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Sharon sighed as she felt her body drifting towards consciousness, and she began to notice several things.

It was bright, she was warm, and she was very comfortable.

Her legs were tangled together with something soft and silky with a warm layer on top. and her upper half was curled up and pressed against something just as soft, one hand splayed out, the other...

Andrea. Sharon felt her face heat. Yes, her hand was definitely admiring certain assets.

Sharon lay still; after years of waking up cold and alone, waking up in luxurious comfort was worth savouring, however embarrassing.

Shifting slightly, Sharon realised she was lying on the sofa, their new sofa, the one that had taken months of searching for; apparently it had been worth every minute of every debate and every cent of the price tag.

Sofa..

Date night..

Rusty at a friends..

Reading..

Wine..

Laughing..

Kissing..

Sofa..

Morning..

RUSTY

Sharon moved. The curtains and blinds were wide open, clothing was scattered all over the floor, and wine glasses, wine bottles, books and Sharon's glasses were all discarded on the coffee table to her left. And one Andrea, looking.. looking.. Sharon felt a heat flash through her.

Undisturbed by Sharon's sudden movement, Andrea lay on her back, face peaceful and relaxed, one hand under her head, the other one Sharon had apparently been lying on.

Sharon studied Andrea closer, hand reaching out to ghost over her body. Sharon bit her lip and breathed deeply. Andrea was partially covered by the same blanket as Sharon. Andrea was also covered in a multitude of marks of various sizes dotted all over her upper body, her chest, her ribs, her collarbones, and her hip bones.

 A deep sense of satisfaction was rolling through her. Sharon didn't consider herself a territorial person. Protective, absolutely. Territorial, no. With Andrea she just couldn't help herself. There would always be a trigger, sometimes small, sometimes big. Someone's eyes lingering too long where they had no business lingering, or getting to watch Andrea annihilate an opponent in the courtroom.

Sharon would revel in the noises and gasps Andrea would make as Sharon diligently marked each patch of skin. The addictive twin licks of desire and pride when Sharon, or god forbid anyone else, saw Sharon's work. Look what I did... this beautiful, intelligent woman chooses to be with me.

Sharon swallowed, feeling her mouth water, her eyes flicking to the one place she really wanted to mark; with Andrea's head tilted just so, the cord of her neck muscle was on perfect display. Andrea would kill her...

Sharon glanced up at the large clock on the wall, the only thing she could make out without her glasses, 11am, shit..

"Andrea." Bending down, Sharon lay flush against Andrea, lips skating down Andrea's neck.

"Humm. Warm arms embraced her as Andrea moved. "God, it's bright in here."

"We need to move." Pulling back from Andrea's embrace. "Rusty is due home."

"Just a few more minutes," Andrea leant up, closing the distance and joining their lips.

"No," Sharon moved her lips, breaking their kiss, and sat up. "It's 11am; I'd rather not be caught naked in the living room by my youngest."

Sharon felt her eyebrows raise and her breath huff as Andrea licked a swipe over her palm. "Very mature." Standing Sharon switched into mum mode, beginning to make a pile of discarded clothing, returning cushions and removing other debris while throwing on a cardigan in the event Rusty did open the front door. "Go." Arm raised Sharon pointed in the direction of their bedroom.

"I'm going, I'm going." Reaching the beginning of the hallway, Andrea turned. "Can I convince you to join me in the shower?" Promptly dodging the cushion Sharon threw in her direction, hand raised "Going, going."

Sharon shook her head; clearing the living room, she moved through to the kitchen and began rinsing the wine glasses, ready for the dishwasher, listening to the sounds of Andrea moving around.

"SHARON O'DWYER RAYDOR!! I look like a chew toy!"