CAUGHT - pt. 7

He watched, mesmerized and entirely at her mercy, as she straddled him, nothing if not determination in her movement as she flung her hair back over her shoulder in the process. She splayed one hand across the middle of his chest, then wrapped her other around him. She slowly adjusted her position atop him, deliberately dragged herself over him, getting them both ready, and all he could do was swallow hard, his heart pounding in agonizing anticipation.

She offered him a near wicked smile, then finally, finally, sank down on him, and he groaned. She let out a guttural moan in turn, then threw her head back in absolute pleasure.

He tried bucking into her, but she held him in place, her legs tightening around his hips as she simply remained still, intent on savoring the moment, even at his expense. But he could not take it. He palmed her still covered breast, kneading the flesh hard, and roughly grabbed her hip with his other hand. Sure enough her attention was drawn back to him, for she lifted her head and finally acknowledged him. She wiggled, engulfing the remaining inch of him safely within her walls, coaxing out another moan out of him, and then slumped down, her forehead ungracefully meeting his sternum. She moved on top of him, a sweet mewling sound leaving her, then mumbled into his skin, "Finally."

His unexpected bark of laughter had her pause and look up at him, but when he only maintained his grin, not disagreeing with her statement, she planted a kiss on his lips and after only once clenching around him, as if in warning, started riding him. She set a relentless pace he only managed to interrupt by flipping them over to take over with equal abandon.

The next coherent utterance came from him, when once spent, sated and fighting for proper breath, he repeated into her shoulder, "Finally."

She let out a light, airy laugh, and unable to resist the call of her flushed skin, he gently sank his teeth into the sensitive tendons of her shoulder, marveling at the way her laugh morphed into a moan when his tongue followed.

The feel of him becoming too much for her overheated body to handle, she reached for his face. Once at eye level, she gave him a wide, happy smile. Her tone was low, still filled with arousal as she told him, "You have no idea how desperately I needed this."

He smirked at her in a way that said he had more than a vague idea, and kissed her before letting his gaze go over her, thoroughly appreciative. A thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead and her hair clung to the damp skin there, but she still looked absolutely stunning. She was trying to catch her breath and her heaving chest easily got his attention next. "Desperate looks hot on you," he told her before kissing her breast.

"Oh, God," she practically growled out, her low tone a mix of arousal over the way he touched her and amusement over his cheesy line.

He grinned into her skin when he felt her hand at the back of his head, this time pleading with him not to stop. Instead of heeding her plea, he looked up, and tucking her back into the bra neither bothered to properly take off when this steamy encounter started, asked, "You think we could actually undress for round two?"

She laughed, then ran a hand down his undershirt clad chest. It had ridden up, or she may have at some point bunched it up enough to reach naked skin, but in their frenzy neither had bothered with completely ridding him of the garment. "I don't know," she replied, her hand now creeping under the material. "You think you're up for round two?"

"Ouch," he said, then unceremoniously rolled off of her to soothe his wounded ego.

She was quickly at his side though to soothe it herself, and even though she was laughing at him, he wrapped an arm around her to pull her close. She kissed his cheek as soon as she reached it, then placed a more lingering kiss to his lips. On a happy sigh she slowly eased out of it, and nestled her head on the inside of his shoulder, her hand slipping under his shirt again.

Content to simply be, they lapsed into comfortable silence, Andy relaxing completely under her warm weight and the random pattern her fingertips gently drew over his skin. Eventually, he tried again, his tone humorful but also ever so slightly begrudging, "Well, how about round two for you at least?"

A short bubbly giggle burst out of Sharon. "Oh, I've missed you," she said happily, wrapping herself around him even more.

He laughed as well. "Me, too," he agreed, kissing her hair. "What's it been, a week since we actually saw each other?"

She nodded and half sighed, half hummed in the affirmative.

That wasn't an understatement. They worked together. They lived together. They were married to one another for crying out loud, and yet, they had barely seen each other that week. Not really anyway, not unless it was work related or just a brief few minutes prior to and after taking a quick break before heading out to work again.

Earlier that day though, as they were shuffling around the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee and a bite to eat, they had managed to steal a single, blissfully passionate moment that led to a breathless Sharon being trapped between Andy and a kitchen counter. Unfortunately, Andy's phone unceremoniously interrupted, and turned their momentary bliss into instant frustration. Still, that stolen moment somehow also left them in much better spirits than they had been all week. They were relatively certain that the case would be wrapped up by the end of the day, so despite the rude interruption, they went to work optimistic, knowing they would soon pick up where they left off. When their case finally did close earlier that evening, Andy considered it a wondrous feat that round one hadn't happened on the couch in Sharon's office at the PAB.

Especially, since for once, it had been Sharon's control and ever so present professionalism that had been slipping.

At the knock against her office door, she looked up from the stack of papers in her lap. She smiled a tired smile when she realized it was Andy, and he greeted her with a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey," she greeted back softly, turning around to peek into the murder room. Everyone was on their feet, collecting their things. "I see they're done?"

"Yeah," Andy said, waving the pile of folders he was holding at her, "I've been designated delivery boy for these."

She chuckled, knowing he more likely volunteered. "You done, too?"

"I am," he told her, finally stepping fully into her office, "was planning to wait up on you."

She gave him a grateful smile, then looked back into the murder room, waving goodbye to the team as they slowly filed out. By the time the last one, Mike, left, throwing them a 'Don't stay too long," and 'See you Monday,' Andy had taken a seat next to her on the couch.

"Is there an end in sight with those?" he asked, indicating her own reports.

"Actually," she closed her folder, and proceeded to take the stack he'd brought, "once I look over these, I'm calling it a night as well."

"Great," he said eagerly, then made himself comfortable on the couch. "I'm looking forward to our weekend off, so hurry up," he added, fishing his phone out to, in no doubt, help pass the time while Sharon finished up.

She laughed, leaning back into the couch as well. "Yes, Sir," she said sarcastically.

Instead of focusing on his phone though, for a while Andy kept looking over her shoulder. Not only that, but he kept pointing out typos in his colleagues' reports, complaining about missed commas, or even forgotten full stops. While she appreciated his effort to make this tedious task somewhat more interesting, and she found it amusing enough, she was unable to contain her eye roll, when he pointed a finger at a line on the page and asked, "Is that a double space I see there?"

She shot him a look, then shoved him into the opposite corner of the couch with instructions to hush until she was done.

Unfortunately, when he heeded her request, she instantly missed his proximity. If he was distracting earlier, he was positively detrimental to her ability to do her job now. She found herself having to re-read sections of the reports several times before comprehending them, her thoughts wandering more and more with each passing minute. If she kept this up, she might just have to give up, do it all over again later, maybe even ask Andy for help.

They have spent countless evenings like these, him just sitting there, waiting for her to be done, and whether they were seated next to each other on this couch, or across from each other with her desk between them, rarely had she been this poorly focused on her paperwork.

She chanced a look his way, and smiled sympathetically, when she saw him resting his eyes, his phone still clutched in a hand, and his head relaxed against the backrest.

Work had been so demanding the past several weeks, and if she were perfectly honest with herself, she would very much like to simply join him. In fact, that was precisely the reason for her lack of concentration. It didn't help that she was also starting to regret relegating him to the other end of the couch.

This distance between them, small as it was, made her suddenly acutely aware of just how long it had been since last they really connected, just the two of them, alone and intimately, without the constant buzz of life interrupting or pulling them to more urgent matters.

She never made a conscious decision to do so, but she shuffled back closer to him, if only fractionally, and took a long, quiet breath. That was a simultaneously bad and good idea. On the one hand, the familiar scent of him filled her nostrils and only distracted her further. On the other, it gave way to far more pleasant thoughts. Thoughts of their interrupted morning, for example, and far more importantly, of the promises made after.

On that optimistic note, after signing Provenza's report, she finally paused, and looked at Andy again. He seemed oblivious to her inner musings, and in fact had gone back to playing with his phone. He looked rather adorable, too, with his brow furrowed in concentration as he seemed to try to solve whatever problem his game had presented to him.

She must have been staring too long, for eventually his brow relaxed and he looked at her in slight surprise. "What? You done already?"

"Oh," she said, somewhat startled, and even slightly embarrassed over being caught, "sadly, no." Scrambling to say something that would draw attention from her distracted state, she added, "I'm just jealous you're already done with your paperwork."

Andy chuckled. "Well, if you actually worked on those reports," the 'instead of staring at me' was loudly implied by a knowing cock of his head, "you could have been long done by now."

If not for her decades long professional experience, Sharon would have openly gawked at his (more than warranted) accusation. Instead, she threw him a mean, narrow-eyed look, then turned back to the folders in her lap. "Well, then I better get back to it," she told him with a healthy amount of sarcasm.

Andy laughed. "Sounds like a plan." And with that he was back to staring at the screen of his phone.

Sharon hummed her agreement, but felt more than a little disappointed that he was quite so happy to let her get back to work. She was seriously starting to consider just leaving the rest till Monday, even though she knew that if she did, she was risking getting called out on a case and postponing it even longer. She closed Provenza's file finally, and moved on to Tao's, deciding to just get this over with and then allow Andy to take her home and distract her properly. Only it was that particular moment that Andy chose to shift on his spot and in doing so inadvertently moved closer to her. Now, she felt positively assaulted by his scent, and it forced her to take another deep, pleasurable breath and this one nearly had her groaning in delight.

Unable to help herself now that he was so much closer to her, she closed the remaining distance, briefly leaned her head against the side of his arm, and hummed in a mixture of both melancholy and contentment.

Andy seemed surprised, and paused mid-tapping. "You okay?"

She briefly pressed her temple into his arm again, then straightened altogether. "Yes, yes, just looking forward to finally going home."

"Tell me about it," he agreed on a sigh, and she almost moaned when he dropped a quick kiss to the side of her head, "I feel like we haven't been home in a week."

"We haven't been home in a week," she said and looked at him.

But he was already back to his phone again, and only agreed with her on a sarcastic chuckle, "I guess not."

She continued to look at his oblivious self, the folders in her lap now completely forgotten. He showed barely any sign of his usual impatience after a long workweek, no excitement at the prospect of getting to spend some time together. He offered no loaded incentive to hurry her along, no inappropriate looks that would earn him her amused reprimand. Nothing to hint at all that he might be sharing her current sentiments.

Sharon found herself growing increasingly perplexed. Andy was always impatient, eager to make up for lost time when circumstances cut short their quality time together. In fact, on more than one occasion, after a long case, he had been playfully persistent in his attempts to incite her to leave paperwork for later, or bring it home to work on, after they had had some fun. Just as often, her resolve had come dangerously close to breaking and giving into his charm. Part of her had started to anticipate, look forward to those moments. She had come to think of them as their own private little foreplay until they came home, took off their police force personas and properly relaxed. What was more, she enjoyed bringing out that side of him, she loved being desired by him, even to the point of irresponsibility.

To find Andy entirely too disinterested with their game tonight made her feel oddly irritated.

Even more so, considering that they had been struggling with that line between professional and personal all day. She had, quite unconsciously, lingered with a touch here and there, be it to get his attention by running a hand down between his shoulder blades slightly more slowly than propriety allowed, or by holding onto his arm for no particular reason and longer than necessary. Nothing had indicated to her that their interactions were any different than usual－although in hindsight, he had been a tad more tactile than she was normally comfortable with, and she had not minded it one bit－until she caught that part startled, part amazed and part aroused look on his face and she realized she was having an effect on him that had no place in their work environment. She had been quick to curb her inadvertent teasing then, and to Andy's great disappointment, made sure to keep a safe, professional distance between them for the rest of the day. That unfortunate necessity had only increased her already unbearable frustration, and based on the couple of wounded looks he had sent her way after that, she had been certain that Andy was doing no better.

To see him like this now...

It was absolutely preposterous. Being so content to waste his time on his phone, after such a long week, such a long month, mere hours from finally getting some well-deserved rest, and after barely keeping themselves in check today? It was simply not possible. Not her Andy. Now positively irked, she closed Tao's untouched report, clipped her pen to the folder, and turned fully toward her husband.

In the most commanding voice she could summon, she said, "Andy."

"Huh?" he said, somewhat stupidly, needing a couple of extra seconds to pry his eyes away from the device in his hands.

That was it for her. When he looked at her, so clueless and yet so adorable at the same time, which had been a number of times that day, she couldn't help herself. She grabbed his face, forcefully, and before he could even begin to process what was happening, caught his lips in a kiss.

Bless him though for not needing even a millisecond to respond. He made a surprised sound in the back of his throat, but immediately kissed her back. She barely registered the sound of his phone clattering to the floor, because then his hand was slipping into her hair, and she was too busy moaning in delight.

For a moment, her mind went completely blank. She didn't care that they were at work. She didn't care that even though the murder room was long empty, anyone could just walk in and see into her office through the open blinds. All that mattered was that finally Andy was almost as close to her as he could possibly get. The feel of his lips against hers was heavenly. The scent of him finally surrounded her completely and she couldn't get enough of it.

God, has it really been weeks?

When she finally released him, not out of want, but rather out of need for air, she couldn't let him go completely. Instead, she rested her forehead against his, and closed her eyes, content to stay like that till Monday for all she cared.

"You're supposed to be working," Andy finally mumbled, sarcastic and teasing, but she could tell he was just as dazed as she was, and she felt more than a little proud of herself for being the cause of it.

"I don't care," she shot back petulantly, causing him to laugh. "I've missed you," she added, pecking his lips once more before pulling back completely.

He gave her a lopsided smile, and she very nearly attacked him with another kiss because she found that smile irresistible and she was sure he very well knew that. "I've missed you, too."

"I would never have guessed," she said, making sure she sounded sufficiently accusatory.

"Well," he shrugged, and the way he dragged the word out had her thinking that perhaps he had been playing that game of theirs all along, "I was gonna show you when we finally got home. Or escaped this goddamn building." He made a show out of securing the report that had slipped between them back into her lap. "You just need to hurry up and finish these."

She narrowed her eyes at him. He was being entirely too nonchalant about this whole thing.

When her stare lasted long enough, he asked, "What?"

He sounded much too innocent for her liking, and then it suddenly hit her. This was payback. For putting up her impenetrable wall of professionalism halfway through their day. For leaving him hanging just as it was getting interesting. Oh, he was good, she decided, impressed, and let him have this moment of revenge. Not only had he been playing their usual little game, he had managed to play her, and put her in his shoes for a change. Her realizations must have played across her face for he suddenly grinned, smug about her catching on only now. She should be furious with him, or herself, but this was only further proof that she had finally met her match. She could only marvel at that instead.

So she playfully rolled her eyes, offering no further acknowledgment of his little victory, even as his grin knowingly widened, and said, "Let me wrap this up then." She planned to seal her decision with another quick kiss, but this time it was Andy who couldn't control himself and whose hands landed on her cheeks, keeping her close while he gave her a deep, languid kiss.

He was grinning again when he pulled back and she opened her eyes. "I like it when you can't contain yourself," he told her, clearly not beyond gloating a little. "Especially at work," he added, his voice loaded with what only moments ago she had been so sorely missing.

She felt her cheeks warming, and other parts of her tingling with renewed desire. "Don't get used to it, Lieutenant," she said, having to force herself to return to her pile of paperwork before she succumbed to her impulses again.

"I won't," he told her, casually enough, "but," he paused, deliberately sliding a hand up her thigh, as he leaned in close, "should you change your mind, you know I'm always game." With that, he gave her thigh a squeeze that instantly made her squirm, then abruptly pulled back.

"Andy," she scolded, but sounded entirely too aroused for it to have the desired effect.

"Commander," he mocked, unconcerned as he located his phone and checked if it was still in one piece.

She shot him a look, but said, "Give me 15 minutes." It took effort not to just drop everything and take him home. "If I'm not done by then," she elaborated, gracing him with a look that matched some of his best smirks, "feel free to go home and start without me."

"Oh," he started ominously, even as his eyes returned to his phone screen, "if you're not done in 15 minutes, I'm starting alright." He shot her a look that would have set a lesser woman on fire, and added, "And not at home either."

She snort-laughed, and kept her eyes on him for a long moment as she contemplated just how much she adored this man and his sense of humor, but then she was startled into blushing, when without so much as sparing her a glance, in forced annoyance, he growled, "Eyes on the reports, Commander!"

Getting home after that had felt like an eternity for both of them. Their car ride home must have been the most tension filled in recorded history, and once they stumbled through the front door, it was no wonder they had barely gotten undressed or even made it to their bed.

"We should retire," Sharon suddenly suggested.

"What?" he asked on a laugh. "You getting too old for all nighters and non-stop cases?"

She tickled his side in reprimand, making him squirm. "No," she said at length. "But I would like to enjoy more of your company while I'm young enough to make the most of it." As if to underline her point, she dragged her fingernails teasingly across his chest.

Even as he groaned, he was suddenly quick to agree. "Wanna put in our papers now, or tomorrow?"

She laughed, then slowly sat up, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she reached behind her back. Unclasping her bra, she said, "First things first."

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Whoops, fade to black! Hope you enjoyed the read! :)

P.S. Special thanks to escapewithstories for her help on this. If you found any mistakes, I'm afraid they're all mine.