Consciousness slowly returned to Sharon and she shifted slightly in the bed. The weight around her midsection shifted with her and she felt a hand splay across the skin of her stomach and pull her closer. She tensed as her eyes spread wide and she felt the telltale sign of morning arousal pressing into her lower back.

Soft lips blazed a trail across her shoulder and moved behind her ear into her hair. His lips and morning scruff rubbed against the sensitive skin along the hairline of her neck and she shivered as the skin broke out in gooseflesh. For a brief moment Sharon almost wondered how Jack had gotten into the condo without alerting her, before her memory cleared and she remembered the events of the previous evening. A blush broke out across her chest and she bit down on her bottom lip to quell the moan that wanted to break free.

It had been over a decade since a man had spent the night sharing her bed. And for several years before that, the few encounters she had allowed herself to have with her husband had been brief and fleeting. By the time morning rolled around she was usually so upset with herself for allowing him to worm his way back into her graces that she'd awaken early and hop in the shower - the bathroom door securely locked. It had truly been so long since she'd had pleasant company the following morning that it had almost slipped her mind just how responsive her body was in the mornings.

That was until Andy nipped the tender skin at the nape of her neck and trailed a path of kisses along her spine that had her shivering and twitching beneath his every move. She rolled slightly, a feeble attempt to move away from some of the sensations he was evoking, only to have him slide up next to her and continue in earnest. His hands slid along her arms and effectively pinned her to the mattress on her stomach.

"Andy..."

Her voice was deeper, huskier than she was used to, more than likely a combination of her sleep addled brain and her state of arousal, but it provoked a deep groan in response from Andy. The groan reverberated along her spine and had her shifting below him, though if it was an attempt to move away from or toward the sensations he was causing she wasn't sure anymore.

His hands trailed a light gentle path down her sides, fingertips ghosting over the side swell of her breasts before tracing the outline of her rib cage. The stubble that had sprouted on his face overnight brushed along the delicate skin of her spine, creating sensations that were surely meant to drive her insane. She gave up on trying to quell the noises that she was making and instead allowed the pillow to muffle them as they burst forth.

The light nip to the swell of her ass had her hips pressing upwards as a tiny yelp left her mouth. Andy's hands settled on her hips, his form easily sliding between her legs as he'd made his descent down her body. Now his hands on her hips seemed to be the only thing grounding her as she writhed under the slightest touch he seemed to give her.

"My God… I've never seen you like this." His voice was whispered against her skin, but the combination of feelings - the warmth of his breath, the tremor of his voice, and the briefest of touches as his tongue danced along her spine - made it the loudest sound she'd ever heard as it pounded through her ears. "It's so beautiful."

His voice held a tremor of awe to it and before she could piece together exactly what was happening, his fingers danced between her legs and ghosted over the apex of her thighs. Her hands moved, sliding beneath the pillow that her head was resting on to clench her fists in the cool material and the sheet below. He tested her, teased her with the lightest touches that seemed to be everywhere except for the one spot where she most wanted it.

He nipped at the small of her back, smiling against her skin as her hips bucked in response once more, and taking the moment to grab the pillow from what she would now forever think of as his side of her bed, he urged her hips up and slipped it beneath them. Andy leaned back on his heels, spreading his knees apart and pushing her legs further open in the process.

A hum that transformed into a whimper escaped from her lips as she buried her head into the pillow it rested on. Andy's hands traced patterns against her spine, his short nails tracing over her sides and her ribs, before coaxing her back up slightly, propping her up gently on her elbows as he cupped her breasts. She was like putty in his hands. Her mind bending to his whim, not caring about anything except for the torrent of sensations he was evoking in her.

His fingers gripped into the flesh of her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, increasing their sensitivity with each passing second. His thumbs and forefingers pinched at her nipples and rolled them, a hiss escaping her as he teased them to the brink of pain. Andy's thighs pressed down on hers, effectively pinning her in place and he moved his hips, sliding his length between her legs.

Sharon shifted the little bit that she could, attempting to increase the contact, change the angle and allow him to slip through her folds and give her what she ultimately desired. Instead, he moved along her satiny skin before brushing against the bundle of nerves that had her moving against him in an attempt to move up on her knees and place her back solidly against his front.

He tweaked her nipples in reply and pressed more of his weight against her. The course hair of his chest against her back had her squirming again, nonsensical sounds coming from her throat in a continuous stream. His left hand released her breast and roamed up, following the line of her arm. He gently took her wrist and moved it to where her other hand lay, holding both of her hands pinned to the mattress with his one.

Andy rotated his hips against her as his nose and chin parted her hair. Thick curls clung to her skin as the sweat soaked her locks and she quivered against him. He exposed and followed the shell of her ear before whispering in a husky voice that she barely recognized.

"Turnabout is fair play, Sharon. I gave you control last night." His hips shifted against hers and she could feel how close he was to entering her, if she could just angle her hips a little more… but no matter how she tried to move it was just out of reach. "This morning is… all… mine."

She whimpered into the pillow, gasping when he pinched her right nipple hard and thrust his hips against hers finally bridging that last connection and entering her, at the same time. He started with short, deep thrusts that had her breathing coming in short gasps. Her nails digging into the flesh of her other hand as she squeezed her fingers against his while he held her in place from above.

His hips against hers, his hand securing hers in place, he essentially had her pinned and helpless beneath him. Her only options for movement were her head and her legs. She moved them further apart in an attempt to gain some purchase, some sense of leverage, instead it only shifted the angle and caused her to cry out on his next thrust.

Sharon was shaking. Every muscle in her body protesting the strain from their activities as well as their position. She'd given up on trying to stay silent or even make sense. It was all too much and yet not quite enough at the same time and that just prompted another quiver to move along her spine.

He was everywhere—above her, trapping her, surrounding her and filling her. His breath hot and hard against her neck had her biting her lip to quell the desperate sounds from escaping her mouth anymore. He doesn't stop with his attention to her right breast and at this point she's not sure if what she's feeling is pain, pleasure, or an odd combination of the two. Everything he's done has been on the line of too much and not enough and it's truly meant to drive her insane.

She felt his hips quiver and she knew he was getting close. His grip on her breast increased and she couldn't stop the moan as his perfectly timed thrust was more forceful than the last. His mouth moved to her shoulder and the feel of his teeth sinking into the firm skin they encountered had her hips bucking up against him. The change in angle was the final bit that was needed to have her vision explode in white light as she lost all control, crying out as she felt her muscles seize and clench around him.

Moments later, Andy collapsed on top of her, his chest slick with sweat against her equally sweaty back. She turned her head to fill her lungs with air and was greeted by his mouth searching for a lazy kiss.

"My God, that was…."

Her brain wasn't up for forming any sensible words or sentences so she just hummed knowing that a ridiculous smile graced both of their faces despite not having opened her eyes. He shifts off of her, groaning slightly as he moves and she can't stop the slight giggle that bubbles up within her.

"We're getting too old for these games, Flynn."

"Hmmmm, aren't we just."

Her answering hum is probably more pensive than she means for it to be. She rolls her shoulders carefully and groans as both of them ache, her left with the dull throb from last night's bite while her right has the fresh marks and ache from this morning. It will be a while before she can even contemplate wearing anything off the shoulder.

The two of them lay there for a few moments in silence, before Andy sighed and Sharon opened her eyes to study his pose. He's leaning up in the bed, propped casually against the remaining pillows like he's never belonged anywhere else. The realization that he has become so comfortable in her condo should disconcert her, but after everything else that has happened in the last twenty-four hours she figures that's far down on the list of things that should throw her for a loop.

She observed him from her spot on the bed, her head resting on the pillow as her eyes travel the length of his body. She keeps coming back to the spot on his neck. The spot where she broke her own rules the night before and marked him where others will be able to see it. She reached out a finger and gently traced the dime-sized purple splotch against his tanned skin.

"Admiring your handiwork?"

Sharon blushed as she let her hand drop to the bed. "More like cringing trying to figure out how you're going to explain that to your partner."

Andy's laugh was light, carefree, as he slid back down next to her and looped his arm across the small of her back. "I know just how much to not tell Provenza to keep him satisfied that he knows enough."

She rolls her eyes before stuffing her face back into the pillow. "I'm going to need to avoid your division until that's gone."

His voice is right next to her ear when he replies. "Why? Afraid you won't be able to keep your hands off of me now that you've branded me as yours?"

"You're incorrigible."

Andy's lips trailed along the sensitive spot just below and behind her ear causing her to shiver again. "And yet you continue letting me come back for more…." His fingers trailed up her spine as he smiled against her skin.

"Well, it would be hard to disagree with the fact that you do have your purposes…." The eruption of laughter that broke free as he started to tickle her was another thing that should have made her feel uneasy with the turn of things in their relationship, but she was choosing to ignore that for the moment.