"Enigma (3/16)" - Hobbs/Raydor Fic
Title: Enigma (3/16)
Co-author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: MA - for smut of the hurt/comfort variety, swearing, and mentions of the attempted assassination of Andrea which took place in season 7 of The Closer.
Word Count: 3, 598
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show
Summary: Sharon and Andrea's relationship has been balanced on the precipice of friendship and something more for longer than either of them care to admit. Will the ever-present danger of their jobs finally push them over that fine line? Or will it pull them apart?
A/N: Fic starts out in season seven of The Closer, and follows the events (we've taken some liberties of course) of Major Crimes. This fic is complete and chapters will be posted on a weekly basis. On ff.net: Enigma.
Ch.1, Ch.2,
(graphic made by me with my own screencaps and those taken with permission from MajorCrimesTV.net. Please do not take or re-post.)
Sharon didn’t recall getting into her car after work today. She didn’t recall having Andrea’s address in mind when she pulled out of her parking spot. She didn’t recall re-parking her car, this time, in Andrea’s driveway. All she knew was that the day had been a mess. Shots had been fired. Over a dozen people’s lives had been at risk today. Photographs of Andrea Hobbs had been found in the trunk of a car belonging to the Mexican mafia, along with a cash downpayment for her successful assassination. Today had been a mess, and now she was here, of all places; standing nervously on Andrea’s porch, with no clear understanding of how she had arrived.
Sharon knocked softly at Andrea’s door, and held her breath as she saw her friend walking towards the door through the stained glass.
“Hey,” Andrea greeted her softly. There was a darkening bruise under her eye, from the impact of being tackled to the ground by Agent Howard, her hair was slightly damp likely from a recent shower and she wore a robe over her pajamas.
“Are you okay?” Andrea asked concernedly as she opened the door wider to let Sharon in. She noted the puffiness of Sharon’s eyes and the somewhat dazed expression on Sharon’s face.
Sharon had the overwhelming urge to touch her, hold her, even kiss her. But Andrea made no move to embrace her, so Sharon fidgeted with her purse to give her hands something to do. Finding her voice, she mumbled, “Oh, fine, I’m fine. I just...,” she shook her head to clear her mind, “God Andrea. What a day,” she said tugging self-consciously at her blazer.
Andrea nodded her head solemnly. “You can say that again, definitely not a good day.” She smiled faintly. “Come on, I’m watching this series on the History Channel about aliens and ancient Egypt. It’s utter crap, and you’re going to watch it with me,” she insisted. Andrea took Sharon’s blazer and purse and stored them in her closet before taking Sharon’s hand and shyly tugging her towards the living room.
The skin of Sharon’s palm tingled as soon as Andrea touched her, she felt her face flush hot with...something. Concern, it was concern, Sharon hastily convinced herself.
Once seated on Andrea’s couch, they arranged themselves so that Sharon had one arm resting over the back of the couch, allowing Andrea to sit snuggled up against her side. Their feet were propped up on the ottoman, and Andrea threw a blanket over their legs. “Won’t you be warm?” Sharon asked.
“I am freezing actually,” she said softly.
Sharon frowned. Andrea was never cold. “Andrea, talk to me.”
Andrea pursed her lips and pivoted her body so that she could wrap an arm around Sharon’s middle. “I don’t want to talk, Sharon. All we do is talk.” She nuzzled the warm, silken skin of the older woman’s neck and sighed. “We talk and talk, but we don’t really say much.”
Instead of feeling calm and safe like she normally did whenever Andrea embraced her, Sharon felt guilty and uneasy. First she’d been in a panic thanks to the events of today, and now, her body was humming with burgeoning pleasure; Andrea had been shot at today, now was not the time Sharon’s attraction to Andrea to begin to assert itself so...insistently. Sharon moaned as Andrea’s lips brushed against her neck. “Andrea, what are we doing?” she asked carefully.
Andrea tilted her head upwards and brushed Sharon’s hair out of her eyes. Sharon’s eyes fluttered, tiny shockwaves of delight assaulted her senses as Andrea’s fingers cupped her jaw. Slowly, Andrea brushed her lips against Sharon’s cheek. The gentle, deliberate kiss placed against the birthmark on her face made Sharon gasp softly.
Sharon leaned into Andrea’s embrace as the younger woman brushed her lips against Sharon’s bottom lip, and she met Andrea halfway in a soft, tentative kiss. As Andrea pulled away, Sharon caught her full lips and drew her in for another kiss; daring to kiss her a little harder, a little more purposely. They broke apart, breathless. Each woman was staring at the other clearly starving for another kiss, another touch.
“Are you su-?” Sharon asked, her voice was rough and low.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Andrea said as she crashed their lips together again, in a frenzied, messy kiss.
Sharon threw the blanket off of them, yanked Andrea’s robe open and stripped it off of the younger woman. Andrea helped her push the heavy material away from her body and Sharon started plucking at the buttons of Andrea’s pajama top. They both fought for dominance over the removal of her top, until Andrea gave up with a frustrated groan; she settled for latching onto the spot behind Sharon’s ear with her teeth and tongue while Sharon quickly undressed her.
Sharon tossed Andrea’s top aside and wrapped her arms around Andrea’s bare torso; she delighted in raking her nails up and down Andrea’s arms and sides, though she was careful to avoid the point where Andrea’s arm was bandaged.
Andrea’s tongue moved from Sharon’s neck and ear back up to Sharon’s mouth where she teased her lips; she groaned when Sharon finally opened her mouth beneath her insistent kisses. Andrea settled against Sharon’s slight frame, pushing her further down into the couch so that she was on top of her as they continued their frenzied exploration of each other’s mouths.
Sharon broke away from Andrea’s swollen lips, gasping, she had to have all of her, she had to feel all of her. There was something primal and wanton about how she needed Andrea; the rare times in recent weeks that she’d allowed her mind to drift off to more carnal fantasies, she’d always pictured them coming together softly, sweetly, almost shyly. There was nothing shy or soft in the way that Andrea ground and twisted her hips in Sharon’s lap, or in the way that the blonde buried her hands in Sharon’s hair, yanking it to direct Sharon’s mouth where she wanted it. There was nothing tentative about how Sharon’s hands were squeezing the flesh under her fingertips, and there was certainly nothing shy about how she was encouraging the hypnotic motion of Andrea’s hips.
Sharon’s teeth were unforgiving as they made their way along Andrea’s neck, stopping to kiss and suck her pulse point, which elicited a throaty moan from the blonde. Sharon bit down, deliberately marking the younger woman, then she thrust her hips to push Andrea off of her slightly, so that she could sit upright and tug Andrea back into her lap.
Andrea smiled down at Sharon as Sharon ran her hands reverently across Andrea’s stomach, up her sides, and across her breasts.
Sharon was in awe as she took in every freckle, every inch of pale flesh finally revealed to her hungry eyes. Andrea’s breasts were soft and heavy in her hands, topped with pink pebbled nipples which were mere inches from Sharon’s face; she was absolutely stunning and at this moment, all Sharon’s. Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon could see the small bandage on Andrea’s arm, but she did not afford it any real attention. She did not want to be confronted with the reality that she had almost lost this woman today. Sharon wrapped her arms tightly around Andrea’s hips and buried her face in the crook of her lover’s neck, she delighted in the melody of sounds that were coming from Andrea’s parted lips as she travelled towards her collarbone and breasts.
Andrea writhed in Sharon’s lap as the older woman’s lush kisses were placed across the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Every lick, every nibble, every prolonged hold of flesh between Sharon’s lips sent shocks of delicious pleasure down to her sex. She gasped out loud when Sharon’s tongue finally swirled around a rigid nipple and she felt her center throb empathetically when Sharon’s teeth scraped across the pebbled flesh.
“Sharon,” Andrea cried out again. God, she had wanted this for so long, too long. She buried her fingers further in Sharon’s thick waves and held Sharon as lips, teeth, and tongue continued to do wicked things to her. She was impossibly wet, wetter than perhaps she’d ever been, and Sharon hadn’t even touched her where she most needed her yet.
After several blissful moments, Sharon separated herself from Andrea and smiled up at the younger woman as her hand danced along the hem of her pajama bottoms. “Bedroom. I don’t want to fuck you on the couch. I want you in your bed,” she muttered in-between the kisses she was placing along Andrea’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Andrea moaned. Just hearing Sharon utter the words fuck you had her nearly undone. Andrea stood quickly and pulled Sharon off the couch, wrapping her arms around her where they stood so she could pull her into another heated kiss. It was a short trip to the bedroom, but Andrea couldn’t stand the thought of not kissing her, even for that small amount of time.
Sharon’s tongue danced along Andrea’s bottom lip as they stumbled along the hallway wrapped up in each other while Andrea tugged roughly at Sharon’s shirt. Sharon groaned as Andrea succeeded in untucking the silk shirt from Sharon’s skirt; Sharon reached for the clasp of her bra to unsnap and pull it off herself.
Andrea pushed Sharon up against the wall adjacent to her bedroom and pressed the full length of her body against Sharon’s, reveling in the feeling of Sharon’s soft breasts pressed so firmly against hers. Andrea quickly located the zipper of Sharon’s skirt at her side and tugged the expensive material down Sharon’s hips, revealing her thighs to her. They stumbled into the bedroom clumsily and Andrea hastily flicked the light switch on the wall so that the white, crisp sheets on her bed were illuminated.
Sharon pulled Andrea towards the bed and pushed her down so that she could quickly tug her pajama bottoms off. For a moment, Sharon stood at the foot of the bed and watched Andrea. She was completely captivated by the sight of the blonde laying in front of her, clad in nothing but a pair of navy blue cotton panties, through which she could see Andrea’s arousal. She always knew that Andrea was an exceptionally pretty woman. She just hadn’t expected her to be this beautiful, this captivating, or for all this to feel so good.
“Are you going to join me?” Andrea asked quietly. She bent one of her legs, opening herself even further to Sharon’s devouring gaze and quirked an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, I am going to join you.” Sharon grinned as she sat at the foot of the bed, rubbing Andrea’s leg. She bowed her head and kissed Andrea’s calf, sucking the pale skin, it took a great deal of willpower to leave the lean muscle in favour of the skin behind her knee. She heard Andrea’s answering hiss and grinned against her skin; she hooked Andrea’s leg around her shoulder and focused her attention on the sensitive skin of Andrea’s inner thigh. She glanced up at Andrea, who was desperately clutching at the pillows above her, and grinned wickedly as she littered both of Andrea's thighs with hot, open mouthed kisses. Inching her way further up the bed, she pressed herself firmly against Andrea’s body, hitching Andrea’s leg up even higher. Sharon could feel the scrape of Andrea's panties against her belly, and as Andrea canted her hips forward, Sharon could feel the dampness of her sex through the flimsy material.
“Tease. I thought you were going to fuck me,” Andrea gasped as Sharon swirled her tongue around Andrea’s nipple again. Sharon chuckled against the skin, and bit down a bit more roughly.
“I am going to fuck you,” Sharon promised. “Are you wet for me Andrea?”
Andrea arched her back and ground her center against Sharon’s stomach. Sharon sucked a nipple into her mouth again.
“I can’t hear you,” Sharon mumbled against her.
“Yes!” Andrea gasped. “Yes, just fuck me,” she pleaded.
Sharon smirked and began her descent; as she eased her way down Andrea’s hips, she gently lowered Andrea’s leg off of her shoulder.
Andrea felt Sharon’s lips curl around the fabric of her panties and felt the scrape of teeth and lips as Sharon dragged the fabric, slowly, deliberately, down her legs; then she felt Sharon grasp the outside of her thighs, firmly.
“Open your legs for me,” Sharon purred against Andrea’s thigh. Andrea obeyed, and Sharon felt her own sex clench with desire at the sight of Andrea, completely exposed and ready for her. Sharon bowed her head and ran the tip of her tongue across Andrea’s swollen folds, she groaned at the rich taste of her long-desired lover.
Andrea gathered fistfulls of her bedsheets in her hands, clenching and pulling at the soft material as Sharon teased her already aching sex. “Please,” she begged softly, “I need you Sharon.”
One of Sharon’s hands left it’s place on Andrea’s leg to replace the wrinkled fabric in Andrea’s hand with her own. Andrea sighed as Sharon brought both of their hands to rest against her hip. Sharon lowered her lips again to taste her lover; this time, she used the entire width of her tongue to flutter against Andrea’s clit, causing the blonde to moan and thrust her hips forward at the contact. She circled Andrea’s clit with precise pressure and brought her other hand down to tease Andrea’s entrance.
Andrea moaned louder as she felt one, then two of Sharon’s slender fingers ease inside of her as Sharon’s tongue kept up a steady rhythm against her clit. The feeling nearly pushed Andrea over the edge; she snaked the fingers of her free hand through Sharon’s hair, holding her lover’s head in place as she came closer to finishing.
Sharon closed her lips around Andrea’s clit, and she sucked hard, flicking her tongue across the bundle of nerves in time with her thrusts in and out of her lover. Sharon felt Andrea’s entire body tense as wave after wave of pleasure came crashing over her, the feeling so intense she could feel it in every part of her lover’s body as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
Sharon kissed along Andrea’s sex, across her thighs and around her belly button as Andrea calmed. She felt Andrea grip her upper arms and drag her upwards; once they were eye level Andrea thrust her hips and flipped them so that Sharon was flat on her back.
Andrea teased the skin of Sharon’s hips over the black lace panties. “These need to go, now,” she said as she tugged the offending garment down Sharon’s long, shapely legs.
Sharon sat up to steal a kiss from Andrea, pulling her back down on top of her as she bit down gently on Andrea’s bottom lip. Sharon had long admired the shape and fullness of Andrea’s lips; too often she had caught herself staring at Andrea’s lipstick covered pout, smirk, or smile. She’d spent hour just fantasizing about what it might be like to kiss Andrea’s lips, to feel them against her own heated skin, to feel them at her very core.
Andrea’s hands ran the length of Sharon’s torso and teased her inner thigh. She had waited for this moment for what seemed like an eternity and now that Sharon was finally here in her bed, Andrea needed to bring her to her orgasm as hard and as fast as she could. She craved the taste of Sharon, she craved the feeling of her coming around her fingers, she needed to see Sharon lose control; she needed it perhaps as badly as Sharon needed it as well.
Andrea propped herself up on one arm so that she could observe Sharon’s reaction as she softly teased and circled Sharon’s center. Sharon was exquisite; her lips were parted, her brow was furrowed, and a light sheen of sweat painted her limbs and elegant cheekbones. She circled Sharon’s clit more firmly, and watched as pleasure flickered across her face.
“I want you to come apart for me,” Andrea whispered against Sharon’s jaw and Sharon groaned in response. “Will you do that Sharon? Will you come for me?” Andrea nibbled under her lover’s jaw as she eased her way into her body.
“Yes,” Sharon gasped as Andrea thrust into her repeatedly. Sharon raised her arms above her head and clung to the bars of Andrea’s headboard to steady herself as she felt the pleasure building inside of her. Andrea pressed against Sharon’s clit with the palm of her hand, and the added stimulation pushed Sharon nearly over the edge. She let out a frustrated sob as Andrea’s steady rhythm kept her at the edge for several torturous moments.
“What do you need Sharon?” Andrea asked as she sucked at her lover’s neck. “Do you want my mouth?”
Sharon nodded empathetically. “Yes, your mouth,” she moaned as months worth of fantasies threatened to finally come true.
Not needing to be told twice, Andrea withdrew her hand from Sharon’s sex and quickly settled herself between Sharon’s legs. She grasped both limbs and placed them on her shoulders; with her hands at Sharon’s hips to steady them both, she bent her head and tongued Sharon’s folds.
“Fuck,” Sharon groaned as Andrea simply devoured her. Grasping for something else to anchor her, she dug her nails into the skin of Andrea’s shoulders and upper arms. She came against Andrea’s mouth embarrassingly fast, within mere moments. She moaned Andrea’s name as pleasure like she’d never experienced swept her away.
Andrea rolled away from Sharon quicker than Sharon would have liked, wincing slightly. “Fuck,” she muttered.
Sharon propped herself up on trembling arms. “What?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m bleeding. I think I tore a stitch.” Andrea sighed as sat on the edge of the bed and examined her own arm.
Concern washed over Sharon and she jumped out of bed quickly, ignoring how lightheaded she still felt, and rushed to the other side of the bed so she could help Andrea. “Here, let me do it,” she commanded, marching the younger woman into the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom. “Lean against the counter, don’t touch it.”
Sharon looked at Andrea for a moment as she leaned against the counter, the weight of the day finally washing over her. Had she really just slept with Andrea Hobbs? Sharon brushed away the panic and doubt that was trying to settle itself in her mind.
She looked down at Andrea’s arm to see that there was no blood on the bandage, but rather a scratch a few inches lower. “Well, your bandage is fine,” she laughed as she wiped Andrea’s arm with a wet cloth, “but you’ve got a scratch just below it.”
“A scratch?” Andrea muttered, smirking at Sharon, “from your nails, no doubt. The band aids are under the sink.” She rolled her eyes and raked her hands through her sweaty hair, brushing it off of her face and neck.
Sharon blushed guiltily as she reached under the sink and pulled out a small square bandage to cover the wound on Andrea’s arm. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself; you do wicked things with your tongue, Andrea Hobbs.” Once the band aid was secured under Andrea’s larger bandage, Sharon led her back to the bedroom.
“I’m glad you approve of the things I do with my tongue, Captain,” Andrea whispered playfully in Sharon’s ear, nibbling it slightly, as she settled back into bed with her.
Captain. Sharon was her Captain. She was torn between ecstasy and outright panic as Andrea wrapped her arms around her.
Andrea winced again as she rested on her injured arm, then readjusted herself. “Sorry, my arm is a little more sore than I thought it would be,” she sighed mournfully as she held her arm against her torso.
“Don’t be sorry,” Sharon said seriously, adjusting herself on her back and immediately Andrea rested her head against Sharon’s chest. “You have to be exhausted, you need some rest. Did the doctor give you anything for pain?” Sharon wiggled under Andrea’s weight as she fought an internal battle against herself. Captain. They were co-workers. Friends. But co-workers. As Andrea nuzzled her breasts, depositing tiny kisses all across her skin, she wondered, what else were they now?
Andrea cuddled against Sharon’s side and rested her head on her chest, her injured arm draped across Sharon’s stomach. “Yes, I already took it,” she muttered sleepily. Between the pain pills that were active in her system and how comfortable and warm she felt in Sharon’s embrace, she was on the verge of sleep a lot faster than she had meant to be; she had hoped to make love to Sharon at least one more time, but they always had the morning."Stay here tonight, okay? I don’t want you to go anywhere. I intend on continuing this tomorrow morning when I’ve had the chance to recover,” she requested sleepily.
When Sharon didn’t answer, Andrea looked up at her. “Please?”
Sharon nodded her head slowly. “Okay,” she said, not easily. What did Andrea intend to continue tomorrow morning, the sex? The holding one another? Their friendship?
Content with Sharon’s affirmative answer, Andrea settled back into her embrace. “Good. Like you here. Feels right,” she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.
Sharon kept her arms around Andrea as she watched her sleep for what felt like hours, as a knot of panic settled itself firmly in her stomach.
Co-author: sharon_ray
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor
Rating: MA - for smut of the hurt/comfort variety, swearing, and mentions of the attempted assassination of Andrea which took place in season 7 of The Closer.
Word Count: 3, 598
Disclaimer: Not our characters or television show
Summary: Sharon and Andrea's relationship has been balanced on the precipice of friendship and something more for longer than either of them care to admit. Will the ever-present danger of their jobs finally push them over that fine line? Or will it pull them apart?
A/N: Fic starts out in season seven of The Closer, and follows the events (we've taken some liberties of course) of Major Crimes. This fic is complete and chapters will be posted on a weekly basis. On ff.net: Enigma.
Ch.1, Ch.2,
(graphic made by me with my own screencaps and those taken with permission from MajorCrimesTV.net. Please do not take or re-post.)
Sharon didn’t recall getting into her car after work today. She didn’t recall having Andrea’s address in mind when she pulled out of her parking spot. She didn’t recall re-parking her car, this time, in Andrea’s driveway. All she knew was that the day had been a mess. Shots had been fired. Over a dozen people’s lives had been at risk today. Photographs of Andrea Hobbs had been found in the trunk of a car belonging to the Mexican mafia, along with a cash downpayment for her successful assassination. Today had been a mess, and now she was here, of all places; standing nervously on Andrea’s porch, with no clear understanding of how she had arrived.
Sharon knocked softly at Andrea’s door, and held her breath as she saw her friend walking towards the door through the stained glass.
“Hey,” Andrea greeted her softly. There was a darkening bruise under her eye, from the impact of being tackled to the ground by Agent Howard, her hair was slightly damp likely from a recent shower and she wore a robe over her pajamas.
“Are you okay?” Andrea asked concernedly as she opened the door wider to let Sharon in. She noted the puffiness of Sharon’s eyes and the somewhat dazed expression on Sharon’s face.
Sharon had the overwhelming urge to touch her, hold her, even kiss her. But Andrea made no move to embrace her, so Sharon fidgeted with her purse to give her hands something to do. Finding her voice, she mumbled, “Oh, fine, I’m fine. I just...,” she shook her head to clear her mind, “God Andrea. What a day,” she said tugging self-consciously at her blazer.
Andrea nodded her head solemnly. “You can say that again, definitely not a good day.” She smiled faintly. “Come on, I’m watching this series on the History Channel about aliens and ancient Egypt. It’s utter crap, and you’re going to watch it with me,” she insisted. Andrea took Sharon’s blazer and purse and stored them in her closet before taking Sharon’s hand and shyly tugging her towards the living room.
The skin of Sharon’s palm tingled as soon as Andrea touched her, she felt her face flush hot with...something. Concern, it was concern, Sharon hastily convinced herself.
Once seated on Andrea’s couch, they arranged themselves so that Sharon had one arm resting over the back of the couch, allowing Andrea to sit snuggled up against her side. Their feet were propped up on the ottoman, and Andrea threw a blanket over their legs. “Won’t you be warm?” Sharon asked.
“I am freezing actually,” she said softly.
Sharon frowned. Andrea was never cold. “Andrea, talk to me.”
Andrea pursed her lips and pivoted her body so that she could wrap an arm around Sharon’s middle. “I don’t want to talk, Sharon. All we do is talk.” She nuzzled the warm, silken skin of the older woman’s neck and sighed. “We talk and talk, but we don’t really say much.”
Instead of feeling calm and safe like she normally did whenever Andrea embraced her, Sharon felt guilty and uneasy. First she’d been in a panic thanks to the events of today, and now, her body was humming with burgeoning pleasure; Andrea had been shot at today, now was not the time Sharon’s attraction to Andrea to begin to assert itself so...insistently. Sharon moaned as Andrea’s lips brushed against her neck. “Andrea, what are we doing?” she asked carefully.
Andrea tilted her head upwards and brushed Sharon’s hair out of her eyes. Sharon’s eyes fluttered, tiny shockwaves of delight assaulted her senses as Andrea’s fingers cupped her jaw. Slowly, Andrea brushed her lips against Sharon’s cheek. The gentle, deliberate kiss placed against the birthmark on her face made Sharon gasp softly.
Sharon leaned into Andrea’s embrace as the younger woman brushed her lips against Sharon’s bottom lip, and she met Andrea halfway in a soft, tentative kiss. As Andrea pulled away, Sharon caught her full lips and drew her in for another kiss; daring to kiss her a little harder, a little more purposely. They broke apart, breathless. Each woman was staring at the other clearly starving for another kiss, another touch.
“Are you su-?” Sharon asked, her voice was rough and low.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Andrea said as she crashed their lips together again, in a frenzied, messy kiss.
Sharon threw the blanket off of them, yanked Andrea’s robe open and stripped it off of the younger woman. Andrea helped her push the heavy material away from her body and Sharon started plucking at the buttons of Andrea’s pajama top. They both fought for dominance over the removal of her top, until Andrea gave up with a frustrated groan; she settled for latching onto the spot behind Sharon’s ear with her teeth and tongue while Sharon quickly undressed her.
Sharon tossed Andrea’s top aside and wrapped her arms around Andrea’s bare torso; she delighted in raking her nails up and down Andrea’s arms and sides, though she was careful to avoid the point where Andrea’s arm was bandaged.
Andrea’s tongue moved from Sharon’s neck and ear back up to Sharon’s mouth where she teased her lips; she groaned when Sharon finally opened her mouth beneath her insistent kisses. Andrea settled against Sharon’s slight frame, pushing her further down into the couch so that she was on top of her as they continued their frenzied exploration of each other’s mouths.
Sharon broke away from Andrea’s swollen lips, gasping, she had to have all of her, she had to feel all of her. There was something primal and wanton about how she needed Andrea; the rare times in recent weeks that she’d allowed her mind to drift off to more carnal fantasies, she’d always pictured them coming together softly, sweetly, almost shyly. There was nothing shy or soft in the way that Andrea ground and twisted her hips in Sharon’s lap, or in the way that the blonde buried her hands in Sharon’s hair, yanking it to direct Sharon’s mouth where she wanted it. There was nothing tentative about how Sharon’s hands were squeezing the flesh under her fingertips, and there was certainly nothing shy about how she was encouraging the hypnotic motion of Andrea’s hips.
Sharon’s teeth were unforgiving as they made their way along Andrea’s neck, stopping to kiss and suck her pulse point, which elicited a throaty moan from the blonde. Sharon bit down, deliberately marking the younger woman, then she thrust her hips to push Andrea off of her slightly, so that she could sit upright and tug Andrea back into her lap.
Andrea smiled down at Sharon as Sharon ran her hands reverently across Andrea’s stomach, up her sides, and across her breasts.
Sharon was in awe as she took in every freckle, every inch of pale flesh finally revealed to her hungry eyes. Andrea’s breasts were soft and heavy in her hands, topped with pink pebbled nipples which were mere inches from Sharon’s face; she was absolutely stunning and at this moment, all Sharon’s. Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon could see the small bandage on Andrea’s arm, but she did not afford it any real attention. She did not want to be confronted with the reality that she had almost lost this woman today. Sharon wrapped her arms tightly around Andrea’s hips and buried her face in the crook of her lover’s neck, she delighted in the melody of sounds that were coming from Andrea’s parted lips as she travelled towards her collarbone and breasts.
Andrea writhed in Sharon’s lap as the older woman’s lush kisses were placed across the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Every lick, every nibble, every prolonged hold of flesh between Sharon’s lips sent shocks of delicious pleasure down to her sex. She gasped out loud when Sharon’s tongue finally swirled around a rigid nipple and she felt her center throb empathetically when Sharon’s teeth scraped across the pebbled flesh.
“Sharon,” Andrea cried out again. God, she had wanted this for so long, too long. She buried her fingers further in Sharon’s thick waves and held Sharon as lips, teeth, and tongue continued to do wicked things to her. She was impossibly wet, wetter than perhaps she’d ever been, and Sharon hadn’t even touched her where she most needed her yet.
After several blissful moments, Sharon separated herself from Andrea and smiled up at the younger woman as her hand danced along the hem of her pajama bottoms. “Bedroom. I don’t want to fuck you on the couch. I want you in your bed,” she muttered in-between the kisses she was placing along Andrea’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Andrea moaned. Just hearing Sharon utter the words fuck you had her nearly undone. Andrea stood quickly and pulled Sharon off the couch, wrapping her arms around her where they stood so she could pull her into another heated kiss. It was a short trip to the bedroom, but Andrea couldn’t stand the thought of not kissing her, even for that small amount of time.
Sharon’s tongue danced along Andrea’s bottom lip as they stumbled along the hallway wrapped up in each other while Andrea tugged roughly at Sharon’s shirt. Sharon groaned as Andrea succeeded in untucking the silk shirt from Sharon’s skirt; Sharon reached for the clasp of her bra to unsnap and pull it off herself.
Andrea pushed Sharon up against the wall adjacent to her bedroom and pressed the full length of her body against Sharon’s, reveling in the feeling of Sharon’s soft breasts pressed so firmly against hers. Andrea quickly located the zipper of Sharon’s skirt at her side and tugged the expensive material down Sharon’s hips, revealing her thighs to her. They stumbled into the bedroom clumsily and Andrea hastily flicked the light switch on the wall so that the white, crisp sheets on her bed were illuminated.
Sharon pulled Andrea towards the bed and pushed her down so that she could quickly tug her pajama bottoms off. For a moment, Sharon stood at the foot of the bed and watched Andrea. She was completely captivated by the sight of the blonde laying in front of her, clad in nothing but a pair of navy blue cotton panties, through which she could see Andrea’s arousal. She always knew that Andrea was an exceptionally pretty woman. She just hadn’t expected her to be this beautiful, this captivating, or for all this to feel so good.
“Are you going to join me?” Andrea asked quietly. She bent one of her legs, opening herself even further to Sharon’s devouring gaze and quirked an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, I am going to join you.” Sharon grinned as she sat at the foot of the bed, rubbing Andrea’s leg. She bowed her head and kissed Andrea’s calf, sucking the pale skin, it took a great deal of willpower to leave the lean muscle in favour of the skin behind her knee. She heard Andrea’s answering hiss and grinned against her skin; she hooked Andrea’s leg around her shoulder and focused her attention on the sensitive skin of Andrea’s inner thigh. She glanced up at Andrea, who was desperately clutching at the pillows above her, and grinned wickedly as she littered both of Andrea's thighs with hot, open mouthed kisses. Inching her way further up the bed, she pressed herself firmly against Andrea’s body, hitching Andrea’s leg up even higher. Sharon could feel the scrape of Andrea's panties against her belly, and as Andrea canted her hips forward, Sharon could feel the dampness of her sex through the flimsy material.
“Tease. I thought you were going to fuck me,” Andrea gasped as Sharon swirled her tongue around Andrea’s nipple again. Sharon chuckled against the skin, and bit down a bit more roughly.
“I am going to fuck you,” Sharon promised. “Are you wet for me Andrea?”
Andrea arched her back and ground her center against Sharon’s stomach. Sharon sucked a nipple into her mouth again.
“I can’t hear you,” Sharon mumbled against her.
“Yes!” Andrea gasped. “Yes, just fuck me,” she pleaded.
Sharon smirked and began her descent; as she eased her way down Andrea’s hips, she gently lowered Andrea’s leg off of her shoulder.
Andrea felt Sharon’s lips curl around the fabric of her panties and felt the scrape of teeth and lips as Sharon dragged the fabric, slowly, deliberately, down her legs; then she felt Sharon grasp the outside of her thighs, firmly.
“Open your legs for me,” Sharon purred against Andrea’s thigh. Andrea obeyed, and Sharon felt her own sex clench with desire at the sight of Andrea, completely exposed and ready for her. Sharon bowed her head and ran the tip of her tongue across Andrea’s swollen folds, she groaned at the rich taste of her long-desired lover.
Andrea gathered fistfulls of her bedsheets in her hands, clenching and pulling at the soft material as Sharon teased her already aching sex. “Please,” she begged softly, “I need you Sharon.”
One of Sharon’s hands left it’s place on Andrea’s leg to replace the wrinkled fabric in Andrea’s hand with her own. Andrea sighed as Sharon brought both of their hands to rest against her hip. Sharon lowered her lips again to taste her lover; this time, she used the entire width of her tongue to flutter against Andrea’s clit, causing the blonde to moan and thrust her hips forward at the contact. She circled Andrea’s clit with precise pressure and brought her other hand down to tease Andrea’s entrance.
Andrea moaned louder as she felt one, then two of Sharon’s slender fingers ease inside of her as Sharon’s tongue kept up a steady rhythm against her clit. The feeling nearly pushed Andrea over the edge; she snaked the fingers of her free hand through Sharon’s hair, holding her lover’s head in place as she came closer to finishing.
Sharon closed her lips around Andrea’s clit, and she sucked hard, flicking her tongue across the bundle of nerves in time with her thrusts in and out of her lover. Sharon felt Andrea’s entire body tense as wave after wave of pleasure came crashing over her, the feeling so intense she could feel it in every part of her lover’s body as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
Sharon kissed along Andrea’s sex, across her thighs and around her belly button as Andrea calmed. She felt Andrea grip her upper arms and drag her upwards; once they were eye level Andrea thrust her hips and flipped them so that Sharon was flat on her back.
Andrea teased the skin of Sharon’s hips over the black lace panties. “These need to go, now,” she said as she tugged the offending garment down Sharon’s long, shapely legs.
Sharon sat up to steal a kiss from Andrea, pulling her back down on top of her as she bit down gently on Andrea’s bottom lip. Sharon had long admired the shape and fullness of Andrea’s lips; too often she had caught herself staring at Andrea’s lipstick covered pout, smirk, or smile. She’d spent hour just fantasizing about what it might be like to kiss Andrea’s lips, to feel them against her own heated skin, to feel them at her very core.
Andrea’s hands ran the length of Sharon’s torso and teased her inner thigh. She had waited for this moment for what seemed like an eternity and now that Sharon was finally here in her bed, Andrea needed to bring her to her orgasm as hard and as fast as she could. She craved the taste of Sharon, she craved the feeling of her coming around her fingers, she needed to see Sharon lose control; she needed it perhaps as badly as Sharon needed it as well.
Andrea propped herself up on one arm so that she could observe Sharon’s reaction as she softly teased and circled Sharon’s center. Sharon was exquisite; her lips were parted, her brow was furrowed, and a light sheen of sweat painted her limbs and elegant cheekbones. She circled Sharon’s clit more firmly, and watched as pleasure flickered across her face.
“I want you to come apart for me,” Andrea whispered against Sharon’s jaw and Sharon groaned in response. “Will you do that Sharon? Will you come for me?” Andrea nibbled under her lover’s jaw as she eased her way into her body.
“Yes,” Sharon gasped as Andrea thrust into her repeatedly. Sharon raised her arms above her head and clung to the bars of Andrea’s headboard to steady herself as she felt the pleasure building inside of her. Andrea pressed against Sharon’s clit with the palm of her hand, and the added stimulation pushed Sharon nearly over the edge. She let out a frustrated sob as Andrea’s steady rhythm kept her at the edge for several torturous moments.
“What do you need Sharon?” Andrea asked as she sucked at her lover’s neck. “Do you want my mouth?”
Sharon nodded empathetically. “Yes, your mouth,” she moaned as months worth of fantasies threatened to finally come true.
Not needing to be told twice, Andrea withdrew her hand from Sharon’s sex and quickly settled herself between Sharon’s legs. She grasped both limbs and placed them on her shoulders; with her hands at Sharon’s hips to steady them both, she bent her head and tongued Sharon’s folds.
“Fuck,” Sharon groaned as Andrea simply devoured her. Grasping for something else to anchor her, she dug her nails into the skin of Andrea’s shoulders and upper arms. She came against Andrea’s mouth embarrassingly fast, within mere moments. She moaned Andrea’s name as pleasure like she’d never experienced swept her away.
Andrea rolled away from Sharon quicker than Sharon would have liked, wincing slightly. “Fuck,” she muttered.
Sharon propped herself up on trembling arms. “What?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m bleeding. I think I tore a stitch.” Andrea sighed as sat on the edge of the bed and examined her own arm.
Concern washed over Sharon and she jumped out of bed quickly, ignoring how lightheaded she still felt, and rushed to the other side of the bed so she could help Andrea. “Here, let me do it,” she commanded, marching the younger woman into the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom. “Lean against the counter, don’t touch it.”
Sharon looked at Andrea for a moment as she leaned against the counter, the weight of the day finally washing over her. Had she really just slept with Andrea Hobbs? Sharon brushed away the panic and doubt that was trying to settle itself in her mind.
She looked down at Andrea’s arm to see that there was no blood on the bandage, but rather a scratch a few inches lower. “Well, your bandage is fine,” she laughed as she wiped Andrea’s arm with a wet cloth, “but you’ve got a scratch just below it.”
“A scratch?” Andrea muttered, smirking at Sharon, “from your nails, no doubt. The band aids are under the sink.” She rolled her eyes and raked her hands through her sweaty hair, brushing it off of her face and neck.
Sharon blushed guiltily as she reached under the sink and pulled out a small square bandage to cover the wound on Andrea’s arm. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself; you do wicked things with your tongue, Andrea Hobbs.” Once the band aid was secured under Andrea’s larger bandage, Sharon led her back to the bedroom.
“I’m glad you approve of the things I do with my tongue, Captain,” Andrea whispered playfully in Sharon’s ear, nibbling it slightly, as she settled back into bed with her.
Captain. Sharon was her Captain. She was torn between ecstasy and outright panic as Andrea wrapped her arms around her.
Andrea winced again as she rested on her injured arm, then readjusted herself. “Sorry, my arm is a little more sore than I thought it would be,” she sighed mournfully as she held her arm against her torso.
“Don’t be sorry,” Sharon said seriously, adjusting herself on her back and immediately Andrea rested her head against Sharon’s chest. “You have to be exhausted, you need some rest. Did the doctor give you anything for pain?” Sharon wiggled under Andrea’s weight as she fought an internal battle against herself. Captain. They were co-workers. Friends. But co-workers. As Andrea nuzzled her breasts, depositing tiny kisses all across her skin, she wondered, what else were they now?
Andrea cuddled against Sharon’s side and rested her head on her chest, her injured arm draped across Sharon’s stomach. “Yes, I already took it,” she muttered sleepily. Between the pain pills that were active in her system and how comfortable and warm she felt in Sharon’s embrace, she was on the verge of sleep a lot faster than she had meant to be; she had hoped to make love to Sharon at least one more time, but they always had the morning."Stay here tonight, okay? I don’t want you to go anywhere. I intend on continuing this tomorrow morning when I’ve had the chance to recover,” she requested sleepily.
When Sharon didn’t answer, Andrea looked up at her. “Please?”
Sharon nodded her head slowly. “Okay,” she said, not easily. What did Andrea intend to continue tomorrow morning, the sex? The holding one another? Their friendship?
Content with Sharon’s affirmative answer, Andrea settled back into her embrace. “Good. Like you here. Feels right,” she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.
Sharon kept her arms around Andrea as she watched her sleep for what felt like hours, as a knot of panic settled itself firmly in her stomach.