"New Beginnings (3/4)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: New Beginnings (3/4)
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: M
Word Count: 2, 831 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: This fic came into existence thanks to a prompt from rococoms who then became totally invaluable while I was writing. Thank you as well t redrockcan for her insight and encouragement.
Summary: Sharon's transfer to Major Crimes causes a rift in her relationship with Andrea. Previous chapter can be found HERE
A relationship between the two of them was an objective that Andrea had been working towards ever since laying eyes on Sharon. Andrea was a woman that knew what she wanted, and was never afraid to go after it. From their first introduction, it was clear that she wanted the Captain in her life outside of their professional relationship. But Sharon was possibly the most infuriating woman she’d ever met, and after months of dropping subtle, flirtatious hints Andrea still had no idea if the older woman reciprocated her interest. Frustrated, Andrea concluded that maybe the Captain just wasn’t interested, and so, she had taken her wounded ego and broken heart and she’d backed off. The shift in their relationship from occasional co-workers to lovers hadn’t occurred until the mafia hired hitman’s unsuccessful attempt on her life.
“That’s broken,” a familiar voice informed her. Andrea turned around to find Sharon Raydor smiling at her. A quick glance around the break room indicated that the two women were completely alone.
“Great,” Andrea grumbled, “Of all the days to break down, it had to be the day that I most needed a coffee.” She tapped the side of the coffee machine, annoyed with her rotten luck all day. Narrowly escaping death by a professional hitman she could handle, being denied her afternoon coffee, she could not. Sharon chuckled and moved closer, standing right next to Andrea. Andrea could smell the sweet scent of her perfume; it was absolutely intoxicating.
“How’s the arm?” Sharon asked, gesturing towards the bandage on Andrea’s upper arm. She’d removed the FBI jacket that Agent Howard had given her so that she could redress the wound, leaving her in nothing but her tank top and slacks, under the Captain’s intense gaze, Andrea felt nearly naked.
“Fine,” Andrea said with false bravado. “Only required three stitches. It’s more an annoyance than anything.”
“I’m glad that it wasn’t anything more serious,” Sharon said warmly, “You gave us all quite a scare.”
“Well, I suppose I have you to thank for it not being anything more life-threatening. I heard that you took the shooter down?”
Sharon grinned in that way that made Andrea’s heart flutter. “All in a days work,” she said, her voice was huskier than normal. “I know this sounds terrible, but I am glad that today’s turn of events brought you here. You rarely stop by anymore,” Sharon observed.
Andrea had to fight the urge to grab this infuriating, gorgeous, smart-ass woman and kiss her senseless.
Sharon seemed to sense her internal conflict. “You know, you could have saved us both a lot of time, and trouble, by just speaking your mind. Sometimes, being a little obvious isn’t a bad thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” Andrea countered. Two could play at this game.
Sharon hummed; bullshit, she seemed to imply. “That’s a shame,” she sighed. She looked Andrea up and down, before turning on her heel and making her way towards the door. “When you figure it out, I like white wine and wouldn’t say no to dinner this Friday evening.” She looked like the cat that ate the canary, and Andrea couldn’t help but admire the woman for her confidence.
“Well then, you should aim to be at my place by 7:00 pm on Friday, because I’m a fantastic cook, and happen to have an entire rack of white wine for you to choose from,” Andrea said.
“Perfect,” Sharon said silkily.
Both women had overbearingly smug looks plastered on their faces.
Andrea was presently curled up on the left side of her bed. She couldn’t bring herself to stretch out over to the right side, that had been Sharon’s side of the bed ever since their first night together.
She sighed as she recalled how stunning Sharon had looked the first time she opened her front door to find her standing on the other side. It had taken a considerable amount of willpower to make it through dinner and coffee while keeping her hands to herself. Luckily, the Captain seemed to have been in the same boat as Andrea, so when they’d relocated to Andrea’s living room, Sharon had wasted no time in initiating their first kiss. Andrea recalled the feel of the older woman’s soft lips, the strength and comfort of her embrace. She hugged the tangled sheets around her more tightly; there was no denying it, Andrea missed Sharon more than she ever thought possible.
“Andrea, relax,” Sharon chided as Andrea wound her arms enthusiastically around Sharon’s neck. “You’ve only just gotten stitches, I refuse to be responsible for ripping any of them.”
“It’s nothing,” Andrea said between kisses to the brunette’s jaw and neck, “really, I’m fine.” She had been driving Andrea crazy all night; her impossibly long legs were bare thanks to the simple black dress that she wore. Andrea had been fighting the temptation to caress those long, shapely limbs ever since she opened the door to her home this evening to invite Sharon inside.
Sharon rolled her eyes and grinned at Andrea’s eagerness. It felt good to be so clearly wanted, especially by someone that she wanted just as badly, but Sharon did not want their first time to be a quick tryst on the couch. “Andrea Hobbs, if you’re planning on making love to me tonight, you had better take me to bed. I’m far too old to try doing this on the couch,” Sharon said, a touch of humour evident in her tone.
“That’s a shame,” Andrea pouted, “I have quite a few fantasies involving this couch, and the dining room table, not to mention my shower...” she smirked against the smooth, hot skin of Sharon’s neck.
Sharon laughed out loud. “Bed. Now,” she ordered.
Andrea mock saluted her, “Yes Captain, right this way Captain.” Sharon went to playfully smack Andrea’s uninjured arm, but Andrea caught her hand, bringing it to her lips for a kiss.
She guided Sharon down the narrow hallway and into the master bedroom, flicking only half of the lights on once they were inside. Their sense of urgency seemed to calm a bit, now that they were actually here, about to make love for the first time. Andrea pulled Sharon towards her, kissing her deeply as her hands rested on the smaller woman’s hips. She felt Sharon moan against her lips and she decided right then and there that it was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. Her hands tugged lightly at the side zipper in Sharon’s dress, they parted briefly so that Sharon could lift her arms, allowing Andrea to unzip her. The dress came up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but a tantalizing black lace bra and matching panties. Andrea brushed her hands over the smooth, pale skin of Sharon’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” she said.
Sharon kissed her hard, her own hands now busy with the buttons on Andrea’s light blue blouse, the colour had looked lovely on the blonde, bringing out her stunning eyes. But Sharon had spent the better part of the evening wondering what lay underneath the delicate fabric.
“Here, let me.” Andrea tugged the garment off of her with far less patience than Sharon, her eager hands then helped Sharon undo the dark grey slacks, hastily kicking them off of her legs.
“Lay down,” Sharon said, pushing Andrea lightly onto the inviting mattress so that she could straddle her. “Mmm, much better,” she sighed as she wrapped her arms around Andrea’s nearly naked torso, loving how the blonde instinctively pulled her their hips close together. Sharon rocked her hips against Andrea’s, both women groaned softly with pleasure.
Andrea flicked the front clasp of Sharon’s bra open with ease, grinning widely at the sight of her bare breasts. Sharon sighed appreciatively as Andrea’s full lips explored the newly bared skin; Sharon couldn’t help but bury her fingers in her hair as Andrea’s tongue danced across Sharon’s sensitive flesh. She moaned loudly as Andrea encouraged her to rock her hips harder, faster; pleasure flickered delightfully across every nerve ending in her body.
One of Andrea’s hands pushed aside the delicate lace of Sharon’s panties to caress her. “Yes,” Sharon hissed as Andrea circled her hyper sensitive clit. Her breathing came in short, harsh pants, it had been far too long since she’d taken a lover, especially one so in-tune with her body’s responses. This was going to be over far too quickly, but Sharon was so caught up in the dual sensation of Andrea’s wickedly talented tongue and fingers, that she could only give into the waves of pleasure that violently crashed into her.
Andrea’s wrist was beginning to cramp, thanks to the somewhat awkward position, but there was no way in hell that she was going to stop, not while Sharon Raydor was grinding against her lap, face flushed and head thrown back in ecstasy. She felt Sharon’s body tense, and then contract several times, her back becoming rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. She was gorgeous, her lips were slightly parted, hair wild and tumbling down her bare back; Andrea had never seen a more beautiful sight.
“Oh,” Sharon half-groaned, half-sighed before sagging against Andrea’s strong shoulders. Andrea kissed the sweaty skin of Sharon’s neck and shoulders while her hands smoothed up and down the length of her back. Gently, Andrea rolled them both on their sides so that they were facing each other. She made quick work of Sharon’s panties before hitching Sharon’s long leg to rest above her hip.
Sharon’s eyes widened with realization and she kissed Andrea hungrily. “This seems a little unfair,” she whispered against Andrea’s swollen lips.
“My bed, my rules,” Andrea retorted, nudging Sharon’s nose adoringly. She grunted in protest, but then moaned in pleasure as Andrea’s hand returned to her slick, heated sex. Andrea eased one finger inside of Sharon, groaning at the incredible feeling of being joined so intimately with the beautiful woman in her arms.
“More,” Sharon urged, rolling her hips lazily against Andrea’s shallow penetration. Andrea obliged, adding a second finger and setting an easy, unhurried pace. Sharon buried her face in the crook of Andrea’s neck, moaning her pleasure against her lover’s skin. It was music to Andrea’s ears. Andrea was so caught up in the feeling of Sharon surrounding her, that she hadn’t noticed one of Sharon’s hands slipping between her thighs to tug the dark purple lace of her panties aside.
Sharon tipped her head upwards, swallowing Andrea’s moan as she began to match Andrea’s rhythm. “Sneaky,” Andrea gasped between heated kisses. “Oh, harder,” she groaned, thrusting her hips eagerly. Their pace grew frantic with need and impending release; Andrea shuddered as she climaxed first, Sharon following her not long after.
Sharon took advantage of Andrea’s momentary fatigue, pushing her onto her back, and divesting her of the bra and underwear that were serving only as a barrier right now. Andrea wrapped her legs around Sharon, loving the way that the smaller woman fit so perfectly against her body.
Sharon started her slow descent, using her mouth and hands to pay worship to every curve of the blonde’s beautiful body. Reaching her thighs, she parted them gently, resting each leg on her shoulders.
Andrea groaned loudly, she was totally enraptured by the image of Sharon Raydor nestled between her legs, wearing nothing but the sly grin that she’d come to adore. The first touch of Sharon’s lips and tongue against Andrea’s flesh had Andrea bucking her hips so hard that she nearly knocked them both off the bed.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, embarrassed at her clumsiness.
“Don’t you dare apologize for enjoying this,” she said, sucking the delicate skin of Andrea’s inner thigh, “A little push and shove, I can handle,” Sharon replied easily. She bent her head to taste Andrea again, this time, Andrea remembered to breathe, rocking her hips with far less force against Sharon’s mouth. Sharon sought each erogenous area of the blonde’s inner thighs, hips, and sex, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her until Andrea collapsed weakly, her sweaty legs slipping from Sharon’s shoulders.
“Get up here,” Andrea croaked, “I don’t think I can move anymore.”
Sharon took the scenic route up, pausing to kiss and tickle each freckle or birthmark she found on Andrea’s hips and thighs. Sharon curled herself around Andrea’s body, tracing her still-quivering stomach muscles and lightly running her fingertips across the smooth curve of her breasts.
“How’s your arm? Did we do any damage?”
Andrea lifted her arm for inspection. “We’re good. Stitches are still in place,” she informed her.
“Good,” Sharon sighed, “That might have been a bit embarrassing to explain to a physician,” she chuckled.
Andrea tugged the rumpled sheets to cover their cooling bodies. “You’ll stay?” she asked, unsure of how she’d react if Sharon said no.
The brunette crushed her lips against hers, making her intentions quite evident. “Try and kick me out,” she said.
They fell asleep, limbs still curled around each other; neither woman willing to let go just yet.
Andrea squirmed against the firm mattress, the vivid memory of making love to Sharon was causing her body to crave her lover’s touch. She tossed and turned, trying to will her body to calm down. Sharon’s not here, she thought bitterly.
The loud, insistent ringing of her cell was a welcome distraction, until Andrea checked the caller ID. “Great,” she murmured to herself.
“Andrea?”
“Hi,” Andrea replied. There was a prolonged pause.
“How are you?” Sharon asked, sounding like she was holding back tears.
“I’m - I miss you. I want to say that I’m fine but I haven’t been for days,” she admitted. “How have you been?” she asked.
“I, I’ve been thinking about what you said. About making a decision on both of our behalves. And I realize now, that it was selfish of me not to consider how you might be affected by my choice to move to Major Crimes,” Sharon said, in a rush. Pride had ruled her actions lately; she hoped that humility and love would help guide her words now.
Andrea nodded her head to herself. “I should have been more understanding, I should have been able to see how excited you were, but I was just so blind-sighted by the whole thing, and all I think about was how dangerous the job was, and how everyday I’d be worrying about the possibility of you coming home in a body bag. I love you Sharon, and I don’t think I am strong enough to deal with that fear every single day, but the idea of not being with you is even more terrifying. So, I am going to try to be strong for you, if you’ll let me try...”
Sharon sighed. “You know, for an attorney, you are really terrible with words. You could have just said that the first time, I might have even found your objections endearing,” Andrea could hear her choking back a sob.
“I know, I’m a wreck outside of a courtroom,” Andrea said, chuckling. “Can I ask you something? What made you call? You still seemed really pissed at work.”
“Rusty said something to me tonight. I told him that not many people around here address me by my given name, and he said that’s why I lived alone; he was implying that I don’t let people get close, and I realized how right he was. I don’t want to be alone,” she said, sounding more fragile than Andrea had ever heard her.
“You’re not,” Andrea insisted, “I’m here and you are totally stuck with me.”
“Good, I like being stuck with you,” Sharon said softly. “I wish you could come over.” Regret coloured her tone.
Andrea sighed. She’d heard through the grapevine that Sharon had offered to take Rusty in while the details of the trial were being worked through, and until the LAPD could locate his mother. “I know, me too. But just think of how amazing it’ll be when I do get you alone,” she said, “I have a really big apology to make.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Sharon said. She sighed heavily, “I have to go now, Rusty and I got into a bit of an argument tonight, and I need to smooth things over with him.”
“Go,” Andrea urged, her tone understanding, “maybe we can have lunch tomorrow, talk some more?”
“I’d like that.” Andrea could tell that Sharon was smiling on the other end of the phone.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Andrea said.
“Yes, you will. I love you,” Sharon said.
The soft beep indicating that the call had ended was not unwelcome to either woman, not when resolution and hope filled the space between them. Andrea turned over in bed, this time straying over to the right. She nuzzled the pillow, which still smelled like Sharon’s shampoo, and fell asleep moments later with a content smile on her face.
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: M
Word Count: 2, 831 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: This fic came into existence thanks to a prompt from rococoms who then became totally invaluable while I was writing. Thank you as well t redrockcan for her insight and encouragement.
Summary: Sharon's transfer to Major Crimes causes a rift in her relationship with Andrea. Previous chapter can be found HERE
A relationship between the two of them was an objective that Andrea had been working towards ever since laying eyes on Sharon. Andrea was a woman that knew what she wanted, and was never afraid to go after it. From their first introduction, it was clear that she wanted the Captain in her life outside of their professional relationship. But Sharon was possibly the most infuriating woman she’d ever met, and after months of dropping subtle, flirtatious hints Andrea still had no idea if the older woman reciprocated her interest. Frustrated, Andrea concluded that maybe the Captain just wasn’t interested, and so, she had taken her wounded ego and broken heart and she’d backed off. The shift in their relationship from occasional co-workers to lovers hadn’t occurred until the mafia hired hitman’s unsuccessful attempt on her life.
“That’s broken,” a familiar voice informed her. Andrea turned around to find Sharon Raydor smiling at her. A quick glance around the break room indicated that the two women were completely alone.
“Great,” Andrea grumbled, “Of all the days to break down, it had to be the day that I most needed a coffee.” She tapped the side of the coffee machine, annoyed with her rotten luck all day. Narrowly escaping death by a professional hitman she could handle, being denied her afternoon coffee, she could not. Sharon chuckled and moved closer, standing right next to Andrea. Andrea could smell the sweet scent of her perfume; it was absolutely intoxicating.
“How’s the arm?” Sharon asked, gesturing towards the bandage on Andrea’s upper arm. She’d removed the FBI jacket that Agent Howard had given her so that she could redress the wound, leaving her in nothing but her tank top and slacks, under the Captain’s intense gaze, Andrea felt nearly naked.
“Fine,” Andrea said with false bravado. “Only required three stitches. It’s more an annoyance than anything.”
“I’m glad that it wasn’t anything more serious,” Sharon said warmly, “You gave us all quite a scare.”
“Well, I suppose I have you to thank for it not being anything more life-threatening. I heard that you took the shooter down?”
Sharon grinned in that way that made Andrea’s heart flutter. “All in a days work,” she said, her voice was huskier than normal. “I know this sounds terrible, but I am glad that today’s turn of events brought you here. You rarely stop by anymore,” Sharon observed.
Andrea had to fight the urge to grab this infuriating, gorgeous, smart-ass woman and kiss her senseless.
Sharon seemed to sense her internal conflict. “You know, you could have saved us both a lot of time, and trouble, by just speaking your mind. Sometimes, being a little obvious isn’t a bad thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” Andrea countered. Two could play at this game.
Sharon hummed; bullshit, she seemed to imply. “That’s a shame,” she sighed. She looked Andrea up and down, before turning on her heel and making her way towards the door. “When you figure it out, I like white wine and wouldn’t say no to dinner this Friday evening.” She looked like the cat that ate the canary, and Andrea couldn’t help but admire the woman for her confidence.
“Well then, you should aim to be at my place by 7:00 pm on Friday, because I’m a fantastic cook, and happen to have an entire rack of white wine for you to choose from,” Andrea said.
“Perfect,” Sharon said silkily.
Both women had overbearingly smug looks plastered on their faces.
Andrea was presently curled up on the left side of her bed. She couldn’t bring herself to stretch out over to the right side, that had been Sharon’s side of the bed ever since their first night together.
She sighed as she recalled how stunning Sharon had looked the first time she opened her front door to find her standing on the other side. It had taken a considerable amount of willpower to make it through dinner and coffee while keeping her hands to herself. Luckily, the Captain seemed to have been in the same boat as Andrea, so when they’d relocated to Andrea’s living room, Sharon had wasted no time in initiating their first kiss. Andrea recalled the feel of the older woman’s soft lips, the strength and comfort of her embrace. She hugged the tangled sheets around her more tightly; there was no denying it, Andrea missed Sharon more than she ever thought possible.
“Andrea, relax,” Sharon chided as Andrea wound her arms enthusiastically around Sharon’s neck. “You’ve only just gotten stitches, I refuse to be responsible for ripping any of them.”
“It’s nothing,” Andrea said between kisses to the brunette’s jaw and neck, “really, I’m fine.” She had been driving Andrea crazy all night; her impossibly long legs were bare thanks to the simple black dress that she wore. Andrea had been fighting the temptation to caress those long, shapely limbs ever since she opened the door to her home this evening to invite Sharon inside.
Sharon rolled her eyes and grinned at Andrea’s eagerness. It felt good to be so clearly wanted, especially by someone that she wanted just as badly, but Sharon did not want their first time to be a quick tryst on the couch. “Andrea Hobbs, if you’re planning on making love to me tonight, you had better take me to bed. I’m far too old to try doing this on the couch,” Sharon said, a touch of humour evident in her tone.
“That’s a shame,” Andrea pouted, “I have quite a few fantasies involving this couch, and the dining room table, not to mention my shower...” she smirked against the smooth, hot skin of Sharon’s neck.
Sharon laughed out loud. “Bed. Now,” she ordered.
Andrea mock saluted her, “Yes Captain, right this way Captain.” Sharon went to playfully smack Andrea’s uninjured arm, but Andrea caught her hand, bringing it to her lips for a kiss.
She guided Sharon down the narrow hallway and into the master bedroom, flicking only half of the lights on once they were inside. Their sense of urgency seemed to calm a bit, now that they were actually here, about to make love for the first time. Andrea pulled Sharon towards her, kissing her deeply as her hands rested on the smaller woman’s hips. She felt Sharon moan against her lips and she decided right then and there that it was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. Her hands tugged lightly at the side zipper in Sharon’s dress, they parted briefly so that Sharon could lift her arms, allowing Andrea to unzip her. The dress came up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but a tantalizing black lace bra and matching panties. Andrea brushed her hands over the smooth, pale skin of Sharon’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” she said.
Sharon kissed her hard, her own hands now busy with the buttons on Andrea’s light blue blouse, the colour had looked lovely on the blonde, bringing out her stunning eyes. But Sharon had spent the better part of the evening wondering what lay underneath the delicate fabric.
“Here, let me.” Andrea tugged the garment off of her with far less patience than Sharon, her eager hands then helped Sharon undo the dark grey slacks, hastily kicking them off of her legs.
“Lay down,” Sharon said, pushing Andrea lightly onto the inviting mattress so that she could straddle her. “Mmm, much better,” she sighed as she wrapped her arms around Andrea’s nearly naked torso, loving how the blonde instinctively pulled her their hips close together. Sharon rocked her hips against Andrea’s, both women groaned softly with pleasure.
Andrea flicked the front clasp of Sharon’s bra open with ease, grinning widely at the sight of her bare breasts. Sharon sighed appreciatively as Andrea’s full lips explored the newly bared skin; Sharon couldn’t help but bury her fingers in her hair as Andrea’s tongue danced across Sharon’s sensitive flesh. She moaned loudly as Andrea encouraged her to rock her hips harder, faster; pleasure flickered delightfully across every nerve ending in her body.
One of Andrea’s hands pushed aside the delicate lace of Sharon’s panties to caress her. “Yes,” Sharon hissed as Andrea circled her hyper sensitive clit. Her breathing came in short, harsh pants, it had been far too long since she’d taken a lover, especially one so in-tune with her body’s responses. This was going to be over far too quickly, but Sharon was so caught up in the dual sensation of Andrea’s wickedly talented tongue and fingers, that she could only give into the waves of pleasure that violently crashed into her.
Andrea’s wrist was beginning to cramp, thanks to the somewhat awkward position, but there was no way in hell that she was going to stop, not while Sharon Raydor was grinding against her lap, face flushed and head thrown back in ecstasy. She felt Sharon’s body tense, and then contract several times, her back becoming rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. She was gorgeous, her lips were slightly parted, hair wild and tumbling down her bare back; Andrea had never seen a more beautiful sight.
“Oh,” Sharon half-groaned, half-sighed before sagging against Andrea’s strong shoulders. Andrea kissed the sweaty skin of Sharon’s neck and shoulders while her hands smoothed up and down the length of her back. Gently, Andrea rolled them both on their sides so that they were facing each other. She made quick work of Sharon’s panties before hitching Sharon’s long leg to rest above her hip.
Sharon’s eyes widened with realization and she kissed Andrea hungrily. “This seems a little unfair,” she whispered against Andrea’s swollen lips.
“My bed, my rules,” Andrea retorted, nudging Sharon’s nose adoringly. She grunted in protest, but then moaned in pleasure as Andrea’s hand returned to her slick, heated sex. Andrea eased one finger inside of Sharon, groaning at the incredible feeling of being joined so intimately with the beautiful woman in her arms.
“More,” Sharon urged, rolling her hips lazily against Andrea’s shallow penetration. Andrea obliged, adding a second finger and setting an easy, unhurried pace. Sharon buried her face in the crook of Andrea’s neck, moaning her pleasure against her lover’s skin. It was music to Andrea’s ears. Andrea was so caught up in the feeling of Sharon surrounding her, that she hadn’t noticed one of Sharon’s hands slipping between her thighs to tug the dark purple lace of her panties aside.
Sharon tipped her head upwards, swallowing Andrea’s moan as she began to match Andrea’s rhythm. “Sneaky,” Andrea gasped between heated kisses. “Oh, harder,” she groaned, thrusting her hips eagerly. Their pace grew frantic with need and impending release; Andrea shuddered as she climaxed first, Sharon following her not long after.
Sharon took advantage of Andrea’s momentary fatigue, pushing her onto her back, and divesting her of the bra and underwear that were serving only as a barrier right now. Andrea wrapped her legs around Sharon, loving the way that the smaller woman fit so perfectly against her body.
Sharon started her slow descent, using her mouth and hands to pay worship to every curve of the blonde’s beautiful body. Reaching her thighs, she parted them gently, resting each leg on her shoulders.
Andrea groaned loudly, she was totally enraptured by the image of Sharon Raydor nestled between her legs, wearing nothing but the sly grin that she’d come to adore. The first touch of Sharon’s lips and tongue against Andrea’s flesh had Andrea bucking her hips so hard that she nearly knocked them both off the bed.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, embarrassed at her clumsiness.
“Don’t you dare apologize for enjoying this,” she said, sucking the delicate skin of Andrea’s inner thigh, “A little push and shove, I can handle,” Sharon replied easily. She bent her head to taste Andrea again, this time, Andrea remembered to breathe, rocking her hips with far less force against Sharon’s mouth. Sharon sought each erogenous area of the blonde’s inner thighs, hips, and sex, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her until Andrea collapsed weakly, her sweaty legs slipping from Sharon’s shoulders.
“Get up here,” Andrea croaked, “I don’t think I can move anymore.”
Sharon took the scenic route up, pausing to kiss and tickle each freckle or birthmark she found on Andrea’s hips and thighs. Sharon curled herself around Andrea’s body, tracing her still-quivering stomach muscles and lightly running her fingertips across the smooth curve of her breasts.
“How’s your arm? Did we do any damage?”
Andrea lifted her arm for inspection. “We’re good. Stitches are still in place,” she informed her.
“Good,” Sharon sighed, “That might have been a bit embarrassing to explain to a physician,” she chuckled.
Andrea tugged the rumpled sheets to cover their cooling bodies. “You’ll stay?” she asked, unsure of how she’d react if Sharon said no.
The brunette crushed her lips against hers, making her intentions quite evident. “Try and kick me out,” she said.
They fell asleep, limbs still curled around each other; neither woman willing to let go just yet.
Andrea squirmed against the firm mattress, the vivid memory of making love to Sharon was causing her body to crave her lover’s touch. She tossed and turned, trying to will her body to calm down. Sharon’s not here, she thought bitterly.
The loud, insistent ringing of her cell was a welcome distraction, until Andrea checked the caller ID. “Great,” she murmured to herself.
“Andrea?”
“Hi,” Andrea replied. There was a prolonged pause.
“How are you?” Sharon asked, sounding like she was holding back tears.
“I’m - I miss you. I want to say that I’m fine but I haven’t been for days,” she admitted. “How have you been?” she asked.
“I, I’ve been thinking about what you said. About making a decision on both of our behalves. And I realize now, that it was selfish of me not to consider how you might be affected by my choice to move to Major Crimes,” Sharon said, in a rush. Pride had ruled her actions lately; she hoped that humility and love would help guide her words now.
Andrea nodded her head to herself. “I should have been more understanding, I should have been able to see how excited you were, but I was just so blind-sighted by the whole thing, and all I think about was how dangerous the job was, and how everyday I’d be worrying about the possibility of you coming home in a body bag. I love you Sharon, and I don’t think I am strong enough to deal with that fear every single day, but the idea of not being with you is even more terrifying. So, I am going to try to be strong for you, if you’ll let me try...”
Sharon sighed. “You know, for an attorney, you are really terrible with words. You could have just said that the first time, I might have even found your objections endearing,” Andrea could hear her choking back a sob.
“I know, I’m a wreck outside of a courtroom,” Andrea said, chuckling. “Can I ask you something? What made you call? You still seemed really pissed at work.”
“Rusty said something to me tonight. I told him that not many people around here address me by my given name, and he said that’s why I lived alone; he was implying that I don’t let people get close, and I realized how right he was. I don’t want to be alone,” she said, sounding more fragile than Andrea had ever heard her.
“You’re not,” Andrea insisted, “I’m here and you are totally stuck with me.”
“Good, I like being stuck with you,” Sharon said softly. “I wish you could come over.” Regret coloured her tone.
Andrea sighed. She’d heard through the grapevine that Sharon had offered to take Rusty in while the details of the trial were being worked through, and until the LAPD could locate his mother. “I know, me too. But just think of how amazing it’ll be when I do get you alone,” she said, “I have a really big apology to make.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Sharon said. She sighed heavily, “I have to go now, Rusty and I got into a bit of an argument tonight, and I need to smooth things over with him.”
“Go,” Andrea urged, her tone understanding, “maybe we can have lunch tomorrow, talk some more?”
“I’d like that.” Andrea could tell that Sharon was smiling on the other end of the phone.
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Andrea said.
“Yes, you will. I love you,” Sharon said.
The soft beep indicating that the call had ended was not unwelcome to either woman, not when resolution and hope filled the space between them. Andrea turned over in bed, this time straying over to the right. She nuzzled the pillow, which still smelled like Sharon’s shampoo, and fell asleep moments later with a content smile on her face.