Disclaimer: I do not own these wonderful characters. I am only taking them for a joyride. J Pardon any mistakes on my part.

We know that are beloved protagonists are very old fashioned and conservative but what if things happened way too fast too soon. What if they gave in to their fiery emotions…. A long shot… but nice to imagine how they would react….dedicated to jacilenemns.

In a half conscious state her deliciously sore lithe body snuggled and rolled around the bed wandering for the hard masculine warmth that had been cradling her so sweetly. More awake now, she sighed in dismay as her limbs embraced nothing but the soft feathered pillows and contours of the duvet. She smiled to herself clinging to the most wondrous dream she had ever had. She must have had a much heavier dinner than usual, she mused, having such a tumultuous vivid dream.

She stretched languidly ready to welcome the quiet weekend ahead of her. But wasn't her date with Andy on a Thursday… She was mildly confused now and the tenderness she felt all over wasn't helping.

The sound of screeching cars and loud voices from the television in the living room sprung her awake. She scrambled for her evening robe surprised to find she slept naked last night and as she walked out of the hall a surprised Rusty greeted her morning.

"Mom! I'm surprised to see you at home," he said, helping himself with his bag of chips, looking at Sharon before returning his focus to Vin Diesel.

"It's Saturday morning why wouldn't I be home," she calmly replied, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

Rusty's voice rose a notch higher. "Mom! It's Friday. I just got back from a 3-day retreat in Santa Monica. See!"

Rusty lifted his backpack and overnight bag that were still on the couch beside him.

Sharon choked on her orange juice in horror.

"Oh my god I'm late for work!" she exclaimed.

"You bet you are. It's almost noon," said Rusty.

She ran back to her room and noticed what she didn't see when she woke up…the discarded Versace dress by the foot of the bed. She stood frozen in shock, Rusty's voice from the living room only registering as gibberish on her bewildered state.

"Mom, is everything alright? You look out of your wits. Did you have too much sushi or too much fillet mignon? Friday is your usual date with Lt. Flynn but remember, your date at Cerf was Thursday night since he couldn't get any reservation for Friday."

As the dress glared ferociously from the floor, she could hear Andy's voice when he first saw her in the Versace dress…

"You take my breath away, Sharon…" he smiled in his boyish, charming smile that always made her heart skip a beat.

In a blink of an eye the memory faded and was ravaged by the hoarse, guttural plea of the magnificent looking man that had haunted her dreams both in wakefulness and slumber as pressed her against the masculine contours of his body, savoring her luscious body with ardor.

"I just can't get enough of you… the more I taste you… the more I want you."

Rusty faded away in the background… she couldn't move…All she could remember was his gentle kisses all over her… his fresh masculine scent pervading her senses… his soft caress, and … the rapture of his undeniable passion that she welcomed with fierce hunger.

She clutched her robe tighter on her trembling body as the inexorable tenderness between her thighs compellingly ascertained everything was not a dream.

Unable to give in to a peaceful slumber, plagued by inter-mitten sleep and compelling wakefulness, Andy pressed a kiss on the forehead of the soft svelte form nestled between the crook of his arm and bare chest, careful not awaken her at the gesture, he only wanted to snuggle closer to her sweet warmth.

It may have happened sooner than expected but he was not sorry, no, not at all, he mused as he hugged her closer. The joy of completely having her was incomparable. He could not recall having such intense love and desire for any other woman. He felt blessed to have experienced such a love and sense of completeness in this lifetime.

Andy wanted to protect her and lover her, and make her forget all the ugly and painful experiences she had in the past. He made love to her in raw passion as though every stroke of his tongue, every clench of his lips would erase every painful memory.

The first rays of dawn peeked through the half open venetian blinds of the room had stirred Sharon a little and her movement brushed the side of her breast to Andy's hand. A rose nipple peered out from the thick cotton duvet, inviting Andy to lavish it once again with his tongue. He felt himself harden as he started peppering little kisses affectionately on the side of her face until he nibbled on her long ivory neck.

Sharon made a sound and moved to her side, still overwhelmed with sleep. Andy pressed himself closer to her back as his big hands began fondling her rosy mounds gently. Renewed hunger radiated within him and his lips devoured her hungrily as his strong legs parting hers in search of her soft feminine warmth,

Sharon whimpered in her sleep, slightly moving from his enraged masculinity as though in mild protest. He knew she wouldn't stop him if he persisted, her body would acquiesce but guilt racked his being as he watched her looking so vulnerable as she slept.

Get up, Andy! Let her be. She must be exhausted. You swine! You keep interrupting her sleep every so often just to make love to her again and again. Have you no mercy on her? Oh Sharon, why do you have to be so beautiful… I'm sorry my passion just worn you out.

He kissed her briefly on the lips and pulled the warm blanket over her quivering body and with all his willpower, not trusting himself to keep his hands off her if he stayed snuggled close to her, he reluctantly got out of the bed.

If I can have my way, all I wanted is to stay in bed with you the whole day.

The clock on the bedside table read 5:00am, still a long time before it's time to get ready for work but sleep eluded him anyhow. Rusty wasn't due home until mid-morning but and he didn't want to risk shocking the kid by walking out of his mother's room in his disheveled suit at 8:00 in the morning.

He was not kid in the literal sense, he might be all grown up and aware about things between 2 people who love each other but it might be too soon for Sharon to admit the fact that they have been intimate much alone let her son know about it.

He wanted to stay, wait for her to wake up and make her breakfast and go to work together. That's what he would have wanted. Maybe someday it just might happen. If he could help it, he wanted it to happen every day of their working years in the LAPD.