"Life's a Beach (3/4) - Hobbs/Raydor Fic (sequel to Catch the Wave)
Title: Life's a Beach (3/4) - sequel to Catch the Wave (it's necessary to read this first!)
Co-author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor, Rusty,
Rating: T
Word Count: 950
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. Chapter Two.
“Okay boys, beach in twenty! Get your stuff unpacked and your gear ready!” Andrea called out as she shuffled hers and Sharon’s luggage down the hall into the master bedroom. Sharon followed close behind her, admiring the decor throughout the house. Andrea pushed the door at the very end of the hall open to reveal a modern, well decorated suite with a plush, king size bed in the center of it, covered in rose petals.
“Rose petals, hmm?” Sharon smirked as she moved further into the room. “Little romantic for life with two teenage boys, don’t you think?”
Andrea dropped the bags and moved to Sharon, wrapping her arms around her. “The boys don’t need to come into our room, and this is our vacation too.” She grinned at Sharon, littering her jawline with kisses. She was grateful that Justin and Rusty were busy catching up and excitedly chatting about their plans for the week in their room down the hall, it had been a busy few days leading up to their vacation and Andrea hadn’t had the chance to see, much less indulge in making out with, her partner.
“Vacation,” Sharon moaned, “this is so heavenly. No paperwork, no investigations, no murders in the middle of the night, I may never go back to LA.”
“We can retire early,” Andrea joked between kisses as she moved to unhook Sharon’s bra.
Sharon rolled her eyes and her laugh quickly turned into another moan as Andrea nibbled on her neck as she discarded her clothes. “Andrea... we have to change...” she managed to mutter as the younger blonde backed her against the bed.
“Did you bring a bikini?” Andrea teased, lips curling into a grin against Sharon’s cheek.
“No Andrea Hobbs, I did not. I did buy a new bathing suit though.”
Andrea separated herself from Sharon’s neck. “Oh?” she prompted.
“Well, if you don’t stop fooling around, I won’t be able to put it on for you, now will I?” she reasoned. Andrea turned them around so the backs of her legs hit the bed, then she tugged Sharon’s hips towards her.
“I was being helpful. Your clothes needed removing,” Andrea reasoned as she sat on the bed and unbuttoned Sharon’s trousers, tugging them off her hips. She couldn’t stop herself from kissing the soft skin of Sharon’s slight belly as she helped Sharon shimmy out of the pants.
“Aunt Andrea, do you have any sunscreen?” Justin called. Sharon pushed Andrea down on the mattress and dashed into the bathroom just as Andrea’s nephew was knocking at their door. Taking a moment to calm her rapidly beating heart, Andrea cursed under her breath; kids really had the worst timing sometimes.
“Yeah, one second,” she answered before fishing the bottle out of her bag and heading to the door. She opened it and handed the bottle to him. “You and Rusty almost ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, we’re good to go, what’s taking you so long?” he asked, smirking. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, reminding her exactly of his father, her baby brother, when they were kids.
“Don’t,” she warned him.
“I mean, if you need a few minutes to get it out of your system...” he teased.
Andrea poked him in the chest. “Watch it buddy. You’re no better with your girlfriend when she comes over for dinner. Don’t think that I haven’t seen you two holding hands under the table, or sneaking kisses on the couch when I’m in the kitchen cooking,” she teased, narrowing her eyes at him.
Justin’s response was to playfully roll his eyes. “I was just being considerate,” he said, feigning innocence.
“Be considerate with Rusty, watch some T.V while Sharon and I get changed,” she said, closing the door on his smirking face.
“Is he gone?” Sharon asked, giggling as she poked her head out from the bathroom.
“Coward,” Andrea said, laughing. “I can’t believe you threw me under the bus like that.”
“Sorry,” Sharon said, in that way that meant she wasn’t at all sorry. “Can you hand me that bag over there, please?”
Andrea glared at her before handing over the requested bag. “The boys are ready to go so we should get moving,” she said mournfully as she unzipped her own bag and started changing into her navy blue tankini. She was smoothing down the top half of it over her stomach when she felt Sharon’s hands cup and squeeze her backside.
“I like this look on you,” Sharon said, lips ghosting the shell of Andrea’s ear.
“I like that you like this look on me,” Andrea said playfully. She turned around in Sharon’s embrace and her jaw hit the floor. Instead of her usual black one piece, she wore a bright red one piece with a deep v-neckline, highlighting Sharon’s killer cleavage and the tiny freckles that Andrea so adored. “Oh my god,” Andrea murmured.
“Do you like it?” Sharon asked shyly; she hadn’t worn a bathing suit this revealing in years.
Andrea took a step back to admire her girlfriend. “Like? I don’t think like is quite strong enough a word, my dear...” she muttered, moving to run her hands over Sharon’s hips, which were perfectly highlighted by the tight lycra material. “It’s going to take a miracle to stop me from making love to you on the beach.”
Sharon laughed, rich and deep, “Don’t, I would hate to get arrested,” she deadpanned.
Andrea rolled her eyes and backed away from Sharon, making a concerted effort not to touch her. “Come on, let’s go before I rip that thing off of you right now.”
“Yes Counselor,” Sharon winked as she grabbed her beach bag, “After you.”
Co-author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor, Rusty,
Rating: T
Word Count: 950
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. Chapter Two.
“Okay boys, beach in twenty! Get your stuff unpacked and your gear ready!” Andrea called out as she shuffled hers and Sharon’s luggage down the hall into the master bedroom. Sharon followed close behind her, admiring the decor throughout the house. Andrea pushed the door at the very end of the hall open to reveal a modern, well decorated suite with a plush, king size bed in the center of it, covered in rose petals.
“Rose petals, hmm?” Sharon smirked as she moved further into the room. “Little romantic for life with two teenage boys, don’t you think?”
Andrea dropped the bags and moved to Sharon, wrapping her arms around her. “The boys don’t need to come into our room, and this is our vacation too.” She grinned at Sharon, littering her jawline with kisses. She was grateful that Justin and Rusty were busy catching up and excitedly chatting about their plans for the week in their room down the hall, it had been a busy few days leading up to their vacation and Andrea hadn’t had the chance to see, much less indulge in making out with, her partner.
“Vacation,” Sharon moaned, “this is so heavenly. No paperwork, no investigations, no murders in the middle of the night, I may never go back to LA.”
“We can retire early,” Andrea joked between kisses as she moved to unhook Sharon’s bra.
Sharon rolled her eyes and her laugh quickly turned into another moan as Andrea nibbled on her neck as she discarded her clothes. “Andrea... we have to change...” she managed to mutter as the younger blonde backed her against the bed.
“Did you bring a bikini?” Andrea teased, lips curling into a grin against Sharon’s cheek.
“No Andrea Hobbs, I did not. I did buy a new bathing suit though.”
Andrea separated herself from Sharon’s neck. “Oh?” she prompted.
“Well, if you don’t stop fooling around, I won’t be able to put it on for you, now will I?” she reasoned. Andrea turned them around so the backs of her legs hit the bed, then she tugged Sharon’s hips towards her.
“I was being helpful. Your clothes needed removing,” Andrea reasoned as she sat on the bed and unbuttoned Sharon’s trousers, tugging them off her hips. She couldn’t stop herself from kissing the soft skin of Sharon’s slight belly as she helped Sharon shimmy out of the pants.
“Aunt Andrea, do you have any sunscreen?” Justin called. Sharon pushed Andrea down on the mattress and dashed into the bathroom just as Andrea’s nephew was knocking at their door. Taking a moment to calm her rapidly beating heart, Andrea cursed under her breath; kids really had the worst timing sometimes.
“Yeah, one second,” she answered before fishing the bottle out of her bag and heading to the door. She opened it and handed the bottle to him. “You and Rusty almost ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, we’re good to go, what’s taking you so long?” he asked, smirking. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, reminding her exactly of his father, her baby brother, when they were kids.
“Don’t,” she warned him.
“I mean, if you need a few minutes to get it out of your system...” he teased.
Andrea poked him in the chest. “Watch it buddy. You’re no better with your girlfriend when she comes over for dinner. Don’t think that I haven’t seen you two holding hands under the table, or sneaking kisses on the couch when I’m in the kitchen cooking,” she teased, narrowing her eyes at him.
Justin’s response was to playfully roll his eyes. “I was just being considerate,” he said, feigning innocence.
“Be considerate with Rusty, watch some T.V while Sharon and I get changed,” she said, closing the door on his smirking face.
“Is he gone?” Sharon asked, giggling as she poked her head out from the bathroom.
“Coward,” Andrea said, laughing. “I can’t believe you threw me under the bus like that.”
“Sorry,” Sharon said, in that way that meant she wasn’t at all sorry. “Can you hand me that bag over there, please?”
Andrea glared at her before handing over the requested bag. “The boys are ready to go so we should get moving,” she said mournfully as she unzipped her own bag and started changing into her navy blue tankini. She was smoothing down the top half of it over her stomach when she felt Sharon’s hands cup and squeeze her backside.
“I like this look on you,” Sharon said, lips ghosting the shell of Andrea’s ear.
“I like that you like this look on me,” Andrea said playfully. She turned around in Sharon’s embrace and her jaw hit the floor. Instead of her usual black one piece, she wore a bright red one piece with a deep v-neckline, highlighting Sharon’s killer cleavage and the tiny freckles that Andrea so adored. “Oh my god,” Andrea murmured.
“Do you like it?” Sharon asked shyly; she hadn’t worn a bathing suit this revealing in years.
Andrea took a step back to admire her girlfriend. “Like? I don’t think like is quite strong enough a word, my dear...” she muttered, moving to run her hands over Sharon’s hips, which were perfectly highlighted by the tight lycra material. “It’s going to take a miracle to stop me from making love to you on the beach.”
Sharon laughed, rich and deep, “Don’t, I would hate to get arrested,” she deadpanned.
Andrea rolled her eyes and backed away from Sharon, making a concerted effort not to touch her. “Come on, let’s go before I rip that thing off of you right now.”
“Yes Counselor,” Sharon winked as she grabbed her beach bag, “After you.”