Author's note: Hey everyone! Thank you for coming back! This is my version of the events that happened right before 3X09, that resulted in the two wine glasses on Robert's bedside table. This is M rated for smut. In this story, a few shifts have passed between 3X08 and 3X09. Also I have never been to Seattle so I took some libraries with this one, and I might have gone a little bit too far with the smut as well. Hope you enjoy it and leave me your thoughts!
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"Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do"
Like Real People Do by Hozier
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They sit on the floor of his dim lit office.
It is a habit they picked up in the last few shifts, as they have been secretly together, seeing each other under the noses of the entire team.
The urge to touch each other, to feel each other during the long hours they are on duty is unbearable. They are attracted to each other, drawn to one another by an invisible force neither of them can name, but its presence is felt deeply by both of them. Yet during the hours of the day the only thing they can do is send each other stolen glances and knowing smiles when they are sure no one is looking. They can't risk doing anything that will reveal the relationship between them, and probably will put an end to it before it even had a real chance to begin.
The wait to be alone is excruciating, the hours and the minutes barely moving as the both of them wait eagerly for the moment they will finally be able to meet at the entrance to his house. When they will be able to kiss and to touch, to peel off the clothes from one another and strip the masks away as well.
She wandered into his office late at night the first shift after she told him he is the safest place she has. The first shift after they have made love to one another for the first time, learning the secrets of each other's bodies. It was late, and the entire A shift called it a night after another long call. Andy knew she needed the sleep, but couldn't bring herself to close the door to her bunk and lay her head on the pillow before she checked if he was still at the station. Before she had a chance to wish him good night, knowing that he is going to sleep in his bed without her to keep the other side of it warm.
To her surprise, she found him there, his head buried in a pile of papers, his upper teeth chewing on his bottom lip.
She comes by his office just to say good night every shift since.
She comes to say good night, then she stays to keep him company for much longer.
They always remember they are in their workplace, never letting their hands wander, never letting any pieces of clothing off. She just makes her way to the room that was previously used as a conference room, and there she stays. They talk in hushed voices, open up to each other, learning to know one another, in a way the privacy of his home won't let them. Because as soon as they arrive at his door, their lips find each other, their hungry bodies meet, and they engage in an activity of a different nature, one that doesn't leave much room to anything but eager moans and silent cries. As they sit in his office, they keep a safe distance from one another, so it looks like a conversation between two friends, rather than one between two lovers, to anyone who isn't in on their little secret.
"Robert." She whispers his name. Neither of them have been talking for a long while, the both of them just enjoying the comfortable silence and the company of the other. But her eyelids are getting heavy and her mind is getting foggy, and she knows that if she wants to get some rest before another call comes in, she needs to tiptoe her way back to her bunk sooner rather than later.
