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[zeldaspells]

Hi) 18. Surprised kiss for Shandy 💜

It had been a long and exhausting day.  The team had wrapped up a case involving a child rapists and murder, and after of hours of paperwork, everyone had finally headed their separate directions.  Andy waited for Sharon before explaining to her that he wouldn’t be going home with her tonight, that he wanted to call his sponsor and hit a meeting instead.  She understood, of course, and bid him a goodnight with a promise to see him in the morning.  

Sharon stood at the sink, meticulously washing the dishes from dinner.  It was a mindless activity, distracting her from her own emotions.  She was drained both physically and mentally, and standing watching the water run into the pan soothed her somehow.  She watched the soap suds swirl under the water, captivated by their movements.  Hands rested on her shoulders, a kiss planted on the back of her neck, and she froze.

“Hello,” Andy whispered into her ear.  She was so lost in keeping her emotions at bay that she hadn’t heard the door open, hadn’t heard Andy sneak up behind her.  Shutting off the water, Sharon let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding after Andy surprised her.

“You’re here,” she spoke, turning around so that she was facing him.  She grabbed the towel from the counter beside her and dried her hands before running them up his chest.

“Where else would I be?” Andy raised an eyebrow, curious as to why she was so surprised to see him.  She sighed and rolled her eyes, moving her arms to wrap around his middle and hold him close.

“You said you were going to a meeting.  I assumed you would just go home after that,” she inhaled deeply, letting his scent burn into her nose.

“I did come home,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “I needed to be here with you tonight.”

“Good,” she nodded into his chest, “I was dreading the night without you,” she pulled back, smiling sadly.

“I would have never left you alone tonight, Sharon.  We both need the company,” he leaned forward and pressed a slow, soft kiss to her lips, “You shouldn’t be so surprised by that, though.”

“I know,” she smiled, her lips still resting against his, “Want to head to bed?” 

“There’s still dishes in the sink,” Andy pointed out, reminding Sharon of the task she had been working on before he interrupter her.

“They can wait until the morning,” she shrugged. Andy’s eyes grew wide, but he smiled and pulled her close.

“Talk about a surprise! You, leaving dirty dishes in the sink?” she rolled her eyes and softly slapped his chest, “I’m not complaining, though.  Come on, Sharon, let’s get to bed.”

“I love you.  You know that, right?” She asked seriously.  All joking aside, it had been a rough day and she wanted him to know how much he truly meant to her.

“I know.  I love you too,” he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, “Come on.  Bed.”

[zeldaspells]

hey) I choose this — “ tell me i’m yours ”. btw I love all of your things that you write

First of all, thank you so much :) 

Secondly, the fic is below because it got a little NSFW at the end… 

He never expected to feel this way about her. Never in 100 years did he see himself so completely in love with her. It was never meant to happen this way. They were meant to be sworn enemies, but now they were sworn lovers. Of course, they hadn’t taken that final, legal step yet, but they knew. Ultimately they would end up spending the rest of their lives together. Still, he was mesmerized by her every word and action, and he would never get tired of seeing her waking up in the early morning light, the rays of the sun lazily dancing against her bare skin.

“Andy, I can feel you staring at me,” she mumbled quietly, her eyes not even open yet.

“What can I say? I like to look at beautiful things.”  A smile slowly crept up her face, one eye slowly opening to look at him.

“You’re ridiculous,” she laughed, opening her other eye and slowly turning on her side so that they were laying face to face. She moved her hand forward and rested it on his chest, her fingers lazily toying with the hair there.

“Maybe, but I can’t help it, Sharon. Something about you made me this way,” he grinned before leaning closer and pressing his lips softly against hers. A soft hum escaped her throat as he drew back, moving his hand to rest on her hip.

“I love you,” she spoke quietly, kissing him once more.  "You know that, right?“

"Never doubted it once, my dear,” he rolled over on his back, pulling her with him so she sat atop of him, her hands on his chest and his on her hips. “You’re even more beautiful in the morning light,” he pulled his body up and pressed a warm, wet kiss to her ribs. “I love you, too.”

“Mmm, not that you aren’t great, but what you’re doing is even better,” she moaned, grinding down slowly as his finger gently glided through her wet folds.

“I’m all yours, Sharon. Tell me I’m yours,” he smirked, stopping his movements. Sharon reached between them, grabbing him and sinking down onto him slowly.

“Oh, Andy,” she gasped, “You are most certainly all mine.”

[zeldaspells]

Hi)) do you need prompt?)) how about this - Andy is going to move back to his house after his recovery but Sharon doesn't let him go *____*

Thanks so much for this.  I actually wrote a little bit more than I intended.  Enjoy! :)

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Sharon walked though her door, glad to finally be home after a long day.   She sat her purse and keys down, and immediately went to the fridge to pour herself a glass of wine.  They caught a serial rapist and murder, and signing a deal had been difficult.  He didn’t deserve a deal to begin with, Sharon thought, but it was better than having the families suffer through a lengthy trail. Sharon rolled her shoulders and took a sip of her wine, enjoying the flavor of the cool liquid in her mouth.  That’s when she realized what was different.  Andy hadn’t greeted her at the door when she got home.  It had become a thing, him waiting for her on the sofa and greeting her with a kiss.  She glanced into the living room and found it to be empty.  She grabbed her glass of wine and padded down the hall to Rusty’s room.

“Andy,” she called, stopping in the doorway as she took in the sight before her.

“Oh, hi, sweetheart,” Andy grinned, walking over to her and kissing her lightly on the lips.  He walked back to the bed, where he was folding shirts and placing them in his suitcase.

“What are you doing?” Sharon asked, stepping inside and placing her wine glass on the dresser.

“Oh, well, since the doctor gave me clearance to go back to work, I thought I should head home, too.  I’ve been crashing here for far too long,” he shrugged.  He said it so casually that Sharon could have cried.  She had grown used to having Andy in her home, to kissing him when she got back from work and when she left in the morning.  His cooking was a welcome change from what her and Rusty usually had, and his warmth had been a comfort she had sought more than one night on the sofa.  Rusty had been going out more, and Sharon had grown accustomed to her and Andy’s time alone.  They were still taking things slow, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy one another’s company.  

Now he was packing, like it was nothing.  He was folding his shirts so casually, getting everything put back into place.  She knew this time was coming, still, she wasn’t quite prepared for it.  Of course Andy couldn’t stay with her forever.  Sharon was an adult, she knew it wasn’t going to last.  She just didn’t expect it to be so difficult.  He hadn’t even left and she was already holding back tears, not sure what she was going to do in an empty home.

“So, you’re going home?” Sharon asked, grabbing her wine and taking another sip, trying to distract herself.  She watched as he began folding his pants and placing them next to his shirts.

“Well, I’m not going to live with Provenza,” he laughed, “He couldn’t quite compare to you,” he grinned at her, pausing when he saw a sadness in her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Its nothing,” she shook her head, smiling sadly at him.  He walked over to her and took her wine from her, placing it on the dresser before wrapping her in a hug.  He pressed his lips to her temple and rubbed soothing circles on her back.

“Something’s bothering you.  I can tell.  What is it?”

“This,” she mumbled into his neck, “You packing your bags.”

“Sharon,” he pulled back, cupping her face in his hands, “I’m going home, I’m not leaving you forever.  We agreed I would stay here until I was cleared to go back to work.  Well, the doctor cleared me, so its time for me to go home.  I’ll still see you every day.”

“I know,” she nodded, wiping a tear that had fallen to her cheek, “But it won’t be the same.”  Andy pulled her closer to him, squeezing her as though he was never going to let her go.

“Sharon, we both knew this was coming sooner or later,” she nodded against him, her hands digging into his shirt.

“Don’t go,” she whispered, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent, afraid she would forget it if he left, “Stay.”

“Sharon?” he asked, pulling back and sweeping a stray chunk of hair from her face, “Sharon, I can’t stay here.  This is Rusty’s room, I can’t put him out like that any longer.”

“Stay,” she moved her hands so that her right one was resting above his heart, feeling it beat against her palm, “With me.  Stay with me, Andy.”

“Sharon,” he spoke, searching her eyes for something more, something telling him that she wasn’t joking.  

“Andy, please.  Stay with me.  I don’t want you to go,” she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, hoping to prove to him that she was being honest with her intentions.  She didn’t want him to leave, couldn’t bear the thought of coming home to him not being there.  His presence had become one that she had grown to love and…that’s it.  Love. She, Sharon Raydor, had grown to love her hot-headed, sarcastic, caring, genuine, and somewhat sexy Andy Flynn.  That’s why she couldn’t stand to think of him leaving.  “I love you.”

“Y-You…I…Sharon,” Andy grinned, his thumb brushing along the underside of her lip as he watched tears form in her eyes once more, “Fine.”

“Fine?” she raised her eyebrow.  She just told him she loved him, and he said okay.  She couldn’t believe this was happening.  She knew it was too soon.

“Fine, I’ll stay. Fine, I love you.  Fine, I won’t go if you don’t want me to.  Fine,” he smiled, kissing her gently.

“Fine,” she laughed, shaking her head slightly.  “Is ‘fine’ our word? ‘What do you say to dinner?’ ‘Fine.’; ‘Will you stay with me?’ ‘Fine.’ ‘I love you.’ ‘Fine.’;  Its always fine.”

“Sharon,” Andy interrupted, laughing as he watched her face light up, “Stop talking.”

“Why?” she asked, pressing her body closer to this.

“Well, there is this woman I really love.  She invited me to live with her and I’d really like to show her just how much I love her right now.  I thought I’d start with a kiss,” he grinned.

“Fine,” she nodded.

“Fine.”

[omgkayhmk]

onessiss replied to your photo

“Skintone practice.  Just a ‘hi, I’m still alive’ update. Coloured...”

i don't know where you saw you failed with skintone, really. It's coloured pencils and skin have to be coloured

Oh, everywhere! Also, the bad photo hides a lot. ;) But mainly it’s because of the new pencils and I don’t feel like I can ‘read’ the colours just yet... So, in no particular order, the list on how I failed:

I read a guide and it told to use the ‘cream’ as a base. No, no, no, nope. Too yellow! I don’t like it.

I don’t normally blend like that, so the blending is poor, choppy and not realistic enough. (Yes, I don’t do people in coloured pencil. No, I haven’t done anything in them since 2011.)

Realism + coloured media + me = nope. At some point I always go ‘but wouldn’t it be cool to add neon pink into green eyes?!’ and then I do it. -.-

Using too many colours and in varying order. Mainly because testing. Otherwise, see #6, #8, #9. 

The one time I try *not* to shade with clear hatching — yup, I do it. And do it well. 

Being too lazy/cutting corners. This goes for anything from erasing/toning down the sketch to correct pen motions to layer numbers (ie. closing the surface too soon etc.) to not cleaning my tools often enough. To not bothering to actually look at the ref for the sketch or like at least once per every hour of colouring.

Not bothering to check the room lighting. In normal incandescent, in which I’ve done a lot of the skin as of late, the colours look fine. In daylight, they are yellow.

I’m too shy. I can’t commit to bold strokes. I’m not confident in coloured pencil. 

(re: last one:) I’m very messy worker when it comes to pencils. I do a lot of unnecessary work (<- goes for any medium frankly). (Well, maybe not vector. Or ink. Perhaps pastel.)

I have a bad hand (as in ‘no skillz at drawing’/shaky/unsure) and no feel for pressure.

And this is just in light of my own mental blocks: then end result is blotchy and icky. Not really a fail, since I was meaning to do different parts/sections differently in the name of testing. I think those are mostly ok, but of course they don’t fit together. However, at some point my brain translated this as a ‘proper piece’ and now it screams how shit at colouring I am since I can’t make even something so tiny unified and clean. Which, frankly, is a bit disappointing and stuff now that this starts to look like ‘a piece’. 

Probably some more on top of that, but those were the big things. :) Maybe you can sense my frustration? ;D

[themagicm]

onessiss said: and where did you find promo pictures? =) 

In Kandell’s Instagram. Not actual promo pics, though. She uploaded pics from a shooting location that she couldn’t reveal because it would give away the plot. But in the background, you can see it’s a cemetery, which made everyone assume it was Marianna’s funeral, but what if it isn’t? James Duff said something in the live chat that made me rethink that... He said something like how Andy did not guarentee a perfect result to Rusty and that people should be careful with what they wish for and that it’s gonna play out someone, as Andy tries to find Paloma.