"This Year's Love (4/5)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: This Year's Love (4/5)
Co-Author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: R
Word Count: 2, 527
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show. We did shamelessly borrow a song title from David Gray because we adore his music.
A/N: Many thanks to my lovely co-author for her patience, her enthusiasm, and for letting me join her on the wild, fun-filled ride that was writing this fic. We hope that you enjoy it.
Summary: After months of dancing around their feelings, Andrea and Sharon start to contemplate redefining their friendship. Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three.
This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on
Sharon sat on the back balcony, still clad in her black pencil skirt and white silk chemise left over from the work day, sipping a glass of white wine. It was something Spanish, Sharon hadn’t really taken note of the bottle when she opened it. She sighed quietly to herself as she watched the lights dance across the foothills. It had been a very long week. She pressed her wine glass to her lips and took a long sip as she thought about what to make for dinner, the flavour was familiar though she couldn’t recall when she had first tasted this wine. Lately, she tried to put extra thought into the mundane so she didn’t have to think about what had happened at the beginning of the week. She swirled the glass and allowed herself the minor distraction of trying to remember how to make Paella and tortilla Espaniola to go with her wine. She turned the bottle around to read the label, hoping that the description would recommend a simpler meal to compliment the wine and that’s when it hit her; she’d thought of those dishes to make because she and Andrea had made them together three weeks ago-to go with Andrea’s favorite wine. This wine. Sharon slammed her glass down on the table and stalked into the kitchen, reaching for an abandoned bottle of rose in the back of the wine rack instead. She grabbed a fresh glass and the corkscrew and started over. She would not spend the evening thinking about Andrea Hobbs.
A new glass in hand, she parked herself on the couch. She was not going back outside so she could be assaulted by that bottle again. She rested her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes, pushing all thoughts of Andrea out of her head. Not tonight, she wouldn’t think of her tonight. She’d read a book or watch a film or go for a run. She’d clean the house or scrub the floors. She would not think of Andrea. Allowing her thoughts to drift back to dinner, she thought about Italian food. Maybe lasagne, or ziti; something cheesy and comforting. She could definitely go for comforting tonight. As she began to take stock of the ingredients in her fridge and contemplate the possibility of a grocery run, she heard a knock at the front door.
Sharon sighed and set her wine glass down on the table. She had no idea who could be at her door, but any distraction was welcome. Maybe Gavin had finally taken pity on her after fifty pathetic phone calls and actually come over to keep her company. She blew her bangs out of her face and sauntered to the front door, pulling the security chain off it. Thanks to the doorman downstairs, she knew no one suspect would be in the building, so she was confident enough not to look through the peephole before she swung the door open.
Andrea stood in front of her, holding a bouquet of red carnations. Sharon had never wished more before in her life that she had looked through her peephole before answering the door. She didn’t have long to think, however, before Andrea’s arms were wrapped tightly around her and their bodies were flush against each other, the carnations hastily discarded on the floor behind them. Sharon didn’t know who kissed who first; she didn’t really care. All she knew was that she was against the wall, her tongue fighting for access to Andrea’s mouth before she could really fully process was going on. She bit down gently on Andrea’s bottom lip, eliciting a moan from the younger woman as her hands wandered down Sharon’s hips and across her backside.
As quickly as Andrea had been on her, she backed away from her. “Oh, fuck. Not again,” Sharon cried desperately, reaching for Andrea, trying to pull her closer. Andrea gladly accepted Sharon’s embrace and held her close, but didn’t kiss her again.
“Sharon, we need to talk,” Andrea whispered into her hair as she kissed the crown of her head.
Sharon held on to Andrea for a moment, as if her life depended on it. She needed to feel every inch of Andrea against her body, even if it was fleeting. Finally, she let her go and nodded, regaining her composure. “Yes. We do,” she said quietly, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. She stepped away from Andrea nervously, entirely unsure of what this evening was going to bring. “Can I offer you a glass of wine?”
Andrea shook her head in the negative. “As much as I probably need a glass right now, I want to talk to you without distraction. If you give me a glass of wine, I’ll probably drink the whole bottle,” she chuckled nervously.
Sharon nodded, unable to read her signs, and bent down to pick up the discarded carnations. “I’ll uh... I’ll put these in some water.” Sharon turned her back on Andrea, grateful for the distraction of the flowers, even if she had no idea what they meant.
Andrea followed her into the kitchen, feeling already like she’d messed this entire evening up. “They’re for you, Sharon,” she muttered quietly, “The flowers.”
Sharon turned and smiled weakly, snipping the stems as she spoke. “Oh, I uh... well. Thanks, Andrea. I kind of figured. Well, I hoped.” Sharon silently kicked herself and turned away, looking under the sink for a vase.
“Carnations... red ones. They mean...” Andrea sighed, trying to find the courage to say it. She took a deep breath and moved much closer to the older woman so that when Sharon stood, she was right behind her. “They mean, my heart aches for you, Sharon.”
Sharon could feel Andrea’s breath on her neck as she said it. She felt like she was going to pass out, or die. One or the other, it was an equal toss up of which might occur first. She turned around, very slowly, to face Andrea. “That would be very....very sweet if you meant it, Andrea... because mine has ached for a very, very long time for you.”
Andrea wrapped her arms around Sharon’s waist and pulled her in close, causing Sharon to yet again discard to the bundle of carnations in favor of kissing the younger woman. Sharon brushed her lips against Andrea’s lightly, savouring those precious moments before they met properly. This kiss felt different from their earlier encounter; sweeter, softer, laden with the truth that had been locked away inside both of their hearts for far too long. As she melted into Andrea’s embrace, she felt the pitter-patter of her restless heart beat match Andrea’s own.
Andrea kissed her again, then peeled herself away from her newfound lover. “Put the carnations in water. It’s probably not a good sign if we kill the first bouquet I buy you,” she laughed as she wrapped her arms around Sharon from behind as Sharon immediately began to obey her orders.
Sharon rested her head against Andrea’s shoulder as she worked on the flowers, thrilled she finally had the freedom to touch the other woman so freely. “I was going to make dinner... have you eaten?” Sharon asked.
Andrea kissed Sharon’s cheek before responding, “No, I haven’t. But since I’m here to apologize, why don’t you let me cook for you?” she suggested.
Sharon finished placing the flowers in their vase and turned herself around in Andrea’s arms again. “You don’t have to do that, and you don’t have to apologize,” she said seriously, planting another soft kiss on Andrea’s lips. “We’ve both been idiots. God, Gavin’s been trying to get me to realize it for months... I’ve just been so...I’m sorry, Andrea. I was scared,” she said quietly, resting her head on Andrea’s shoulder.
“I was terrified too,” Andrea admitted. “Can we start over?”
Sharon shook her head against Andrea’s shoulder. “No, I don’t want to pretend that the last few months never happened. They may not have been ideal, but they were perfect.”
Andrea looked down at Sharon and wondered how she could fall in love with this woman again, and yet she knew Sharon would make it happen, just like she had so many times before. “Alright. We won’t pretend they didn’t happen... but are we alright? Can we be honest with each other now and be open and start dating?”
“Oh honey, I think we’ve been dating for a while now, it’s just that neither of us knew it until tonight,” Sharon giggled.
Andrea laughed and shook her head. “You’re impossible. Fine. Can I at least start having sex with you now? That’s a first, or have we done that too and I missed it?” Andrea waggled her eyebrows at Sharon; they had both missed this, the easy, blunt, flirtatious humour between them.
Sharon raised an eyebrow at Andrea and pursed her lips. Leave it to her to fall in love with the most infuriating woman she knew. “Well...” Sharon trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Oh, shut the hell up, Sharon,” Andrea laughed. “What do you say we make dinner, together, and enjoy a bottle of wine? And then I’m definitely taking you to bed.” Sharon shivered at the conviction in Andrea’s voice. “I want to lay you down on your bed, and spend the night making love with you,” Andrea whispered against Sharon’s lips, “and then I want to hold you until the morning.”
Sharon hummed, “I want that too.” She kissed along Andrea’s jaw, “I need to feel you, all of you.”
Andrea kissed Sharon gently, then moved away from her quickly to refrain from taking her to bed right then and there. Andrea surveyed the kitchen she’d come to know as well as her own. Rolling up her sleeves, she surveyed her companion and smiled. “Okay, dinner. What are we making?” she said, her voice trembling still from the passion of their kisses.
Sharon hopped up on the counter and crossed her legs, smiling at Andrea. “Well, there’s a fresh bottle of your favorite wine outside... how about Spanish rice and omelets, like we made a few weeks ago? I’ve got all the ingredients.”
Andrea had to resist the urge not to plant herself between Sharon’s legs as she watched her on the kitchen counter. “That, my dear, sounds delicious. I will go get the wine. You, on the other hand, need to stop...doing that. Get down. Get the stuff out.”
“Yes ma’am,” Sharon laughed and hopped off the counter, as she walked away, Andrea watched the deliberate sway of her hips. Sharon tossed her mass of auburn waves over her shoulder, throwing a smouldering look at Andrea as she went.
Both women were very much looking forward to their dessert.
***
Sharon lay on Andrea’s chest, listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat as she tried in vain to catch her breath. True to her word, Andrea had helped prepare a delicious meal with her, they had split the bottle of wine; after the dishes were washed (Andrea had insisted on completing this task alone, which left Sharon gazing appreciatively at her backside from her seat) Andrea had taken her hand, and led her to the bedroom where they’d spent most of the evening making love. Despite being physically exhausted, they still craved one another’s touch.
Sharon trailed sloppy, sweet kisses across Andrea’s breasts, making the younger woman squirm beneath her. “I do adore you,” Sharon muttered between kisses, “Every delicious inch of you.”
Andrea ran her fingers through Sharon’s hair, which was now a proper, tangled mess. “I adore you too, Sharon,” she said with that same loving, gentle tone Sharon recognized from the previous Monday evening. Sharon looked up and gazed directly in her eyes, then rested her head on Andrea’s stomach.
“I’m sorry I wasted so much time being an idiot,” she said sadly, fussing with a strand of her hair.
“No. No more apologies, remember?” Andrea pulled her up to wrap her arms around her, “You’re right. The last three months have been perfect because we’ve spent them with each other. Period, Sharon.” Andrea rolled their bodies so that Sharon’s lithe frame was under her own; both women groaned softly as their breasts pressed against one another.
Sharon’s eyes fluttered as Andrea kissed along the length of her neck. Her tongue darted out and traced wicked patterns across Sharon’s pulse point. Sharon rolled her head back and moaned, allowing Andrea better access to her neck as her hands quickly found their place on the younger woman’s hips. Andrea could already tell her hips were one of Sharon’s favourite spots on her body; Sharon had taken every opportunity this evening to caress and kiss Andrea’s curves. She could already feel the slight bruises on her hips and thighs from where Sharon had licked and sucked and caressed her as they’d made love. It was a feeling she was more than ready to grow accustomed to.
Sharon’s hands drifted towards Andrea’s ass, Sharon purred as she cupped the soft flesh. “I really, really love your ass,” she said, giggling.
Andrea smiled against Sharon’s neck. “I had no idea,” she said, deadpan. Sharon slapped her and Andrea bit her playfully in response.
“I thought you were tired, and if that leaves a mark...” Sharon chided, only half serious.
“Seems only fair since I have an array of hickeys from you all over my body.” Andrea tipped them so they were on their side, and separated their bodies just enough for Sharon to see the tiny bruises that Andrea had been referring to. A concerned look flashed across Sharon’s face but Andrea kissed her before reassuring, “I bruise easily. Don’t worry. I’m not actually complaining.”
“I’ll be more careful next time,” Sharon muttered, slightly embarrassed, as she buried her head in Andrea’s chest, another recently discovered favourite place on the blonde’s body.
“Oh, I’d really rather you not be, honey,” Andrea purred as she rubbed her back.
Sharon snuggled deeper into Andrea’s embrace; she marveled at how despite the fact that there was no physical barrier between them, she still felt like she couldn’t get close enough. “Cold?” Andrea asked as she tugged the blanket halfway up their bodies.
“No, if you hold me, I’ll be warm,” Sharon said sweetly.
“I’ll be sure not to let go then,” Andrea promised, “Wouldn’t want you freezing to death on me.”
Sharon giggled softly. “You wouldn’t let that happen, I trust you,” she said sincerely. Andrea watched as Sharon settled more comfortably against her body; as the physical exertion of their lovemaking and the languorous mood that followed wrapped itself around Sharon’s body.
Andrea wrapped herself entirely around Sharon as well, wanting desperately to contain her feisty lover in a cocoon of her love for her. With deliberate, gentle movements, she succeeded in entwining her limbs with the smaller woman’s. She watched Sharon sleep until she was convinced that she would not stir anymore, then she rested her head against her mass of messy auburn curls and shut her eyes, finally giving in to the satisfied exhaustion that threatened to overtake her body.
Co-Author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: R
Word Count: 2, 527
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show. We did shamelessly borrow a song title from David Gray because we adore his music.
A/N: Many thanks to my lovely co-author for her patience, her enthusiasm, and for letting me join her on the wild, fun-filled ride that was writing this fic. We hope that you enjoy it.
Summary: After months of dancing around their feelings, Andrea and Sharon start to contemplate redefining their friendship. Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three.
This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on
Sharon sat on the back balcony, still clad in her black pencil skirt and white silk chemise left over from the work day, sipping a glass of white wine. It was something Spanish, Sharon hadn’t really taken note of the bottle when she opened it. She sighed quietly to herself as she watched the lights dance across the foothills. It had been a very long week. She pressed her wine glass to her lips and took a long sip as she thought about what to make for dinner, the flavour was familiar though she couldn’t recall when she had first tasted this wine. Lately, she tried to put extra thought into the mundane so she didn’t have to think about what had happened at the beginning of the week. She swirled the glass and allowed herself the minor distraction of trying to remember how to make Paella and tortilla Espaniola to go with her wine. She turned the bottle around to read the label, hoping that the description would recommend a simpler meal to compliment the wine and that’s when it hit her; she’d thought of those dishes to make because she and Andrea had made them together three weeks ago-to go with Andrea’s favorite wine. This wine. Sharon slammed her glass down on the table and stalked into the kitchen, reaching for an abandoned bottle of rose in the back of the wine rack instead. She grabbed a fresh glass and the corkscrew and started over. She would not spend the evening thinking about Andrea Hobbs.
A new glass in hand, she parked herself on the couch. She was not going back outside so she could be assaulted by that bottle again. She rested her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes, pushing all thoughts of Andrea out of her head. Not tonight, she wouldn’t think of her tonight. She’d read a book or watch a film or go for a run. She’d clean the house or scrub the floors. She would not think of Andrea. Allowing her thoughts to drift back to dinner, she thought about Italian food. Maybe lasagne, or ziti; something cheesy and comforting. She could definitely go for comforting tonight. As she began to take stock of the ingredients in her fridge and contemplate the possibility of a grocery run, she heard a knock at the front door.
Sharon sighed and set her wine glass down on the table. She had no idea who could be at her door, but any distraction was welcome. Maybe Gavin had finally taken pity on her after fifty pathetic phone calls and actually come over to keep her company. She blew her bangs out of her face and sauntered to the front door, pulling the security chain off it. Thanks to the doorman downstairs, she knew no one suspect would be in the building, so she was confident enough not to look through the peephole before she swung the door open.
Andrea stood in front of her, holding a bouquet of red carnations. Sharon had never wished more before in her life that she had looked through her peephole before answering the door. She didn’t have long to think, however, before Andrea’s arms were wrapped tightly around her and their bodies were flush against each other, the carnations hastily discarded on the floor behind them. Sharon didn’t know who kissed who first; she didn’t really care. All she knew was that she was against the wall, her tongue fighting for access to Andrea’s mouth before she could really fully process was going on. She bit down gently on Andrea’s bottom lip, eliciting a moan from the younger woman as her hands wandered down Sharon’s hips and across her backside.
As quickly as Andrea had been on her, she backed away from her. “Oh, fuck. Not again,” Sharon cried desperately, reaching for Andrea, trying to pull her closer. Andrea gladly accepted Sharon’s embrace and held her close, but didn’t kiss her again.
“Sharon, we need to talk,” Andrea whispered into her hair as she kissed the crown of her head.
Sharon held on to Andrea for a moment, as if her life depended on it. She needed to feel every inch of Andrea against her body, even if it was fleeting. Finally, she let her go and nodded, regaining her composure. “Yes. We do,” she said quietly, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. She stepped away from Andrea nervously, entirely unsure of what this evening was going to bring. “Can I offer you a glass of wine?”
Andrea shook her head in the negative. “As much as I probably need a glass right now, I want to talk to you without distraction. If you give me a glass of wine, I’ll probably drink the whole bottle,” she chuckled nervously.
Sharon nodded, unable to read her signs, and bent down to pick up the discarded carnations. “I’ll uh... I’ll put these in some water.” Sharon turned her back on Andrea, grateful for the distraction of the flowers, even if she had no idea what they meant.
Andrea followed her into the kitchen, feeling already like she’d messed this entire evening up. “They’re for you, Sharon,” she muttered quietly, “The flowers.”
Sharon turned and smiled weakly, snipping the stems as she spoke. “Oh, I uh... well. Thanks, Andrea. I kind of figured. Well, I hoped.” Sharon silently kicked herself and turned away, looking under the sink for a vase.
“Carnations... red ones. They mean...” Andrea sighed, trying to find the courage to say it. She took a deep breath and moved much closer to the older woman so that when Sharon stood, she was right behind her. “They mean, my heart aches for you, Sharon.”
Sharon could feel Andrea’s breath on her neck as she said it. She felt like she was going to pass out, or die. One or the other, it was an equal toss up of which might occur first. She turned around, very slowly, to face Andrea. “That would be very....very sweet if you meant it, Andrea... because mine has ached for a very, very long time for you.”
Andrea wrapped her arms around Sharon’s waist and pulled her in close, causing Sharon to yet again discard to the bundle of carnations in favor of kissing the younger woman. Sharon brushed her lips against Andrea’s lightly, savouring those precious moments before they met properly. This kiss felt different from their earlier encounter; sweeter, softer, laden with the truth that had been locked away inside both of their hearts for far too long. As she melted into Andrea’s embrace, she felt the pitter-patter of her restless heart beat match Andrea’s own.
Andrea kissed her again, then peeled herself away from her newfound lover. “Put the carnations in water. It’s probably not a good sign if we kill the first bouquet I buy you,” she laughed as she wrapped her arms around Sharon from behind as Sharon immediately began to obey her orders.
Sharon rested her head against Andrea’s shoulder as she worked on the flowers, thrilled she finally had the freedom to touch the other woman so freely. “I was going to make dinner... have you eaten?” Sharon asked.
Andrea kissed Sharon’s cheek before responding, “No, I haven’t. But since I’m here to apologize, why don’t you let me cook for you?” she suggested.
Sharon finished placing the flowers in their vase and turned herself around in Andrea’s arms again. “You don’t have to do that, and you don’t have to apologize,” she said seriously, planting another soft kiss on Andrea’s lips. “We’ve both been idiots. God, Gavin’s been trying to get me to realize it for months... I’ve just been so...I’m sorry, Andrea. I was scared,” she said quietly, resting her head on Andrea’s shoulder.
“I was terrified too,” Andrea admitted. “Can we start over?”
Sharon shook her head against Andrea’s shoulder. “No, I don’t want to pretend that the last few months never happened. They may not have been ideal, but they were perfect.”
Andrea looked down at Sharon and wondered how she could fall in love with this woman again, and yet she knew Sharon would make it happen, just like she had so many times before. “Alright. We won’t pretend they didn’t happen... but are we alright? Can we be honest with each other now and be open and start dating?”
“Oh honey, I think we’ve been dating for a while now, it’s just that neither of us knew it until tonight,” Sharon giggled.
Andrea laughed and shook her head. “You’re impossible. Fine. Can I at least start having sex with you now? That’s a first, or have we done that too and I missed it?” Andrea waggled her eyebrows at Sharon; they had both missed this, the easy, blunt, flirtatious humour between them.
Sharon raised an eyebrow at Andrea and pursed her lips. Leave it to her to fall in love with the most infuriating woman she knew. “Well...” Sharon trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Oh, shut the hell up, Sharon,” Andrea laughed. “What do you say we make dinner, together, and enjoy a bottle of wine? And then I’m definitely taking you to bed.” Sharon shivered at the conviction in Andrea’s voice. “I want to lay you down on your bed, and spend the night making love with you,” Andrea whispered against Sharon’s lips, “and then I want to hold you until the morning.”
Sharon hummed, “I want that too.” She kissed along Andrea’s jaw, “I need to feel you, all of you.”
Andrea kissed Sharon gently, then moved away from her quickly to refrain from taking her to bed right then and there. Andrea surveyed the kitchen she’d come to know as well as her own. Rolling up her sleeves, she surveyed her companion and smiled. “Okay, dinner. What are we making?” she said, her voice trembling still from the passion of their kisses.
Sharon hopped up on the counter and crossed her legs, smiling at Andrea. “Well, there’s a fresh bottle of your favorite wine outside... how about Spanish rice and omelets, like we made a few weeks ago? I’ve got all the ingredients.”
Andrea had to resist the urge not to plant herself between Sharon’s legs as she watched her on the kitchen counter. “That, my dear, sounds delicious. I will go get the wine. You, on the other hand, need to stop...doing that. Get down. Get the stuff out.”
“Yes ma’am,” Sharon laughed and hopped off the counter, as she walked away, Andrea watched the deliberate sway of her hips. Sharon tossed her mass of auburn waves over her shoulder, throwing a smouldering look at Andrea as she went.
Both women were very much looking forward to their dessert.
***
Sharon lay on Andrea’s chest, listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat as she tried in vain to catch her breath. True to her word, Andrea had helped prepare a delicious meal with her, they had split the bottle of wine; after the dishes were washed (Andrea had insisted on completing this task alone, which left Sharon gazing appreciatively at her backside from her seat) Andrea had taken her hand, and led her to the bedroom where they’d spent most of the evening making love. Despite being physically exhausted, they still craved one another’s touch.
Sharon trailed sloppy, sweet kisses across Andrea’s breasts, making the younger woman squirm beneath her. “I do adore you,” Sharon muttered between kisses, “Every delicious inch of you.”
Andrea ran her fingers through Sharon’s hair, which was now a proper, tangled mess. “I adore you too, Sharon,” she said with that same loving, gentle tone Sharon recognized from the previous Monday evening. Sharon looked up and gazed directly in her eyes, then rested her head on Andrea’s stomach.
“I’m sorry I wasted so much time being an idiot,” she said sadly, fussing with a strand of her hair.
“No. No more apologies, remember?” Andrea pulled her up to wrap her arms around her, “You’re right. The last three months have been perfect because we’ve spent them with each other. Period, Sharon.” Andrea rolled their bodies so that Sharon’s lithe frame was under her own; both women groaned softly as their breasts pressed against one another.
Sharon’s eyes fluttered as Andrea kissed along the length of her neck. Her tongue darted out and traced wicked patterns across Sharon’s pulse point. Sharon rolled her head back and moaned, allowing Andrea better access to her neck as her hands quickly found their place on the younger woman’s hips. Andrea could already tell her hips were one of Sharon’s favourite spots on her body; Sharon had taken every opportunity this evening to caress and kiss Andrea’s curves. She could already feel the slight bruises on her hips and thighs from where Sharon had licked and sucked and caressed her as they’d made love. It was a feeling she was more than ready to grow accustomed to.
Sharon’s hands drifted towards Andrea’s ass, Sharon purred as she cupped the soft flesh. “I really, really love your ass,” she said, giggling.
Andrea smiled against Sharon’s neck. “I had no idea,” she said, deadpan. Sharon slapped her and Andrea bit her playfully in response.
“I thought you were tired, and if that leaves a mark...” Sharon chided, only half serious.
“Seems only fair since I have an array of hickeys from you all over my body.” Andrea tipped them so they were on their side, and separated their bodies just enough for Sharon to see the tiny bruises that Andrea had been referring to. A concerned look flashed across Sharon’s face but Andrea kissed her before reassuring, “I bruise easily. Don’t worry. I’m not actually complaining.”
“I’ll be more careful next time,” Sharon muttered, slightly embarrassed, as she buried her head in Andrea’s chest, another recently discovered favourite place on the blonde’s body.
“Oh, I’d really rather you not be, honey,” Andrea purred as she rubbed her back.
Sharon snuggled deeper into Andrea’s embrace; she marveled at how despite the fact that there was no physical barrier between them, she still felt like she couldn’t get close enough. “Cold?” Andrea asked as she tugged the blanket halfway up their bodies.
“No, if you hold me, I’ll be warm,” Sharon said sweetly.
“I’ll be sure not to let go then,” Andrea promised, “Wouldn’t want you freezing to death on me.”
Sharon giggled softly. “You wouldn’t let that happen, I trust you,” she said sincerely. Andrea watched as Sharon settled more comfortably against her body; as the physical exertion of their lovemaking and the languorous mood that followed wrapped itself around Sharon’s body.
Andrea wrapped herself entirely around Sharon as well, wanting desperately to contain her feisty lover in a cocoon of her love for her. With deliberate, gentle movements, she succeeded in entwining her limbs with the smaller woman’s. She watched Sharon sleep until she was convinced that she would not stir anymore, then she rested her head against her mass of messy auburn curls and shut her eyes, finally giving in to the satisfied exhaustion that threatened to overtake her body.