"Body Work (3/3)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: Body Work (3/3)
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 756 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 two can be found HERE
The gym was crowded for a Friday evening, Sharon noticed that the “usual” crowd had doubled since last week. Andrea pulled her hair into a bun as she watched Sharon place her bag inside of her tidy locker. Smirking, she placed her hands on either side of Sharon’s hips and ghosted her lips against the brunette’s shoulder. There was something undeniably sexy about Sharon Raydor in a less-than-perfect outfit, with her make-up scrubbed off and her hair in a neat ponytail. It drove Andrea wild, made her want to crawl into Sharon’s lap and kiss her until their lips were sore and make love to her until they collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Andrea couldn’t help her amorous mood whenever she saw Sharon like this.
“Ready?” she asked sweetly. Sharon shot her a pointed look; public displays of affection never really came easy to her. Andrea smiled as she gave Sharon a brief squeeze. “Come on now, those weights aren’t lifting themselves,” she said, smirking all the while. Sharon bit the inside of her lips as Andrea walked over to the equipment with a deliberate sway of her hips.
She had known long before getting involved with Andrea that the blonde would be nothing but trouble for her. Sweet, delicious, unavoidable trouble. While they had both been professional enough at work the last few days, Sharon could swear that at times she could feel the eyes of her lover roaming over her. Often, the back of her neck would prickle and she’d look through the glass windows of her office to find Andrea sitting at a desk, seemingly absorbed in the work in front of her.
Sharon was sure that they had challenges ahead of them. Negotiating work and their growing relationship was only going to get more complicated. Merging her role as a mother and her role as Andrea’s lover was also going to bring its own set of issues to their lives. The panic and anxiety that Rusty might feel now that he would be, in effect, sharing her with someone else was also something that both women would need to face. But despite all of that, Sharon felt hopeful for the first time in years about sharing her life with someone.
Sharon climbed on the treadmill and started at a brisk walk. In front of her, Andrea winked and got comfortable on the bench as she started working on her legs. Sharon looked on appreciatively as Andrea worked the muscles of each leg; those long, lean, and muscular legs that wrapped around Sharon’s body and held her close while they made love. Those smooth, defined calves that Sharon just had to kiss and nip before settling them overtop her shoulders as she leaned forward to taste her lover. Those strong, silky thighs that flexed and tensed and became slick with dewy sweat as Sharon teased, tasted, and tantalized.
Andrea seemed to sense where Sharon’s mind had wandered, because she was only a few minutes into her delicious fantasy before her lover abandoned the weights to hop on the treadmill next to her.
“Something’s got you all hot and bothered,” Andrea murmured silkily as she set an even pace on the machine, “want to tell me all about it?”
Sharon increased the speed on the treadmill by two points and shot a half-assed glare at Andrea. “Not here, we’ve got a rule about that,” she reminded her curtly.
“Actually we have a rule about the locker room which I intend to keep. But I never agreed to a hands-off policy in the actual gym,” she said.
“Do you really want that? Everyone would see,” Sharon pointed out. Beside her, Andrea fumbled on the treadmill. The blonde loved to tease and test her limits. Well, two could play at this game. One thing that Sharon had learned in the last little while was that Andrea was just as, if not more, jealous than Sharon. “You don’t mind then, everyone in here seeing me -”
“No.” Andrea’s reply was curt and final. Sharon snorted softly at the sudden change in her lover’s tone. Sharon risked a glance at Andrea - her face was flushed a pretty pink and her limbs were shimmering with sweat, her breathing was laboured and Sharon was suddenly itching to get the hell out of this place.
“You know, I do seem to recall you having a perfectly accessible shower at your place,” Sharon said, her voice was deliciously rough.
Beside her, Andrea slowed to a walk, then halt on the treadmill.
“One condition. I get to wash your hair this time.”
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 756 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 two can be found HERE
The gym was crowded for a Friday evening, Sharon noticed that the “usual” crowd had doubled since last week. Andrea pulled her hair into a bun as she watched Sharon place her bag inside of her tidy locker. Smirking, she placed her hands on either side of Sharon’s hips and ghosted her lips against the brunette’s shoulder. There was something undeniably sexy about Sharon Raydor in a less-than-perfect outfit, with her make-up scrubbed off and her hair in a neat ponytail. It drove Andrea wild, made her want to crawl into Sharon’s lap and kiss her until their lips were sore and make love to her until they collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Andrea couldn’t help her amorous mood whenever she saw Sharon like this.
“Ready?” she asked sweetly. Sharon shot her a pointed look; public displays of affection never really came easy to her. Andrea smiled as she gave Sharon a brief squeeze. “Come on now, those weights aren’t lifting themselves,” she said, smirking all the while. Sharon bit the inside of her lips as Andrea walked over to the equipment with a deliberate sway of her hips.
She had known long before getting involved with Andrea that the blonde would be nothing but trouble for her. Sweet, delicious, unavoidable trouble. While they had both been professional enough at work the last few days, Sharon could swear that at times she could feel the eyes of her lover roaming over her. Often, the back of her neck would prickle and she’d look through the glass windows of her office to find Andrea sitting at a desk, seemingly absorbed in the work in front of her.
Sharon was sure that they had challenges ahead of them. Negotiating work and their growing relationship was only going to get more complicated. Merging her role as a mother and her role as Andrea’s lover was also going to bring its own set of issues to their lives. The panic and anxiety that Rusty might feel now that he would be, in effect, sharing her with someone else was also something that both women would need to face. But despite all of that, Sharon felt hopeful for the first time in years about sharing her life with someone.
Sharon climbed on the treadmill and started at a brisk walk. In front of her, Andrea winked and got comfortable on the bench as she started working on her legs. Sharon looked on appreciatively as Andrea worked the muscles of each leg; those long, lean, and muscular legs that wrapped around Sharon’s body and held her close while they made love. Those smooth, defined calves that Sharon just had to kiss and nip before settling them overtop her shoulders as she leaned forward to taste her lover. Those strong, silky thighs that flexed and tensed and became slick with dewy sweat as Sharon teased, tasted, and tantalized.
Andrea seemed to sense where Sharon’s mind had wandered, because she was only a few minutes into her delicious fantasy before her lover abandoned the weights to hop on the treadmill next to her.
“Something’s got you all hot and bothered,” Andrea murmured silkily as she set an even pace on the machine, “want to tell me all about it?”
Sharon increased the speed on the treadmill by two points and shot a half-assed glare at Andrea. “Not here, we’ve got a rule about that,” she reminded her curtly.
“Actually we have a rule about the locker room which I intend to keep. But I never agreed to a hands-off policy in the actual gym,” she said.
“Do you really want that? Everyone would see,” Sharon pointed out. Beside her, Andrea fumbled on the treadmill. The blonde loved to tease and test her limits. Well, two could play at this game. One thing that Sharon had learned in the last little while was that Andrea was just as, if not more, jealous than Sharon. “You don’t mind then, everyone in here seeing me -”
“No.” Andrea’s reply was curt and final. Sharon snorted softly at the sudden change in her lover’s tone. Sharon risked a glance at Andrea - her face was flushed a pretty pink and her limbs were shimmering with sweat, her breathing was laboured and Sharon was suddenly itching to get the hell out of this place.
“You know, I do seem to recall you having a perfectly accessible shower at your place,” Sharon said, her voice was deliciously rough.
Beside her, Andrea slowed to a walk, then halt on the treadmill.
“One condition. I get to wash your hair this time.”