later and he followed her right away.

Later, his head resting on her chest, he finally dared to ask : "Does that mean we're together?" She chuckled. They really needed to talk.