defyingnormalcy replied to your post:I wish you would write a fic where Sharon dumped...
Can’t blame you. This fandom is as hostile as it has ever been. It’s insane.
It’s not that. Not really anyway. I just honestly don’t care about the characters anymore. The writing has become so piss poor that I feel that I could do a better job. At least I’d be worried about keeping the characters actually in character. Aside from the name and Mary, there is nothing about this Sharon that is even remotely similar to the Sharon from the Closer. I just can’t be bothered. My hatred for the writing would show in my fics. So no. Not gonna happen.
You had me hanging by a thread waiting for Sharon's reply & then my stomach dropped as Andrea decided to just come out & say it was for a date! How do you do this so subtly? Make it seem effortless? I love all that tension & then: release! Delicious.
Eeeee! (That’s literally the reaction I made while reading your response.)
phantomunmasked replied to your post “009. Smile”
Omg. Amazing. Absolutely great pacing.
Thank you so much! :)
defyingnormalcy replied to your post “009. Smile”
Ugh. I want to bathe in this fic. It's so perfect. I love the slight awkwardness and shyness...its precious to see Andrea vulnerable like that. And I just love everything about this okay?
docileboy replied to your post “is there some kind of self help guide or advice column that addresses...”
We should start a support group.
can we? I feel like a part of my soul has died???
defyingnormalcy replied to your post “is there some kind of self help guide or advice column that addresses...”
It's called fanfic. You happily ignore what you don't like in canon and rewrite it to your heart's content in fic. ��
this! unfortunately though, two weeks away from the internet combined with just finishing missparker‘s Brenda.Sharon masterpiece before I watched the latest episode has left me in the worst way. it’s like I achieved my ultimate headcanon and was violently pulled back to earth
Andrea had watched Sharon rub her shoulders and wince one too many times at her desk.
“All right. You’re taking a break,” she declared, getting up from the sofa, where she had been watching mindless television as Sharon looked over something Rusty had written. Sharon had tentatively offered to read through it for him, and Andrea was sure it was the small yet hopeful smile Sharon had given him that made Rusty hesitantly hand over the first draft.
“What was that?” Sharon asked, slowly looking up, glasses low on her nose.
A small smile twitched at Andrea’s mouth as she stood. Sharon smiled too, using both hands to push her glasses back.
“Go get in the bed.” She pointed towards their bedroom as she walked in the same direction.
Sharon’s brow lifted and she spun around to watch as Andrea walked. “Andrea, it’s four in the afternoon.”
Andrea chuckled at the scandalized tone, pausing to tilt her head and meet her partner’s eyes. “I’m going to give you a massage,” she said slowly.
“Oh.” Sharon looked to the papers spread out on her desk and then to Andrea, pausing before pushing herself up from the seat.
When Sharon was close, she reached and arm out and wrapped her hand around Sharon’s wrist to pull her over. Sharon’s stepped into Andrea’s arms, a surprised laugh escaping her throat when their bodies were suddenly pressed together.
“And for the record,” Andrea whispered, wrapping her arms around Sharon’s slim waist and sliding her hands down and over the curve of Sharon’s backside, “it was much, much earlier in the day last week when you had me bent over the table.”
Sharon’s breath hitched and she swatted Andrea’s arm lightly, her eyes dancing. “We hadn’t had an empty apartment in weeks,” she said, her voice a pitch higher as she defended herself. “And you initiated that.”
Andrea laughed and ducked her head to kiss Sharon’s neck. “Mmhmm.” She walked them backwards, peppering the side of Sharon’s neck with kisses as they took careful steps.
When Andrea walked them into the wall, Sharon hissed. “I thought you were supposed to be making my back feel better?” she joked, voice a little breathy, hot against Andrea’s skin.
Andrea pulled back, grinned mischievously, and then spun Sharon around. The blonde pushed her back against the wall, making Sharon face it, and then put her hands on her lover’s hips. She started at Sharon’s neck and working her way down Sharon’s spine, kissing her skin and then over the shirt she slowly lifted. When Sharon moaned and rolled her hips, making her back arch, Andrea bunched the shirt up above Sharon’s breasts and licked a wet trail from the small of Sharon’s back to where the cotton shirt rested.
“Ooh.”
Andrea felt a rush of heat between her thighs at the sound of the sigh. “In the bed,” she said again, this time a sharp command, a massage no longer her method of choice for making Sharon’s body feel better.
defyingnormalcy replied to your post “If you're still accepting the NSFW prompts, "You're too good at this"....”
THIS FIC GIVES ME LIFE. AS DOES THE FACT THAT YOU ARE ACTIVELY WRITING FIC. LET ME LOVE YOU. XOXOXOXO
Yipppee! Your excitement never fails to make me smile. So happy you enjoyed the fic!
kayryn replied to your post “If you're still accepting the NSFW prompts, "You're too good at this"....”
Yeah, a tub full of ice is in order. I LOVE how they so obviously want each other. And you know I have a weakness for Andrea being Sharon's first woman, so damn... This was just... yeah. Perfect in every way. Thank you. <3
You’re very welcome. And thank you. It was actually one of our conversations that inspired this one. After seeing “You’re too good at this”, there was only one way I was going to go with it. Glad you liked it!
