Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor

A/N: All fics here are one-shots and will most likely stay one-shots.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Gymnophoria -The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you

"Next time," Andrea said as she stacked their plates and stood from the kitchen bar, where they had eaten dinner, "I'm taking you out to dinner." Before Sharon could interject, she added: "Or at the very least we do this at my place."

There had been four dinner dates, three weekend lunches, and a movie night where Rusty had picked the movie and the three of them ate pizza from that place that he loved. Andrea could remember a handful of times where they almost kissed and had been interrupted, and that one time when Sharon had kissed her so thoroughly she was barely able to make herself leave and go to her own house. Dating Sharon involved a lot of pacing on both their parts, the both of them not wanting to rush but also wanting to make sure the other knew they were certain about what they wanted. But even with all their pacing, there were a lot of moments where Andrea wanted more.

Once the dishes were rinsed and put in the dishwasher, Andrea spun around and leaned against Sharon's sink. The brunette licked her lips and reached for her wine glass, her green eyes staying locked on Andrea's as she took a healthy swallow from the white wine.

"How does that sound to you?" the blonde asked.

"Like you're trying to get me all to yourself," she responded as she placed her glass down and did that little thing with her tongue that drove Andrea a little crazy in the best of ways, capturing whatever liquid that clung to her lips.

Andrea rolled her eyes and turned to hide her smile, the flirtatious tone Sharon used reminding her one of the many reasons she enjoyed spending time with the other woman. "You know what I meant. Dinner. My place. Maybe I can make you that salmon dish you liked so much last time…" Andrea continued to busy herself with 'straightening up' Sharon's tidy counter as she spoke in a persuasive tone. "We could put on some soft music and sit outside, or maybe stay in if you'd prefer it."

"You don't have to talk me into it, Andrea," Sharon said, her voice airy and light, just like the short laugh that floated in the air after she spoke.

"Last time I brought it up-"

"I wasn't ready the last time you invited me over," Sharon responded easily. Andrea turned and faced her, knowing Sharon usually didn't say these things, kept most of her feelings in because she still wasn't used to being with a person she trusted enough to be emotionally open with all the time. "You and I both know you weren't just asking me up for a drink that night."

Andrea wanted to object, but whatever she said wouldn't have been the truth if she did. Sharon had looked phenomenal that night two months ago when they went out dancing, and they had been flirting with each other more than usual that night. Her intentions were clear, even if her nerves prevented her from doing anything more than blurting out her request for Sharon to come up for another drink.

"Just like I know," Sharon said slowly, her voice lowering an octave, "you don't only want me to come over so you can cook me dinner – which you just did for me in my own home, proving that we don't need to go to your house for that. That's not all you want to do."

"Then tell me, Captain, what else do I want to do?"

Sharon hummed and leaned back, her arm raising to rest on the back of the stool. She threaded her fingers through her thick hair and hummed again, slower this time. The sound vibrated in her throat, a low rumble that Andrea had heard in more intimate moments spent together. Green eyes leisurely moved along her form before Sharon licked her lips and looked straight into Andrea's eyes.

"Specifically? I don't know – but I do have a few ideas, a few - -" Sharon hummed again, and Andrea felt her mouth go dry as the brunette's eyes dropped down to Andrea's own hand, the one that was hooked onto the waistband of her jeans - - "scenarios in my head of what you'd like to do."

Andrea watched the woman across from her lick her lips again. Sharon's eyes always looked a little different when she was turned on, a dangerously sexy shade of green that surrounded enlarging pupils. As Sharon's eyes slowly, so, so, so slowly moved up to Andrea's eyes, the blonde watched the slight change in her eyes, took note of the barely-noticeable quickening of her breathing. Andrea's stomach flipped at the sight.

"Sharon?" Her voice sounded deeper to her own ears.

The brunette smiled as she reached for her wine glass, raising a questioning eyebrow. She drank the remainder of the alcohol and then sat up in her seat. "If I'm wrong-"

"You're not," Andrea said quickly, running her fingers through her hair and bringing it away from her neck. Sharon's eyes dropped to the spot just below her ear, her tongue slipping out a little to dampen her lips. The heat Andrea was trying to rid herself only doubled. "What are you thinking about?" Andrea asked before she could stop herself, the look Sharon was giving her making her skin heat.

The wine glass clicked against the granite as it was placed down. The seconds it took Sharon to drag her her eyes from neck to jaw to lips – where she lingered – to Andrea's eyes stretched on for what felt more like hours. It was remarkable how much Sharon could say with an arched eyebrow and smirk. The reaction it got from Andrea was even more remarkable – but Andrea wanted a verbal answer.

"Hmm?" she asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she waited.

Sharon shook her head and got comfortable in her seat, letting her eyes continue the journey Andrea had previously interrupted. It was making the blonde's pulse pick up, the way Sharon looked at her with unconcealed lust in her eyes. Andrea felt like she was being undressed right there in the kitchen, out in the open. She knew from experience that Sharon loved to use her hands – she held her close when they kissed, ran her fingers through blonde locks when she wanted more, brushed her fingertips over any inch of skin that was in her reach when she wanted to tease Andrea, grabbed whenever she just couldn't get enough – but even without Sharon touching her, she felt like each article of clothing she was wearing was slowly being removed from her body.

"Tell me why you want me there," Sharon requested, her voice a shock in the silence that Andrea was getting used to as she enjoyed the way Sharon expressed so much without saying a word. "If you're honest, I'll answer your question."

Andrea snorted and licked her lips. They were dry, her breathing harsher than she had noticed. "Everything I said was true."

"You want more," Sharon told her, her eyes asking for Andrea to just admit it.

So she did. "I do," she responded, going to get herself a glass of wine. Sharon raised her glass up, and Andrea poured her more as well.

"Then tell me what you want."

Andrea's heart pounded in harsh pulses. "You," she answered, simple and quick.

Sharon hummed into her glass of wine. "You want me…" Andrea nodded. "In what ways?"

Andrea laughed, saying under her breath, "In more ways than you can imagine."

"You shouldn't underestimate my imagination," Sharon responded, her tone low and sensual.

Andrea could feel the flush rise from her neck and the heat growing in the pit of her belly. "Your turn," she said, eager to know what was going through Sharon's clever mind.

"Oh, no no no. We're not done with you. I want to know what you want to do with me."

Andrea didn't hesitate with her response, tilting her head a little as she said: "It sounds more like you want to know what I want to do to you."

"Mmm," she hummed, "so you're admitting that you're inviting me over to "do things to me"?"

Andrea's jaw dropped before she scoffed a little. "I didn't say-"

"You just said-"

"That it sounds like that's what you want to hear. There is a big difference."

Sharon laughed lowly and shook her head. "Is it really that difficult to tell me you want to have sex with me?"

Andrea pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it as she said nothing.

The sigh was all for show, Andrea knew, but what Sharon said next was the truth. "Fine. If you won't just tell me what you want… I was thinking about the various things I'd enjoy possibly doing with you if you were interested in the idea of moving this relationship a little further."

"If I was interested! Because it's not embarrassingly obviously that I would love that. Yes. If I want that."

Sharon laughed behind her wine glass, her eyes lighting up. Andrea rolled her own eyes, smiling happily. "You can't even tell me you want to sleep with me."

"You sitting over there undressing me with your eyes is a huge distraction."

Sharon's laughter grew – Andrea loved the sound of it. "Undressing you with me eyes?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes!" she insisted with her own laughter. "Don't even try denying it, Sharon Raydor. You've been thinking about undressing me this entire conversation, probably imagining what-"

"What it would be like to run my hands across every inch of your body," Sharon said softly, the wanting in her voice hitting low in Andrea's belly, even lower between her legs where she'd been getting wet. She looked uncertain for a second, and then she licked her lips and finished her wine. "You don't have to make up excuses for wanting to have me over. I'd love to have some time alone with you."

"Sharon Raydor," Andrea said as she crossed the space between them, "is that your way of saying you want to have sex with me?"

Sharon laughed and pulled her to her. She grabbed her by her waist and leaned forward, her lips going straight to the spot she had her eyes on earlier. Her mouth was hot and wet, lips soft, and the hint of teeth made Andrea bite her lip to stop the undoubtedly loud moan that almost fell from her lips.

"Fuck," she whispered shakily.

"When I want to fuck you, Andrea, I'll make it very clear," she said, her words clear and heavy in the blonde's ear.

"Like right now?" Andrea asked as she pulled back to look at Sharon, half-joking.

"I think we both know that I want you right now."

"But-"

"We only have a little more time alone," Sharon said, her hands slipping under the blonde's shirt.

Andrea sucked in a sharp breath. Sharon looked up and watched as her hands caressed quivering flesh and moved up to the blonde's breasts, watched the way Andrea's eyes closed and her lips parted a little.

"And when we do this, I want to take my time." She leaned forward – Andrea knew because her breath was hotter against her face, closer. "I want to learn exactly how to touch you to make you tremble."

Andrea arched her chest and moaned; Sharon responded by palming her breasts, squeezing with just enough pressure. "You're driving me crazy," she whispered, putting her hands on Sharon's thighs and squeezing tight.

"Not yet I'm not," she whispered, her lips brushing Andrea's. "But when you invite me over for dinner, I certainly will."

"Fuck."