"This Year's Love (5/5)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: This Year's Love (5/5)
Co-Author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 652
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. Chapter Four.
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
Gavin sat across the table from Andrea and Sharon, sipping his bloody mary, sans celery, as they waited for dessert. Sharon rested her hand on Andrea’s inner thigh and grinned at Gavin as she listened to her girlfriend talk about her latest case, and Andrea seemed to just glow as she talked animatedly about her work. Gavin could not help but notice the stark difference between the two women who were sitting across from him now, and the two women who had sat across from him individually, weeks ago, as they confided in him their feelings for one another. There was a peacefulness that radiated from both of their eyes, not to mention the seemingly permanent smiles that each woman couldn’t let go of. Andrea sat with her arm around Sharon; Sharon fit herself comfortably under Andrea’s embrace, while allowing her hand to rest against the younger woman’s body. Even as they had enjoyed their dinner, they had remained connected in some way, be it with a brush of a hand against an arm, or their skirt-clad thighs pressing against each other as they sat as close as possible on the cushioned bench; they were inseparable. It was starting to test Gavin’s patience.
“Well, I’m glad the case is going so well, honey.” Gavin smiled weakly as he downed his second drink and watched the waiter place dessert in front of them. He signaled for another drink before the waiter could walk away; with the way Sharon and Andrea were cuddling and the stories they still had to catch up on, he was going to need it.
“Yes, things couldn’t be more fantastic, truly,” Andrea chirped before she kissed Sharon on the cheek, nearly causing Gavin to send his fork through his own hand instead of the cheese cake on his plate. He loved his best friends more than he could say, but if they were going to act like this twenty-four hours a day, he wasn’t sure he could love them together all the time.
Sharon bit into her chocolate cake and moaned quietly, grinning at Andrea as she did it. Gavin rolled his eyes and took another long, slow sip of his drink.
Sharon caught his eye and watched him carefully for a moment. She cleared her throat, moving a fraction of an inch away from Andrea. “So, Gavin, how is work at the firm? Have you been busy?”
Gavin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Yes, but we just hired a new receptionist and I am this close to firing her. She keeps misplacing my notes and my very clearly labeled folders,” he ranted on about his unfortunate new hire. Both women listened with only half-interest; Sharon had drawn them a bath earlier which they’d both enjoyed immensely, however, their evening plans with Gavin had cut any hope for other types of...enjoyment...rather abruptly, leaving both of them more keyed up than usual.
Sharon fought to keep her eyes open and her mouth closed as Andrea traced shapes on her inner thigh under the table with the hand that was not currently wrapped around her shoulder, distracting her from comprehending anything Gavin was saying.
“Oh, honey, that’s so unfortunate,” she managed to mutter, sounding semi-sympathetic.
Gavin drained his glass and set his fork down, crossing his arms in his lap, as he stopped to watch the show that came with his dinner whether he wanted it or not. Sharon glanced up at Andrea and gently wiped a piece of dark chocolate cheesecake from the corner of her mouth, taking her finger in her own mouth to lick it off.
“Would you two like me to book you a room now, or would you like me to pay for the meal first?” he asked calmly, batting his eyelashes at his best friends as he said it.
Sharon giggled and Andrea rolled her eyes. “Now, now Gavin, what was it you’ve been telling me for months now? Andrea Hobbs, put your big girl panties on and ask that woman of yours out on a proper date already! I would think that you’d be happy?” She smirked as she spoke.
“Yeah, well, I hoped that lesbian bed death would have kicked in by now,” he retorted dryly.
Sharon reached across the table to smack Gavin in the arm. “Somehow I don’t think lesbian bed death is a thing we’ll be experiencing. I could be wrong, but I’ve got a hunch.” She smirked as she reached for her wallet in her purse.
Gavin visibly cringed, then reached his hand out and grabbed her. “Sharon Raydor, not so fast. You just paid for brunch not long ago.”
While Sharon and Gavin bickered about the bill, Andrea handed her credit card to the waiter and laughed at both of them. She felt bad for making Gavin feel like a third wheel; the least she could do was pay for the drinks he’d downed while he suffered through her subtle PDA with Sharon.
Gavin glared at her when he realized the bill was gone, then crossed his arms over his chest. “No, I am happy for the two of you. Its about damn time you two idiots told each other you love each other. You have said I love you, right.” Gavin looked between Sharon and Andrea as they exchanged dumbstruck looks, each of them refusing to move.
Finally, Sharon squeezed Andrea’s thigh where her hand had been resting and laughed nervously. “Gavin... we have been dating for only a few weeks. Knock it off.”
Gavin shot both women a panicked look. Finally, Sharon took pity on him. “You know Gavin, as much as we’ve enjoyed ourselves here, we really ought to be getting home now,” she said.
He eyed both women critically before nodding his head in silent agreement and standing. Something was up, he just didn’t know what it was.
Both Sharon and Andrea stood and kissed him on either side of his face, then slid out of the restaurant hand in hand. Sharon grabbed her keys out of her purse and led Andrea to the car in silence. She thought about speaking, about reassuring her that she didn’t have to say I love you yet, but she didn’t know how to begin that conversation. Instead, she turned the music up and rested her head against the back of the seat, her hand quickly finding that soft spot on Andrea’s inner thigh.
“Well, that was fun...” Andrea muttered quietly, looking out the passenger side window at the wild array of lights as they drove through downtown Los Angeles to Sharon’s condo.
Sharon hummed her response. Her fingers toyed with the hem of Andrea’s skirt, inching it up slightly so she could caress the silky skin of Andrea’s thigh.
Andrea closed her eyes and wondered how the night would go as she felt Sharon’s hand slide up her leg. Gavin had no doubt made things awkward at the restaurant. The word “love” certainly had not entered their vocabulary yet, but not for lack of want on Andrea’s part. She was quite sure she was deeply in love with Sharon, and she was confident that Sharon was in love with her. Did it matter if they voiced what was in their hearts? Andrea certainly took every opportunity to show Sharon how much she adored her when they made love or kissed, or even just when they were cuddled up on the couch together. And Andrea loved it when Sharon called her “my darling” or “my heart”; still, a part of Andrea yearned to hear the word wrapped around Sharon’s honeyed voice.
Sharon parked the car and led Andrea up to her apartment in an easy silence. When they were through the front door, Sharon shed her coat and heels, leaving them in the entryway. Andrea rolled her eyes; it was a habit of Sharon’s she had already grown to hate.
“Wine, honey?” Andrea muttered as she bent down to pick up Sharon’s shoes. She knew if she left them there she’d inevitably trip over them in the morning, and there was no way in hell Sharon was going to pick them up any time soon.
“No, I don’t want any wine,” Sharon said seriously as she moved closer to Andrea, wrapping her arms around her waist. She planted one very gentle kiss on Andrea’s lips and smiled, looking her dead in the eye.
“I want you to put my shoes back down where you found them, and I want you to follow me, please.”
Andrea did not put the shoes down. She rolled her eyes and kissed Sharon again, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman. “Where are we going, Sharon?” she asked playfully, pushing her hair out of her face with her free hand.
“We are going to bed,” Sharon said decisively. She reached down and knocked the shoes out of Andrea’s hands playfully, kissing her again, this time a little harder, as she did it. She turned Andrea so she could walk her down the hall while kissing her as her hands wandered along Andrea’s much-adored curves, all the way to her bedroom.
She backed Andrea against the bed, laying her down gently between kisses. As Sharon climbed on top of her, one hand pinning Andrea’s arms above her head, Sharon paused. “Oh, Andrea?” she asked, brushing her lips against Andrea’s as she looked her in the eye, “I do love you, so very, very much.”
Andrea smiled all the way up to her grey-blue eyes. “Love you too Shar, more than I could articulate.” She leaned upwards to capture Sharon’s lips in a sweet kiss before regaining control in her arms. She wrapped them around Sharon and pulled her down on top of her, deepening their kiss as their bodies crashed into each other, limbs and hearts entangled.
As their bodies danced towards completion that evening, their hearts settled, finally. They were home at last.
Co-Author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 652
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. Chapter Four.
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
Gavin sat across the table from Andrea and Sharon, sipping his bloody mary, sans celery, as they waited for dessert. Sharon rested her hand on Andrea’s inner thigh and grinned at Gavin as she listened to her girlfriend talk about her latest case, and Andrea seemed to just glow as she talked animatedly about her work. Gavin could not help but notice the stark difference between the two women who were sitting across from him now, and the two women who had sat across from him individually, weeks ago, as they confided in him their feelings for one another. There was a peacefulness that radiated from both of their eyes, not to mention the seemingly permanent smiles that each woman couldn’t let go of. Andrea sat with her arm around Sharon; Sharon fit herself comfortably under Andrea’s embrace, while allowing her hand to rest against the younger woman’s body. Even as they had enjoyed their dinner, they had remained connected in some way, be it with a brush of a hand against an arm, or their skirt-clad thighs pressing against each other as they sat as close as possible on the cushioned bench; they were inseparable. It was starting to test Gavin’s patience.
“Well, I’m glad the case is going so well, honey.” Gavin smiled weakly as he downed his second drink and watched the waiter place dessert in front of them. He signaled for another drink before the waiter could walk away; with the way Sharon and Andrea were cuddling and the stories they still had to catch up on, he was going to need it.
“Yes, things couldn’t be more fantastic, truly,” Andrea chirped before she kissed Sharon on the cheek, nearly causing Gavin to send his fork through his own hand instead of the cheese cake on his plate. He loved his best friends more than he could say, but if they were going to act like this twenty-four hours a day, he wasn’t sure he could love them together all the time.
Sharon bit into her chocolate cake and moaned quietly, grinning at Andrea as she did it. Gavin rolled his eyes and took another long, slow sip of his drink.
Sharon caught his eye and watched him carefully for a moment. She cleared her throat, moving a fraction of an inch away from Andrea. “So, Gavin, how is work at the firm? Have you been busy?”
Gavin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Yes, but we just hired a new receptionist and I am this close to firing her. She keeps misplacing my notes and my very clearly labeled folders,” he ranted on about his unfortunate new hire. Both women listened with only half-interest; Sharon had drawn them a bath earlier which they’d both enjoyed immensely, however, their evening plans with Gavin had cut any hope for other types of...enjoyment...rather abruptly, leaving both of them more keyed up than usual.
Sharon fought to keep her eyes open and her mouth closed as Andrea traced shapes on her inner thigh under the table with the hand that was not currently wrapped around her shoulder, distracting her from comprehending anything Gavin was saying.
“Oh, honey, that’s so unfortunate,” she managed to mutter, sounding semi-sympathetic.
Gavin drained his glass and set his fork down, crossing his arms in his lap, as he stopped to watch the show that came with his dinner whether he wanted it or not. Sharon glanced up at Andrea and gently wiped a piece of dark chocolate cheesecake from the corner of her mouth, taking her finger in her own mouth to lick it off.
“Would you two like me to book you a room now, or would you like me to pay for the meal first?” he asked calmly, batting his eyelashes at his best friends as he said it.
Sharon giggled and Andrea rolled her eyes. “Now, now Gavin, what was it you’ve been telling me for months now? Andrea Hobbs, put your big girl panties on and ask that woman of yours out on a proper date already! I would think that you’d be happy?” She smirked as she spoke.
“Yeah, well, I hoped that lesbian bed death would have kicked in by now,” he retorted dryly.
Sharon reached across the table to smack Gavin in the arm. “Somehow I don’t think lesbian bed death is a thing we’ll be experiencing. I could be wrong, but I’ve got a hunch.” She smirked as she reached for her wallet in her purse.
Gavin visibly cringed, then reached his hand out and grabbed her. “Sharon Raydor, not so fast. You just paid for brunch not long ago.”
While Sharon and Gavin bickered about the bill, Andrea handed her credit card to the waiter and laughed at both of them. She felt bad for making Gavin feel like a third wheel; the least she could do was pay for the drinks he’d downed while he suffered through her subtle PDA with Sharon.
Gavin glared at her when he realized the bill was gone, then crossed his arms over his chest. “No, I am happy for the two of you. Its about damn time you two idiots told each other you love each other. You have said I love you, right.” Gavin looked between Sharon and Andrea as they exchanged dumbstruck looks, each of them refusing to move.
Finally, Sharon squeezed Andrea’s thigh where her hand had been resting and laughed nervously. “Gavin... we have been dating for only a few weeks. Knock it off.”
Gavin shot both women a panicked look. Finally, Sharon took pity on him. “You know Gavin, as much as we’ve enjoyed ourselves here, we really ought to be getting home now,” she said.
He eyed both women critically before nodding his head in silent agreement and standing. Something was up, he just didn’t know what it was.
Both Sharon and Andrea stood and kissed him on either side of his face, then slid out of the restaurant hand in hand. Sharon grabbed her keys out of her purse and led Andrea to the car in silence. She thought about speaking, about reassuring her that she didn’t have to say I love you yet, but she didn’t know how to begin that conversation. Instead, she turned the music up and rested her head against the back of the seat, her hand quickly finding that soft spot on Andrea’s inner thigh.
“Well, that was fun...” Andrea muttered quietly, looking out the passenger side window at the wild array of lights as they drove through downtown Los Angeles to Sharon’s condo.
Sharon hummed her response. Her fingers toyed with the hem of Andrea’s skirt, inching it up slightly so she could caress the silky skin of Andrea’s thigh.
Andrea closed her eyes and wondered how the night would go as she felt Sharon’s hand slide up her leg. Gavin had no doubt made things awkward at the restaurant. The word “love” certainly had not entered their vocabulary yet, but not for lack of want on Andrea’s part. She was quite sure she was deeply in love with Sharon, and she was confident that Sharon was in love with her. Did it matter if they voiced what was in their hearts? Andrea certainly took every opportunity to show Sharon how much she adored her when they made love or kissed, or even just when they were cuddled up on the couch together. And Andrea loved it when Sharon called her “my darling” or “my heart”; still, a part of Andrea yearned to hear the word wrapped around Sharon’s honeyed voice.
Sharon parked the car and led Andrea up to her apartment in an easy silence. When they were through the front door, Sharon shed her coat and heels, leaving them in the entryway. Andrea rolled her eyes; it was a habit of Sharon’s she had already grown to hate.
“Wine, honey?” Andrea muttered as she bent down to pick up Sharon’s shoes. She knew if she left them there she’d inevitably trip over them in the morning, and there was no way in hell Sharon was going to pick them up any time soon.
“No, I don’t want any wine,” Sharon said seriously as she moved closer to Andrea, wrapping her arms around her waist. She planted one very gentle kiss on Andrea’s lips and smiled, looking her dead in the eye.
“I want you to put my shoes back down where you found them, and I want you to follow me, please.”
Andrea did not put the shoes down. She rolled her eyes and kissed Sharon again, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman. “Where are we going, Sharon?” she asked playfully, pushing her hair out of her face with her free hand.
“We are going to bed,” Sharon said decisively. She reached down and knocked the shoes out of Andrea’s hands playfully, kissing her again, this time a little harder, as she did it. She turned Andrea so she could walk her down the hall while kissing her as her hands wandered along Andrea’s much-adored curves, all the way to her bedroom.
She backed Andrea against the bed, laying her down gently between kisses. As Sharon climbed on top of her, one hand pinning Andrea’s arms above her head, Sharon paused. “Oh, Andrea?” she asked, brushing her lips against Andrea’s as she looked her in the eye, “I do love you, so very, very much.”
Andrea smiled all the way up to her grey-blue eyes. “Love you too Shar, more than I could articulate.” She leaned upwards to capture Sharon’s lips in a sweet kiss before regaining control in her arms. She wrapped them around Sharon and pulled her down on top of her, deepening their kiss as their bodies crashed into each other, limbs and hearts entangled.
As their bodies danced towards completion that evening, their hearts settled, finally. They were home at last.