A/N: And now we've reached the last chapter, and my favorite of them all. I was definietly more in my element with this one, so I feel like the smut was tighter and flowed better. Plus all the emotions... that's actually my favorite thing to write. So hopefully y'all enjoy, and thanks for reading!

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Sharon barely has time to close her water bottle before Andy's capturing her lips in a deep kiss. The day he tires of kissing this woman's mouth...well, that day will never come. He revels in the silky smooth feeling of cold lips gliding against his own, his hands everywhere on Sharon's body. Andy knows all of Sharon's dips and curves well enough to draw a map of her body – blindfolded. Sharon might be the one with a love for art, but it is Andy who knows a true masterpiece when he sees it. Sharon's body is made up of exquisite lines and slopes that not even the most talented of artists could create.

His thumbs brush over her nipples in tight circles, the peaks of weighty breasts puckering beneath the slightly rough texture of his skin. His touch earns him first a light moan and then a nip to his bottom lip, her entire body swaying into him. Her hand sneaks between them and cradles his cock, skin damp and cool from the bottle of water that he had heard fall to the floor when he tugged Sharon into him. Even without stroking him or applying much pressure to his hard shaft, Sharon makes him feel a familiar dizzying sensation. He twitches in her palm and starts moving his hands lower on her body, towards her hips.

Sharon's breath hitches – her head tumbles back and she trembles, muscles beneath his hands quivering – and she guides him away from her addictive lips. Andy. Her voice shakes as she moans his name, whispers it, and her fingers squeeze his cock. Andy's answering groan of appreciation is mumbled against her neck, lips hungry for her as though he's starving. She pants and elongates her neck, offering herself to him to have as he pleases. Strong licks with the flat of his wet tongue, slow, moving over a fluttering pulse and flicking below a delicate ear turn into soft bites and hard kisses. She likes to be kissed on her neck, and so Andy brushes his lips over and over the sensitive stretch of skin, drawing out soft moans and whispered words.

He guides her back to the table and she laughs as they collide with it, Sharon's hands on the edge of the wooden surface while he's lowering down to the floor. He drags his mouth down her heaving chest, eyes focused on the lust-blown ones refusing to leave his face. Sharon's skin is salty from sweat and smells so damn good that he just presses his face to her stomach and breathes in while stroking her back. Sharon's jaw is slack and her breaths are loud in the otherwise quiet apartment; it rushes out like wind just before a storm, whipping through the air.

"On the table," Andy says between opened-mouth kisses on her hips. He lets his teeth scrape the skin and listens to the hiss he expected. He nibbles a little harder and drags one of his hands over the sexy curve of her ass and down to one of her thighs, gripping her there.

Sharon licks her lips, a light chuckle leaving her mouth again even as she pants and continues to arch into him. "People eat on this table."

Andy's on his haunches when he shrugs his shoulders. He noses his way to her cunt and then sticks out his tongue as he makes her widen her stance. He uses his fingers and spreads her labia, eyes still on Sharon's, and then takes a long, strong lick right over her clitoris. He's thirsty for her and does not bother with making her wait for something they both want. He'd wanted her like this earlier, and he's going to enjoy the taste of Sharon on his tongue.

She breathes in a sharp breath and instantly locks her hands behind his head. She shudders. But Andy stops after a few more strokes. Sharon's eyes plead, but he looks at the table meaningfully. "Andy," she breathes out, rolling her hips forward. "Please don't stop."

She smells so damn good that just that small movement makes the strong scent of her arousal even more powerful, even more enticing. And the taste of her from a few licks is hardly enough. He groans, massaging the back of her thighs. "Up on the table and I promise I won't stop until you can't take anymore."

Sharon's entire body trembles with his lust-laced promise. "People–"

Andy interrupts her by snaking his tongue out and fluttering it over her exposed clitoris for a few seconds, fast but steady, making her eyes slam shut and her fingers tug his hair. She moans loud and unabashed, and Andy's worried he might come just from watching her as he pleasures her.

"I eat right here," he all but growls, his arousal making his voice rougher, his desperation to have her making him a little impatient. "And right now it's you I plan on eating." He sucks on her wet flesh for emphasis, licks her clit. "Then, the next time I have breakfast or dinner at this table, I'm going to think about the time I made you come at this very spot." The vibrations of his words travel through her body, his lips on her cunt, his eyes watching every reaction that crosses her face and takes over her sinfully beautiful body. "Now, on the table."

Sharon pushes things to the side with a trembling hand and then Andy stands up to help her on the table. She sits right where Andy takes his meals when he's at the apartment, his seat, and she looks uncertain for a second or two. But then she brings a hand to his cheek and guides him to her mouth, stealing the breath from his lungs. His nerve endings are on fire, his cock throbbing and twitching and getting back the complete hardness it had had before he allowed himself to relax a little. And his hands are between Sharon's legs, stroking her wet flesh while they kiss passionately.

When they part, Sharon sucks in a mouthful of air and pushes Andy's head down lower, silently urging him to continue downward. He takes great pleasure in this and enjoys every second of kissing Sharon's smooth skin. There's not much that's more satisfying than hearing her moan softly as he cups her breast and brings his mouth to it, lets his tongue wrap around a sensitive nipple before teeth tease and then tug at it. Not many things make Andy groan with pleasure the way he does when his mouth is at her impressively wet center and he gets to taste how aroused Sharon his. And nothing, and he truly means nothing, does for him what hearing Sharon moan his name does.

"Oh my..." Sharon gulps, one leg over Andy's shoulder, thighs parted wide, sticky wet glistening cunt open to Andy's eager mouth. He licks her fully, stroking his hot tongue over her flesh and applying the perfect amount of pressure when he reaches her clit. She bucks her hips and pulls his head in closer, eyes rolling back. He licks up and down, gathering her wetness on his tongue and savoring her taste. "Yessss. Please, Andy. I need more."

Andy thinks about the way Sharon's body had felt against him while they were dancing earlier in the night, the way she moved with the music and let it flow through her limbs and hips and take control of her body. As he watches her now, a wave seeming to control her chest, stomach, and hips, he decides that it's her pleasure that now has control of her body. He sucks on her clit, nuzzling and working his mouth at the same time, desperate for the sensation of drowning in both her scent and her taste, hungry for her flesh as much as he is for the sounds she makes as she clings to his head and gives herself to him.

"Ye-ye-ye-ye-yes," she pants.

His tongue moves in a steady rhythm over her clit, and while one hand holds her up at the sweaty spot on her back, the other massages her breasts and neck and stomach. He just wants all of her, greedy greedy greedy Andy who craves every part of Sharon. He does not only crave the taste of her arousal, the feel of her flesh. He hungers for the long days together at work just as much as the soft rush of her breath as she moves closer to orgasm. He burns with need for sleepy mornings where they're grouchy and don't want to speak until they have caffeine running through their bloodstream with the same intensity he wants to be inside her, giving her pleasure while whispering her name in a grateful prayer. Greedy greedy greedy Andy is a gluttonous man, but his hunger isn't a simple one.

Sharon throws her head back and lets out a deep mmmm. When Andy's tongue starts moving away from her clit and to her entrance, she shifts and wraps both legs around him, holding him in place. "No, no, no. You were perfect right..." Andy sucks the bundle of nerves back into his mouth and works his tongue from side to side quickly. She squeals and then rushes to cover her mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

Andy chuckles against her and takes both of her hips into his hands. He holds Sharon still and focuses on her clit, lips, tongue, and even a little bit of teeth because it makes her whine in her throat. His grip is tight on her, just shy of bruising. Her skin is slick with sweat and throwing out heat like it doesn't know what to do with it. He speeds up his tongue and then slows it down, loosens his lips and then sucks long and hard, alternating pressures until Sharon's scratching the back of his neck and moaning words that make absolutely no sense to him.

And then he really pays attention, while his tongue is fluttering over this one particular spot on the bundle of nerves. "Theretheretheregonnacomepleaseplease." He makes out the pleases first, even though they're the last thing she says before she's screaming – screaming – and digging her nails into his skin so hard there will definitely be marks left behind.

Andy barely gives her time to breathe before he's licking her entrance, tongue full and thick and tasting her. Sharon whimpers, still trembling from the last orgasm. He gives her maybe a minute before going back to her clit, knowing it's too sensitive right away, but after she's calmed down she can easily be brought over the edge again. And he does exactly that, pushing her thigh over so he has room to slide one finger inside her to rub that sensitive pad of flesh – her G-spot, the spot that took a while to locate but is definitely where his finger is when she squeaks and tells him to stay right where he is because she's going to come again. Captain's orders must be followed, and so he does as he's told and licks her clit and massages with his finger until Sharon's tight tight tight around him and so damn warm and wet that he can hardly contain how sexy he finds it, finds her.

The rush of the night comes later, after Andy's cock threatens to spill out all on its own because he's so damn preoccupied with making Sharon come that he's not giving it much attention. They're in the bed, and Sharon's riding him, nails once again digging into his skin, sheets wet beneath him. His chest this time is where she's bound to leave little nail marks, but that's nothing compared to the large bruise already formed at one of her hips, nor the two on her breast.

The chant since they've been in bed has been: so hot, so wet, so soft. Over and over and over again in his head it plays, his hands caressing her wonderful curves and moving to tease her clit every now and then as she fucks him. Her breasts move with her movement, her hair over one shoulder, sticking to her sweaty skin at her neck and forehead, and her eyes hold his gaze whenever they're open. It's a miracle he hasn't come yet, because Andy's weak when Sharon's on top of him. She gets this determined look on her face, lip caught between teeth when she's not smirking from making Andy growl her name, brow furrowed, and there's nothing about it that doesn't make Andy feel like he's dangling from a razor-thin edge, about to fall to a sweet, sweet death.

Sharon pants and moves her hands to the headboard instead of his chest, using it to put more force behind her hips. Andy leans his head up and licks her stomach, groaning at the salt that tickles his tongue. She clamps around him, inner muscles strong and tight. Tighten. Release. Tighten. Release. His hands squeeze her ass, her thighs, and then he's at her back, making her arch down to his mouth. When she comes to him, Andy's awaiting mouth pulls in as much of her breast as he can and sucks hard.

She hisses and slams down on him, shaking and using her entire body to fuck him. "Oh my god," she breathes out. "Andy. Andy. Oh, wow. Andy, come for me," she pleads, and she sounds like she's going to crumble into a million pieces with her pleasure, like it's too much for her and she needs him to come so she can let go too. She falls down on top of him, breast leaving his wet mouth, and breathes heavily into his ear while rubbing against him while he's still inside her. "Please. Oh, please," she whispers through messy kisses.

Andy growls and rolls them over quickly, arm wrapped around her small waist. The look in her eyes is enough, but he still seals their lips together in a hard, desperate kiss and brings their hips together with deep, harsh thrusts. She scratches his back and their moans melt into one sound between their mouths as he comes with thick, hot pulses and rough jerks. While kissing, they roll back over, sharing a long moment together until Sharon's body is no longer taut with tension.

Sharon rolls off of Andy and lies down beside him, hand splayed out on sweat-soaked skin. He turns his head and watches her, two hearts racing as they try to catch their breaths.

Andy remembers what it was like the first time they slept together, how Sharon stared up at the ceiling with a soft smile and flecks of gold in her eyes for almost five minutes when they finished; he hadn't taken his eyes off of her for even a second. She'd laughed and rolled over and kissed his lips so slowly that it felt like time had stopped for them, like the world stopped spinning but they were still moving. Andy still remembers the way Sharon's lips had brushed across his mouth with the same delicate touch one might use when trying to carve the entire alphabet into an egg shell without cracking it. It was the tenderest of touches he had ever experienced – not the one to his lips but the one that caressed his quickly-beating heart. He'd held her close that night and knew with certainty that he would never want to hold another that way.

Eyes on her now, that thought has not changed for Andy. He leans over and presses his lips to her shoulder, looking up at her flushed face as he makes a trail with his mouth on the freckle-dusted curve, heading towards her neck. She reaches over and caresses his face, fingers warm to the touch and incredibly gentle, especially when compared to the way they went at it tonight. He pauses his journey to turn his head and kiss her palm, and then he's back a few centimeters above her collarbone. There's a faint red scratch right before he reaches her neck, and Andy lets his lips linger over it, imagining the touch soothing it. Sharon's breaths are almost back to normal after he's finished traveling along the curve of her neck. His lips brush her cheek, eyes lifting up and being greeted by forest green.

"Hey," Andy whispers, towering over half of Sharon's body.

Sharon pulls her arm free from beneath Andy and smiles, holding his face with both of her hands. "Hi," she whispers back with a low laugh. It's music to Andy's ear.

"How do you feel?"

She moans throatily. "Marvelous." He grins at that. "You?"

"Exhausted."

Sharon laughs again. "Me too. And a bit sore. Mmm."

"You're a lot to keep up with. I think you forget I'm an old man."

Sharon rolls her eyes at him. "You're the one who exhausted me, Andy, not the other way around."

"I just want to make you feel good. All the time. However I can. For as long as I can. You deserve nothing less."

"I feel incredible," she whispers, breathing out softly.

She strokes his cheek with her palm, then the backs of her fingers. Andy can only grin at her. He's a big sap sometimes, he knows it, and nothing brings it out of him like having Sharon look at him like this. She's like a blossoming flower whose petals are opening before the sun. Her face opens up so beautifully, her eyes twinkle and her lips curve into a full smile. He finds her breathtakingly beautiful in these moments and doesn't dare to look away, refusing to miss out on the softness of her face when she's this happy and relaxed. His brain fills with all the things he wants to say to her, but he savors the moment instead.

"What have I told you about looking at me like that?" Sharon says, nose scrunching up at the bridge when she goes to cover her face. "God, I must look awful. I'm sweaty, and my makeup is..."

Andy knocks her hand away so she can't block his view, and she quiets immediately. Her eyes hold onto his and their fingers lace together; she smiles again.

"You are the most beautiful woman to me. Sweaty, messed up makeup, sex hair, and anything else you can think of..." Andy looks into her eyes meaningfully and shrugs the best he can while leaning on one of his arms. "I still can't get enough of you. I still want to spend every second looking into your eyes and seeing this, seeing the happiness that spills out of you when it's just you and me here. It's beautiful. Damn," he whispers. "You're beautiful."

Sharon leans up and presses her mouth to Andy's. She sighs softly and just holds her lips there for a few seconds. When she moves her lips, it's to reply with the words that he can read in her eyes all the time, can feel in her comforting touch when something's bothering him, can hear even when that's not what she's saying at all.

"And you are a remarkable man, Andy Flynn. A pleasurable surprise that I feel tremendously lucky to have in my life." She brushes her lips against his and lightly scratches her fingers through his hair like he likes it. "A man I find myself falling deeper in love with every moment I spend getting to know you better, every day I have with you." She kisses his mouth once more and then rests her head on the bed, her hair all over the place and her eyes filled with adoration and hope. "I love you."

"And I love you. Hell, I've loved you for so long that I don't see a day in my future when I won't be thinking about how lucky I am and how much better off I am with you."

Sharon leans up and kisses him, laughing into his mouth. "How do we always go from trying to tear each other's clothes off to whispering things in bed that sound like they came out of some romance novel?"

Andy chuckles against her lips and rolls over, taking her with him so that she's draped over him. "Can't help that I'm in love with such an amazing woman."

Sharon's eyes close and she breathes out through her parted lips. "That's going to take some getting used to," she admits quietly. He can feel the quick beats of her heart against his chest. Andy's hands rub her back in a way that he hopes she finds comforting, touch light as fingers drag up to her shoulder blade from the small of her back. She hums after a few moments of silence and then kisses the corner of his mouth. "It's been a long time since someone I was in relationship said that to me and I didn't feel the need to question if they meant it or if they were just trying to soften me up for something."

Andy's frown is instantly kissed away by Sharon's lips. His anger, however, will not be pushed away so easily. He knows he hasn't always treated Sharon the best during their time working together, but he can't imagine how anyone who truly knew her, who got the woman behind the walls that Sharon had put up to shield herself years ago, could possibly want to do anything other than give her all the love they have. Sure, Sharon and Andy still clash, and they argue from time to time, but he loves her wholeheartedly because not doing so no longer makes sense to him.

"You don't have to worry about that with me," he promises her. "I am so crazy about you, Sharon..." Andy trails off with a light chuckle and a squeeze to her bare hip.

"Mmm. I know." Her eyes dance as she looks into his eyes again. "You're not the best at hiding your feelings, Andy," she says with a laugh of her own while she traces lines on his face with her fingers. "Everything I need to know is right there in your eyes all the time. I see how much I mean to you, how much you care about me." She licks her lips and closes her eyes, taking a slow breath. "It feels really good to have someone look at you as if you're the most important person in the room, and I've never truly had that until I was with you."

"Damn idiots," he growls, brushing his hand over her hair, tucking it behind her ear. "Every person you've been with, I swear. To be loved by a woman who, albeit being stubborn and maybe a little bit of a control freak sometimes," he says with a teasing tone to make her smile, then clears his throat and continues seriously. "To be loved by a woman who loves so easily and strongly and not see that what you have is rare and you should cherish it... Damn fools."

She smiles and opens her eyes; there's a sheen of wetness to them that wasn't there before that he won't bring attention to. Instead, he kisses her on the mouth, hard and purposeful. When they end their kiss, she yawns and glances over to the clock. He looks too and then pats her butt.

"Go shower so we can get some sleep. I'll clean up the front a little, change the sheets, and then I'll shower once you're finished."

Sharon kisses his lips and then gets up from the bed, groaning as she stretches her well-used muscles. "I won't be long."

After Andy's showered, his skin smelling like lavender despite the fact that he has his own body wash in the bathroom, he slips back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He's not surprised to see Sharon's already sleeping, her breaths even and soft in the lamp-lit room. He's sporting a ridiculously huge smile on his face, and for a moment he just stands there looking at her. Sharon Raydor is a woman bigger than life that somehow barely takes up any room on the bed as she lays curled up on her side. That spot behind her is his, the dip at her waist where his arm gets to wrap around her, the curve of her butt where his groin goes.

You lucky sonofabitch.

He has no idea what he's done to deserve this, or Sharon, but he's going to spend every day of his life with the woman of his dreams making sure he keeps her happy. Moving to his drawer in one of her dressers, he pulls out a fresh t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. He has a drawer, space in her closet, items all over the bathroom, and a mug that everybody knows belongs to him because only Andy would drink his coffee out of something with a caricature of his own face on it. But most importantly, Andy has Sharon and a place in her big heart.

Andy turns off the lamp and then carefully climbs into bed, slipping under the covers. He scoots over slowly, aligning Sharon's body with his own. The sheets are warm and fresh; everything smells so good, like floral detergent and lavender body wash and... Andy breathes in as he kisses Sharon's bare shoulder, grinning. Everything smells like Sharon.

"Mmm," he hears Sharon softly hum. "Was getting cold without you," she mumbles, barely sounding like she's awake as she speaks into her pillow.

Andy smiles and pulls her closer and the cover tighter around them. He strokes her arm as he whispers, "I'm here now."

Sharon hums again and tangles their fingers together. "Yes you are."

"And I'm here to stay."

The end.

I actually finished something for once! Woo-hoo! Thanks for reading.