Andy was surprised when Sharon came home from her trip with two garment bags. His fiancée had insisted on that they would be having a small quiet wedding and reception, so he couldn't imagine what she would need two dresses for. She assured him she had everything she wanted and needed and made him promise he wouldn't peak as she put the bags into Rusty's closet for safe keeping. Andy helped her unpack her things and get everything into the laundry before pulling her towards the bedroom with a chuckle from her as he kicked the door closed behind them.

The next few months are filled with things for the wedding when they had the free time from work and other things. They picked out flowers, a cake, a song to dance to, and where to go on their honeymoon. Everything was perfect as it could be, until the flu and Sharon's heart condition got in the way. Even with their struggles Andy was sure that the day couldn't have been better for them once he finally got a look at Sharon as the doors opened at the beginning of the ceremony. The long silk dress with the lace sleeves was perfect for her, some how both sexy and demure. And he loved how the white of her veil played against the dark color of her hair. To be honest he loved everything about her, he could go on and on listing things.

Andy kept replaying the moment of first seeing his bride in his head as he slowly swayed with Sharon on the dance floor. They were leaving soon to head to a hotel room the kids had insisted they book for a 3 day weekend after they had made the decision to postpone their trip to Ireland. They both deserved and needed the time off and away.

"What are you thinking about?" Sharon murmurs from her position with her head curled against Andy's shoulder.

"How great today has been," Andy answers, "And how happy I am to call you my wife."

"Mmm I am very happy to call you my husband," Sharon smiles and tips her head back to look up at him. She leans up on her toes slightly and presses her lips to his in a soft kiss before rolling her eyes at the groan that sounds behind them.

"Are you guys always going to do that now?" Rusty whines.

"Only the next three weeks, then I'm trading him in," Sharon winks at Andy before stepping back to look at Rusty, "What's up?"

"The caterer and photographer are ready with the cake whenever you guys are," Rusty informs them with his hands in his pockets, "Did you get the double chocolate kind?"

"We got a layer of the double chocolate kind," Sharon informs him as she threads her fingers through Andy's and walks them over to where the cake was. There was a knife and a serving wedge set up for them behind the three tier cake they had chosen, white and purple lilies piercing the shield of buttercream that was covering the moist cake inside.

"I can't believe you're actually going to let me eat any of this," Andy comments as he stares at the buttercream hungrily. It'd been months since he had real cake. As great as he thought his cake concoction was when they'd had Provenza and Patrice over nothing beat the real thing.

"You get one slice."

"A layer counts as a slice," Andy fires back.

"I'll make it a sliver, Andrew," Sharon comments as she points the knife in his direction.

"One slice," Andy grins and wraps his fingers around hers before they press the knife through the bottom layer of the cake, cutting out a small serving slice for themselves. They had agreed while picking out the cake that smashing wasn't allowed but when Andy moved at the last second and Sharon's piece of cake ended up going up his nose and getting smeared over his upper lip her eyes widened, knowing she was in trouble.

"You moved," She points out as he looks at her with his own widened eyes.

"You broke a rule," Andy replies as the angle of his hand changes and he gently smashes the cake into his wife's mouth and nose. You could almost hear the record scratch and the unified gasp across the room as he did this. Would they have to call the divorce lawyer already? Was it too late to just tear up the paperwork? Sharon's tongue darts out to swipe the frosting off of her lip getting a taste of the chocolate cake they had picked out to go along with the white layer.

"Mmm that is pretty chocolatey," She points out before starting to laugh. Andy laughs as well grabbing the napkin on the table before starting to clean her face off.

"Well that's one thing checked off the fantasy list."

"What? Shoving cake in my face?" Sharon asks as she blows her nose on the napkin before grabbing another to help Andy.

"No just seeing you covered in chocolate cake...though I did expect different circumstances," He grins after wiping his face off. Sharon rolls her eyes and smacks him before thanking the caterer as she hands them each a slice of cake. Andy puts his hand on the small of her back and walks her back to their table, pulling her seat out for her before sitting down next to her, "How are you doing?"

"Fine," Sharon assures him with a smile, "A little tired, but fine."

"Good," He gives her back a quick rub before picking up his fork and digging into his cake. Halfway through their slices they switch so they each could try both flavors without completely jeopardizing their cardiac healthy diets. Sharon hums as she eats the last bite, leaning back in her chair as she watches the room socialize.

"Today was a good day," She agrees with a soft smile.

"It was," Andy nods. They both look up as the kids amble over, holding their tiny plates in their hands as they stand at their mother's table.

"So, when are you guys heading out?" Ricky asks through a mouthful of cake. Sharon rolls her eyes and shakes her head as Emily elbows him. He rolls his own eyes and swallows before setting his plate down, "Sorry."

"Here in a few minutes," Sharon tells them. Provenza was pulling around Andy's car and the kids were taking hers home for them, "The caterer is going to give Emily the top tier of the cake. Take it home with you, put it in the freezer. Do not touch it. I swear, if I find even a finger swipe of frosting gone, all of you are getting cut out of the will."

"Jeeze Mom, you'd think we were all carb hounds."

"You are," Sharon lifts her brow just slightly, "Do. Not. Touch it."

"Yes, Mom," All three of them echo with a roll of their eyes. Sass monsters, the three of them, Sharon thinks to herself. She gets up from her seat and wraps her arms around all of them, squeezing them as close as she can.

"I love you guys, and thank you so much for helping with today," She tells them.

"You're our mom," Rusty says with a shrug.

"We'd do anything for you," Emily finishes, "Or Andy. He's family now."

"Thank you," Sharon smiles at them and squeezes them close once more before letting them go. She turns to her husband with a wet smile and a shrug, "I'm going to go grab my bag and then we can go."

"It's already in the car," Emily tells her, "Well Andy's car. All that's left is to throw the bouquet."

"I'm not..."

"Patrice will tackle you if you don't," Emily reminds her mother of what the woman had said while they were getting ready to walk down the aisle. Sharon huffs and rolls her eyes as she grabs her bouquet off of the holder on the table and smiles at Andy.

"Ready, Mr. Flynn?"

"You betcha, Mrs. Flynn," Andy grins and stands, pressing a kiss to her lips before leading her towards the door as their DJ announces that they were leaving. A small group of their single guests gather behind where Sharon was standing, waiting for the traditional toss. Sharon holds the stems tight in both hands and winks at Andy, "Throw like you're in the world series."

Sharon laughs and bends back, giving the bouquet a forceful toss towards the group. She turns just in time to see her daughter elbow Gavin out of the way and snatch the lilies from the air with an impressive vertical leap. She lands on her feet and bows towards the group before grinning at her mother with a shrug.

"I still have that wedding fund right?" Emily teases before rushing forward to give her mother one last hug, "Have fun the next few days."

"We're talking when I get home," Sharon tells her with a smile before pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead. She wraps her arm around Andy's as he tugs her away from their guests and to the car. Their drive to the hotel is quiet, the radio playing soft classical music. Once they get to the hotel the concierge takes their bags inside, waiting for them to check in before following them upstairs. He unloads the cart for them and Andy gives him a tip before shutting the door behind him. Sharon pokes her nose around the small honeymoon suite before peering out the window at the city lights below them. She spots Andy approaching her in the reflection of the glass and smiles as his arms slide around her waist.

"What would you like to do with the rest of our evening, Mrs. Flynn?"

"Hmmm, that's a good question," Sharon murmurs as she tips her head to the side and lets his lips explore her skin. After a few minutes of teasing, Andy's fingers start to tug aside the collar of her dress, wanting more skin to explore. She slips from his grip and turns around to face him, her fingers tugging on his tie softly, "Give me a few moments?"

"Of course."

"Be comfortable when I get back," Sharon tells him with a teasing grin before grabbing her toiletry bag and heading into the bathroom. The door clicks shut behind her before she sets her sights on getting rid of the few bobby pins in her hair. She drops them into the bottom of her toiletry bag and sighs as she reaches back to tug the zipper on her dress down. She steps out of the dress and redoes the zipper before draping it over the towel rack. Her body backtracks slightly and she looks at herself in the full length mirror posted on the back of the door, taking in the gentle lace that still covered her skin.

While in New York with her daughter she'd found an almost exact replica of the jumpsuit she'd seen in the magazine a few months earlier. She'd managed to give Emily the slip long enough to try the suit on, amazed to find it had fit her almost perfectly. Impulsively, she'd purchased it on the spot, not entirely sure what she was going to do with it. After taking her dress in for alterations along with the jumpsuit she figured out that both of the items fit together well and the jumpsuit simply made it look like her dress had lace sleeves, the length hiding the legs portion.

Luckily, even though she'd lost weight from having the flu, the suit still fit well and she was hoping that Andy would enjoy the surprise. Sharon pares down her makeup and reapplies in a few places before running her fingers through her hair, fluffing it slightly as she checks herself over. After one last deep breath and a swipe of lipstick she makes her way back into the bedroom, shutting the lights off behind her.

Andy was sitting on the end of the bed in his boxers, the sheets already folded back for them. His eyes widen as they land on his wife taking in the white lace crawling over her pale skin, just barely hiding all of the things he wanted to look at and run his mouth over.

"Good present?" Sharon asks as her hip naturally juts to the side and she forces herself not to cross her arms over her chest. She puts a hand on her hip and tips her head slightly, unable to stop herself from biting her bottom lip gently.

"Very good present," Andy agrees before pushing himself up off the end of the bed and stepping over to her. He slowly walks around her form, taking in the outfit before putting his hands on her shoulders from behind, "You look beautiful."

"Not too bad for pushing sixty," Sharon teases. Andy snorts and presses a kiss to the juncture of her shoulder and her neck.

"You're funny," He mumbles as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. His hands travel over the lace and he cups her breasts in his hands, kneading softly. Sharon moans and arches into his touch. She lifts one of her hands to thread through his grey strands. Andy's hands slip down her front and rest on her hips as he nuzzles his nose into her hair, taking in her scent, "I don't wanna hurt you."

"You'll never hurt me," Sharon murmurs, turning in his arms and wrapping her own around his neck. Green meets brown as she looks up at him and toys with the short hairs on his neck, "All you've ever done is known my needs better than I know them. You could never ever hurt me."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely positive," Sharon grins at him, her eyes bright and sparkling, "Now. Would you be so kind as to do your husbandly duty and take me to bed?"

"Oh, I would be happily obliged," Andy replies and walks Sharon backwards towards the bed. He takes a deep breath as he looks at the jumpsuit again, shaking his head, "How does someone even come up with something like this?"

"You could have been clued in a few months ago if you had paid attention to me instead of a baseball game," Sharon grins and pulls his hand around to her back, "Zipper's back here."

"What are you talking about?"

"I tried to show it to you when we first started planning the wedding as a joke. When I actually found one when I was shopping in New York with Emily I had to buy it just to see the look on that pretty little face of yours."

"You're evil."

"You love it," Sharon replies, biting playfully at his chin, "Mmm, I still love you though."

"I love you too," Andy presses his lips to hers and kisses her hungrily as he slowly pulls down the zipper running along the length of her back. His hands spread the lace apart and he takes a step back, slowly pulling it down her form until all she needs to do is step out of it. He sighs happily as he runs his hands up her legs, gently pressing kisses to her calves and thighs, "God you're beautiful."

"You always say that," she tells him with a look of mock frustration as she looks down before groaning as Andy sits on his knees, easily slipping his tongue between her folds. Her hand braces itself on the top of his head as she makes every effort to keep standing as his tongue works its magic on her. He curls his arm around her thighs, pulling her closer as he hungrily eats her out. She manages to stay standing until he slides two fingers into her with his free hand and curls them against the soft spot inside of her. Her knees quickly begin to buckle and Andy guides her backward to sit on the edge of the bed as he finishes his work, drawing a hoarse cry from her as she lets go around him. Her hips twitch as he pulls his fingers back and licks them off before giving her a shit eating grin.

"How's that for husbandly duty?"

"Fantastic," Sharon breathes out as she sinks back against the mattress, her breath heavy as her chest heaves up and down. Andy pushes up from his spot on the floor, his knees cracking with a groan falling from his lips. He stands between her legs, his member obviously at attention as he watches the flush slowly retreat from her skin.

"Alright?" He asks as he trails his fingers along her bare thigh. Sharon nods without speaking, taking a couple more moments before pushing herself up on her elbows. She jerks her head in a 'come closer' motion before shuffling up the bed to slip under the sheets. Andy walks around to his normal side of the bed and slips in next to her. He flips the light off on his way and leaves the moonlight to cast a soft glow into the room. Shuffling closer to his wife he wraps a hand around her waist and pulls her closer with a slightly rough tug. He watches her eyes darken even further before he captures her lips in a hungry kiss, pulling away a moment later to nip at her pale skin, "Tell me what you want."

"I wanna feel..." Sharon replies, pressing herself roughly into him as she drags her nails down his chest. Andy rolls her onto her back and pins her down with his weight. He pulls her arms above her head and grabs the tie he'd sneakily left under his pillow. He ties her down to the headboard, making sure not to pull too tight before looking down at her. She curls her fingers around the fabric and uses it to pull herself up and against his body in a slow stroke, "Better."

"Learning some new tricks I see."

"I'm full of them," Sharon replies suggestively, "But I'd rather be full of you."

"Mmm, I bet so," He replies with a gravelled tone, slipping his hand between them to stroke over her core, finding her still impossibly wet and ready.

"Please," Sharon begs, any pretense between them shattered at her tone. She didn't want foreplay, she didn't want to be teased, she just wanted to feel like she wasn't broken anymore. She was desperate. Andy looks down at her silently, a question in his eyes and slightly furrowed brow.

"Please," She whispers this time. Andy leans down and kisses her softly before slowly sliding into her. She bites her lip and groans as her head tips back slowly, her eyes closing, "Yesssss..."

Andy stills for a moment, letting her get used to him before starting to thrust. He starts out at a slow and normal pace but at his wife's insistence increases his speed quickly, his hips slamming against hers. If he went any harder he was afraid he was going to leave bruises. Sharon rocks eagerly against him, using the tie wrapped around her wrists for leverage. Her eyes squeeze shut as he moves, basking in the pain as his hips strike hers along with the pleasure as he manages to touch every spot inside of her. She can feel her release coiling tight in the pit of her stomach, ready to burn at any moment, looking for that final spark.

Andy's lips drag along her skin, kissing and nipping gently as he moves. He obliges her cries for more as he does. He can feel her searching for her release and presses up, looking down at her as his hips continue to move. Her nails were digging into her palms and her teeth were biting her bottom lip, her entire body straining as she tried to get off. He drags his eyes down her torso and maps out her usual work outfit in his mind. He leans down and drags his tongue over the top of her breast before sinking his teeth into her flesh.

Sharon only manages to get in a quick gasp before her ability to breathe leaves her and she arches into Andy, feeling her entire body set aflame. For a moment all she can feel is pleasure flooding through her nerve endings, making her forget all of the things that were plaguing her, her mind only able to focus on her and Andy's bodies. Her muscles grasp him tighter than they ever had before, making Andy grunt as he thrusts one final time before he cums inside of her with a loud groan. He collapses on top of his wife as they both pant. Sharon's toes stroke gently up and down his calf as she manages to worm her hands out of the tie's grasp. She leaves them alone for a moment before lifting her arms and wrapping them around his torso, scratching her nails gently up and down his back.

"Oh my god," Sharon moans softly after a few more minutes. Andy lets out a soft laugh and rolls off of her before tugging her close to his body.

"Still with me?"

"Always."

[End]