"Life's a Beach (2/4) - Hobbs/Raydor Fic (sequel to Catch the Wave)
Title: Life's a Beach (2/4) - sequel to Catch the Wave (it's necessary to read this first!)
Co-author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor, Rusty,
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 280
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show
A/N: rococoms is at it again, sending us irresistible prompts! This time she asked for: Follow up fic. Rusty stressed about trial. Sharon stressed about Rusty. Andrea takes Sharon and Rusty to Hawaii or Catalina for vacation. Return of the big floppy hat. She buys Andrea one after she gets burned in the sun. Pool bars. Cabanas. Hikes through rainforest. We hope you like it! As always, thanks to my co-author of awesome. Chapter One.
Andrea sat on the edge of the bed as she pulled her top off. She still had no idea why Sharon was so upset about the suggested vacation. She sighed as she tossed the shirt and jeans she had been wearing in the laundry hamper and lay down, too lazy to finish changing into her pajamas. Sharon came out of the bathroom, her long waves piled on top of her head in a bun, her feet still clad in her heavy black UGG boots. Andrea smiled weakly as she watched her walk to the bed. Even when she was mad at her, Sharon made her grin.
“Sharon...” she said quietly, as Sharon sat down on her side of the bed, back facing her.
“I know. We need to talk,” Sharon countered just as quietly as she pulled her boots off and climbed into bed, her feet still covered in socks. Andrea snapped her bra off and grabbed her oversized t-shirt at the foot of the bed, hastily tugging it on before joining Sharon under the covers. Sharon plucked the clip from atop her head and Andrea watched as her messy waves tumbled down her shoulders. “Let me start off by apologizing for reacting so strongly, and so negatively. I’m touched that you want to take Rusty and I on vacation-”
“But?” Andrea sighed.
“But there are a lot of things to consider, most of which I brought up when I reacted initially,” Sharon said. “And then there are other things to consider too. More...personal things,”she admitted. They were committed, they were living together on weekends, but this was new to them, in the eight months that they’d been together, they hadn’t gone on a family vacation. In fact, the last time she had gone on a family vacation, Sharon’s son and daughter had been toddlers, and she’d still been with Jack. That had been well over twenty years ago.
“I’m sorry if I came across as controlling by insisting I take you both on a trip, that wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to surprise you both, and take your minds off of the Stroh case for a few days,” she said softly as she entwined Sharon’s hand with her own. “And I knew if I brought it up to you first, you’d insist on splitting the cost. I don’t want that, I want to take you both away from LA, from Stroh, from all of the bullshit, and just spend time with you.”
“Andrea,” Sharon sighed, “that is insanely sweet of you, and I love you for it, but I am not letting you spend thousands of dollars on us like that. It’s not fair,” she insisted.
Andrea tugged Sharon closer to her so she could rain kisses across Sharon’s chin and cheek. “You two are worth every last penny. It’s not about the money Sharon, I have more than enough to take us to Hawaii and back ten times over before it would affect my savings in a significant way. It’s the point, you two have become my family; you’re both hurting and I just want to take care of you.”
Sharon lay against Andrea in silence for a moment, trying to find the right words. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, or that she didn’t appreciate Andrea’s gesture, she had just never been taken care of before. Being married to Jack was a chore of sorts; she was always the caretaker, whether it was for their children or for him. If there was a birthday party, Sharon planned it, if there was a family trip, Sharon paid for it. Jack had never been responsible enough with his time or money to provide for his family. Sharon was entirely unaccustomed to this feeling.
“I... okay. I will let you take care of us,” she whispered, her nerves present in her voice. She clung desperately to Andrea, the statement carrying more gravity than she wanted it to.
“Honey...” Andrea sighed, combing her fingers through Sharon’s hair as she held her. The ways in which Jack Raydor had broken Sharon’s heart were immeasurable. Some days Andrea wanted to kill him for it. “Sharon. This is what family does. This is what equal partners do. Let me do this for our family, please. This is how I can help you and Rusty. Let me help you.”
Tears threatened to spill down Sharon’s cheeks as the tenderness in Andrea’s voice wrapped around her like a warm embrace. “Okay,” she muttered against Andrea’s shoulder, squeezing her eyelids together to stop the tears from falling, “Okay. Take us away, please.”
Andrea kissed her forehead and ran her hands down the length of her back. “Hawaii will be fun. Rusty can practice his surfing skills. I was thinking we could even let him invite Justin along if he wants and if my brother and sister-in-law agree to it.” She smiled against Sharon’s temple, changing the subject to a lighter topic. She wanted this vacation to be something positive, not another thing that broke Sharon’s heart. There’d been enough of that happening lately as it was.
“Rusty would love that,” Sharon agreed, “They’ve really taken to each other.”
“Yeah, and you know, Hawaii is really hot. Guess you’ll have to pack all your shorts and swimsuits for the trip?” Andrea grinned against the top of Sharon’s head.
Sharon chuckled. “That’s what this is all about isn’t it? You just want to see me in casual shorts all day and not my suits.”
“I love you in your suits,” Andrea kissed down Sharon’s forehead, “I love you in jeans,” across her cheek, “I love you in absolutely nothing at all,” at the corner of her parted lips. “But I would very much like to see you in short shorts and a bikini, as often as possible.” She captured Sharon’s lips in a soft, slow kiss.
“Mmmm, I’m afraid I don’t own a bikini,” Sharon hummed as they parted. “Guess my one piece will have to do?”
Andrea considered this for a moment. “If I bought you a bikini...” but Sharon’s glare put an end to her sentence.
“Is all the lingerie not enough? God knows you’ve bought enough of it for me to last me a lifetime.”
Andrea grinned goofily. “I like you in lace,” she said simply. Sharon wiggled against her and Andrea reminded, "Rusty is probably still awake."
Sharon laughed as she rolled over so she was sitting on top of Andrea. “I feel like me in a two piece anything is a visual I’d like to keep in the bedroom. I mean, do you really want all of Hawaii to see me half-naked?”
“No,” Andrea said quickly as she grasped Sharon’s hips possessively. She couldn’t help herself, she was insanely jealous when it came to Sharon. She trusted Sharon, of course, but whenever Andrea caught someone else - man or woman - ogling Sharon, she had the overwhelming urge to strangle them with her bare hands. Sharon of course knew this about her and at first she laughed it off, but like all of Andrea’s quirks, Sharon just couldn’t resist teasing her about them.
Andrea caught Sharon’s smirk. “You are an evil, evil woman Sharon Raydor,” Andrea growled as her fingertips inched up Sharon’s top.
“Perhaps,” Sharon gasped as Andrea’s fingertips made contact with her belly. “I thought you didn’t want to?” she teased as Andrea rolled them so that Sharon was beneath her.
Andrea nosed aside Sharon’s thick waves to suck at the pulse point on her neck. “Use a pillow to keep quiet,” she sassed as she travelled further down her lover’s body, tugging Sharon’s pajama bottoms as she went.
Co-author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor, Rusty,
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 280
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show
A/N: rococoms is at it again, sending us irresistible prompts! This time she asked for: Follow up fic. Rusty stressed about trial. Sharon stressed about Rusty. Andrea takes Sharon and Rusty to Hawaii or Catalina for vacation. Return of the big floppy hat. She buys Andrea one after she gets burned in the sun. Pool bars. Cabanas. Hikes through rainforest. We hope you like it! As always, thanks to my co-author of awesome. Chapter One.
Andrea sat on the edge of the bed as she pulled her top off. She still had no idea why Sharon was so upset about the suggested vacation. She sighed as she tossed the shirt and jeans she had been wearing in the laundry hamper and lay down, too lazy to finish changing into her pajamas. Sharon came out of the bathroom, her long waves piled on top of her head in a bun, her feet still clad in her heavy black UGG boots. Andrea smiled weakly as she watched her walk to the bed. Even when she was mad at her, Sharon made her grin.
“Sharon...” she said quietly, as Sharon sat down on her side of the bed, back facing her.
“I know. We need to talk,” Sharon countered just as quietly as she pulled her boots off and climbed into bed, her feet still covered in socks. Andrea snapped her bra off and grabbed her oversized t-shirt at the foot of the bed, hastily tugging it on before joining Sharon under the covers. Sharon plucked the clip from atop her head and Andrea watched as her messy waves tumbled down her shoulders. “Let me start off by apologizing for reacting so strongly, and so negatively. I’m touched that you want to take Rusty and I on vacation-”
“But?” Andrea sighed.
“But there are a lot of things to consider, most of which I brought up when I reacted initially,” Sharon said. “And then there are other things to consider too. More...personal things,”she admitted. They were committed, they were living together on weekends, but this was new to them, in the eight months that they’d been together, they hadn’t gone on a family vacation. In fact, the last time she had gone on a family vacation, Sharon’s son and daughter had been toddlers, and she’d still been with Jack. That had been well over twenty years ago.
“I’m sorry if I came across as controlling by insisting I take you both on a trip, that wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to surprise you both, and take your minds off of the Stroh case for a few days,” she said softly as she entwined Sharon’s hand with her own. “And I knew if I brought it up to you first, you’d insist on splitting the cost. I don’t want that, I want to take you both away from LA, from Stroh, from all of the bullshit, and just spend time with you.”
“Andrea,” Sharon sighed, “that is insanely sweet of you, and I love you for it, but I am not letting you spend thousands of dollars on us like that. It’s not fair,” she insisted.
Andrea tugged Sharon closer to her so she could rain kisses across Sharon’s chin and cheek. “You two are worth every last penny. It’s not about the money Sharon, I have more than enough to take us to Hawaii and back ten times over before it would affect my savings in a significant way. It’s the point, you two have become my family; you’re both hurting and I just want to take care of you.”
Sharon lay against Andrea in silence for a moment, trying to find the right words. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, or that she didn’t appreciate Andrea’s gesture, she had just never been taken care of before. Being married to Jack was a chore of sorts; she was always the caretaker, whether it was for their children or for him. If there was a birthday party, Sharon planned it, if there was a family trip, Sharon paid for it. Jack had never been responsible enough with his time or money to provide for his family. Sharon was entirely unaccustomed to this feeling.
“I... okay. I will let you take care of us,” she whispered, her nerves present in her voice. She clung desperately to Andrea, the statement carrying more gravity than she wanted it to.
“Honey...” Andrea sighed, combing her fingers through Sharon’s hair as she held her. The ways in which Jack Raydor had broken Sharon’s heart were immeasurable. Some days Andrea wanted to kill him for it. “Sharon. This is what family does. This is what equal partners do. Let me do this for our family, please. This is how I can help you and Rusty. Let me help you.”
Tears threatened to spill down Sharon’s cheeks as the tenderness in Andrea’s voice wrapped around her like a warm embrace. “Okay,” she muttered against Andrea’s shoulder, squeezing her eyelids together to stop the tears from falling, “Okay. Take us away, please.”
Andrea kissed her forehead and ran her hands down the length of her back. “Hawaii will be fun. Rusty can practice his surfing skills. I was thinking we could even let him invite Justin along if he wants and if my brother and sister-in-law agree to it.” She smiled against Sharon’s temple, changing the subject to a lighter topic. She wanted this vacation to be something positive, not another thing that broke Sharon’s heart. There’d been enough of that happening lately as it was.
“Rusty would love that,” Sharon agreed, “They’ve really taken to each other.”
“Yeah, and you know, Hawaii is really hot. Guess you’ll have to pack all your shorts and swimsuits for the trip?” Andrea grinned against the top of Sharon’s head.
Sharon chuckled. “That’s what this is all about isn’t it? You just want to see me in casual shorts all day and not my suits.”
“I love you in your suits,” Andrea kissed down Sharon’s forehead, “I love you in jeans,” across her cheek, “I love you in absolutely nothing at all,” at the corner of her parted lips. “But I would very much like to see you in short shorts and a bikini, as often as possible.” She captured Sharon’s lips in a soft, slow kiss.
“Mmmm, I’m afraid I don’t own a bikini,” Sharon hummed as they parted. “Guess my one piece will have to do?”
Andrea considered this for a moment. “If I bought you a bikini...” but Sharon’s glare put an end to her sentence.
“Is all the lingerie not enough? God knows you’ve bought enough of it for me to last me a lifetime.”
Andrea grinned goofily. “I like you in lace,” she said simply. Sharon wiggled against her and Andrea reminded, "Rusty is probably still awake."
Sharon laughed as she rolled over so she was sitting on top of Andrea. “I feel like me in a two piece anything is a visual I’d like to keep in the bedroom. I mean, do you really want all of Hawaii to see me half-naked?”
“No,” Andrea said quickly as she grasped Sharon’s hips possessively. She couldn’t help herself, she was insanely jealous when it came to Sharon. She trusted Sharon, of course, but whenever Andrea caught someone else - man or woman - ogling Sharon, she had the overwhelming urge to strangle them with her bare hands. Sharon of course knew this about her and at first she laughed it off, but like all of Andrea’s quirks, Sharon just couldn’t resist teasing her about them.
Andrea caught Sharon’s smirk. “You are an evil, evil woman Sharon Raydor,” Andrea growled as her fingertips inched up Sharon’s top.
“Perhaps,” Sharon gasped as Andrea’s fingertips made contact with her belly. “I thought you didn’t want to?” she teased as Andrea rolled them so that Sharon was beneath her.
Andrea nosed aside Sharon’s thick waves to suck at the pulse point on her neck. “Use a pillow to keep quiet,” she sassed as she travelled further down her lover’s body, tugging Sharon’s pajama bottoms as she went.