amop-series #27#

Nov 28, 2013 15:14

/GOOD FAITH/

Andrew Flynn balanced the plastic plate with the wedding cakes samples he had managed to sneak out of the murder room without anyone noticing, his expression one of barely contained glee now that he did not have to sneer at the officers who had looked funnily at him in the elevator. Andy entered Sharon Raydor’s office, one elbow on the doorknob, turning it down and pushing the door open with his shoulder. He smiled broadly when his eyes came to rest on Sharon’s form behind her desk.

Sharon greeted him with her customary ‘why don’t you knock’ stare, her mouth in a little annoyed line until her eyes landed on the plate in Andy’s hands and her expression changed drastically.

“This is gonna bring you into a sugar-induced coma,” Andy said, rounding her desk and setting the plate in front of her on a pile of what looked like incident reports. Andy sat down next to the plate, his feet hanging out over her desk. He watched her look between the cake slices and him, a blossoming suspicious look.

“What’s the occasion?” Sharon asked in velvet tunes, crossing her arms and tilting her head back fractionally so she could look him in the eyes.

Andy gave her ceiling a resigned eye roll, “I haven’t poisoned the cake if that’s what you are implying.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” Sharon smiled sweetly, arms still crossed.

Andy grinned and knowing it would annoy her he put one of his feet up on her chair, the toe of his shoe just next to her thigh. Right enough, Sharon directed a narrowed look at his foot before the same look was bestowed upon him.

“If I wanted to poison you I would be a tack more inconspicuous about it,” Andy drawled, “I don’t have a need for that however. I know just how to make you cooperative without resorting to poison.”

“Is that so?” Sharon countered, her tone sounding seductive.

“Yeah,” Andy grunted and then patted his hip where his badge and gun recided, “I’ll remember to bring the handcuffs next time, doll.”

“You can use mine if you ask nicely,” Sharon replied around a dark smile, rising from her chair and approaching him. Andy looked on with an excited grin, spreading his legs and making room for her between them. “But if you ever call me doll again I’m going to handcuff you up and leave you for an indefinite period of time to suffer,” Sharon smiled deviously, put her arms around his neck and met him for an albeit soft kiss.

Andy slung his arms around her as well and brought her closer, hands at the low of her back, fingers running down over the swell of her ass.

“I wouldn’t mind you in handcuffs,” Andy whispered and was rewarded with a mysterious smile, “and nothing else.”

“Why are you bringing me three different kinds of cake?” Sharon asked curiously and clearly dodging the whole handcuffs-conversation, her lips an inch from his and her smile sly.

“It’s wedding cake - samples for chief Johnson’s upcoming wedding. Whenever they actually decide on a date, that is.”

“Your chief’s getting married?”

“Mmhm,” he paused, “to a fed nonetheless.”

“There are worse fates,” Sharon smiled.

“How so?”

She didn’t answer but merely played with the hair at the back of his neck, an arched eyebrow and her lips pursed in a way he took to mean she found him amusing.

“What kind of wedding cake did you have when you married that estranged husband of yours?” The question slipped out from his mouth before he could think about the ramifications. Andy kept his smile broad however, his fingers landing under the swell of her ass and forcing her even closer to him. Maybe it was not that much of a dark memory. You never knew with Sharon.

Sharon gave him a too brief peck on his lips and then snuck a hand out from the embrace and took the plastic fork and dug it into the chocolate cake. She put the fork in her mouth, humming around it.

Andy stared at her as she chewed, her eyes closed, “I like chocolate,” she breathed out in a hum.

“You didn’t answer my question, Sharon.”

“What kind of cake did you have?” she asked him evasively, her mouth against his before he could answer. The kiss tasted deliciously of chocolate, his hands on her ass a wonderful addition. Andy groaned, Sharon’s hands landed on his thighs and began rubbing up and down, edging closer to his crotch upon every turn.

“I don’t remember - whatever Michelle wanted, I’m sure. I wasn’t that into the whole shebang. I let her decide and as a consequence world war three didn’t start.”

“You have a tremendous aptitude for peace-keeping, indeed,” she said, the tone laced with sarcasm.

“Hey,” he squeezed her ass with a grin, “I can be peaceful when I want to.”

Sharon leaned to the side again and this time she stuck the fork into the lemon cake, her smile when she bit into it telling him she liked this piece even more than the chocolate. Andy took a hold of her chin and forced her close, their mouth’s on each other again. This time it was a fresh kiss, the lemon tingly when their tongues met.

When they broke apart, Andy chuckled, “I think I like the lemon cream the best.”

Sharon hummed in agreement, “Be sure to tell your chief that.”

There was a brief pause and then Sharon spoke again, “I don’t think we had wedding cake.” Her tone sounded contemplative and lost in the past.

“What! Are you serious?”

“Andy,” she drawled, his name sounding like something forbidden from her lips, “I was young and my parents did not particularly like Jack. We ran away and got married under the radar. There was never time for a wedding cake.”

Andy smiled, “You are kidding me, right? You ran away with Jack?”

She nodded, “It was the 70’s, honey. We did have wedding champagne,” she giggled, “and strawberries. Whipped cream, too - Mmm.”

“You are killing me,” Andy grumbled, not really caring for her past sexual encounters with Jack let alone anyone for that matter.

“Jealous?” she looked up with a coy expression, her eyelashes flittering mockingly at him.

“Not really,” he shrugged, “I’ve got you now.”

She smiled and stuck the fork into the last slice of cake, hummed around it and when she leaned into him and kissed him, he hummed too, the taste of strawberry strong.

“I’m not sure which one I prefer yet,” Andy told her, pursing his lips, “I think you’ll have to taste them all again and kiss me just to be sure.”

Sharon stuck her tongue out at him, her head tilted a little to the side.

“Captain, do you have the file on - ” Detective Elliot interrupted as he opened the door without knocking. The kid stopped abruptly when he noticed what was happening in his Captain’s office.

Andy turned around and couldn’t help but gloat when he noticed the whelp had turned red-faced and then began stammering, “Ugg, sorry, Captain - I, just - bye,” and then disappeared again, the door closing behind him.

“For heaven’s sake,” Sharon breathed and sneaked out of his arms with frightening alacrity and before Andy could protest she was on the other side of her office door, obviously managing to catch the kid before he fled. Andy listened to the low voices, unable to distinguish what was being said except for differentiating between Sharon’s soft, understanding voice and the kid’s somewhat deeper, troubled tone.

“Knocking before entering must have become a lost arcane art because no one seems to knock on my door anymore,” Sharon complained with a huff as she came back into her office and slid back into her position between Andy’s legs as he sat on her desk, her fingers doing a little walk up his chest. Her smile was wry.

“You know he’s in love with you, don’t you?” Andy told her, smiling.

“What?”

“Elliot,” Andy replied cheekily, “He’s got a big crush on you, the poor idiot.”

Sharon rolled her eyes, ”Stop it.”

Andy shrugged, “Just saying.”

“You never ‘just say’ anything.”

She had a point - “I’m just saying he must be devastated now, huh.”

“You’ll be devastated if you continue with this,” she threatened him with a lazy smile, once again sticking the plastic fork into the lemon cream cake.

“You wanna lock your door and have a go at your desk?” Andy asked her, not sure if he was serious or joking; maybe a combination of the two, depending on her answer, “because I could lick cake off you in other places than you mouth.”

Sharon merely smiled back.

“That a yes?” Andy prodded, his lips curling with excitement.

Sharon put a bit of the lemon cake into her mouth, chewed and then, “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes and I’m sure you have a murder to solve.”

“I can get you off quick,” Andy shrugged; he was fairly certain he might even get her to come twice in that timeframe.

“As much as I appreciate your impromptu visit and your arrogant confidence in your abilities to pleasure me, I’m not going to strip naked in my own office and have sex with you.”

Andy smiled, “Later? My place?”

She grinned, “Definitely.”



They are just being ridiculously idiotic now ;)

goobers, good'old'days

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