"Body Work (2/3)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: Body Work (2/3)
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: MA
Word Count: 3,107 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. Chapter one can be found HERE
Sharon avoided the gym all weekend, choosing instead to spend her time indoors, far, far away from any place that Andrea Hobbs would be inhabiting. By Wednesday, she could no longer ignore the tension in her shoulders, the tightness in her limbs- she needed a workout, she needed to keep running until her muscles were sore and her lungs were exhausted. She resolved to try the gym again; but this time, she arrived two hours later than she had on Friday, hoping to miss Andrea.
Her plan soon fell apart, when at her locker, she felt someone tap her shoulder. She knew who it was, and was about to tell Andrea that she really wasn’t in the mood to jog with her, or lift weights, or whatever, but the words died before she could even form them as she turned to face the younger woman.
Andrea stood there, hands on her hips, she was breathless and sweaty still from her workout, her hair was a mess, loose tendrils that had escaped her bun clung to her face and neck. She was as gorgeous as Sharon had ever seen her; but it was her eyes that stopped Sharon in her tracks. She’d never seen such a mixture of hurt and anger in those blue eyes before.
“Why are you avoiding me?” Straight to the point, as always.
“I am not avoiding you,” Sharon lied, hastily checking the change room to make sure that they were alone before continuing, “Excuse me if I haven’t been around to spot you or whatever,” she said irritably, “but I have a foster child to care for, a very stressful fulltime job, not to mention a million other things that occupy my time.” She cringed at the harshness of her own voice, regretting her aggressive response almost immediately.
“Oh I’m sorry, I wouldn’t know about those million of other things, because lately whenever I try to talk with you, you run in the other direction. The last few weeks, you have completely ignored me at work; you don’t talk to me unless I approach you. I thought that it would be fun working out together, since we both come here now, but clearly I’ve done something so horribly offensive to you, you’re avoiding me here now as well. So, please tell me Sharon, what the fuck is your problem with me?”
“I come here rather than the other gyms that LAPD officers frequent to specifically avoid fraternizing with coworkers. I just find it easier to maintain a healthy working relationship when there is a clearly defined boundary between work relationships and personal friendships.”
“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it,” Andrea said, “because you had lunch with Mike and Amy yesterday. I came by your office to see if you wanted to grab lunch with me, but Flynn said that the three of you had gone out already. So, is it just me that you resent? Is it because Taylor put me in your department? Just let me know, and I will gladly tell my boss to bring DDA Michaels in to replace me.”
“No, no, I don’t resent your presence, you are a huge asset to the team,” Sharon said hastily.
Andrea ran her fingers through the stray hair clinging to her neck, obviously frustrated. “Is it...” Andrea paused, blushing, “is it because you’re not interested in me? And you’re trying to let me down easy?” Andrea couldn’t quite meet Sharon’s gaze.
Oh, oh. Sharon studied Andrea’s slouched shoulders, the confusion and hurt in both her tone and eyes, and suddenly it all made sense. The repeated invitations to lunch, the offers to help out with Rusty’s schedule, the overtime coffees and Andrea’s insistence that she walk Sharon to her car at the end of a late night, her eagerness to spend time together outside of work, even if it was in a setting as unromantic as a gym. But there was still the small matter of Andrea’s girlfriend, wasn’t there? Sharon was a one woman sort of gal, there was no way in hell that she would agree to share Andrea with anyone; model, or not.
“Andrea, I -“
“No, it’s fine,” Andrea waved Sharon off, her face burning with embarrassment, “I thought that maybe you and I were on the same page, I mean, I obviously misinterpreted your politeness. I should have taken the hint sooner, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“You haven’t,” she said, “I should be the one apologizing, I had no idea that you were…interested. I mean, you have a girlfriend,” Sharon reasoned.
Andrea frowned, “Says who?”
“At Gavin and Nathan’s engagement party, you brought that woman with you,” she said bitterly.
Andrea flashed that crooked grin of hers that always made Sharon weak-kneed. “We dated very briefly, and broke up two days after the party; she accused me of staring at you the entire night, and I didn’t bother denying it,” she added, quirking her eyebrow.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sharon said, trying her best not to grin. Had Andrea really been staring at her the entire night? She’d been far too focused on Andrea’s companion that evening; she’d spent the night shooting daggers with her eyes at her, and as a result hadn’t notice where Andrea’s attention had been.
“I’m not,” Andrea admitted, taking a step closer to Sharon. She was so close that Sharon could count each stray hair that clung to her sweaty, elegant neck; that neck that Sharon wanted to mark with her teeth and tongue, that she wanted to kiss and suck and moan her pleasure against.
Sharon licked her lips nervously. “Now what?”
Andrea smiled warmly at Sharon, before cupping the older woman’s face between her hands, and kissing her softly. Sharon trailed her hands across Andrea’s lower back, up her hips, and around her neck and shoulders; her fingertips firmly teased the nape of her neck, drawing her closer. The reality of kissing Andrea was so much better than her interrupted fantasies, and Sharon could not help but deepen the kiss, pulling Andrea’s body flush against hers as her back hit the hard surface of the locker. Andrea wrapped her arms around her and kissed her, hard. Her whole body was practically screaming that she’d wanted Sharon just as long as Sharon had wanted her. The discomfort of the sharp, cool metal of the locker was a small price to pay, Sharon thought.
“We…should…get out of…here,” Andrea moaned in between kisses to Sharon’s jaw and neck. “Come back to my place?”
Sharon hesitated, and Andrea loosened her grip on the brunette, fearing that they’d jumped in too deep, too quickly. “I used to have this rule; never get involved with a coworker. I managed to follow that rule for nearly thirty years. I guess sometimes even the strictest rules are meant to be broken,” Sharon said, smiling. The significance of her words were not lost on Andrea, and she grabbed their bags and slung them over her shoulders, then tenderly took Sharon’s hand.
“I walked here, so I really hope that you’ve got your car with you,” Andrea said.
“You walked?” Sharon asked, disbelievingly, and Andrea rolled her eyes self-consciously.
“Yeah,” Andrea chuckled, “I was frustrated and angry; I thought that getting a workout in before my workout would do me some good.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Well it’s a good thing that I drove here then,” Sharon said, her voice low and rough.
***
The drive back to Andrea’s townhouse was mercifully quick. Within twenty minutes the two of them were inside the elegantly furnished home, oblivious to everything but one another. Their gym bags were dumped against the wall, their shoes hastily kicked off; purses, wallets, phones, were all thrown against the nearest flat surface. Eager hands tangled in thick hair, lips sought out their counterpart, and feet frantically tried to keep themselves grounded.
Andrea led Sharon down the narrow hall to her master bedroom, stumbling only briefly when Sharon tugged her tank top over and off her head. Slapping the wall blindly, Andrea caught the light switch, illuminating her room and the inviting bed draped in white sheets; Andrea felt Sharon steer their bodies towards it.
“Wait,” Andrea said, “shower.”
“Shower?” Sharon asked, breathless.
Andrea blushed. “I didn’t get a chance to, you know, freshen up after the gym…”
“Lead the way,” Sharon said, already working on shrugging her pants and socks off. Andrea tugged Sharon towards the ensuite bathroom, and into the glass enclosed shower stall. Peeling off the last of her clothing, Andrea leaned against the wall, enraptured as Sharon began to set the temperature of the water, loving how such a simple gesture made her feel like Sharon belonged here, that she was at home. Sharon caught her staring, and pulled her under the hot, steady stream of water.
The slow, firm, flow of the water over their bodies grounded them. Sharon turned them so that she could soak Andrea’s thick blonde waves. Wordlessly, she reached for the shampoo bottle, then sunk her fingers in the lather, massaging Andrea’s scalp and neck. Her lips trailed across Andrea’s shoulders, kissing and nipping every so often as she listened to the melody of satisfied hums and soft moans from her lover.
“Do I get to wash your hair too?” Andrea asked, reaching behind her to grasp Sharon’s hips, pulling their bodies even closer together and eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Sharon.
“Next time,” Sharon promised, “I still have every intention of getting us into that bed of yours, tonight,” she teased.
With infinite tenderness and care, Sharon rinsed Andrea’s hair and grabbed the bar of soap, working it into a lather before replacing it and sliding her hands across Andrea’s body for the first time. She cupped Andrea’s breasts, teasing and caressing very briefly before dancing across her quivering abdomen. Sharon delighted in the tension she felt beneath Andrea’s skin, in the way that she arched her back and tipped her head back. She made to grab the bar of soap again, just as Andrea met her with a brief, but hard kiss. She felt Sharon smile against her lips.
“I thought that you wanted to shower,” Sharon said, in that sing-song voice of hers.
“Yeah, missed you though,” Andrea said before capturing her lips again.
Carefully, she pivoted their bodies so that Sharon’s back was flush against the tiled wall. Sharon dropped the soap, then giggled to herself at the irony, before tangling her fingers in Andrea’s wet hair. Andrea trailed her lips and hands across Sharon’s torso, paying ample attention to each achingly hard nipple. Sharon’s back arched, her hips bucked lightly as Andrea sucked the sensitive flesh, her tongue flicking wickedly back and forth. She was suddenly very, very grateful for Andrea’s workout regime; the strength in her arms and shoulders were going to be needed very shortly if Andrea was going to deploy her relentless tongue elsewhere. As if reading her mind, Sharon felt Andrea ease down on her knees, encouraging her to tilt her hips forward. Sharon hazarded a look down, and groaned aloud at the sight of Andrea on her knees, kissing and nipping the skin of her hips, thighs, and then finally, where she most needed her.
Sharon didn’t bother to hold back the loud moans that echoed against the glass doors. Andrea drew her swollen clit into her mouth, and sucked, flicked, and swirled until Sharon’s entire body was near-screaming for release. She brought her to the edge twice, before trailing her lips and tongue across Sharon’s tense thighs and stomach. She wanted to test Sharon’s limits, to pluck away the last of Sharon’s legendary self-control until Sharon was hers, completely.
“Please,” Sharon whimpered in frustration when Andrea made to back off a third time. “Andrea,” she pleaded and the sound of her own name wrapped around the husky moan of her lover broke Andrea’s resolve. She finally took pity on her, flicking her tongue in fast, hard circles around her lover’s flesh until Sharon smacked her own head against the wall, back arched as far as it physically could, half-sobbing, half-moaning Andrea’s name; her hips bucked wildly, and her legs shook with the effort to stay upright.
Sharon tugged ineffectually at Andrea’s shoulders, silently urging her to stand up, but Andrea refused to move, using her superior upper body strength to keep her lover exactly where she wanted her. As her orgasm began to subside, Andrea entered her with two fingers, crooking them upwards and flicking her tongue in gentle, teasing circles across Sharon’s swollen clit, bringing her hard and fast towards another orgasm. Finally, Sharon slumped forward, her legs no longer able to hold her body upright, and crumpled in a messy, wet tangle of limbs.
Her breathing was ragged, and Andrea wrapped her arms around her, grounding her. Sharon nuzzled the heated, wet skin of Andrea’s neck. “We should relocate,” she suggested, her tongue tracing Andrea’s collarbone.
Andrea’s bed was larger than her own; discarding the towel that Andrea had given her, she stretched out across the mattress, tugging Andrea down with her. Andrea kissed a path across Sharon’s collar and up her neck before latching onto the sensitive skin behind her ear. Sharon shivered as she felt Andrea’s tongue dart out to trace the tendons of her neck.
“Not that I didn’t just enjoy myself immensely, but this is what I’d always imagined,” Sharon admitted as she pivoted their bodies so that she was on top. “You, underneath me,” she placed her thigh between Andrea’s legs, “wrapped around me,” Andrea groaned, grinding herself against Sharon’s skin, wrapping her legs around her hips.
“Are we sharing fantasies now?” Andrea asked, gasping as Sharon worried the sensitive skin of her neck with sharp teeth. “Because I have a whole list.”
“I’m sure that you do,” Sharon replied, smirking. Her hand traced the inside of Andrea’s silky thighs. She watched, fascinated, as pleasure flickered across her lover’s face and as Andrea’s body chased the light, teasing touches. She traced nonsensical patterns and paths into Andrea’s skin, randomly applying pressure, then backing off.
“Sharon, do not tease me,” Andrea implored, her face flushed and her legs locked firmly around Sharon’s waist.
“Look who’s talking.” Sharon swirled her tongue around a rigid nipple. “Maybe this is one of my fantasies too,” she said, easing her way into Andrea’s receptive body. Andrea hissed, tugging fistfuls of the decadent sheets as Sharon set an unhurried pace. “You have no idea how long I wanted you,” Sharon whispered between kisses to Andrea’s breasts, neck, and jaw. “Or how cruel it was for me, believing that you were unobtainable. Trying to deny, then forget how badly I wanted to have you here like this. It was torture.”
Damn Sharon and her ability to form coherent sentences, Andrea thought. She could barely register the words being spoken, her entire focus was centered on how unbelievably pale her fantasy of making love with Sharon had been in comparison with the vivid reality. In her mid-day dreams and late night visions, the scene always faded to black at some point. When Andrea had kissed Sharon in the locker room, part of her had feared she would wake up, body tingling and heart yearning for the one woman she could never seem to have. But the sweet, slick, friction of Sharon’s skin against her own, the hot, lush, wetness of her tongue, the solidity of her body, they were delicious, albeit, unbelievable, reminders that they were finally here; that this was finally their time. Sharon didn’t have to explain to her how she’d felt while denying herself what she most wanted; it was a pain that Andrea knew all too well.
Sharon withdrew from inside of her, and Andrea cried out at the loss. Gently, Sharon untangled Andrea’s legs from around her waist, and travelled down her body.
“Oh fuck,” Andrea moaned. It was quite clear that Sharon was done teasing now, she latched onto Andrea, relentless and with one objective in mind; to make her come, hard. Her hips danced to the tune set by Sharon’s lips and tongue; she was completely at the mercy of her lover, and, within moments, pleasure like she’d never experienced it swept through her body, leaving her breathless and trembling.
Loathe to part with her already, Andrea fitted Sharon’s smaller figure on top of her own, entwining their hands together. “Well, that certainly beats going to the gym,” Andrea said. A beat passed, and both women broke out in laughter. Andrea shrugged, having the good grace to look bashful for her terrible joke.
“Oh God, speaking of which, I can never go back there again. I won’t be able to use their lockers now,” Sharon said, blushing.
“Are you kidding me? Their locker room is my new favourite public place.” Andrea waggled her eyebrows. Sharon glared at her; the stern look lost most of its desired effect thanks to Sharon’s riot of a hairstyle, and the fact that she was gloriously naked.
“We’re not having sex in the locker room. We’ve just proven that you’ve got a perfectly accessible shower here.” Sharon kissed Andrea, sealing the lid on this particular discussion.
“Fine, but we don’t have to quit. After all, I’ve got a lady to impress now.” Her statement was part jest, part question. They hadn’t talked about this yet, about where they were going to go from here.
“I assure you, I am quite impressed already.”
Andrea chuckled. “Good to know I’ve still got it,” she felt Sharon’s shoulders shake as she tried to stifle her laughter. “Look, I don’t want to be the one who brings up the serious topic-“
“But you’ll do it anyway?” Sharon smiled into the flushed skin of Andrea’s neck. “Go on.”
“”I don’t want this to be a one time thing, and I don’t want to see anyone else. I want you, just you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Sharon assured her, her tone leaving no room for doubt or self-consciousness for either woman.
Andrea tugged the rumpled sheets around their bodies; Sharon fit herself more snuggly against Andrea’s side, sighing contently as her racing heart slowed to a relaxed, steady rhythm. Sharon felt her eyes become heavy with sleep; the warmth of Andrea’s skin, the feel of Andrea’s fingertips as they danced up and down her forearm, they were hypnotic.
“Don’t you have to go home to Rusty?” Andrea asked, her voice heavy with contentment and drowsiness; not resentment or jealousy, not one bit.
“I do, eventually. But I have some time, and I want to spend it here.”
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: MA
Word Count: 3,107 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. Chapter one can be found HERE
Sharon avoided the gym all weekend, choosing instead to spend her time indoors, far, far away from any place that Andrea Hobbs would be inhabiting. By Wednesday, she could no longer ignore the tension in her shoulders, the tightness in her limbs- she needed a workout, she needed to keep running until her muscles were sore and her lungs were exhausted. She resolved to try the gym again; but this time, she arrived two hours later than she had on Friday, hoping to miss Andrea.
Her plan soon fell apart, when at her locker, she felt someone tap her shoulder. She knew who it was, and was about to tell Andrea that she really wasn’t in the mood to jog with her, or lift weights, or whatever, but the words died before she could even form them as she turned to face the younger woman.
Andrea stood there, hands on her hips, she was breathless and sweaty still from her workout, her hair was a mess, loose tendrils that had escaped her bun clung to her face and neck. She was as gorgeous as Sharon had ever seen her; but it was her eyes that stopped Sharon in her tracks. She’d never seen such a mixture of hurt and anger in those blue eyes before.
“Why are you avoiding me?” Straight to the point, as always.
“I am not avoiding you,” Sharon lied, hastily checking the change room to make sure that they were alone before continuing, “Excuse me if I haven’t been around to spot you or whatever,” she said irritably, “but I have a foster child to care for, a very stressful fulltime job, not to mention a million other things that occupy my time.” She cringed at the harshness of her own voice, regretting her aggressive response almost immediately.
“Oh I’m sorry, I wouldn’t know about those million of other things, because lately whenever I try to talk with you, you run in the other direction. The last few weeks, you have completely ignored me at work; you don’t talk to me unless I approach you. I thought that it would be fun working out together, since we both come here now, but clearly I’ve done something so horribly offensive to you, you’re avoiding me here now as well. So, please tell me Sharon, what the fuck is your problem with me?”
“I come here rather than the other gyms that LAPD officers frequent to specifically avoid fraternizing with coworkers. I just find it easier to maintain a healthy working relationship when there is a clearly defined boundary between work relationships and personal friendships.”
“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it,” Andrea said, “because you had lunch with Mike and Amy yesterday. I came by your office to see if you wanted to grab lunch with me, but Flynn said that the three of you had gone out already. So, is it just me that you resent? Is it because Taylor put me in your department? Just let me know, and I will gladly tell my boss to bring DDA Michaels in to replace me.”
“No, no, I don’t resent your presence, you are a huge asset to the team,” Sharon said hastily.
Andrea ran her fingers through the stray hair clinging to her neck, obviously frustrated. “Is it...” Andrea paused, blushing, “is it because you’re not interested in me? And you’re trying to let me down easy?” Andrea couldn’t quite meet Sharon’s gaze.
Oh, oh. Sharon studied Andrea’s slouched shoulders, the confusion and hurt in both her tone and eyes, and suddenly it all made sense. The repeated invitations to lunch, the offers to help out with Rusty’s schedule, the overtime coffees and Andrea’s insistence that she walk Sharon to her car at the end of a late night, her eagerness to spend time together outside of work, even if it was in a setting as unromantic as a gym. But there was still the small matter of Andrea’s girlfriend, wasn’t there? Sharon was a one woman sort of gal, there was no way in hell that she would agree to share Andrea with anyone; model, or not.
“Andrea, I -“
“No, it’s fine,” Andrea waved Sharon off, her face burning with embarrassment, “I thought that maybe you and I were on the same page, I mean, I obviously misinterpreted your politeness. I should have taken the hint sooner, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“You haven’t,” she said, “I should be the one apologizing, I had no idea that you were…interested. I mean, you have a girlfriend,” Sharon reasoned.
Andrea frowned, “Says who?”
“At Gavin and Nathan’s engagement party, you brought that woman with you,” she said bitterly.
Andrea flashed that crooked grin of hers that always made Sharon weak-kneed. “We dated very briefly, and broke up two days after the party; she accused me of staring at you the entire night, and I didn’t bother denying it,” she added, quirking her eyebrow.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sharon said, trying her best not to grin. Had Andrea really been staring at her the entire night? She’d been far too focused on Andrea’s companion that evening; she’d spent the night shooting daggers with her eyes at her, and as a result hadn’t notice where Andrea’s attention had been.
“I’m not,” Andrea admitted, taking a step closer to Sharon. She was so close that Sharon could count each stray hair that clung to her sweaty, elegant neck; that neck that Sharon wanted to mark with her teeth and tongue, that she wanted to kiss and suck and moan her pleasure against.
Sharon licked her lips nervously. “Now what?”
Andrea smiled warmly at Sharon, before cupping the older woman’s face between her hands, and kissing her softly. Sharon trailed her hands across Andrea’s lower back, up her hips, and around her neck and shoulders; her fingertips firmly teased the nape of her neck, drawing her closer. The reality of kissing Andrea was so much better than her interrupted fantasies, and Sharon could not help but deepen the kiss, pulling Andrea’s body flush against hers as her back hit the hard surface of the locker. Andrea wrapped her arms around her and kissed her, hard. Her whole body was practically screaming that she’d wanted Sharon just as long as Sharon had wanted her. The discomfort of the sharp, cool metal of the locker was a small price to pay, Sharon thought.
“We…should…get out of…here,” Andrea moaned in between kisses to Sharon’s jaw and neck. “Come back to my place?”
Sharon hesitated, and Andrea loosened her grip on the brunette, fearing that they’d jumped in too deep, too quickly. “I used to have this rule; never get involved with a coworker. I managed to follow that rule for nearly thirty years. I guess sometimes even the strictest rules are meant to be broken,” Sharon said, smiling. The significance of her words were not lost on Andrea, and she grabbed their bags and slung them over her shoulders, then tenderly took Sharon’s hand.
“I walked here, so I really hope that you’ve got your car with you,” Andrea said.
“You walked?” Sharon asked, disbelievingly, and Andrea rolled her eyes self-consciously.
“Yeah,” Andrea chuckled, “I was frustrated and angry; I thought that getting a workout in before my workout would do me some good.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Well it’s a good thing that I drove here then,” Sharon said, her voice low and rough.
***
The drive back to Andrea’s townhouse was mercifully quick. Within twenty minutes the two of them were inside the elegantly furnished home, oblivious to everything but one another. Their gym bags were dumped against the wall, their shoes hastily kicked off; purses, wallets, phones, were all thrown against the nearest flat surface. Eager hands tangled in thick hair, lips sought out their counterpart, and feet frantically tried to keep themselves grounded.
Andrea led Sharon down the narrow hall to her master bedroom, stumbling only briefly when Sharon tugged her tank top over and off her head. Slapping the wall blindly, Andrea caught the light switch, illuminating her room and the inviting bed draped in white sheets; Andrea felt Sharon steer their bodies towards it.
“Wait,” Andrea said, “shower.”
“Shower?” Sharon asked, breathless.
Andrea blushed. “I didn’t get a chance to, you know, freshen up after the gym…”
“Lead the way,” Sharon said, already working on shrugging her pants and socks off. Andrea tugged Sharon towards the ensuite bathroom, and into the glass enclosed shower stall. Peeling off the last of her clothing, Andrea leaned against the wall, enraptured as Sharon began to set the temperature of the water, loving how such a simple gesture made her feel like Sharon belonged here, that she was at home. Sharon caught her staring, and pulled her under the hot, steady stream of water.
The slow, firm, flow of the water over their bodies grounded them. Sharon turned them so that she could soak Andrea’s thick blonde waves. Wordlessly, she reached for the shampoo bottle, then sunk her fingers in the lather, massaging Andrea’s scalp and neck. Her lips trailed across Andrea’s shoulders, kissing and nipping every so often as she listened to the melody of satisfied hums and soft moans from her lover.
“Do I get to wash your hair too?” Andrea asked, reaching behind her to grasp Sharon’s hips, pulling their bodies even closer together and eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Sharon.
“Next time,” Sharon promised, “I still have every intention of getting us into that bed of yours, tonight,” she teased.
With infinite tenderness and care, Sharon rinsed Andrea’s hair and grabbed the bar of soap, working it into a lather before replacing it and sliding her hands across Andrea’s body for the first time. She cupped Andrea’s breasts, teasing and caressing very briefly before dancing across her quivering abdomen. Sharon delighted in the tension she felt beneath Andrea’s skin, in the way that she arched her back and tipped her head back. She made to grab the bar of soap again, just as Andrea met her with a brief, but hard kiss. She felt Sharon smile against her lips.
“I thought that you wanted to shower,” Sharon said, in that sing-song voice of hers.
“Yeah, missed you though,” Andrea said before capturing her lips again.
Carefully, she pivoted their bodies so that Sharon’s back was flush against the tiled wall. Sharon dropped the soap, then giggled to herself at the irony, before tangling her fingers in Andrea’s wet hair. Andrea trailed her lips and hands across Sharon’s torso, paying ample attention to each achingly hard nipple. Sharon’s back arched, her hips bucked lightly as Andrea sucked the sensitive flesh, her tongue flicking wickedly back and forth. She was suddenly very, very grateful for Andrea’s workout regime; the strength in her arms and shoulders were going to be needed very shortly if Andrea was going to deploy her relentless tongue elsewhere. As if reading her mind, Sharon felt Andrea ease down on her knees, encouraging her to tilt her hips forward. Sharon hazarded a look down, and groaned aloud at the sight of Andrea on her knees, kissing and nipping the skin of her hips, thighs, and then finally, where she most needed her.
Sharon didn’t bother to hold back the loud moans that echoed against the glass doors. Andrea drew her swollen clit into her mouth, and sucked, flicked, and swirled until Sharon’s entire body was near-screaming for release. She brought her to the edge twice, before trailing her lips and tongue across Sharon’s tense thighs and stomach. She wanted to test Sharon’s limits, to pluck away the last of Sharon’s legendary self-control until Sharon was hers, completely.
“Please,” Sharon whimpered in frustration when Andrea made to back off a third time. “Andrea,” she pleaded and the sound of her own name wrapped around the husky moan of her lover broke Andrea’s resolve. She finally took pity on her, flicking her tongue in fast, hard circles around her lover’s flesh until Sharon smacked her own head against the wall, back arched as far as it physically could, half-sobbing, half-moaning Andrea’s name; her hips bucked wildly, and her legs shook with the effort to stay upright.
Sharon tugged ineffectually at Andrea’s shoulders, silently urging her to stand up, but Andrea refused to move, using her superior upper body strength to keep her lover exactly where she wanted her. As her orgasm began to subside, Andrea entered her with two fingers, crooking them upwards and flicking her tongue in gentle, teasing circles across Sharon’s swollen clit, bringing her hard and fast towards another orgasm. Finally, Sharon slumped forward, her legs no longer able to hold her body upright, and crumpled in a messy, wet tangle of limbs.
Her breathing was ragged, and Andrea wrapped her arms around her, grounding her. Sharon nuzzled the heated, wet skin of Andrea’s neck. “We should relocate,” she suggested, her tongue tracing Andrea’s collarbone.
Andrea’s bed was larger than her own; discarding the towel that Andrea had given her, she stretched out across the mattress, tugging Andrea down with her. Andrea kissed a path across Sharon’s collar and up her neck before latching onto the sensitive skin behind her ear. Sharon shivered as she felt Andrea’s tongue dart out to trace the tendons of her neck.
“Not that I didn’t just enjoy myself immensely, but this is what I’d always imagined,” Sharon admitted as she pivoted their bodies so that she was on top. “You, underneath me,” she placed her thigh between Andrea’s legs, “wrapped around me,” Andrea groaned, grinding herself against Sharon’s skin, wrapping her legs around her hips.
“Are we sharing fantasies now?” Andrea asked, gasping as Sharon worried the sensitive skin of her neck with sharp teeth. “Because I have a whole list.”
“I’m sure that you do,” Sharon replied, smirking. Her hand traced the inside of Andrea’s silky thighs. She watched, fascinated, as pleasure flickered across her lover’s face and as Andrea’s body chased the light, teasing touches. She traced nonsensical patterns and paths into Andrea’s skin, randomly applying pressure, then backing off.
“Sharon, do not tease me,” Andrea implored, her face flushed and her legs locked firmly around Sharon’s waist.
“Look who’s talking.” Sharon swirled her tongue around a rigid nipple. “Maybe this is one of my fantasies too,” she said, easing her way into Andrea’s receptive body. Andrea hissed, tugging fistfuls of the decadent sheets as Sharon set an unhurried pace. “You have no idea how long I wanted you,” Sharon whispered between kisses to Andrea’s breasts, neck, and jaw. “Or how cruel it was for me, believing that you were unobtainable. Trying to deny, then forget how badly I wanted to have you here like this. It was torture.”
Damn Sharon and her ability to form coherent sentences, Andrea thought. She could barely register the words being spoken, her entire focus was centered on how unbelievably pale her fantasy of making love with Sharon had been in comparison with the vivid reality. In her mid-day dreams and late night visions, the scene always faded to black at some point. When Andrea had kissed Sharon in the locker room, part of her had feared she would wake up, body tingling and heart yearning for the one woman she could never seem to have. But the sweet, slick, friction of Sharon’s skin against her own, the hot, lush, wetness of her tongue, the solidity of her body, they were delicious, albeit, unbelievable, reminders that they were finally here; that this was finally their time. Sharon didn’t have to explain to her how she’d felt while denying herself what she most wanted; it was a pain that Andrea knew all too well.
Sharon withdrew from inside of her, and Andrea cried out at the loss. Gently, Sharon untangled Andrea’s legs from around her waist, and travelled down her body.
“Oh fuck,” Andrea moaned. It was quite clear that Sharon was done teasing now, she latched onto Andrea, relentless and with one objective in mind; to make her come, hard. Her hips danced to the tune set by Sharon’s lips and tongue; she was completely at the mercy of her lover, and, within moments, pleasure like she’d never experienced it swept through her body, leaving her breathless and trembling.
Loathe to part with her already, Andrea fitted Sharon’s smaller figure on top of her own, entwining their hands together. “Well, that certainly beats going to the gym,” Andrea said. A beat passed, and both women broke out in laughter. Andrea shrugged, having the good grace to look bashful for her terrible joke.
“Oh God, speaking of which, I can never go back there again. I won’t be able to use their lockers now,” Sharon said, blushing.
“Are you kidding me? Their locker room is my new favourite public place.” Andrea waggled her eyebrows. Sharon glared at her; the stern look lost most of its desired effect thanks to Sharon’s riot of a hairstyle, and the fact that she was gloriously naked.
“We’re not having sex in the locker room. We’ve just proven that you’ve got a perfectly accessible shower here.” Sharon kissed Andrea, sealing the lid on this particular discussion.
“Fine, but we don’t have to quit. After all, I’ve got a lady to impress now.” Her statement was part jest, part question. They hadn’t talked about this yet, about where they were going to go from here.
“I assure you, I am quite impressed already.”
Andrea chuckled. “Good to know I’ve still got it,” she felt Sharon’s shoulders shake as she tried to stifle her laughter. “Look, I don’t want to be the one who brings up the serious topic-“
“But you’ll do it anyway?” Sharon smiled into the flushed skin of Andrea’s neck. “Go on.”
“”I don’t want this to be a one time thing, and I don’t want to see anyone else. I want you, just you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Sharon assured her, her tone leaving no room for doubt or self-consciousness for either woman.
Andrea tugged the rumpled sheets around their bodies; Sharon fit herself more snuggly against Andrea’s side, sighing contently as her racing heart slowed to a relaxed, steady rhythm. Sharon felt her eyes become heavy with sleep; the warmth of Andrea’s skin, the feel of Andrea’s fingertips as they danced up and down her forearm, they were hypnotic.
“Don’t you have to go home to Rusty?” Andrea asked, her voice heavy with contentment and drowsiness; not resentment or jealousy, not one bit.
“I do, eventually. But I have some time, and I want to spend it here.”