Fic: Staring (Andy/Sharon)
Staring
Synopsis: She had caught him staring on numerous occasions, and she really didn’t mind.
Rating: M
A/N: Written for the prompt “Sharon sees him looking, and she likes it” from AuthorJazmyne.
She had caught him staring on numerous occasions. She shouldn’t have allowed it, but she found she didn’t mind. His eyes would start at her feet, admiring the length provided by the high heels. They would travel upwards, caress each knee and travel her skirt’s hemline before skimming her waist and landing on her breasts. His tongue would dart out of his mouth, licking slowly across his bottom lip before briefly dragging it in to his mouth.
When she spoke, his eyes didn’t always remain on hers. They would drift, travel the bridge of her nose, down the length of her face. His gaze would focus on her lips, the way they curved and flowed around each carefully spoken word. He would outline her jaw, wander around her neck and settle in her hair.
*****
She had caught him staring on numerous occasions, and she really didn’t mind. Not while they were dating, not while she was snuggled in to his side, movie blaring from the TV. No, she really didn’t mind that he would rather stare at her in her casual clothes and makeup free face than the young, blonde woman on the screen fighting for the man she wanted. And when he tried to distract her from the film, mouth murmuring in her ear, fingers lightly stroking her arms and his scent drifting around her, she found she really didn’t mind in the slightest.
*****
She had caught him staring on numerous occasions, and being in bed was no exception. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hips pumping in to her and his eyes locked fiercely on her face. He would watch for any little movement, any twitch, any moan that signalled her impending orgasm. Even when her eyes were shut tight, her mouth spewing nonsense in the throes of passion, she could feel his gaze etching through her skin and in to her veins, becoming lifeblood for her weary bones. Unlike other men she’d been with, his orgasm wasn’t indicated by the repetition of her name, a head buried in the crook of her neck. His cock would hit bottom, his hips still and his mouth on hers. And all the while he would be searching out her gaze, conveying tenderness and joy, completion and love.
*****
She had caught him staring on numerous occasions, and it was starting to bug her. His eyes would hover around her, his mouth a cautious line while he waited for some indication that she was about to break down. She didn’t, not until they got home. His arms found their way around her waist, her head buried in his chest whilst both hearts pounded. The case had hit them hard. An old buddy from their days at the academy, a bright shining star in the LAPD, had been extinguished in a bitter drug-ring shoot-down. Days later at the funeral she caught him staring, his eyes fixated on their joined hands resting on his knee while the tears gathered on his lashes. She was glad they attended the funeral as his friends and as civilians, not as colleagues.
*****
She caught him staring again, his breath caught in his throat and his eyes glistening. Everyone was staring at her, but she was focused on his glance. Walking slowly to the beat, hands gripping a bouquet and Andy waiting for her at the end of the aisle, she found she really liked him staring at her.
~fin.
Synopsis: She had caught him staring on numerous occasions, and she really didn’t mind.
Rating: M
A/N: Written for the prompt “Sharon sees him looking, and she likes it” from AuthorJazmyne.
She had caught him staring on numerous occasions. She shouldn’t have allowed it, but she found she didn’t mind. His eyes would start at her feet, admiring the length provided by the high heels. They would travel upwards, caress each knee and travel her skirt’s hemline before skimming her waist and landing on her breasts. His tongue would dart out of his mouth, licking slowly across his bottom lip before briefly dragging it in to his mouth.
When she spoke, his eyes didn’t always remain on hers. They would drift, travel the bridge of her nose, down the length of her face. His gaze would focus on her lips, the way they curved and flowed around each carefully spoken word. He would outline her jaw, wander around her neck and settle in her hair.
*****
She had caught him staring on numerous occasions, and she really didn’t mind. Not while they were dating, not while she was snuggled in to his side, movie blaring from the TV. No, she really didn’t mind that he would rather stare at her in her casual clothes and makeup free face than the young, blonde woman on the screen fighting for the man she wanted. And when he tried to distract her from the film, mouth murmuring in her ear, fingers lightly stroking her arms and his scent drifting around her, she found she really didn’t mind in the slightest.
*****
She had caught him staring on numerous occasions, and being in bed was no exception. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hips pumping in to her and his eyes locked fiercely on her face. He would watch for any little movement, any twitch, any moan that signalled her impending orgasm. Even when her eyes were shut tight, her mouth spewing nonsense in the throes of passion, she could feel his gaze etching through her skin and in to her veins, becoming lifeblood for her weary bones. Unlike other men she’d been with, his orgasm wasn’t indicated by the repetition of her name, a head buried in the crook of her neck. His cock would hit bottom, his hips still and his mouth on hers. And all the while he would be searching out her gaze, conveying tenderness and joy, completion and love.
*****
She had caught him staring on numerous occasions, and it was starting to bug her. His eyes would hover around her, his mouth a cautious line while he waited for some indication that she was about to break down. She didn’t, not until they got home. His arms found their way around her waist, her head buried in his chest whilst both hearts pounded. The case had hit them hard. An old buddy from their days at the academy, a bright shining star in the LAPD, had been extinguished in a bitter drug-ring shoot-down. Days later at the funeral she caught him staring, his eyes fixated on their joined hands resting on his knee while the tears gathered on his lashes. She was glad they attended the funeral as his friends and as civilians, not as colleagues.
*****
She caught him staring again, his breath caught in his throat and his eyes glistening. Everyone was staring at her, but she was focused on his glance. Walking slowly to the beat, hands gripping a bouquet and Andy waiting for her at the end of the aisle, she found she really liked him staring at her.
~fin.