"Body Work (1/3)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: Body Work (1/3)
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T (will change later)
Word Count: 2, 096 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: This one was a real team effort. Thanks so much to the following lovely ladies for their betas and encouragement throughout the writing process: rococoms larsfarm77 redrockcan and surena_13 .Oh, and thanks to rococoms for the prompt "they work out at the same gym" which was meant to inspire a drabble, but ended up being this 6k beast. Also, the title of this fic is from a Tegan and Sara song.
Sharon slammed the door to her car shut with much more force than needed; the loud sound was comforting, and for a fleeting moment she had the urge to open it, then slam it shut again. Sighing heavily, she slumped forward in the driver’s seat, massaging her throbbing temples with the pads of her fingers.
Taylor’s plans for the Major Crimes division were still underway, even months after Sharon had taken over as the department head. His latest brainchild had been implemented five weeks ago, and involved Deputy District Attorney Hobbs taking up a permanent space in Sharon’s murder room. According to Taylor’s brilliant plan, having a representative from the DA’s office in constant contact with the officers of Major Crimes would help push them to work more efficiently, creating a seamless line of communication between the DA’s office and Sharon’s department. While in theory, it was in fact a great idea to have both offices working more collaboratively; in practice, it was Sharon’s absolute worst nightmare.
Serving on the LAPD for decades now, Sharon had always prided herself on maintaining a clear divide between her personal life and her professional life; any romantic relationships that she had been involved in over the years always remained private and completely separate from her work. In short, she had never gotten romantically involved with a coworker; yes, there had been men and women who had caught her attention in the years since her separation, but she had always been able to bury that attraction, focusing on her job. However, her spotless record, and enviable self-control were beginning to shatter.
“God,” she mumbled, replaying today’s events in her mind. Sharon had all but fled back to her car at the end of the day for the past few weeks, desperate to put as much space as possible between herself and Andrea Hobbs. Just thinking about the witty, headstrong blonde made Sharon blush, then scowl at herself.
Andrea Hobbs was unlike anyone Sharon had ever met. From their first introduction three years ago, Sharon had been completely stunned by the blonde’s beauty, intelligence, and deliciously dry sense of humor. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get the woman out of her mind. She’d tried everything, from avoiding her all together to avoiding dating any woman that resembled the DDA even in the slightest. Since her transfer to Major Crimes, she had begun working even more closely with Andrea, and thus fell a little harder for her each time that the DA’s office was called, and Andrea was sent in. Andrea’s involvement with Rusty for the case against Stroh, and her initiative to locate Rusty’s biological parents placed her even more firmly in Sharon’s life, making her just impossible to ignore.
The final straw, however, had come just three weeks ago, when Sharon had attended Gavin’s engagement party. Gavin and Sharon had been friends for several years, and in fact, Sharon had introduced him to his soon-to-be husband, Nathan. She had been so excited for her dear friends that she had completely forgotten that Andrea would likely be attending as well. Until, of course, Andrea walked into Gavin’s exquisitely decorated backyard, arm and arm with what was surely a model straight from the pages of Vogue; Andrea had greeted Sharon with a warm hug while introducing the leggy redhead to her. Until then, Sharon had been able to convince herself that Andrea didn’t even like women, that she probably had some wealthy, handsome boyfriend or husband who she adored; that she was happily involved with someone who was decidedly not Sharon. Sharon was forced to part with that particular fantasy, as she watched, heartbroken, as the two women mingled with Gavin’s family and friends, still arm in arm.
To make matters worse, despite Andrea’s status as an obviously committed woman, she did and said things to Sharon that cruelly, albeit unknowingly, gave her hope. Andrea brought her coffee or tea whenever they were working well into the wee hours of the night, and then always insisted on walking Sharon to her car in the parking garage. She often offered to drive Rusty to and from school when Sharon was drowning under stacks paperwork, an offer which Sharon had taken her up on several times because she and Rusty got along well. Andrea also always seemed to have that infectious grin on her face whenever she was around Sharon, that grin that Sharon just could not help but return. She had even caught Andrea winking at her amusedly whenever Provenza was being an especially large pain in her ass; it was torture.
And, so, unable to ignore her attraction to Andrea any longer, she simply tried her best each day to hide it from the DDA. Most days she succeeded; today had not been one of them. Andrea had strolled into her office wearing a baby-blue chiffon blouse and dark grey slacks, the colour combination set off her eyes beautifully, and, in the middle of their conversation, Sharon had been caught staring.
“Do I have something on my shirt?” Andrea asked, worried.
Sharon’s face burned hotly, she was absolutely mortified that she had just been caught. “Uh, no,” she said, hoping that she had managed to keep her guilt out of the tone of her voice.
“Okay,” Andrea said slowly, amusedly, “is it see-through or something?” she plucked and pulled at the blouse, eying it critically while unintentionally stretching it across her breasts, “you’ve been staring at it the whole time that I’ve been talking.”
She didn’t think that it was remotely possible for her to be any more embarrassed, but clearly the universe wanted to prove her wrong today. She wanted the to floor to cave in and swallow her up, she wanted to be anywhere but standing directly across from this woman, this infuriating, gorgeous, and completely unavailable woman.
“It’s nice,” she said lamely, “it brings out your eyes.” The words slipped out of her mouth before the rational part of her mind could censor them.
Andrea’s eyes widened in surprised, a soft blush spread across her elegant features. “Thank you,” she said after a moment.
Buzz had chosen to let himself into her office at that moment, and Sharon could have kissed him for unknowingly rescuing her. Not even absorbing what he was telling her, Sharon followed him into the electronics room, leaving behind a slightly stunned Andrea Hobbs.
Sharon took another deep, measured breath before starting her car, and making her way home. She was unbelievably grateful that today was Friday, and that she would be granted a two-day reprieve from the blonde temptress.
*
Rusty greeted her from the dining room table as she entered her condo.
“Hey,” he said without looking up from his book, “how was work?”
Awful. Terrible. I wish that I could forget that this day ever happened. “Fine,” she replied evenly. “Have you had dinner yet?” she asked.
“Yeah, I had the leftover meatloaf and potatoes from yesterday. There’s still some left if you’re hungry,” he said.
Sharon considered dinner for a moment, “You know, I think I may hold off on dinner for now. I was thinking of going to the gym,” she mentioned casually. She’d joined a private gym a few years ago and had always attended regularly. She’d been a bit remiss about going lately, but figured that tonight was as good a time as any to fix that.
That got Rusty’s attention. He put down his book. “You? The gym? Really?” he asked, a grin ghosting his lips.
“Yes,” she said, slightly indignant, “me, the gym, really.”
“I just can’t picture you doing weights or chin ups or anything,” he said honestly, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“That’s because I don’t, I usually run, or I’ll do hot yoga,” she said, elbowing him playfully for his snark. “Will you be okay if I go for a bit?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine, I’ve got some homework to do here,” he gestured to his book and laptop, “Have fun at the gym.”
*
The gym had been a fantastic idea; Sharon could feel the satisfying burn in her muscles as she increased the speed on the treadmill. Here, she could control her breathing, her body’s responses; she could concentrate all her efforts on the rhythmic motions required to stay on the machine. She could forget Andrea and her ridiculously blue eyes, her infectious laughter and crooked smile, she could forget how much she wanted the younger woman and she could especially forget that Andrea was sharing her bed with a thirty-something, six-foot, stunning redhead. The forty minutes spent jogging on the treadmill felt wonderful, and loathe to go home already, Sharon decided to prove Rusty wrong and try out some weights - light weights, of course. She was smiling to herself, thinking about how Rusty might laugh and tease her when she told him that she apparently did do weights now, when a flash of blonde hair caught her attention. The woman was facing away from Sharon, her thick hair pulled back in an efficient but alluring bun, showing off a long, elegant neck and strong, creamy white shoulders. She wore a pair of fitted black yoga capri pants and a matching tank top, which showed off her lightly defined biceps and shapely calves.
No, Sharon thought miserably, Anyone, anyone at all but her. When the woman whose back was facing her turned around, Sharon wanted to die on the spot. Of course it would be Andrea, of course. Sharon gripped the 10lbs weights in her hands even harder, increasing the speed at which she pumped her arms. She tried to look anywhere but at Andrea, who was walking towards the weights, towards Sharon.
“Hi,” Sharon heard Andrea’s surprised, yet warm greeting, “fancy seeing you here.”
Slowly, Sharon put her weights down, “I haven’t been around in a while, but I have been a member here for years,” she explained, hoping that she sounded calm and cool.
“Oh that’s great!” Andrea said brightly. “I just joined a month ago, I made it my New Years resolution to get into better shape,” she said self-deprecatingly, Sharon could not help but wonder, rather bitterly, if she was getting in “better shape” to impress the young woman she was currently seeing. “But to tell you the truth, I really hate the gym, at least now I’ve got a friend to suffer with!” she chuckled. Sharon remained utterly silent. Andrea’s use of the word friend to describe Sharon was not lost on her, and she hated Andrea a little for having the nerve to call her a friend, when that was absolutely the last thing that Sharon wanted to be to her.
Both women stared at each other a bit awkwardly, before Andrea gestured towards the bench that Sharon was sitting on. “Mind scooting over? I wanted to work on my arms for a bit.”
Oh great, now she wants to work out together. Sharon racked her memory, wondering what she could have possibly done in her life to deserve such sweet, endless torture. Andrea sat close enough to Sharon that she could feel the welcoming heat from the other woman’s body, hear her slightly laboured breathing and soft grunts, and see the light sheen of sweat break out across Andrea’s skin as she pumped the 20lbs weights over and over again. Sharon turned her body slightly so that she was staring at the wall, determined to finish the last fifteen minutes of her workout, while doing her best to ignore the temptress sitting mere inches from her. When she was done with the last repetition of the weights, she quickly put them back on the rack and bade Andrea goodbye.
“I’ve got to get back home, Rusty needs some help with his homework,” Sharon lied, easily, “I promised that I’d be back to proofread his essay.”
“Okay,” Andrea said, sounding slightly disappointed. “Have a good night.”
Sharon did not have a good night. She arrived home, immediately took an ice cold shower, and then spent the night tossing and turning, trying to escape dreams of the gorgeous blonde and her lightly muscled arms, her long legs, her full, red lips. In her dreams, Andrea didn’t reach for the weights, but instead pushed Sharon down on the bench, her mouth was hot and wet and her hands were everywhere at once on Sharon’s naked body. Morning came far too soon, and Sharon stumbled out of bed, eyes puffy and body sore from both the physical and psychological workout from the day before.
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T (will change later)
Word Count: 2, 096 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: This one was a real team effort. Thanks so much to the following lovely ladies for their betas and encouragement throughout the writing process: rococoms larsfarm77 redrockcan and surena_13 .Oh, and thanks to rococoms for the prompt "they work out at the same gym" which was meant to inspire a drabble, but ended up being this 6k beast. Also, the title of this fic is from a Tegan and Sara song.
Sharon slammed the door to her car shut with much more force than needed; the loud sound was comforting, and for a fleeting moment she had the urge to open it, then slam it shut again. Sighing heavily, she slumped forward in the driver’s seat, massaging her throbbing temples with the pads of her fingers.
Taylor’s plans for the Major Crimes division were still underway, even months after Sharon had taken over as the department head. His latest brainchild had been implemented five weeks ago, and involved Deputy District Attorney Hobbs taking up a permanent space in Sharon’s murder room. According to Taylor’s brilliant plan, having a representative from the DA’s office in constant contact with the officers of Major Crimes would help push them to work more efficiently, creating a seamless line of communication between the DA’s office and Sharon’s department. While in theory, it was in fact a great idea to have both offices working more collaboratively; in practice, it was Sharon’s absolute worst nightmare.
Serving on the LAPD for decades now, Sharon had always prided herself on maintaining a clear divide between her personal life and her professional life; any romantic relationships that she had been involved in over the years always remained private and completely separate from her work. In short, she had never gotten romantically involved with a coworker; yes, there had been men and women who had caught her attention in the years since her separation, but she had always been able to bury that attraction, focusing on her job. However, her spotless record, and enviable self-control were beginning to shatter.
“God,” she mumbled, replaying today’s events in her mind. Sharon had all but fled back to her car at the end of the day for the past few weeks, desperate to put as much space as possible between herself and Andrea Hobbs. Just thinking about the witty, headstrong blonde made Sharon blush, then scowl at herself.
Andrea Hobbs was unlike anyone Sharon had ever met. From their first introduction three years ago, Sharon had been completely stunned by the blonde’s beauty, intelligence, and deliciously dry sense of humor. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get the woman out of her mind. She’d tried everything, from avoiding her all together to avoiding dating any woman that resembled the DDA even in the slightest. Since her transfer to Major Crimes, she had begun working even more closely with Andrea, and thus fell a little harder for her each time that the DA’s office was called, and Andrea was sent in. Andrea’s involvement with Rusty for the case against Stroh, and her initiative to locate Rusty’s biological parents placed her even more firmly in Sharon’s life, making her just impossible to ignore.
The final straw, however, had come just three weeks ago, when Sharon had attended Gavin’s engagement party. Gavin and Sharon had been friends for several years, and in fact, Sharon had introduced him to his soon-to-be husband, Nathan. She had been so excited for her dear friends that she had completely forgotten that Andrea would likely be attending as well. Until, of course, Andrea walked into Gavin’s exquisitely decorated backyard, arm and arm with what was surely a model straight from the pages of Vogue; Andrea had greeted Sharon with a warm hug while introducing the leggy redhead to her. Until then, Sharon had been able to convince herself that Andrea didn’t even like women, that she probably had some wealthy, handsome boyfriend or husband who she adored; that she was happily involved with someone who was decidedly not Sharon. Sharon was forced to part with that particular fantasy, as she watched, heartbroken, as the two women mingled with Gavin’s family and friends, still arm in arm.
To make matters worse, despite Andrea’s status as an obviously committed woman, she did and said things to Sharon that cruelly, albeit unknowingly, gave her hope. Andrea brought her coffee or tea whenever they were working well into the wee hours of the night, and then always insisted on walking Sharon to her car in the parking garage. She often offered to drive Rusty to and from school when Sharon was drowning under stacks paperwork, an offer which Sharon had taken her up on several times because she and Rusty got along well. Andrea also always seemed to have that infectious grin on her face whenever she was around Sharon, that grin that Sharon just could not help but return. She had even caught Andrea winking at her amusedly whenever Provenza was being an especially large pain in her ass; it was torture.
And, so, unable to ignore her attraction to Andrea any longer, she simply tried her best each day to hide it from the DDA. Most days she succeeded; today had not been one of them. Andrea had strolled into her office wearing a baby-blue chiffon blouse and dark grey slacks, the colour combination set off her eyes beautifully, and, in the middle of their conversation, Sharon had been caught staring.
“Do I have something on my shirt?” Andrea asked, worried.
Sharon’s face burned hotly, she was absolutely mortified that she had just been caught. “Uh, no,” she said, hoping that she had managed to keep her guilt out of the tone of her voice.
“Okay,” Andrea said slowly, amusedly, “is it see-through or something?” she plucked and pulled at the blouse, eying it critically while unintentionally stretching it across her breasts, “you’ve been staring at it the whole time that I’ve been talking.”
She didn’t think that it was remotely possible for her to be any more embarrassed, but clearly the universe wanted to prove her wrong today. She wanted the to floor to cave in and swallow her up, she wanted to be anywhere but standing directly across from this woman, this infuriating, gorgeous, and completely unavailable woman.
“It’s nice,” she said lamely, “it brings out your eyes.” The words slipped out of her mouth before the rational part of her mind could censor them.
Andrea’s eyes widened in surprised, a soft blush spread across her elegant features. “Thank you,” she said after a moment.
Buzz had chosen to let himself into her office at that moment, and Sharon could have kissed him for unknowingly rescuing her. Not even absorbing what he was telling her, Sharon followed him into the electronics room, leaving behind a slightly stunned Andrea Hobbs.
Sharon took another deep, measured breath before starting her car, and making her way home. She was unbelievably grateful that today was Friday, and that she would be granted a two-day reprieve from the blonde temptress.
*
Rusty greeted her from the dining room table as she entered her condo.
“Hey,” he said without looking up from his book, “how was work?”
Awful. Terrible. I wish that I could forget that this day ever happened. “Fine,” she replied evenly. “Have you had dinner yet?” she asked.
“Yeah, I had the leftover meatloaf and potatoes from yesterday. There’s still some left if you’re hungry,” he said.
Sharon considered dinner for a moment, “You know, I think I may hold off on dinner for now. I was thinking of going to the gym,” she mentioned casually. She’d joined a private gym a few years ago and had always attended regularly. She’d been a bit remiss about going lately, but figured that tonight was as good a time as any to fix that.
That got Rusty’s attention. He put down his book. “You? The gym? Really?” he asked, a grin ghosting his lips.
“Yes,” she said, slightly indignant, “me, the gym, really.”
“I just can’t picture you doing weights or chin ups or anything,” he said honestly, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“That’s because I don’t, I usually run, or I’ll do hot yoga,” she said, elbowing him playfully for his snark. “Will you be okay if I go for a bit?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine, I’ve got some homework to do here,” he gestured to his book and laptop, “Have fun at the gym.”
*
The gym had been a fantastic idea; Sharon could feel the satisfying burn in her muscles as she increased the speed on the treadmill. Here, she could control her breathing, her body’s responses; she could concentrate all her efforts on the rhythmic motions required to stay on the machine. She could forget Andrea and her ridiculously blue eyes, her infectious laughter and crooked smile, she could forget how much she wanted the younger woman and she could especially forget that Andrea was sharing her bed with a thirty-something, six-foot, stunning redhead. The forty minutes spent jogging on the treadmill felt wonderful, and loathe to go home already, Sharon decided to prove Rusty wrong and try out some weights - light weights, of course. She was smiling to herself, thinking about how Rusty might laugh and tease her when she told him that she apparently did do weights now, when a flash of blonde hair caught her attention. The woman was facing away from Sharon, her thick hair pulled back in an efficient but alluring bun, showing off a long, elegant neck and strong, creamy white shoulders. She wore a pair of fitted black yoga capri pants and a matching tank top, which showed off her lightly defined biceps and shapely calves.
No, Sharon thought miserably, Anyone, anyone at all but her. When the woman whose back was facing her turned around, Sharon wanted to die on the spot. Of course it would be Andrea, of course. Sharon gripped the 10lbs weights in her hands even harder, increasing the speed at which she pumped her arms. She tried to look anywhere but at Andrea, who was walking towards the weights, towards Sharon.
“Hi,” Sharon heard Andrea’s surprised, yet warm greeting, “fancy seeing you here.”
Slowly, Sharon put her weights down, “I haven’t been around in a while, but I have been a member here for years,” she explained, hoping that she sounded calm and cool.
“Oh that’s great!” Andrea said brightly. “I just joined a month ago, I made it my New Years resolution to get into better shape,” she said self-deprecatingly, Sharon could not help but wonder, rather bitterly, if she was getting in “better shape” to impress the young woman she was currently seeing. “But to tell you the truth, I really hate the gym, at least now I’ve got a friend to suffer with!” she chuckled. Sharon remained utterly silent. Andrea’s use of the word friend to describe Sharon was not lost on her, and she hated Andrea a little for having the nerve to call her a friend, when that was absolutely the last thing that Sharon wanted to be to her.
Both women stared at each other a bit awkwardly, before Andrea gestured towards the bench that Sharon was sitting on. “Mind scooting over? I wanted to work on my arms for a bit.”
Oh great, now she wants to work out together. Sharon racked her memory, wondering what she could have possibly done in her life to deserve such sweet, endless torture. Andrea sat close enough to Sharon that she could feel the welcoming heat from the other woman’s body, hear her slightly laboured breathing and soft grunts, and see the light sheen of sweat break out across Andrea’s skin as she pumped the 20lbs weights over and over again. Sharon turned her body slightly so that she was staring at the wall, determined to finish the last fifteen minutes of her workout, while doing her best to ignore the temptress sitting mere inches from her. When she was done with the last repetition of the weights, she quickly put them back on the rack and bade Andrea goodbye.
“I’ve got to get back home, Rusty needs some help with his homework,” Sharon lied, easily, “I promised that I’d be back to proofread his essay.”
“Okay,” Andrea said, sounding slightly disappointed. “Have a good night.”
Sharon did not have a good night. She arrived home, immediately took an ice cold shower, and then spent the night tossing and turning, trying to escape dreams of the gorgeous blonde and her lightly muscled arms, her long legs, her full, red lips. In her dreams, Andrea didn’t reach for the weights, but instead pushed Sharon down on the bench, her mouth was hot and wet and her hands were everywhere at once on Sharon’s naked body. Morning came far too soon, and Sharon stumbled out of bed, eyes puffy and body sore from both the physical and psychological workout from the day before.