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The first month after John got out of the hospital, Bright and him were practically inseparable. The only time she really spent away from him was to go home and sleep, and eventually that felt like too much.
They had been eating snacks on the couch and watching random daytime tv when Andrea decided to ask what she’s been wanting to.
“Do you care if I stay over tonight? I’ll take the couch,” she uttered quickly before he could assume the worst. It’s not like John wasn’t attractive, because god was he. But she didn’t want to spend the night for any other reason than she felt safe in his company.
Okay. Obviously she had other reasons, like wanting to be close to him and also hating the time they were apart. She refused to look deeper into her feelings and just chalked it up as part of her trauma. If she looked to hard, she could ruin what they had going.
Realizing John was just staring at her, she cleared her throat, ready to explain. “I mean. Not in like that way but”
“Yeah, I’d like that,” came John’s breathless reply. “And you’re not sleeping on the couch. My bed is big enough for both of us.”
Andrea felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. The rest of the evening was spent making small talk until they were both too tired to move. John shut the tv off and began heading toward the bedroom. When he noticed she wasn’t following him, he stopped and looked back at her.
“You coming?” He held his hand out to her and once she took it, gently pulled her so she would be following him. He arranged the bed, making sure she would have plenty of space if she was uncomfortable with this. He dropped her hand, motioning for her to climb under the covers.
Once she seemed comfortable, he climbed in beside her and shut off the bedside lamp. A small whispered goodnight was all he heard before she rolled toward the windows and he assumed fell asleep. John hadn’t shared a bed with anyone in a long time, hell since he was in college. It took him a few minutes to adjust to the soft body sleeping next to him, but once he rolled over opposite her, he found himself finding comfort in her breathing. He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to overtake him.
Waking up the next morning, it took Andrea a minute to remember where she was. She thought back to the night before and smiled softly. She knew they slept in the same bed but she was sure they both fell asleep on opposite sides. Yet her she was, curled around John’s side, her arm wrapped around his middle and her legs entwined with his. She thought about extricating herself from his body but couldn’t bear the loss of warmth. Instead she snuggled in closer, hoping he would sleep for just a bit longer.
As luck would have it, her stirring must have woken him because next thing she knew the hand on her back began rubbing small circles into her skin. She gave him a small smile and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
The next week was spent exactly like this. They fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed only to wake up tangled in each other’s arms. And every morning Andrea would get up and make breakfast and neither would talk about their sleeping situation. They weren’t awkward around each other so she figured he must be okay with it too.
Andrea has just cleaned up after dinner and was putting away dishes when John snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She let out a small gasp but didn’t pull away.
“I figure, tonight,” he began, his voice low and raspy, “we can just go to sleep together. No point in denying how we been waking up.” He rested his head on her shoulder and she felt the smile he pressed to the skin there. She just nodded, a small smile of her own tugging at her lips. “Let’s put these away and go watch a movie.”
When the dishes were done and the entire kitchen cleaned, he arranged them on the couch, Andrea tucked into his side, a blanket covering them both. She snuggled in as close as she could and they settled in to watch some action film on tv.
Before she knew it, her eyes were dropping and she was being scooped up b strong arms and carried to the bed they’ve been sharing. She was softly deposited on her designated side, but instead of rolling over to face the window, she waited as John turned the lights off and climbed into bed.
Once he was laid down, she hugged herself into his side, arm draped across his toned abdomen, and a leg wrapped between his. Just like every morning, he began to run circles into the small of her back where his hand rested. She let out a small groan as she felt herself relaxing even more. Before she could drift fully off to sleep, John tilted her face towards him and placed a small, quick kiss to her lips. As he pulled away, she felt herself following him, her body and mind out of sync. He let out a small chuckle and relaxed back into the bed.
“Go to sleep, doll, we can talk in the morning.” And with that she rested her head back on his chest and before she could even think about the kiss, she was fast asleep.
Waking up, she realized they had changed positions in the middle of the night. She was now on her side facing the window, but John was tucked into her back, one arm resting beneath his head, the other around her midsection. She wanted to turn in his arms when she realized something was pressing against her lower back.
“Oh,” she gasped softly, fighting the urge to push back against him.
“M’ sorry,” John mumbled as he shifted his hips away from her. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back against her, grinding her ass into his still hardening cock. “Shit, don’t do things like that.” His voice was breathless and still raspy from sleep.
“What if I want to,” came Andrea’s quiet response. Without another word, John flipped them over so that she was on her back and he was resting between her legs. He took a moment to just stare down at her. He tried to remember when he fell for her but the minute they started hanging out, he knew they had a connection.
Without another word, he rested back on his knees and began lifting her shirt over her head. She nodded her consent and lifted up a little to allow better access. Once the shirt was removed, John tossed it somewhere in the room and just stared down at her. Feeling a bit self conscious she began to cover herself but John’s gentle grip stopped her.
“Don’t ever hide from me,” he practically begged. How could she ever say no to that face? She rested her hands on his knees and watched as he removed his sleep shirt. Tentatively, Andrea ran her hands up his abdomen, the muscles twitching between her gentle caress. John let out a small breath and pushed his stomach into her hands. She smiled a little and increased the pressure, dragging her nails down to his boxers.
She dipped her fingers into the waistband and loved the groan it pulled from his throat. His noises urging her on, she pushed against him until she could sit up, and pushed his boxers down his hips. His cock sprang free and she practically gasped at the sight of it. He was already so hard and they’ve only done gentle touching. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this wanted, this desired.
Without anymore preamble, she reached out and stroked him gently, loving the noises he was making above her. She shifted their positions on the bed and laid John on his back, removing his boxers the rest of the way. It was her turn to just look and take in the sight that was John Shaw. She knew he was fit bit damn was his body gorgeous.
She bent down and placed a gentle kiss to the scar healing on his right hip, continuing to pepper kisses along both hips before finally reaching what she really wanted. She pressed a kiss to the head of his dick and his hips jerked upwards, searching for more. She chuckled softly and placed her hands on his hips to hold her still.
Without any warning she took him as far into her mouth as she could, enjoying the weight of him on her tongue. The groans and oh god and right there spurred her on. She bobbed her head slowly at first, getting used to the size of him before she pulled off with a noisy pop.
John made a sound similar to a whine but kept his hands at his side. She smiled, loving the fact that he was trying to restrain himself. She lazily strokes him while she kissed up his chest, finally planting a messy kiss to his lips. He kissed back with just as much desire, angling their mouths so he could slip his tongue in her mouth. As they explored each other’s mouth, John snaked his hand between their bodies, running her clit through the thin shorts she was wearing.
Gasping at the sensation, Andrea had to fight the urge not to rut her hips to get more friction. Sensing her train of thought, he pulled her shorts and panties aside, sliding a single finger between her slick folds. She moaned into his mouth and John swallowed every moan and mewl as he continued to stroke her. He circled her clit once, twice, and then his finger was inside her, pumping in and out slowly, the angle difficult.
He teased around her entrance with his finger while his thumb found her clit and continued to rub small circles around the sensitive nub.
“More,” she practically begged, finally pushing down against his hand. He gave a small laugh and removed his hands. Before she would whine in disappointment, he went back with two fingers, the angle a little better this time. He could only pump his fingers in the little space between their bodies, so she finally broke the kiss and leaned back, riding his fingers.
“That’s is baby, take what’s yours,” he loaned, one hand on her hip while the other was driving her mad between her legs. Without warning she climbed off the bed, quickly shedding her shorts and panties and climbed back onto John, her hips resting just above his aching cock. She leaned down and kissed him again, half tempted to ask for a condom but she absolutely needed to feel him inside her right now. She lifted her hips up, balancing with one hand on his chest while the other guided his tip to her entrance. John hissed and both hands came out to grab her hips.
“Are you sure?” She knew what he was asking and she nodded.
“I’m clean,” and John could hear the question hanging in the air and he nodded, saying me too, and with that she sat down, their hips meeting, sheathing him inside in one quick motion.
They both groaned at the sensation, John’s hands dripping her hips to hold onto some semblance of control. After taking a few seconds just to enjoy the sensation, she lifted her hips, setting a slow and steady rhythm. She began to ride him, bouncing up and down, trying to keep some semblance of a rhythm. Within just a few moments she felt her orgasm approaching and it seemed like her legs decided now was the time to stop working.
John must have sensed this, because taking hold of her hips he began to fuck up into her with purpose, both of them chasing their own orgasms. Andrea felt her walls begin to clench and tried to warn him but the only thing that came out was a low whine before her walls were clenching down on him, her entire body shaking with her release.
John’s thrusts faltered for just a second, before he was pumping up into her one, two, three more times before she felt him spilling inside of her. She never knew that would be something she would like, having never allowed it before, but feeling his seed spill inside her triggered another small orgasm causing them both to gasp.
Dropping to his chest, Andrea wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed both of them to catch their breath.
John was the first one to speak, rubbing circles into her thighs where they were still pressed together, “how long?”
“Hm?” was her groggy reply. She was thoroughly fucked out.
“How long have you wanted this?” Oh. That’s what he meant.
“Uh, since the first day I spent at your apartment?” She didn’t mean for it to come out as a question but she also didn’t want it to sound too forward. He just laughed and hugged her even closer, allowing his soft member to slip from her body. He knew they had a mess to clean up but neither could bring themselves to move.
“You mean we could have been doing this the entire time?” His voice was light and she could tell he was smiling. She began to smile to, pressing soft kisses into his shoulder. Instead of moving to clean up, she climbed off of his lap and curled into his side once more. The silence between them was comfortable, basking in the glow of what just happened. She wasn’t expecting it when John began to speak again. “I think I fell for you that day in the hospital.”
Another smile accompanied by another kiss to his shoulder where her head was resting. “I think I fell for you when I first saw you.” John leaned over and kissed her forehead, her nose and then finally her lips.
“I know we have a lot of shit to deal with, especially me, but with you by my side I know I can get through it.” Her heart soared at his words. She couldn’t think of what to say back so she leaned up on an elbow and kissed him again, trying to portray everything she felt in this one kiss. He must have understood because she felt him smile into the kiss before pulling away, placing another kiss to her cheek.
She knew the recovery process from something like they went through wasn’t going to be easy. But with John by her side and her by his, she knew they could handle anything that was thrown their way.
Especially telling the Chief about their relationship when they returned to work.