A/N: Wuhuu, finally an update ;) Hope you enjoy the two idiots.
/POWER OF ATTOURNEY/
"I can feel you brooding," Sharon Raydor said, her voice sounding tired with a hint of snippy accusation, the words punctuated as if she had patiently been trying to ignore his twisting and turning but in the end failed. Her bedroom was only as dark as the outside city light permitted, her curtains too thin to filter away much let alone the night-light of a large city.
"Good," Andrew Flynn bit out grumpily, neither the least bit tired nor the least bit apologetic about his insomnia predicament.
Andy was at that moment lying on his back, arms behind his head and eyes focused on a dark spot on Sharon's bedroom ceiling; a second ago he had been on his right side eyes focused on the back of her head and the second before that he had been on the other side staring at the alarm clock on the night stand. The red digits slowly changing had only seemed degrading to him, gloating that he had yet to find even a bit of peace to fall asleep with. He was contemplating turning around and lying on his stomach, hiding his face into a pillow so his vision would be blurred.
Sharon sighed and he could feel the covers rustle, "Well, grumpy head, I can't sleep when you are turning this and that way every other second, sighing loudly and grunting." She paused and Andy felt her body turn around towards him, the extra warmth when she neared his own body under the covers. Her hand was warm when it landed on his naked chest, "What's wrong?"
"I've got a bad taste in my mouth."
"Then go brush your teeth, honey."
"It's not that kind of bad taste."
Sharon sighed again, the noise annoying him so close to his ear. This time it sounded impatient, more a huff than a sigh, he thought.
"Then why don't you go sleep on the sofa if you have to brood that loudly," she turned around again, her back to him, a little exhalation of exasperation, "Or better yet, go back to your own place."
Andy ignored her moody comment and continued to stare at her ceiling, certain the dark spot had moved.
He sighed loudly.
"You've ever dealt with Garnett before?" he asked after a minute had gone by and he was still no closer to sleep or peace. Her breaths were still not evened out and he knew she was awake.
"What?" she mumbled groggily.
"DDA Martin Garnett – you know the idiot?"
"Andy," she hissed, his name sounding like a curse, "It's 3 am and my alarm is set to go off in less than two hours – please just go to sleep or at the very least shut up and let me sleep."
Andy turned on his side, head in his hand as he glared at the back of her head and the form of her curled into a half crescent under the cover. He nestled closer to her under the cover, slipped his hand along the curve of her waist and then walked his fingers just below her ribcage in a dance he knew she would find ticklish; sure enough it elicited a little squeal and she shrugged away from his touch, complaining with an annoyed hum. The action, however, got Andy exactly what he wanted; Sharon turning around to his side and regarding him, her head in her hand in imitation of him.
"Do you know a Martin Garnett?" he asked again, able to differentiate the spark of ire in her look.
"Of course I know DDA Garnett," she said as if it was the most well-established fact in the universe. It was a tone that felt condescending.
"Well, how incompetent is he, from a scale of very to outrageously?"
"The idiot DDA's the reason we've been forced to show our suspect and his crooked lawyer what evidence we have against his client; can you believe it! It's fucking ridiculous. Now our little rapist wants a deal where he gets fucking 8 years for rape and murder because he quite so conveniently got a partner who apparently did the rapes and murder. What a blast, huh. Fucking lawyers," Andy ended his rant with a sigh.
"Honey – you have to start from the beginning if you want me to follow," Sharon responded, her voice having transformed from annoyed to soothing.
Andy landed on his back and stared up at the ceiling again, briefly annoyed when her hand was once again on his chest, rubbing it in circles. "Martin did what?"
"Oh, it's Martin," he felt furious now, his voice slick with sarcasm.
"Oh stop it. There's nothing wrong with calling someone by their name," she defended herself, "I've dealt with him quite a lot through my work and he's always been capable and professional. He did an amazing job on the Hillsbury case; you remember that, a few years back."
"Give Martin a fucking medal then," he ground out between his clenched jaw, "Mr. wonder-lawyer is screwing up our case and you're singing his praises."
"I don't know your case," Sharon replied, her voice starting to sound just like his, her hand gone from his chest, "I don't know the specifics and I'm not involved so why are you acting as if it's my fault?"
"Really, you sure your friend Martin hasn't told you all over a cup of friendly coffee."
Sharon did not reply.
Andy continued, on a roll, "You fucked him didn't you? A young smartass lawyer."
"Oh yes, we've fucked and everything," her voice was sardonic and low-pitched.
"Doesn't surprise me much," Andy gritted his teeth, "you do love your lawyers."
There was silence for a short second, just enough time for him to regret saying anything at all.
Andy felt the cover rustle, felt the bed dip and then he watched as Sharon got out of the bed, angry motions.
"Where are you going?" he asked her, his voice still angry.
"What's it to you?"
"Heck, if you're gonna go sleep on the sofa, why don't you just kick me out instead? Save you the trouble of a sore back."
"I'm going for a glass of water and when I come back," her voice was ice and she did not spare him a glance as she walked toward the door, "to my own bed, you better be fast asleep like the dead or gone altogether."
Fuck, he thought, rubbing a hand across his eyes. How to screw things up in under a second; he should write a fucking memoir.
Andy quickly got up from the bed and followed Sharon out into the hallway, his eyes on her back as she strode towards the kitchen.
"Listen, Sharon, I'm sorry – I didn't mean it," Andy apologized.
Sharon spun on the spot, "You never mean it and yet you always end up saying something hurtful."
Andy threw his hands up in the air, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Now please, just come back to bed with me. I'm going to shut up, I promise. I'm going to lie completely still and not say another word until the alarm wakes you," he paused, "In fact I'm going to wake you with a cup of coffee in bed, huh. How about that?"
Sharon sighed, "I'll be there in a second."
Andy nodded and went back to bed, once again on his back and staring at the ceiling. This time he was sure the dark spot had indeed moved.
After a minute of watching the spot, Sharon joined him again, a low sigh warm and close to him when she crawled under the covers again. She surprised him when her head landed on one side of his chest and her hand on the other, her arm across him in a comforting embrace.
Her hand tenderly travelled up and down, soft all the way down to his hip and up again as she pressed herself against him.
"So, you were brooding about the case?" her voice came close to his ear.
"I'm sorry," she said, lips on his neck now pressing down a kiss. Andy took her hand, intertwined his fingers with hers, pulling her closer to him.
"Me too," he whispered back, "It has nothing to do with you. It's just that creep – you know he called his fucking lawyer when the responding officers had him surrounded up in a three. Little bastard."
"Shh," she rubbed her hand across his chest, "Just close your eyes and let it go until morning."
Andy closed his eyes and tried to breathe slowly.
"How's your throat?" Sharon mumbled sleepily a second after – he had complained about it yesterday.
"I'll make you some chamomile tea tomorrow. How about that?"
Andy squeezed her hand, "I'll stop brooding now so you can sleep."
He felt the smile against his skin and the mumbled 'okay'.
She fell asleep quicker than he had anticipated. His eyes were open once again and fastened to the ceiling and the damned spot.
Andrew Flynn rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time in the span of a very few hours, leaning sourly against the cold wall of the morgue as he stared at the chief's sister-in-law, self-proclaimed idiot-psychic. Needless to say his mood was in a pit.
The petite woman had grabbed his hand by force as they had entered the convenience store earlier, forcing her voodoo-abilities unto him without even asking whether he wanted a bogus tale of his life or not. It hadn't helped that she had told him his past was a dark mountain of ravens – whatever the hell that meant – nor when she had smiled knowingly and told him to watch out for his temper, patting his arm as if he was a pet-dog.
His temper was doing just fine.
Back at Parker Center he was forced to continue babysitting and they had ended up in the morgue where Andy sullenly watched her talking to a corpse. Morales's eyebrows were going higher and higher into his hairline until they disappeared altogether, the medical examiner out of familiar water as well. Fucking psychics.
Sharon Raydor answered on the fourth ring, "Yeeees," she sounded busy.
"You have to save me," Andy told her without any preamble, rolling his eyes again when Claire shrieked with what sounded like a psychic revelation or something. At this rate his eyes would be permanently stuck at the back of his head. "I'll do anything – and I mean anything – if you will come and save me from this hell-hole."
Sharon talked to someone else over the phone and Andy grunted as he waited for her to come back on the line.
"What's that, lieutenant Flynn?" she asked in her formal tone.
"I've been taken as a hostage," he grumbled, keeping his voice low so neither Morales nor the freaky chick heard him.
"You what?" Sharon sounded panicked; which meant she was definitely paying him attention now instead of chattering away with whoever she was talking to.
"I've been taken hostage by a freaking psychic. The chief's forcing me to babysit her sister-in-law and now she has me trapped in the morgue. She's screaming at dead people, did I mention that?"
Andy heard the exhalation Sharon breathed over the phone with, "Have you been drugged? You are not making any sense." She talked to someone else again, the voice low in a way that suggested she had a hand over her phone. Andy was able to distinguish what she said however, "No, sir – it's nothing. Prank call, I'm sure. Yes, I'll end it."
"Andy," she hissed in an even lower voice, "What do you want?"
"Please, come rescue me. I'll be forever in your favor."
"Where are you?"
"I really don't have time, lieutenant."
"Sha-ron, ple-a-se," Andy begged, stepping further away from the commotion that had suddenly erupted when Morales had tried to step in between the body and Claire, "You know how I feel about psychics."
"Absolutely, Chief," Sharon said in a polite high-pitched tone and Andy rolled his eyes – what, she couldn't spare a few seconds to have a phone call conversation with him, "Yes," she fake-laughed, "I'm sure the lieutenant will be fine on his own."
Sharon then proceeded to hang up.
Andy stared at the disconnected display of his phone, shocked.
She fucking hung up.
He huffed, crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall once again; eyes narrowed dead-set on the two other people in the room. Morales gave him a pleading look and all Andy could give in return was a shrug. The chief would surely send Andy on desk-duty if he locked her sister-in-law in a cooler for the remainder of the day, not to mention how agent Howard would feel about it.
After a few minutes however, Andy was becoming comfortable with the idea of a desk job and had just taken one step towards Claire with the intention of locking her away in the cooler when his phone rang.
"What?" he grumpily answered Sharon, leaning back against the wall with a frustrated grunt.
"I am so sorry," she breathed, "our delightful Chief and the Mayor were visiting I.A."
"So – they are royal pains. Clearly under the impression that it should be insubordinate to answer your work phone when they're small-talking to you. When I say small-talk, I mean two old men trying to look down my blouse."
Andy couldn't help but smile, "Yeah that sounds like the top brass alright."
"So, how can I be of service?" her voice was smooth.
"In a lot of ways – most of them explicit," Andy promptly answered, grinning, "Though first, could you bring me a cup of coffee?"
"I'm not your secretary."
"I'm stuck, Sharon," he sighed, "in the morgue with a disgruntled medical examiner and a cheerful psychic who makes ecstasy sound dull and I haven't had coffee since early morning. Pretty soon I won't be able to answer for my actions and you'll have to deal with the fallout. I'm on the brink of manhandling civilians here, honest to god."
Sharon laughed, "It's your specialty, isn't it – manhandling civilians?"
"That and certain villainous police personnel."
"Can't you talk your way out of the situation? Why don't you use your natural charm?"
"You said I had none, remember?"
She laughed again.
Andy cursed under his breath, "You just remember when you arrest me for murder that you're technically to blame."
He imagined she rolled her eyes.
"Andy," Sharon said, her voice sly, "what are you going to do for me?"
"What's in it for me? What is a cup of coffee worth?"
"Anything! I said that when I called you."
"Anything! Really?" now her voice sounded ominous.
"That's what I said," Andy grumbled, "Geez Louise, just come and deliver me from hell alright."
"Just a second, honey, I need to find my broom first," she replied flippantly and hung up again.
Andy pursed his lips, phone crushed in one hand. Claire wanted to see other dead bodies now, Morales refusing to open the cooler and let her in. Andy shook his head; maybe he should have called the chief and told her the psychic was in the middle of mishandling evidence.
Morales mouthed 'Help me' and Andy shrugged in return; no way he was getting in between that freaky chick and another person again. The convenience store had been enough crazy for him.
"Here you go," came a little whisper next to him after a good five minutes, a large Styrofoam cup of coffee in front of him and Sharon standing to the side with a goofy smile.
"Thank god," Andy said and grabbed the cup right out of her hand, slurping down the too hot liquid before he could reconsider; he burned his tongue. "Ouch."
Sharon rolled her eyes, "Do I need to remind you that coffee is usually hot?"
"Yeah, please do – my brain has obviously left me altogether this fine day," Andy grumbled.
"You are so sexy when you are all moody," she countered, her eyebrow arched at him and her lips pursed.
Andy watched out of the corner of his eyes how Morales had given up on being passive, his hands now on Claire's shoulders and pushing her forcibly away from the cooler. Andy tipped the Styrofoam cup at Sharon and sipped, this time cautiously.
Sharon leaned towards him with one hand curling around his forearm and her lips pursed in feigned sadness, "What, no hello-there-stranger kiss?"
Andy grumbled for good measure and then surprised her when he leaned towards her, a hand under her jaw as he kissed her hard. Her little surprised gasp quickly turned into a hum and she stepped even closer to him.
"That better?" he groused when he broke away.
"Yes," she nodded, her eyes crinkled with mirth.
Andy smiled at her, fascinated by the smile he received in turn.
"Uh, who's this?" said Claire, suddenly standing right before them with her annoying wide eyes and her freaky psychic smile zoomed in on Sharon.
Sharon lifted an eyebrow.
"Don't you know already?" Andy snarked at Claire.
"I'm here to see Dr. Morales," Sharon said, producing another cup of coffee from behind her back and when she stepped around Claire, Morales's mouth split apart in a relieved smile, "Captain."
"Doctor," Sharon replied back, holding the coffee out for him.
Andy shook his head, surprised.
"I see," Claire erupted next to Andy, hanging onto his arm with an iron grip as her eyes squeezed to two small slits. "a marriage, uhhh – and an affair."
Andy rolled his eyes.
"Uh, there's more – yes, a red line. There's a red line."
"C'mon Claire," Andy bit out, "Let's get back to the murder room."
Claire followed him happily none the wiser, a cheerful wave at Morales and Sharon who both looked back with blank faces. Andy gave a shrug as a farewell as he held up the coffee in Sharon's direction as a thank you.
She waved back at him, obviously trying not to break out in laughter.
It was going to be a long day.
Andrew Flynn smiled mischievously when Sharon Raydor opened her front door clad only in a silk robe, her bare legs even more enticing than the green color of the thin garment. Andy took his time gazing at her slowly from top to toe till she was sufficiently red-faced; his smile only broadening when she gripped his sleeve and pulled him inside. "C'mon inside before you lose your jaw to the ground," she said with a flush across her cheeks.
Andy lifted the bag of take-away in his hands as he stepped through the doorway, "I've got the noodles from your favorite place as you requested."
Sharon smiled, "I'll go put on some clothes."
Andy gave her a confused look, "No need – I prefer you like this."
She laughed, turning her back to him and walking in the direction of her kitchen. "No, absolutely not. I'm not sitting in practically nothing while you sit comfortably clothed."
"I can take my clothes off if it will make you feel more at ease?"
When she turned around with her hands on her hips and a half narrowed glare, Andy slipped an arm around her waist and put his lips on hers. "Please keep your silk robe on," he breathed close to her lips, on them again as they kissed more. "Think of it as foreplay, huh," he whispered against her lips, on the verge of letting the take-away fall to the floor so he could devour her instead.
Andy did not feel the slightest bit hungry, not anymore – at least not for noodles unless Sharon decided to wear them.
She laughed, her hand warm as she caressed the edge of his jaw for a second. "If you insist," she smirked.
"I've never insisted more vehemently in my life," he nodded eagerly.
"You look dapper today," Sharon said over her shoulder, Andy's eyes on the back of her nude thighs as she walked into her kitchen, "I do love you in a pinstriped suit."
Andy threw the bag of take-away haphazardly onto the kitchen counter and in three strides he had his arms around Sharon, two more and she was sitting on the counter, her bare legs around him and her hands in his hair as he kissed her thoroughly hello.
"I've missed you," Andy said, his hands around her knees.
Sharon giggled, "You saw me yesterday."
"Yeah – it's a lifetime ago."
They kissed again, her legs around him bringing him closer. Her fingers sneaked from the back of his hair and went around his tie and collar, and for a second he thought she was about to divest him of the garments but then she hesitated, "Mm – maybe you should leave these on."
Andy arched an eyebrow.
"I like your outfit," she breathed, her back arching as she sat up straighter, her hands purposefully on his belt and buckle instead. "I think we'll just remove the clothing necessary to our lovemaking, hmm," she took his badge and placed it on the counter, far out of reach. Next came his gun and its holster, her pale slender finger around his weapon eliciting a coiled feeling in his groin. The gun came to rest next to his badge, her eyes on him with a veiled look. The handcuffs she dangled in front of him for a second before they joined the other items. Then his belt came off, her fingers letting it fall to the floor as she looked at him, a look in the depths of her eyes he fell rather hard in love with.
Andy curled his hands around her thighs, circling higher and higher up as he caressed them. He wondered whether she had underwear on, his fingers going around and instead he caressed his way higher up along her inner thighs till he reached the junction of her legs. The band of underwear surprised him; he had been almost positive she was all bare. Well, he thought with a wicked grin, they were the least of his troubles because just then Sharon unzipped his trousers and they fell to the floor, pooling at his ankles.
"Step out of them," she commanded, her eyes on his lower body.
Andy obliged, getting rid of his underwear and shoes as well. Naked from the waist and down, "Is this what the Captain wants?" he asked her, spreading his arms out wide, his voice laced with humor and that little tingle of lust that made it sound gravelly.
She hummed, her fingers curling around the end of his tie and then she pulled him towards her, her lips meeting his just as she had her legs firmly around his middle.
Andy felt the little squeal in the kiss when he grasped her ass and hoisted her up. They both laughed as he carried her away from the kitchen, a bit unsteady on his legs. Fortunately the sofa was not far away and they tumbled to it, him on top and her beneath.
He hastily slipped her underwear off, the thin little thing easily sliding off once she lifted her hips.
Tugging the belt of her robe even more loose, he managed to push the robe away from her shoulders. No bra – he grinned, his mouth eagerly latching onto a nipple.
A hand tugged on his tie and he looked up, caught her pursing her lips; he crawled further up her body and gave her the kiss she wanted.
"You are in a good mood, huh," he whispered, enjoying the light in her eyes and the seemingly easy way they could talk and kiss, her legs opening up further. He smiled at the invitation and slipped inside her with a grunt.
She smiled, "I'm always in a good mood. You are the moody one, remember."
Andy shook his head and in retaliation, he gripped her hips and burrowed into her in a fast rhythm that had her suddenly hitch her breath, her head falling back on a cushion. He kept the rhythm, enjoying simply fucking her a bit roughly, her nails leaving a trail of pain down his back.
She laughed and met his trusts, a devious smile on her lips.
"Shit, you are as fickle as Provenza," he complained, a quick kiss to her neck.
"Fickle?" she breathed.
"You don't remember how you snubbed me yesterday, walking past me with barely a hello?"
Her smile changed, soft, "I was surrounded by a dozen sergeants if you recall."
"I do – every single one of them locked on your ass the moment you turned your back to them – just so you know."
She rolled her eyes, "How would you know being busy staring at it yourself?"
"I know because anyone with a dick would stare."
She pouted, "Can we please get back to fucking?"
Andy glibly saluted her, "Aye, aye" and they rustled around, the small sofa making it almost awkward but they managed to change places, Sharon sitting on top of him, her breasts nicely within reach. Andy immediately took the opportunity, kneading them as she rolled her hips and hummed.
"Apropos moody," Andy started up conversationally, "I think Provenza's seeing someone."
Sharon gave him a look.
Andy ignored it, "He's been awfully grumpy as of late," before she could protest Andy explained, "Grumpier than usual I might add before you begin protesting. Today he came in at 12 pm, greeting everyone a good morning. Can you believe it? The idiot has never been that late before or that cheerful. It's real weird I tell you, and you know what? – he was wearing a brand-new tie. I think he's gone mental - with love. Or something."
"I cannot believe you want to talk about my arch nemesis when I'm trying to fuck you," Sharon huffed, the little tug of the corner of her mouth betraying her pretend annoyance.
Andy grinned – he loved when she said obscene words like fuck or bullshit. With a feigned pout, he complained, "I thought I was your arch nemesis."
Sharon leaned down, her breasts on his clothed chest, her hand around his tie and tightening; shit, she would end up strangling him if he wasn't careful, "I thought so too," she drawled, the voice low and suave, "but you are being too nice and talkative right now to even be considered the least bit fiendish."
"So, you want a fiendish fuck?" he challenged her, knowing exactly where she was going.
She hummed, "Oh yes."
Andy arched an eyebrow, "You wanna role-play?"
She shook her head, "No, I want to fuck not small-talk."
They both laughed.
Andy put two fingers in his mouth and then with Sharon watching him her smile coy he found her clit, flicking every time she sat down on him, her eyes closing and her mouth opening.
He was going to enjoy watching her come.
"Hey boys, how's the devil doing?" Andrew Flynn asked casually around his beloved toothpick, giving the three musketeers a sarcastic grin. The three sergeants, Sharon Raydor's little flying monkeys, crossed their arms in sync as they glared back at him with disdain they only dared to display because Andy was on their turf, the I.A break room otherwise empty.
Andy strolled further inside the room even if his hope of catching Sharon hiding here had gone drastically down a drain; the little weasels would most certainly be of aware of her elusive whereabouts however and that was the reason he lingered, trying on a friendly smile even if it was directed at three sergeants who had no lost love for him. But he was at wit's end, having looked in the entire damn building for her, places he knew she frequented and places he knew she loved. He had even texted her once when she had failed to answer his phone call. They had to talk, preferable before she had too much time to fan her indignation and blow everything out of proportion.
"She is doing just fine," Elliot said with an indignant sneer, his face screwed up in a frown when the kid realized he had responded to Andy's devil-comment without correcting him.
Andy smiled wide, "Oh yeah – you know where I can find her?" He found the question simple and for once he was asking politely and not intimidating Sharon's detectives as she always accused him of; he was being downright civil.
Despite Andy's efforts to appear polite, Davis merely shrugged noncommittally and Ray pretended not to be aware of his presence anymore, walking with his back turned towards the coffee machine. That left Elliot who continued to scowl at Andy, annoyed lines that only deepened the longer Andy stayed in the break room.
Andy sighed, "Well, has she clocked out?"
"If the Captain isn't answering her phone I think there's a good reason for that," Elliot told him, voice snide and condescending. The arched eyebrow the kid threw at Andy almost stung and for a brief second Andy considered actually going into it with the idiot, however, the kid and his rather obvious infatuation with his boss was the reason he acted as if he sat atop a high horse. So Andy simply shrugged, his lips slightly pursing in dampened annoyance.
"If I were you, lieutenant Flynn, I'd hurry back to my own squad room. You homicide hotheads aren't real popular around here," Elliot retorted and if it had not been because he was starting to resent the kid, Andy would have applauded him on the tone that bore a trickling of resemblance to Sharon's when she was in an equally sarcastic bitchy mode.
Andy was outnumbered three-to-one however; he was reminded when Ray snickered from the coffee machine, obviously finding Andy being out of the loop hilarious.
Andy rolled his eyes, "With that logic, smartass, you little rats would never be able to go anywhere but your own floor, now would you."
Ray snickered again albeit involuntarily.
Elliot glared back at Andy, a little glower left for Ray, "She's not here, obviously."
"I can see that," Andy narrowed his eyes at the kid, then thought better of it; Sharon was only going to become further annoyed if he got into a shouting match with her precious protégé. "Well," Andy put out with a cheeky grin to the three young men, "See you around." He gave them a salute with his toothpick in his hand, quickly striding away from the idiots.
On his way back to his own floor he tried to bring his thoughts together but he only managed to become further aggravated; a disposition that did not help when he was ruminating about what to tell Sharon when he finally found her. It had been a couple of disastrous days what with the collision of Major Crimes and F.I.D; he had never thought to imagine it would be such a turf war.
Andy met Sharon just outside his own squad room, almost bumping into her.
"I've been looking for you," he said, his voice equally surprised and happy. His happiness was short lasted when he watched the short display of emotions on her face before it was clouded in her formal look. She looked so goddamn aloof.
"Sergeant Gabriel's OIS case is closed. He has been cleared of all charges," Sharon told him, voice monotone, "I've just informed your chief."
"Fine, fine, that was not the reason I was looking for you," Andy grumbled.
She pursed her lips and then crossed her arms but she did not say a thing, obviously she was waiting for him to continue.
"Now, how about dinner? I thought we could either dine out or dine in; up to you?" He ended it with a smile and a corked eyebrow. When his hand landed on her arm, a small little caress, she had the nerve to actually glare at his hand as if it was somehow not welcome. Andy sighed but quickly removed his hand.
"I'm sorry to tell you I've already made plans," Sharon answered not sounding the least bit contrite, that awful voice still so goddamn aloof.
"Okay – so you don't want to have dinner with me?" Andy prodded, crossing his arms and staring at her.
"Not particularly," she replied with a show of teeth, "I think I've had enough of Major Crimes to last me a lifetime not to mention you."
"What the heck does that mean?" he bit out, feeling insulted.
"It means you should find someone else to have dinner with."
Andy shook his head in disbelief, "You're a real piece of work, you know that," he paused to glare, "Just admit it, you're fucking pissed at me."
"No, no, not at all," she did not really look angry but that was the tricky part with Sharon, sometimes she had the uncanny ability to look emotionless even if she was angry to boot. For the moment she looked unwaveringly aloof, a small glint of glee in her narrowed eyes. Spiteful glee he decided when she caustically drawled, "I simply need a bit of fresh air."
"Fresh air?" Andy rolled his eyes and then with a snarl, "Are you insinuating I smell?"
She scrunched her nose up in lieu of a bad smell and then crossed her arms, "Not literally."
Andy continued to glare at her, wondering whether their voices were carrying into the murder room or if it only sounded loud to him. Shit he would never hear the end of it if Provenza caught the gist of this.
"Well?" Andy exclaimed in a growl when Sharon only glared back.
Her eyes narrowed, "I'm saying you've been an utter asshole these last days and I should not be surprised but I am. So no, even if I had no plans whatsoever, I would still not want to spend time with you today."
Andy narrowed his eyes further, "I've been an asshole? Oh, that's so fucking rich coming from you."
She furrowed her brows, "And what is that supposed to mean?" Her voice was forcibly chill but it only spurred him on.
"You have been no delight yourself. Heck, you've been a real bitch."
"You deliberately sent me to the wrong hospital."
"Technically that wasn't me – it was Commander Taylor."
"You were standing just a foot away, you idiot – you couldn't have sent me a discreet text telling me I was going in the wrong direction?"
Andy shrugged, "You kidnapped our crime scene."
"It was my crime scene, my jurisdiction. Officer involved shootings are my jurisdiction," she snapped, "You never had a problem with an OIS before now so why in the world are you acting as if I was personally investigating your grandmother for murder."
Andy smiled condescendingly, "Maybe because you were acting like the fucking chief of police."
Where he had imagined she would continue to spew angry words at him Sharon surprised him when she turned away from him, an eye roll just perceivable before she started making her way to the elevator, the hurried staccato of her heels on the floor sounding perturbed.
Andy naturally followed her angry stride to the elevator with his arms crossed and an angry glare at the side of her face. She turned her head and looked at him directly, a scowl to match his. After waiting five seconds for the elevator she huffed, and hair flying she spun around and then headed for the staircase exit instead.
Andy followed her again, the exit door slamming after them.
Sharon was halfway up the stairs when she turned around and then came back down a few steps; it happened in such a hurry that before he could think of a smart reply to hurl at her she was right in front of him, one step up from him. It surprised him when she caught his lips in a heated kiss. A decidedly angry kiss nonetheless, her hands on either side of his face. It did not really matter for his own hands found purpose in her hair, the moan that she kissed him with when he tugged her head further towards his sounding excited of all things. She retaliated when her nails dug into his shoulder, just enough pain to bring a little coil in his groin.
It turned to a long make-out session. Extremely long he figured afterwards because he felt light-headed and without any sense of time. He could barely remember why they had both been so bothered.
She sighed against his lips, her mouth still lingering on his for a brief second. Her fingers were soft against his jaw, a small caress along the side.
"I've wanted to kiss you since you strode up next to your red tape," Andy told her, his voice slightly calmer and his lips drawn apart in a smile, "Bossy and all; and as usual annoying the crap out of me."
Her mouth turned to a content smirk, "So all this bullshit is on account of you being sexually frustrated?"
"Yeah that too," he grinned.
She rolled her eyes but kissed him again, her hands going around him and ending up on his back, under his jacket and warm on his clothed spine.
"So, how about that dinner?" he smiled in between planting kisses on her lips, his own hands on the side of her face, thumbs trailing up and down in small caresses.
"I wasn't lying when I said I had plans," Sharon told him with a soft smile and before he could protest she put a finger on his lips, "I'm having dinner with my son and his father."
"Jack's in town?" his voice was back to raw and he leaned a bit away from her touch.
Sharon gave him a long look, "Ricky hasn't seen him in years. They are trying to reconcile. I'm there as a buffer, not that I'm looking forward to it."
"Right," Andy huffed, feeling inexplicably angry.
"How come you never tell me when he's back in town?"
"Because it is none of your business," she replied, stepping back from him as well, her arms now crossed and a little tilt to her chin he found stuck-up.
"I don't understand you," he said because truly he did not understand her motivations when it came to that bastard, "I mean, you never tell me anything about your life. You've never told me why you are still married to that dirtbag?"
"I'm separated," she bit out, her cheeks beginning to deepen with color.
"Sharon, c'mon, it's ridiculous. You are oh so conveniently married when you can use it to your advantage; you are separated when that suits you better."
The color on her cheeks blushed even more red and her eyes narrowed and he knew he was digging a hole for himself but there was nothing stopping him now; the words seemed to pour out of his mouth without any regard for consequences.
"I would like to know where I stand – what's my place?" Frankly he had not given it much thought before now and it surprised him that it suddenly felt important to know. In some ways it as a barrier between them. Plain and simple, he could admit to himself that he was jealous.
Before he could think twice he blurted, "Is he staying on your sofa again or do you invite him into your bed?"
Sharon stepped fully away from him, her eyes avoiding his. She was not quick enough and he saw the raw look of hurt in them.
"Go back to your murder room, lieutenant," she said in a motionless voice, already on the stairs again and moving at a quick pace.
"Fine – don't answer me," Andy yelled at her back, "Just pretend nothing's wrong like usual."
She didn't answer him.
Andy shook his head in fury and then went back to the squad room.
/WALKING BACK THE CAT/
"Is this seat taken?" Andrew Flynn asked as he sat down without an invitation opposite an irate looking Sharon Raydor who was in the middle of eating a large bowl of salad for lunch. The café was small and secluded, only a five minutes' walk from headquarters and upon entering it Andy immediately found himself wondering how many times Sharon had escaped here to avoid him.
Andy leaned on the little round table with his elbows and gave an exaggerated look around the place as he arched an eyebrow in appraisal.
"So this is the magical place to be, huh."
Sharon refrained from answering, the narrowing of her eyes enough answer for him anyway.
"Are you gonna eat that?" Andy sneaked away a fry from the plate next to her bowl of salad, not waiting for her permission because she was obviously not in a talkative or forgiving mood today. The plate looked untouched and he was almost certain it was a side dish order that naturally came with the main course of salad.
Under different circumstances he would have taken a tomato from her salad and enjoyed teasing her but he thought it was better to not completely turn the odds against himself. His stomach grumbled with hunger and he split a grin at the sound.
Sharon tilted her head, a scrutinized glare that could freeze lesser ranking detectives but Andy pretended not to notice, munching on the salty potato fry and savoring the taste, getting a little kick out of annoying her.
"Why, hello Captain," he said in deep voice leaning towards her and then in imitation of a lighter feminine voice he said, "Why, hello Lieutenant, so nice to see you."
Sharon pursed her lips at his antics, her eyes quickly averting to her salad.
They had barely talked since the incident at work, weeks ago. Andy had been in a strange mood since and he had finally conceded today after closing the Austin Blair case that maybe he needed to rectify things – or at the very least make some form of contact that did not include biting words and angry looks.
Andy took another fry and popped it into his mouth with a deliberately slow move, "Can I apologize in advance, Capt'n?" he smiled crookedly at her, hoping it would be contagious. She only looked back at him with a raised eyebrow that seemed to exude that she was barely tolerating his presence.
That was the thing about apologizing and Sharon; she could carry a grudge like a goddamn heavyweight. He should be used to it by now counting all his half-assed attempts at apologies throughout their acquaintance and yet he still found it hard.
"Shouldn't that be your default? Apologizing in advance?" Sarcastic and short of patience; that was the worst combination in her, "Or maybe," she continued, her lips parting in a condescending snarl of a smile, "you could start by apologizing for events that have already transpired."
Andy ignored the little warning and instead he kept his grin insolent and wide, "You still at war?"
"The rumor mill has you being positively devilish today. So, you raging war on Hollywood division again?"
"Are you still a sourpuss?" Sharon countered, sweet venom in her words.
"The rumor mill has you being an absolutely asshole, cranky and sour," she retaliated, a smile that was smug but cold.
Andy pursed his lips in aggravation, "Yeah, I work with a lovey-dovey Mr. Rogers; what's your excuse!"
Sharon smiled, "I work with you."
"Occasionally," Andy corrected, "You only work with me occasionally. And for the record I would not say 'work with', because honey, you don't work well with anyone."
She looked at him, "Honey," the words was too sweet to be affectionate, "You work under me."
Andy grinned and couldn't help but waggle his eyebrows, "That too."
She rolled her eyes, "Calm down, Cowboy."
"What are you apologizing for in advance?" her voice seemed resigned now.
Andy shrugged with feigned reluctance, "I'm not sure it's wise to tell you, considering."
She narrowed her eyes, "Considering what, lieutenant?"
"You are obviously on the warpath today. Heck, you're gonna end up with your fingers buried deep in my ball sack, I can just tell."
She arched an eyebrow, "I'll refrain from touching your ball sack."
She nodded haughtily.
"Well," Andy started not sure where he was headed with this clearly idiotic plan of his. To stall and think, he grabbed another fry and popped it into his mouth, and then with his mouth full of potato mash he said, "Sorry for kidnapping your fries."
Sharon blew out a disparaged sigh and then she stabbed her fork into her salad with measured force that made Andy flinch involuntarily. She continued to glare at him while she angrily chewed her salad, a direct stare that left nothing for him to wonder about. She was still pissed at him.
"Also," he said with an apologetic shrug, his hands out for emphasis, "I'm sorry for the things I said in the stairwell, weeks ago."
She did not look placated, if anything she only looked more incensed.
Sharon pointed her fork at him, "How did you find me?"
"Umm," Andy stalled.
She rolled her eyes, "Just spit it out now."
"What?" he tried on an innocent look.
She shook her head, a little curl to her mouth he was unsure about, "Sergeant Elliot will fill me in on all the gruesome details later on, so you might as well spare yourself the trouble and tell me how you convinced my detective to divulge my location."
Andy grinned, "I shoved him up against a cabinet and threatened to break my foot up his ass."
The comment was worth it, Andy thought with a smug smile, the brief flash of clear horror on her face. It was quickly doused in a blank but somewhat annoyed expression but it was definitely worth it.
"I wouldn't put it past you," Sharon countered, a fake smile.
"No reason to throw a fit, I asked your monkey nicely."
She barked a laugh, "Nicely, ha."
Andy huffed, "I am capable of asking nicely."
"That will be the day," Sharon smiled now.
Andy took another fry, this time letting it hover before her mouth for a long moment; he liked the long-suffering eye roll she did before she contented and then bit off half of the fry, a 'are you happy now' look in her eyes.
Andy smiled and ate the remaining potato, licking off the salt on his fingers deliberately because he knew it would exasperate her. He then smeared his greasy fingers in the lonely serviette that lay next to Sharon's salad bowl and immediately her nose scrunched into disapproval.
"Don't you have murderers to arrest?" Sharon asked him snippily, sipping her glass of water, "or what about unsuspecting civilians to manhandle? Surely your unparalleled talents for brute force and thick-headedness is needed somewhere."
"I'm all yours for the rest of the day, honey" Andy replied with a smile and ignored her little dig at him, "Nothing to do but annoy you."
Her lips pursed.
"It's a slow week," Andy explained, "no civilians to wrestle with." He sighed in mock despondency, and then in a more serious voice he said, "We have just closed a joint case with the feds. They were their charming selves and then there's the idiot of a partner in my squadroom who is a cluster-fuck of feelings and sunshine clothing. So really, I think I'm entitled to a little peace and quiet. Here, with you."
"So," she drawled back, "you are bored."
Andy shrugged, not seeing any point in disagreeing when it was so blatantly obvious. "Yeah. I can't remember the last time every goddamn dirtbag took a collective holiday."
"Maybe they are attending the annual dirtbag conference," Sharon delivered back, an amused look in her eyes before she looked down at her lunch.
Andy grinned, "Yeah," he paused and then, "Guess what."
She lifted her gaze, her stare still somewhat hostile, "I hesitate to wager when it concerns you." Her voice was dry and the fork once again pointed in his direction was starting to appear threatening.
"I was cordially invited to dinner with my lovely partner and his new girlfriend tonight."
Sharon gave him a look of disbelief, "I thought you were joking when you said he had a girlfriend."
Andy shrugged, "Yeah, apparently it's a live thing and not the doll I'd imagined."
Sharon rolled her eyes, "What a sweet considerate friend you are."
"Hey, I'm not the one dating some young thing barely out of school and changing my outfit every day."
Sharon pointed at his suit, that fork seeming more and more like a weapon in her hands, "You change your outfit at least twice a day and you are more particular with what you wear than any other man I know. Well, maybe bar Gavin."
Andy shrugged, "I think Gavin would agree with me on this one. And you are one to talk, shit woman, you got more shoes than any woman I have ever known."
Sharon smiled and it was the first truly warm smile, not polished in the least and it made Andy smile back at her in same fashion "I buy a pair every time an idiot in my life screws me over."
Andy's smile wavered, "So, I should just start giving you a pair of shoes every other week, is that it?"
She laughed, "Yes, or maybe you could learn how to apologize."
Andy sighed, "Yeah, I'm an idiot. I think we have established that somewhere in our acquaintance."
Sharon pushed the plate with fries towards him, "Eat some more honey, I think your low blood sugar is getting to you. You seem a bit peevish."
Andy made a grimace at her but happily munched down two fries.
With a strange but somewhat affectionate look, head tilted fractionally to the left Sharon cooed, "Maybe we need to order a bit more food for you, hmm?"
Andy nodded with a smile, "Took you long enough, I've been waiting for an invitation since I sat down."
"Did I mention that I was a fed for a day?"
She shook her head.
"Well, it was a short-lived career transfer, thank god; I did not much care for it."
He ordered a veggie burger and then continued to grumble about the whole case and being hijacked by the feds, Sharon's smile becoming warmer the more he groused about his day.
Of all the things to expect when Andrew Flynn came trudging into his own bedroom, tired and in a somewhat fickle mood, this was definitely not it. He stopped short at the familiar form of Sharon Raydor lying half-naked and tangled in his sheets, her auburn hair tussled from sleep. This was quite frankly not what he had expected at all. It was a vast improvement to an empty bedroom and funnily enough it was also the start of a dozen of self-indulgent fantasies of his. It was difficult to not feel aroused at this impromptu intrusion.
"Well, well, well," Andy groused good-naturedly, his eyes raking down an exposed bare leg and the sweet way her toes curled into his sheets at his voice, legs stretching briefly before they curled up in a ball again.
Sharon turned her head, cheek against his pillow and a coy smile to detect underneath the curtain of hair. She looked adorable Andy thought.
Andy watched her as he started removing his tie, arching a deliberate eyebrow in her direction, his mouth widening in a smile that was becoming smugger by the second, "Is this a new thing you are trying out, Captain?"
Sharon lifted her head from his pillow; a half-lidded drowsy look that he was sure did not exist outside of a bedroom, accompanied by a peculiar content smile before she laid her head back again and nestled into the pillow. His eyes were drawn to one nude leg that became further exposed as she stretched it out, her ankle and toes in a straight line. Her smile widened when she caught his line of sight.
Andy shook his head but couldn't contain a chuckle.
"Trespassing, I mean," he clarified, his voice naturally a husky tone already and his interest piqued, "Breaking and entering. Kidnapping bed linen, hmm. Wicked indeed."
Andy heard the muffled giggle and his smile spread.
Sharon sat up on one elbow, head in hand and a lazy smile as she regarded him, "I originally came under the guise of kidnapping you," her voice was warm, "seeing you were nowhere to find, I opted for your bedroom sheets instead."
Andy hummed, "And you've commandeered my t-shirt too, I see." He pretended to be put out but really, the large t-shirt was wrapped around her in a way that warmed his heart. The hemline just above the swell of her ass, however, was a sight that made him goddamn horny. "Sneaky little garment-thief, huh."
She smiled, a sly look, "It smells like you."
"Hey, I'm not complaining," he grinned, throwing his tie to the floor and he stepped out of his shoes, his eyes on her.
"You better not be," she yawned in amidst the words.
Andy shook his head again and pretended to grumble but he couldn't disguise the sudden need to undress in a hurry, hopping on one leg as he tried to get out of his pants without toppling over like an idiot, his suit jacket already in a heap on the floor. His socks were quickly disposed of, underwear gone along with the pants and shirt.
"You should work on your stripping, lieutenant," Sharon told him, her lips twitching with amusement and her eyes exclusively on him with a delightful gleam, "how about less frantic movements and if you slow down a bit, hmm. Unless you plan on facing the floor head-first."
Andy stuck his tongue out at her.
"And put your hips into it, honey," she continued, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, "Dance for me, make a little show. You know the drill."
Andy growled and then leapt to the mattress, quickly grabbing a leg before she could pull it away, his hands going up the leg till he reached her thigh; she squirmed under his touch, his fingers tickling.
He let go of the leg and instead he lifted the hem of his t-shirt on her, drawing it up to the ribcage under her breasts, his eyebrow arched, "I will show you a dance alright." He leaned down and planted a wet kiss on the side of her stomach, the giggle that followed soft.
When he looked up, hands splayed on her hips and lips close to the skin near her navel, she merely lifted an eyebrow and blew him a challenging air kiss.
Andy retaliated with lifting her hips into his, his hands sliding around and cupping her ass as his mouth found her neck. He crawled further up along her body, mouth soon on hers. It was a soft and warm kiss, a smile in the middle of it.
Sharon drew him firmly down with her and he enjoyed nestling into her, her legs wrapped around his middle loosely and her hands at the back of his neck. She hummed into the kiss.
Andy nuzzled into her neck after the warm greeting, behind her ear and in her hair; she smelled like sleep and the soft scent of her shampoo.
With a huff of breath Andy turned on his side and laid beside her instead, his head in his hand and his fingers drawing patterns on her exposed stomach. Slow, lingering touches with the pads of his fingers, tugging at the fabric of the t-shirt to better gain access to her skin. It was an old dodgers t-shirt, almost too worn to wear and it was perhaps only out of sentimentality that he had not gotten rid of it yet.
There was a small hole in the hem on the right and he stuck his finger through it and pouted.
"Where did you find this old thing, huh?" he wondered.
"Buried somewhere in your closet," she said.
"So, we can add snooping to your arrest record," he shook his head at her, pinching a bit of the skin at her hipbone.
She giggled and nodded, "I was bored."
Andy sighed, and then started the trail of his fingers along the side of her stomach again, trailing in circles, going higher and higher, nearing the swell of one breast under the t-shirt.
Sharon closed her eyes and he was transfixed by the soft smile on her lips, even more fascinated by the voice she breathed "I've missed you" with. She opened her eyes again a second after and it was a somewhat vulnerable look.
Andy leaned down and caught her lips, a hand on her jaw so he could turn her head and better kiss her.
Kissing brought his hips into contact with the side of her thigh, the soft bare skin against his cock wonderful. Kissing resulted in his hand wandering down her body, drawn to her now open legs and he slid two fingers along her folds. He lingered around her entrance, and then trailed up to her clit. His cock pressed into her hip and he put pressure on her little bundle of nerves, smiling when she arched her head back and emitted a satisfied sigh.
He kissed the edge of her jaw and then simply watched her, the closed eyes, half-open mouth and the way she swallowed before she opened her mouth a little more, a small moan escaping. He kept steady pressure on her clit, grounding his palm into her mound every once in a while and down over her clit while his fingers teased around her entrance.
She hummed when she came and then exhaled a long breath, her eyes opening and regarding him with a fond look.
It was not long before he covered her with his own body, his lips drawing her into a heady kiss and his hands grabbing the back of her thighs. They kept the t-shirt on, the press of the thin fabric only exciting, and he was only too happy to fuck her in his old t-shirt.
Andy was hard against her center, her legs wrapped around him in a tight hold now. His length briefly slid over her folds and clit, a high noise trembling in the kiss at the contact, and then he thrust into her, sliding as she tilted her pelvis and groaned again.
"Fuck," he whispered as he let go of her lips and instead glided along her cheek to her ear. He kissed her just under her ear with a heavy breath.
"Yes, that's the general idea," she quipped, her voice light against his ear.
He set a slow pace, enjoying simple being embedded inside her, the slow glide out and in and the little breaths she took.
"Why do you have paint on your forehead?" Sharon asked him out of the blue, a giggle as she touched her fingers to his temple, her legs tightening around his middle. "And your neck?" she tilted his head for better access to his neck.
"What have you been doing, Andy Flynn?"
Andy groaned, "I've been wasting my time obviously."
Sharon laughed and then pushing at his shoulder he obliged and they turned around. He landed soft on his back and enjoyed watching her settle on him, her hand briefly around his cock before she sat down on him. Her smile was still lazy and it reminded him of a tipsy smile in a way, not a care in the world.
She started a slow rhythm too, her hands braced on his chest and her eyes imploringly on him.
Andy huffed, "I have been spending half the day painting over graffiti near Crenshaw Community Center, you know Father Jack's place. For all the good it's going to do."
Sharon smiled wider, her hand against his cheek in a tender pat, "You have been doing community service?"
Andy shrugged, "The chief and the team decided to help out, and I was the only one left standing like an idiot. Even Provenza gladly lent a helping hand; so really, I had no choice in the matter."
She laughed, "My poor lieutenant, forced to do good."
Andy nodded, a small pout, "I really did not mind, it was not that. It just seems stupid. A waste of time when it's going to be full of graffiti again tomorrow."
"You are such a teddy bear," she said with a laugh and sat down with an almost vindictive push. His groin coiled in tension at the motion and he heard the hum of pleasure clearly, her lips parted.
Andy smiled, his hands on her hips now guiding her into a quicker pace. She hummed again, her smile smug now. She leaned down, her still clothed chest against his, and she gave him a quick kiss before she grabbed his shoulders and buried her head in his neck. Andy grinned, quickening their pace even more now that he was driving, his hands holding onto her hips.
She panted into his ear and gripped harder around his shoulders. Small moans that sounded more hurried the closer and closer he came to release, his own heavy panting thrown in the mix.
Afterwards she lay splayed on his chest like a warm blanket and their bodies glued together by damp perspiration. She was playing with the hair just behind his ear and humming into his ear while he tried to get his breath under control and his thoughts together.
"You seem cheerful today," Andy commented after a while, patting her ass with a grin.
She pulled his earlobe into her mouth in reply.
"I've missed you too," he told her, sincerity in the tone, and his hand now on the small of her back.
She merely grunted, the sound light.
Andy laughed, "Are you gonna fall asleep on top of me?"
"Only until you are ready for round two," she countered, the tone smug.
Andy grinned and buried a hand into her hair and turned her head so he could kiss her.
"Don't worry, we've got all night," he whispered against her lips.
Sharon smiled, "You sure you're up for an all-nighter – again. Two days in a row, hmm, that's not too much for you?"
Andy arched an eyebrow, "Thankfully you are easier to deal with than a whole night of chasing down dirtbags and on the plus side your bedside manners triumphs Sanchez's. So nope, I have no problem staying up all night again."
Sharon leaned down and kissed him hard.