"Love After War" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: Love After War
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: very mild R for some non-explicit fun in the tub!
Word Count: 431 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: This is a two-part prompt. One was from an anon on Tumblr who wanted a fic where Sharon was upset and Andrea tried to console her, and the other is from sharon_ray who knows exactly what she did to inspire this fic. Title is from a Robin Thicke song.
“What’s this?” Sharon asked as she walked into her bathroom. The lights were off in favour of the scented candles strategically placed along her counter tops; next to her clawfoot tub stood a grinning Andrea Hobbs, clad in only a silk black dressing gown.
“This is a bathtub, one fills it with hot water and bubble bath and relaxes in it after a long day at work,” Andrea replied, her sarcasm was tempered by the soft look in her eyes.
“How did you know I had a long day?” Sharon challenged as she made her way over to the blonde. Andrea plucked each button of Sharon’s blouse and kissed each inch of bared skin. “Michaels worked on the case with us, do you DDA’s have a betting pool or something that I don’t know about?”
Andrea chuckled against Sharon’s soft, slight belly. “No, more like an understanding. Michaels knows to give me the heads up if you’ve had a rough time,” she admitted sheepishly.
Sharon hummed as Andrea kissed the skin around her belly button. “So you’re spying on me?” she teased.
“If it were up to me I’d have my eyes on you all day long,” Andrea asserted as she helped Sharon step out of her bra, skirt and panties. “But I can’t,” she added, sounding mournful.
Sharon pulled Andrea into an embrace. She shivered at the feeling of the silk against her skin, but knew that she much preferred the feeling of Andrea’s body against her skin so she tugged at the black material.
“Are you going to join me?” she asked softly.
“That’s the plan my dear.” Andrea shed the robe in one swift movement. They eased into the tub, arranged so that Sharon sat between Andrea’s legs, her head resting against her lover’s breasts and collar.
“I also noticed champagne on ice in the bedroom,” Sharon casually mentioned.
“Oh you did, did you?” Andrea said as she kneaded the knots out of Sharon’s shoulders.
“Mmm, I also noticed a bag from Agent Provocateur in our closet the other day.”
“Did you now? That’s very interesting because I could have sworn that I very deliberately hid that in my end of the closet,” Andrea said.
Sharon blushed. “Guilty. Now, do I get to open my gift tonight?” Sharon ran her hand deliberately across Andrea’s legs on either side of her, making Andrea gasp.
“If you’re good,” Andrea answered.
Sharon tipped her head upwards and sucked at the pulse point on Andrea’s neck.
“And if I’m bad?” she asked.
Andrea gasped. “Then you’ll definitely get to unwrap your gift.”
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: very mild R for some non-explicit fun in the tub!
Word Count: 431 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show.
A/N: This is a two-part prompt. One was from an anon on Tumblr who wanted a fic where Sharon was upset and Andrea tried to console her, and the other is from sharon_ray who knows exactly what she did to inspire this fic. Title is from a Robin Thicke song.
“What’s this?” Sharon asked as she walked into her bathroom. The lights were off in favour of the scented candles strategically placed along her counter tops; next to her clawfoot tub stood a grinning Andrea Hobbs, clad in only a silk black dressing gown.
“This is a bathtub, one fills it with hot water and bubble bath and relaxes in it after a long day at work,” Andrea replied, her sarcasm was tempered by the soft look in her eyes.
“How did you know I had a long day?” Sharon challenged as she made her way over to the blonde. Andrea plucked each button of Sharon’s blouse and kissed each inch of bared skin. “Michaels worked on the case with us, do you DDA’s have a betting pool or something that I don’t know about?”
Andrea chuckled against Sharon’s soft, slight belly. “No, more like an understanding. Michaels knows to give me the heads up if you’ve had a rough time,” she admitted sheepishly.
Sharon hummed as Andrea kissed the skin around her belly button. “So you’re spying on me?” she teased.
“If it were up to me I’d have my eyes on you all day long,” Andrea asserted as she helped Sharon step out of her bra, skirt and panties. “But I can’t,” she added, sounding mournful.
Sharon pulled Andrea into an embrace. She shivered at the feeling of the silk against her skin, but knew that she much preferred the feeling of Andrea’s body against her skin so she tugged at the black material.
“Are you going to join me?” she asked softly.
“That’s the plan my dear.” Andrea shed the robe in one swift movement. They eased into the tub, arranged so that Sharon sat between Andrea’s legs, her head resting against her lover’s breasts and collar.
“I also noticed champagne on ice in the bedroom,” Sharon casually mentioned.
“Oh you did, did you?” Andrea said as she kneaded the knots out of Sharon’s shoulders.
“Mmm, I also noticed a bag from Agent Provocateur in our closet the other day.”
“Did you now? That’s very interesting because I could have sworn that I very deliberately hid that in my end of the closet,” Andrea said.
Sharon blushed. “Guilty. Now, do I get to open my gift tonight?” Sharon ran her hand deliberately across Andrea’s legs on either side of her, making Andrea gasp.
“If you’re good,” Andrea answered.
Sharon tipped her head upwards and sucked at the pulse point on Andrea’s neck.
“And if I’m bad?” she asked.
Andrea gasped. “Then you’ll definitely get to unwrap your gift.”