Fanfic: Sex With The Ex - Chapter 3
Title: Sex With The Ex
Pairing: Sharon/Husband, also Sharon/Andy in later chapters.
Rating: M / 18+
Synopsis: A phone call, that’s how it usually starts. She looks at the screen and licks her lips before sliding her finger over the screen in order to take the call. His name rolls sensually on her tongue, and she knows that he is expecting her.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Sharon looked at the photos from the crime scene and felt the contents of her stomach climbing up her spine. Three bodies that were pierced through the shoulder were gory enough, but adding two bodies that were partially dissolved by acid made her stomach twitch painfully.
Luckily word of the serial killer murdering young girls, hanging them from meat hooks and then dissolving them in sulfuric acid did not go out to the media. Two of the bodies were already identified as underage street workers and the survivor was still in the hospital, but refused to cooperate with the police and identify herself. From the information they were able to gather, she was underage and had no priors.
"Captain," Sharon flinched upon hearing Andy's voice. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that a guy came over just a moment ago and left this for you." He handed her a brown envelope.
"What did he look like?" Sharon took the envelope and inspected it. There was no name or logo on it.
"Tall, salt and pepper hair, glasses." Andy replied. Sharon opened the envelope and took its content out. Divorce papers, all filled out and signed by Cesar. She felt tears rising in her eyes. "You okay?" Andy noticed it immediately. People thought he was just a hothead, but he had a very good eye for small details and he had a deep care for people's feelings.
"He didn't want to give it for me personally?" she asked.
"No, he said he trusted me to give it to you. Seemed to know who I am, even though I'm sure I never met him in my life. Who is he?"
"That's Cesar." Sharon put the papers down on her table. "He's my…" She wondered what she was supposed to call him; he was not going to be her husband once she signed the divorce forms, but technically he was not her ex-husband yet. "He's my husband," she decided.
"I thought you were divorced." Andy said. He knew that the Captain was living alone and Rusty never mentioned a husband.
"We've been separated for twenty years," she explained. "So yes, he's my husband. At least until I sign these papers." She motioned towards the papers and sighed.
"Captain, if I may," Andy said. "Is he the person you were with on the night we…"
"Yes, lieutenant," Sharon replied.
"And you're sure he didn't hurt you?" he asked.
"I assure you that he didn't lay a hand on me, Andy."
"Because you know that legally I'm supposed to report about it if I have a suspicion that an LAPD officer is being abused." He could see the way Sharon cringed as she he said these words. She pushed her chair back and hurried to close the door and pull the blinds shut.
"My husband did not abuse me, Lieutenant. He never has," her voice was stern but Andy could detect a considerable amount of fear and maybe shame in it too.
"Then give me an acceptable explanation for your bruises, because what I saw on your back in the shower is not from a fall or an accident or any of the other bullshit we are so used to hearing."
"Lieutenant, are you trying to extort information about my personal life by threatening to open a domestic abuse investigation against my husband?" Sharon was not easily scared and she did not intend to succumb to his attempts.
"No, Captain. I am giving you a chance to avoid an investigation and I thought you'd appreciate that." Andy replied.
"Why do you even care?" She squinted and entwined her arms on her chest.
"Because I disagree with violent behavior," Andy replied.
"Your package states otherwise," Sharon's voice was cold.
"I was exonerated of each of those charges and you were the person who cleared me in more than half of those cases." Andy retorted. "Anyway, if you're not going to tell me anything, I'll go out of here right into Chief Pope's office, so this is your last chance."
"Please don't do that," Sharon's tone was almost too sweet.
"Give me a good reason and I won't." Andy insisted. He could see the conflict that was registering across her face. She obviously had something to hide. "Look, if what you tell me is highly personal, I'll keep it to myself, as long as I know that you are safe." Sharon sighed deeply.
"Okay, but if this ever gets out of you, I will file a harassment complaint against you."
"You should really give me more credit than that," Andy replied.
"The bruises you've seen are actually bite marks. My husband is turned on by that so we do that during sex," her cheeks became flush and Andy looked a little bit shocked. He obviously didn't expect this answer. "Happy now?"
"So you're having sex with your ex-husband," he stated.
"He's not my ex-husband yet," Sharon quirked her eyebrow.
"And he likes to pretend he's a vampire…" Andy seemed to weigh the idea for some reason. "That's a whole new level of kink, Captain."
"Lieutenant, you're stepping over boundaries. I told you what you wanted. Now, you can see he is safe for me to be around and we can put this behind us." His eyes examined her. She looked so tough and so vulnerable at the same time and he felt like his heart was breaking a little.
"So I have just one last question," he said and continued without waiting for her answer. "How do you feel about divorcing him?" If he was having sex with his ex-wife, they would probably still be together and he was not sure why any couple which is no longer living together would want to keep having sex with each other. There must have been something which made his Captain stick with her husband for that wild, kinky ride.
"I feel like it's the right time for us to split up and move on." She put up a brave face, but he could see behind it. Suddenly he realized why she cried the other night. It occurred to him that he really didn't need to ask her about her feelings, because crying only meant one thing; she loved the man more than she was willing to admit.
"Well, divorce can be a hard process and I've been through it, so if you need anything, you know… I'm here for you, Captain," he said.
"Thank you, but that extends beyond your job description, Lieutenant."
"I don't want to blow your bubble, Captain, but it's going to be hard and painful. Don't hurry to reject help when it's offered to you." His words made her shake her head, as if refusing to believe what he said. "Suit yourself." He said and left her office. Denial was one of the stages of grief and she obviously was just slipping into it.
Pairing: Sharon/Husband, also Sharon/Andy in later chapters.
Rating: M / 18+
Synopsis: A phone call, that’s how it usually starts. She looks at the screen and licks her lips before sliding her finger over the screen in order to take the call. His name rolls sensually on her tongue, and she knows that he is expecting her.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Sharon looked at the photos from the crime scene and felt the contents of her stomach climbing up her spine. Three bodies that were pierced through the shoulder were gory enough, but adding two bodies that were partially dissolved by acid made her stomach twitch painfully.
Luckily word of the serial killer murdering young girls, hanging them from meat hooks and then dissolving them in sulfuric acid did not go out to the media. Two of the bodies were already identified as underage street workers and the survivor was still in the hospital, but refused to cooperate with the police and identify herself. From the information they were able to gather, she was underage and had no priors.
"Captain," Sharon flinched upon hearing Andy's voice. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that a guy came over just a moment ago and left this for you." He handed her a brown envelope.
"What did he look like?" Sharon took the envelope and inspected it. There was no name or logo on it.
"Tall, salt and pepper hair, glasses." Andy replied. Sharon opened the envelope and took its content out. Divorce papers, all filled out and signed by Cesar. She felt tears rising in her eyes. "You okay?" Andy noticed it immediately. People thought he was just a hothead, but he had a very good eye for small details and he had a deep care for people's feelings.
"He didn't want to give it for me personally?" she asked.
"No, he said he trusted me to give it to you. Seemed to know who I am, even though I'm sure I never met him in my life. Who is he?"
"That's Cesar." Sharon put the papers down on her table. "He's my…" She wondered what she was supposed to call him; he was not going to be her husband once she signed the divorce forms, but technically he was not her ex-husband yet. "He's my husband," she decided.
"I thought you were divorced." Andy said. He knew that the Captain was living alone and Rusty never mentioned a husband.
"We've been separated for twenty years," she explained. "So yes, he's my husband. At least until I sign these papers." She motioned towards the papers and sighed.
"Captain, if I may," Andy said. "Is he the person you were with on the night we…"
"Yes, lieutenant," Sharon replied.
"And you're sure he didn't hurt you?" he asked.
"I assure you that he didn't lay a hand on me, Andy."
"Because you know that legally I'm supposed to report about it if I have a suspicion that an LAPD officer is being abused." He could see the way Sharon cringed as she he said these words. She pushed her chair back and hurried to close the door and pull the blinds shut.
"My husband did not abuse me, Lieutenant. He never has," her voice was stern but Andy could detect a considerable amount of fear and maybe shame in it too.
"Then give me an acceptable explanation for your bruises, because what I saw on your back in the shower is not from a fall or an accident or any of the other bullshit we are so used to hearing."
"Lieutenant, are you trying to extort information about my personal life by threatening to open a domestic abuse investigation against my husband?" Sharon was not easily scared and she did not intend to succumb to his attempts.
"No, Captain. I am giving you a chance to avoid an investigation and I thought you'd appreciate that." Andy replied.
"Why do you even care?" She squinted and entwined her arms on her chest.
"Because I disagree with violent behavior," Andy replied.
"Your package states otherwise," Sharon's voice was cold.
"I was exonerated of each of those charges and you were the person who cleared me in more than half of those cases." Andy retorted. "Anyway, if you're not going to tell me anything, I'll go out of here right into Chief Pope's office, so this is your last chance."
"Please don't do that," Sharon's tone was almost too sweet.
"Give me a good reason and I won't." Andy insisted. He could see the conflict that was registering across her face. She obviously had something to hide. "Look, if what you tell me is highly personal, I'll keep it to myself, as long as I know that you are safe." Sharon sighed deeply.
"Okay, but if this ever gets out of you, I will file a harassment complaint against you."
"You should really give me more credit than that," Andy replied.
"The bruises you've seen are actually bite marks. My husband is turned on by that so we do that during sex," her cheeks became flush and Andy looked a little bit shocked. He obviously didn't expect this answer. "Happy now?"
"So you're having sex with your ex-husband," he stated.
"He's not my ex-husband yet," Sharon quirked her eyebrow.
"And he likes to pretend he's a vampire…" Andy seemed to weigh the idea for some reason. "That's a whole new level of kink, Captain."
"Lieutenant, you're stepping over boundaries. I told you what you wanted. Now, you can see he is safe for me to be around and we can put this behind us." His eyes examined her. She looked so tough and so vulnerable at the same time and he felt like his heart was breaking a little.
"So I have just one last question," he said and continued without waiting for her answer. "How do you feel about divorcing him?" If he was having sex with his ex-wife, they would probably still be together and he was not sure why any couple which is no longer living together would want to keep having sex with each other. There must have been something which made his Captain stick with her husband for that wild, kinky ride.
"I feel like it's the right time for us to split up and move on." She put up a brave face, but he could see behind it. Suddenly he realized why she cried the other night. It occurred to him that he really didn't need to ask her about her feelings, because crying only meant one thing; she loved the man more than she was willing to admit.
"Well, divorce can be a hard process and I've been through it, so if you need anything, you know… I'm here for you, Captain," he said.
"Thank you, but that extends beyond your job description, Lieutenant."
"I don't want to blow your bubble, Captain, but it's going to be hard and painful. Don't hurry to reject help when it's offered to you." His words made her shake her head, as if refusing to believe what he said. "Suit yourself." He said and left her office. Denial was one of the stages of grief and she obviously was just slipping into it.