An Internal Affair

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Andrea buried her face in the warm curve of Chad’s neck, feeling ashamed that she’d doubted his motives for asking her about Slim – trust still didn’t come easy to her, no matter how much she lied to herself about it. Being there for Eddie and having it all thrown back in her face had made it hard for her to take people’s words at face value. She could tell that Chad still felt offended, and didn’t quite know how to show him how sorry she was for overreacting; he’d treated her with nothing but respect the whole time they’d been together. “Chad,” she began, raising worried eyes to his.

He stroked a thumb across her cheek gently. “We’ll take care of it, I promise.” She pressed her forehead against Chad’s as his arms tightened around her – she’d find some way to talk to him about it, and she knew he’d be patient with her even though she didn’t feel she really deserved it. God only knew, he had enough baggage of his own to deal with without her adding to the pile. “Can we get back to the part where we were in bed together?” he asked plaintively.

“I’d like that.” Andrea smiled and slid off his lap, offering him her hand and leading him back in the bedroom where she drew him down for a deep kiss. “I don’t like fighting with you.”

“I don’t like it, either,” he confessed. “The making up part is fun, though.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes. “Are…are you angry with me? I shouldn’t have said what I did, I’m sorry,” she blurted, unable to simply let their prior argument go. He just looked so hurt when I yelled…

“No, I’m not angry with you – guess it just goes to show how much we still have to learn about each other.”

“But you want to learn?”

Chad smiled at her in a way that made her feel like bursting into tears again. “I do.” He scooped her up to toss her onto the bed and moved to cover her, kissing her tenderly. She stroked as much of his bare skin as she could reach, wanting to convey as much of her feelings for him as she could without using the actual words. He was so different from her previous lovers; passion she’d had in plenty and Chad was certainly able to bring that to their relationship, but she’d never felt so completely wanted in her life. At length, his lips left hers. “Now, about that massage…”

She allowed him to undress her and obediently turned onto her stomach, watching over her shoulder as he pulled his jeans off and retrieved the oil. He caught her looking and immediately assumed a lascivious expression to make her giggle, unscrewing the cap and pouring some in his palm. Chad settled astride her hips and began to rub the muscles of her back and sides until she was mewling with pleasure at his caresses, working his way down her legs and making her skin completely slick with the oil before dropping to his hands and knees above her. “What are you doing? You stopped touching me,” she started to complain.

Chad efficiently silenced her objection by lowering himself on his arms and rubbing himself over her. “You were saying…?”

“Nothing…oh, God. ” Andrea’s hands fisted in the sheets at the feel of his skin sliding over hers – she raised her hips to push against him when he rubbed his erection over her backside, drawing it between her legs lightly. Chad kept sliding over her until she started struggling to turn over to face him, then allowed her to turn as he picked up the bottle of massage oil once more.

He gave her a wicked grin as he poured a liberal amount of oil in his hand. “Let’s see; where should I start first? Maybe right here…” Chad smoothed his palms down the sensitive skin of her stomach and let one hand drift down to the junction of her thighs, grinding his palm against her pubis lightly and making her buck up against him. “Or maybe here…” his hands slid up to palm her breasts roughly, his thumbs deftly teasing her aching nipples before he closed his index and middle fingers around them and tugged.

“Chad,” she whimpered.

Her big sergeant just smiled and kept working her over with his hands, idly thrusting his cock against her oil-slick belly while she arched her back and tried desperately to make him give her some relief from the torment he was creating between her legs. He moved up her body, continuing to play with her nipples before pressing her breasts together and pushing his hard shaft between them. Chad’s lust-darkened eyes flicked between her face and his task and she wriggled beneath him again, reaching up to run her hands up his thighs and closing her fingers around his erect length. She raised her head enough to lick at the tip of him and he groaned slightly before moving down to part her thighs, ducking between them to guide her legs over his shoulders.

After he’d made her a delirious wreck, he reached for the condom and rolled it on before thrusting into her with a strong surge of his hips. Andrea clung to him, unable to emit anything more than an inarticulate wail as he fucked her so hard that the headboard thudded against the wall rhythmically. “Hands and knees,” he suddenly ordered, pulling out and flipping her onto her stomach. She barely managed to raise herself onto her knees when he sheathed himself inside her with a growl, trying to remain upright as the force of his thrusts threatened to knock her onto her face.

In this position, he was deeper inside her than he’d ever been and she shuddered, clutching at the headboard as she took each surge of his body into hers. Chad gripped her hips, the sound of his uneven groans driving her closer to orgasm – he sped his thrusts and she screamed his name just as he cried out, and they fell to the mattress in a tangle of limbs. “That….you…” Andrea panted.


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God, she was amazing. Chad pressed his face against her hair and breathed in Andrea’s scent, feeling like he never wanted to move again. “You too,” he sighed. Things just kept getting better and better with her… he was glad that her situation with her ex wasn’t as bad as he’d feared; he’d get some information from her in the morning, and make sure the details were noted in her file. Chad shifted into a more comfortable position and leaned in to kiss her, trailing a hand down her side – he’d have to thank old Ernie for making that retirement party so boring that she’d had no other choice but to talk to him. Andrea smiled at him, blinking sleepily and letting her eyes drift closed as he slid the condom off and threw it in the trash, flipping the light off.

She was still asleep when he woke in the morning and he raised himself up on an elbow to watch her snore softly, smiling as she twitched. “Don’t touch the slippers!” she cried suddenly.

Chad leaned in close to her ear. “Why not?” he whispered.

“Cos they’re my bunny slippers,” she mumbled.

“I won’t touch your bunny slippers,” he promised, trying not to laugh as he slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers, walking out to the kitchen to start making breakfast. He’d almost finished when he heard the sound of bare feet on the floor behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder to see her padding up to him dressed in nothing but one of his shirts and rubbing her eyes. “Hi there.”

Andrea walked under the arm he held out, standing on her toes for a kiss. “Hi,” she echoed, giving him a sweet smile. “Whatcha makin’?”

“Well, I’m making a healthy meal…” he grinned at her disgusted sigh. “…for me, but I made a disgusting amount of greasy animal fat just for you.”

“Oooh, bacon!” She evaded his attempt for another kiss and practically dove for it, making him sigh.

He wasn’t sure he liked playing second fiddle to a dead pig. “I can almost hear your arteries slamming shut all the way from here… and what’s so special about your bunny slippers?”

She waved her hand at him, gesturing to her mouth and miming that he’d have to wait until she swallowed the piece of bacon she’d seized. “Why bunny slippers?”

“You were talking in your sleep.”

“Was not.” Her eyes lit up at the sight of the eggs he dumped on her plate. “Where’s the silverware?”

Chad pointed to the appropriate drawer. “Get me a fork, will you? And yes, you were. You snore, too.”

He was immediately favored with a round-eyed denial. “Me? Snore? ”

“Yes, you. It was a dainty little sound, really; quite adorable. In fact, it was positively-”

Andrea waved a piece of bacon at him threateningly before she ate it. “Light your chest hair on fire, you makin’ things up like that,” she mumbled through her mouthful.

He steered her to the table, laughing. “Do that and I won’t go down on you anymore.” Not that he ever would, but he figured it was good to show her who was boss.

“What if I just singed it a little bit?”

“Andy. You snore, it’s a fact, get over it. Move on,” he encouraged, reaching for his food and ducking the piece of egg white that was launched at him from her end of the table.

After they ate he suggested doing the dishes and she suggested a bubble bath, and they compromised on cuddling back in bed and waiting to see if the dishes would clean themselves without any actual work getting done. Chad persuaded her to go for their customary Sunday run, then they drove over to her place where she found the documentation he needed to find her ex and prove her innocence in the case IA was slowly building against her. They spent the rest of the day making love and discovering how well-suited to each other they really were, as well as discussing the matter of their relationship becoming public knowledge. “So, you don’t care who knows?” she asked, resting her chin on his stomach and looking up into his face.

“Why would I? We don’t have anything to be ashamed of,” he said, twining a lock of her hair around a finger.

“Well, it might look kind of suspicious,” she murmured slowly. “I mean, everyone knows about you and Hopper and…”

Chad put an arm behind his head and frowned down at her. “What does Hopper have to do with anything?”

She hastily changed the subject but he knew they weren’t through talking about it – he didn’t want another episode like the previous night though, so he decided to wait before making her tell him whatever was on her mind about it. “So, you join SWAT really soon now – have you told anyone, like your mom? What d’you think she’s going to say?” she asked.

This was something he didn’t really want to talk about, but hell – this was Andrea he was talking to. “I dunno. She won’t like it, that’s for sure. I bet you first thing she’ll say is that I wasted my education.”

Andrea crawled up to stretch out beside him. “What’s your mom like?”

“Small and paranoid.”

She laughed up at him. “Don’t say things like that about your mother! I bet she just feels protective about her little boy… were you ever little?”

“For about 4 months, probably. She’ll tell you that the reason she can’t walk straight is because I was so large, but I know for a fact that she hurt her back when I was away at college and childbirth had nothing to do with it.” He smiled and rumpled Andrea’s curls. “What about your family?”

“Just your typical American family, I guess…” she launched into an amusing story about her uncles working in the sheriff’s office and he laughed along with her, glad she felt comfortable enough with him to share stories of her childhood with him. Maybe he should ask her if she wanted to come to the family get together that was being organized over the holiday weekend next month – he was curious to see what she’d make of them, and vice versa. If he knew Annie, she’d told all their cousins about Andrea already so they’d be expecting to meet her anyway.


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Andrea kissed Chad goodbye and watched as he drove off; maybe one of these days he could stay over at her place and they could get ready for work together. Aaaaaaaaaand can I get any more pathetic? She wasn’t the type to hang all over a boyfriend and insist that they spend every waking moment together, for God’s sake. “I just like being with him, that’s all,” she announced to the living room wall. “That’s not a crime, is it?”

She tried to concentrate on the new book she’d bought earlier in the week but hadn’t had time for yet, but she had to abandon it after a few pages. Cleaning her house didn’t help, either – what was wrong with her? When she moped back down the hall to her bedroom, she sighed and flopped down on the bed as she realized what was wrong. Apparently, I can get more pathetic. Despite having spent the greater part of the weekend in his company, she missed Chad. Should I call him? No, that would be incredibly lame. He probably would think I was being clingy. Still, the bedroom seemed very empty and incredibly lonely without him.

Her doorbell rang suddenly and she sighed again. She really wasn’t in the mood to buy any Girl Scout cookies; hadn’t she already bought ten boxes last week? Andrea walked to the door and opened it. “I already bought cookies last week,” she announced, then stopped to stare in shock.

Chad pouted. “But I haven’t met my quota yet! Not to mention that I happen to look very desirable in a green skirt and pigtails.”

“Sarge, what are you doing here? You just left,” Andrea said carefully, trying to restrain herself from leaping into his arms.

“Forgot my phone,” he explained. “Can I come in to look for it?”

“You didn’t even have to knock, you know that – of course you can come in,” she said, feeling a smile threatening to ruin the calm, cool, collected façade she had going for herself. Maybe he’d stay for dinner, and… “I missed you,” she blurted out, then felt like the world’s biggest idiot when he started to smile at her. Shit, shit, shit! I didn’t mean to say that. What the fuck made me say that? Shit!

Chad lifted her into his arms as soon as he shut the door. “You did? Really?”

Her face felt like it was on fire. “No, I just said that to make you think I was pathetic and needy.”

“So, you didn’t really mean it.”

“Of course not,” she huffed. “Put me down.”

He laughed. “You don’t have to be embarrassed because you missed me, Andy.”

“But I didn’t,” she insisted.

“Then I didn’t miss you either and I didn’t pretend to leave my phone here because it’s really in my pocket right now.”

Andrea melted against him. “You missed me too?”

“I embrace my pathetic neediness and advise you to do the same.” He kissed her and set her back down on her feet. “Is it okay if I spend the night?”

It was more than okay, and she quickly assured him of this fact. “But you’ll have to get up a lot earlier to go back home and get dressed for work,” she pointed out.

Chad struck a dramatic pose. “Silly narcotics detective, I do not intend to do the Walk of Shame for I have brought my clothes with me and intend to use the extra time in the morning to make sweet, sweet love to the beautiful inhabitant of this house.” He made a show of looking around and winked at her. “Why, it looks as if you will be the lucky lady to receive my sexual attentions.”

Andrea rolled her eyes at his theatrics. “You’re not going to talk like that during these promised 'sexual attentions', are you?”

“I’ll try not to,” he promised.

She walked out with Chad to get his clothes, feeling a sense of contentment settle over her as he smiled at her after hanging up his suit and tossing his shaving kit by the bathroom sink. Andrea sent him in the kitchen to search for ingredients to make dinner with and she busied herself with picking out her outfit for the next day since she knew he’d make good on his playful threat. The sound of the door locking her in with her sergeant had never sounded sweeter.

tbc…
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A/N: Okay, all together now: "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww." :p