"Invitations (4/4)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: Invitations (4/4)
Co-author: Immas13
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 892 words
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show.
A/N: Many thanks to redrockcan and sharon_ray for their beta and suggestions.
Summary: Sharon is forced to openly come to terms with her relationship with Andrea, who is growing tired of their secretive romance.
Chapter One is HERE. Chapter Two is HERE. Chapter Three is HERE.
Sharon held out the bottle of wine, “Do you want another glass?” she asked from the kitchen.
Andrea shifted in her comfortable position on Sharon’s couch to meet her gaze and shook her head. “No thank you. It’ll put me to sleep.” Andrea smiled as she watched Sharon complete the rest of her after dinner routine in the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of snug jeans tonight that highlighted the delicious curves of her hips and thighs. Andrea’s eyes followed the snug denim from her calves up to her hips, to the inch of pale flesh that was exposed as Sharon moved about the kitchen, putting the last of the dishes away.
“Andrea,” Sharon said, without turning around. Her voice held a hint of a warning.
“Sharon,” Andrea teased. Sharon turned around, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed. Andrea blushed guiltily as her partner walked over to her and joined her on the couch.
“Don’t think that I don’t know when you’re ogling me,” she said softly, mindful of Rusty who was in his room just down the hall.
“You’re beautiful, I can’t help it,” Andrea said, shrugging. Sharon was still getting used to this, the compliments and affection that seemed to come more naturally in recent weeks. It had been almost two months since Conner had accidently found out about them, and true to her word, Sharon had been making an honest effort to respect Andrea’s desire to live more openly as a couple.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely.
“You’re welcome,” Andrea reached for Sharon’s hip and tugged her closer, “I promised that I would make an honest effort to keep my hands to myself when the kids are over,” she said, blue eyes twinkling, “but my eyes are not so easily controlled.”
“Mmmhm,” Sharon rolled her eyes, “My daughter still teases me you know.” They’d gone to dinner with Sara last weekend so that Andrea could meet the youngest Raydor. Andrea had picked a lovely Italian restaurant, which called for more formal wear. The entire dinner, the blonde had not been able to keep her eyes off of Sharon to the point that Sara had made a joke out loud about it.
“Maybe I should leave you two alone,” Sara said, “you’re clearly more interested in each other this evening.” She winked at Andrea who blushed furiously, as Sharon hastily shot her partner a warning glance.
“I liked you in that dress,” Andrea said, shrugging.
Sharon sighed. She knew that her teasing would only be tolerated for so long. She reminded herself that this was all a part of respecting Andrea’s need for a more openly-recognized relationship.
“You looked lovely too,” she conceded. “In fact, it’s a shame that you’ve only worn that cocktail dress once.”
“I’m sure I’ll get another chance to wear it,” Andrea said.
Sharon bit her lip nervously. Time to go in for the kill. “Actually, you will,” she said.
“Oh?”
“I got something in the mail today,” Sharon got up and made her way to her desk, retrieving an envelope before settling down once again on the couch, “here,” she said. Andrea took her offering, and opened the decorated parchment.
“Oh,” Andrea said softly as she traced the elegant type. “Conner’s wedding invitation.”
Sharon Raydor and Andrea Hobbs
Their names were written in silver calligraphy, side by side, on the invitation.
Sharon plucked the invitation from Andrea’s hands and placed it on the coffee table. She took Andrea’s hands in her own.“Would you do me the honour of coming to my son’s wedding with me, as my date?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” she said, barely a whisper, “yes,” louder this time. “I would absolutely love to.” The significance of this gesture was not lost on Andrea.
Andrea intertwined their fingers gently. “Are you sure this is what you want? I know how hard all of this has been for you, and this is a really big step.”
“This is absolutely what I want,” Sharon affirmed. “I won’t lie and say that this is an easy step for me to take, because it hasn’t been. But you’re worth it, we’re worth it. I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to come to terms with that.”
“ I don’t think you know how much this means to me Sharon,” Andrea said as she leaned forward and gently kissed her partner, “Thank you.”
“Thank you for putting up with me, and for being infinitely patient.”
“You said it, we’re worth it,” Andrea reminded her as she drew Sharon in an embrace.
Sharon sighed against her lover. “This feels so right.”
There was a time when Sharon wanted to keep the intimacy between them within the confines of her modest sized apartment. While in many ways, that was still the case, she couldn’t imagine any greater joy than attending her son’s wedding, arm and arm with the amazing woman who had become so integral to her. There was a point, two months ago when Sharon had struggled to find the words to properly describe how Andrea made her feel, to put a name to what they shared.
“I love you Sharon,” Andrea whispered against Sharon’s cheek.
Instead of making her feel confined, scared, or trapped, Andrea’s words lifted a weight off of Sharon’s soul so that she could finally respond in kind.
“Love you too,” she said.
Co-author: Immas13
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 892 words
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show.
A/N: Many thanks to redrockcan and sharon_ray for their beta and suggestions.
Summary: Sharon is forced to openly come to terms with her relationship with Andrea, who is growing tired of their secretive romance.
Chapter One is HERE. Chapter Two is HERE. Chapter Three is HERE.
Sharon held out the bottle of wine, “Do you want another glass?” she asked from the kitchen.
Andrea shifted in her comfortable position on Sharon’s couch to meet her gaze and shook her head. “No thank you. It’ll put me to sleep.” Andrea smiled as she watched Sharon complete the rest of her after dinner routine in the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of snug jeans tonight that highlighted the delicious curves of her hips and thighs. Andrea’s eyes followed the snug denim from her calves up to her hips, to the inch of pale flesh that was exposed as Sharon moved about the kitchen, putting the last of the dishes away.
“Andrea,” Sharon said, without turning around. Her voice held a hint of a warning.
“Sharon,” Andrea teased. Sharon turned around, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed. Andrea blushed guiltily as her partner walked over to her and joined her on the couch.
“Don’t think that I don’t know when you’re ogling me,” she said softly, mindful of Rusty who was in his room just down the hall.
“You’re beautiful, I can’t help it,” Andrea said, shrugging. Sharon was still getting used to this, the compliments and affection that seemed to come more naturally in recent weeks. It had been almost two months since Conner had accidently found out about them, and true to her word, Sharon had been making an honest effort to respect Andrea’s desire to live more openly as a couple.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely.
“You’re welcome,” Andrea reached for Sharon’s hip and tugged her closer, “I promised that I would make an honest effort to keep my hands to myself when the kids are over,” she said, blue eyes twinkling, “but my eyes are not so easily controlled.”
“Mmmhm,” Sharon rolled her eyes, “My daughter still teases me you know.” They’d gone to dinner with Sara last weekend so that Andrea could meet the youngest Raydor. Andrea had picked a lovely Italian restaurant, which called for more formal wear. The entire dinner, the blonde had not been able to keep her eyes off of Sharon to the point that Sara had made a joke out loud about it.
“Maybe I should leave you two alone,” Sara said, “you’re clearly more interested in each other this evening.” She winked at Andrea who blushed furiously, as Sharon hastily shot her partner a warning glance.
“I liked you in that dress,” Andrea said, shrugging.
Sharon sighed. She knew that her teasing would only be tolerated for so long. She reminded herself that this was all a part of respecting Andrea’s need for a more openly-recognized relationship.
“You looked lovely too,” she conceded. “In fact, it’s a shame that you’ve only worn that cocktail dress once.”
“I’m sure I’ll get another chance to wear it,” Andrea said.
Sharon bit her lip nervously. Time to go in for the kill. “Actually, you will,” she said.
“Oh?”
“I got something in the mail today,” Sharon got up and made her way to her desk, retrieving an envelope before settling down once again on the couch, “here,” she said. Andrea took her offering, and opened the decorated parchment.
“Oh,” Andrea said softly as she traced the elegant type. “Conner’s wedding invitation.”
Sharon Raydor and Andrea Hobbs
Their names were written in silver calligraphy, side by side, on the invitation.
Sharon plucked the invitation from Andrea’s hands and placed it on the coffee table. She took Andrea’s hands in her own.“Would you do me the honour of coming to my son’s wedding with me, as my date?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” she said, barely a whisper, “yes,” louder this time. “I would absolutely love to.” The significance of this gesture was not lost on Andrea.
Andrea intertwined their fingers gently. “Are you sure this is what you want? I know how hard all of this has been for you, and this is a really big step.”
“This is absolutely what I want,” Sharon affirmed. “I won’t lie and say that this is an easy step for me to take, because it hasn’t been. But you’re worth it, we’re worth it. I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to come to terms with that.”
“ I don’t think you know how much this means to me Sharon,” Andrea said as she leaned forward and gently kissed her partner, “Thank you.”
“Thank you for putting up with me, and for being infinitely patient.”
“You said it, we’re worth it,” Andrea reminded her as she drew Sharon in an embrace.
Sharon sighed against her lover. “This feels so right.”
There was a time when Sharon wanted to keep the intimacy between them within the confines of her modest sized apartment. While in many ways, that was still the case, she couldn’t imagine any greater joy than attending her son’s wedding, arm and arm with the amazing woman who had become so integral to her. There was a point, two months ago when Sharon had struggled to find the words to properly describe how Andrea made her feel, to put a name to what they shared.
“I love you Sharon,” Andrea whispered against Sharon’s cheek.
Instead of making her feel confined, scared, or trapped, Andrea’s words lifted a weight off of Sharon’s soul so that she could finally respond in kind.
“Love you too,” she said.