An Internal Affair

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Chad quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes, and Andrea slid her arms around him as soon as he rejoined her on the floor. “I’ve never made love with a lieutenant before,” she teased breathlessly as his big hands started roaming over her.

“I hope it’ll become a regular occurrence,” he panted, sliding a thigh between hers to part her legs.

She reached down to fondle him. “You don’t have to worry about tha-oooh,” she whimpered as he shifted against her suddenly to brush his hand over her before sliding two fingers inside. Chad bent quickly and started to go down on her, timing the swipe of his tongue with the thrusting of his fingers. Normally she’d require a lot more foreplay, which Chad never hesitated in giving because it was as enjoyable for him as it was for her… but just thinking about what he was planning on doing to her had her needing a panty change when she’d still been in the car.

Chad ran his free hand up her body and along her arm where she was gripping the coffee table, and twined his fingers with hers as he made sounds of obvious enjoyment from where he crouched between her legs. He came up for air and kissed the inside of her thigh, eyes dark with lust. “I could eat you all day, you taste so good.”

Andrea whimpered again at the dirty talk, which they’d found out early on that they both enjoyed, before he went back to his self-appointed task and had her too strung out to think straight. When she was writhing her hips wildly and calling his name, he drew back and released her hand. “Chad, what are you-” He parted her labia gently and bent his head to blow across her folds; the feel of the air cooling her sensitized skin made her shudder and moan for him. “Don’t tease me any more, Chad,” she begged, trying to move but finding herself restrained by his strong grip.

“Relax, just trust me,” he whispered, positioning himself at her entrance and brushing against her lightly. When he placed his hands on either side of her head and didn’t move his hips, Andrea realized that she’d have to take matters into her own hands and reached down to curl her fingers around him. Chad gave an appreciative sigh when she started to rub the head of his cock over her clit, dropping his hips slightly to give her better access. After hooking a leg over his hip, she stared up into his eyes as she rubbed him against her, both of them moaning from the stimulation until it became too much and Andrea arched up off the blankets as intense pleasure exploded through her entire body.

He thrust against her fingers in a wordless plea to be finished off and she tightened her grip on his swollen cock, stroking until he came with a groan, his seed spurting over her belly and breasts. Andrea drew the last shudders from him with the increasingly gentle touches he preferred directly after orgasm, and he dropped to one side with a satisfied purr rumbling through his chest. “I thought we were going to….?”

Chad propped himself up on an elbow. “Not just yet.” He drew her into his arms for a loving kiss after wiping up the pearlescent fluid that streaked her skin. “There must be something wrong with me, but I love the way that looks on you,” Chad sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Well.” Andrea blushed slightly. “I like having it there. But if you wanted to aim higher, I wouldn’t mind.”

He rolled atop her, eyes flicking down to her mouth and back again. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Rita would have a brain hemorrhage if she heard what we’re discussing, Andrea thought irreverently. Chad kissed her again, one hand reaching to retrieve the lubricant he’d stashed and she wriggled to allow him to reach her. One of his fingers began to press inside her carefully, and Andrea tried to relax as best she could as he slowly added another digit to help prepare her for what they were about to do. He teased her back into passion with a few kisses and well-placed strokes of his other hand, so when she felt him urge her over onto her knees she went with no hesitation.

“If it gets too uncomfortable at any time, just tell me and I’ll stop,” Chad reassured her. She could hear him opening a condom and rolling it on, then opening another to place it well within reach. “Ready?”

Andrea nodded, and felt his knees nudging her legs farther apart at the same time as the cool slickness of the lubricant being drizzled just beneath her tailbone. And then… She fought to breathe as he began to slide into her slowly, stretching her in a way that should have been painful but it wasn’t. Not exactly. “Jesus, aren’t you in all the way yet?” she cast a look over her shoulder and groaned as he pressed forward again.

She could hear his breath coming faster and faster. “Almost, just…fuck, you’re tight,” Chad gasped. He gripped her hips and pressed her back onto him, surging forward a final time so that he was firmly seated within her. Andrea squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to scream as he moved slightly – it still didn’t hurt, but it was certainly…different. A tiny sound escaped her lips and immediately recalled Chad to his rather frayed senses. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

He shifted again and this time, the movement brought curious pleasure with it. “N-no, just go as slow as you can,” she managed.

Chad pulled out slightly and pressed back in, making her grab at the blankets again. “Is this okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine,” she tried to say, but it came out garbled with, “Do it again.” Chad set a slow, even pace for his thrusts, his tortured breathing only adding to the excitement spreading through her. Surely this sort of thing must be wrong, but why did it feel so good? In different circumstances, Andrea would have been mortified when she heard the whine rising from her throat as he started to go faster but at this point she was beyond caring. Chad reached around her waist, clutching her close to him as he pistoned his hips. “Chad…!”

She was left gasping as he pulled out suddenly, barely aware of him removing the condom and sliding another one on until his hands raised her hips and he rammed into her core, riding hard. “Feels so good, yeah,” Chad grunted. “God, Andy – I’m gonna-” he stiffened inside her and climaxed with a strangled shout, pressing hard on her clit and making her come seconds later. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle, breathing as if they’d been running a race; Andrea placed a kiss to the inside of Chad’s wrist, feeling the hammering of his heart against her back as he pressed close. “Love you,” he panted, nuzzling the back of her neck.

Andrea snuggled back against him. “My lieutenant.”


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After a short nap which they both needed, he carried Andrea into the bathroom for a shower – she hadn’t said as much, but he’d seen how cautiously she was moving around and he felt embarrassed that he hadn’t done a better job of holding back earlier. Chad kissed his way down her spine as he washed her off. “We can just stay in tonight, if you want,” he offered. “Hey, lift your leg for a second…”

Andrea placed a stabilizing hand on top of his head as she obeyed. “No, we need to at least go for dinner, and a drink after to celebrate. That tickles,” she giggled suddenly, twitching her foot away from the sponge he was soaping her up with. “After all, it’s not every day that my man is made SWAT lieutenant.”

“This is true, but we probably shouldn’t stay out too late if we’re going over to my parent’s place for the weekend.” Chad grabbed the shampoo bottle and started lathering up her hair as she wriggled her ass against him suggestively. “Hey, hey! Watch it there, lil’ miss,” he said in his sternest voice.

His girlfriend just laughed up at him and planted a soap sud on the end of his nose. “Laurel said that’s been rescheduled for next month.”

“What? She told me…”

Andrea shook her head and ducked beneath the water to rinse her hair. “Nope, she called me and said she’d forgotten about a baby shower or something.”

Chad sighed – his mother was always thinking these things up at the last minute, and it drove him crazy. Which was, he figured, one part of the reason why she was so happy that he was with Andrea; that meant his mom could call her and be off the hook. “Great.”

He had just rubbed some shampoo into his own, much shorter hair when Andrea decided to hit him where it hurt. “She also called to ask me if we had your sperm count checked while you were in the hospital.”

“What!?!” Chad spluttered, getting soap in his eyes.

“Oh, sweetie – hang on, let me help.” Andrea splashed water in his face as he groped for the towel rack to rub his face dry. “I’m not sure if she was serious; it may have just been a very unsubtle hint for us to start making babies.”

“Well, let’s not ask her. Maybe she’ll forget about the whole thing….I don’t think I can handle having my sperm discussed by the predominantly female members of my family.” Chad was finally able to see, and quickly finished washing off. After dinner, a drink that turned into three bottles and a drunken escapade around town looking for a new pair of shoes for Andrea after one of her flip-flops broke, they took a taxi back to his place and ended up passed out across the bed.

The next morning, he opened his eyes to see Andrea’s new shoes situated in the place of honor on her pillow – their new owner was busily sleeping off all the shots she’d had at the end of the bed, curled up near his feet. It was just as well they weren’t going to see his parents; he felt like someone had run over him at least seven times. Extricating his feet from Andrea’s grasp nearly took more concentration than his throbbing head could handle, but he finally padded into the bathroom to brush his teeth and grabbed some aspirin.

A tiny moan issued forth from the bundle of blankets near the end of the bed and Chad uncapped the aspirin, shook two into his palm, and slid his hand beneath the covers. He felt Andrea take them and lifted the edge of the cocoon she’d made to hold out a glass of water. “Don’t feel good,” she grumbled at him.

“There’s a lot of that going around,” he sighed tiredly, taking the empty water glass back from her and refilling it so he could take some aspirin. Crawling back into bed with Andrea and taking his pillow down to the end of the bed, Chad curled his body around hers and fell asleep only to be woken scant minutes later by her complaints that the sound of his heartbeat was hurting her ears. “Sorry, I’ll tell it to be quiet,” he yawned.


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“How about this one?” Andrea pointed at a house, and Chad leaned over to look.

“Didn’t we look at that one last week? They had the leaky faucets.”

She grinned at his tone of disapproval that someone would let their home get in such a fashion, and climbed onto his back to peer over his shoulder at the listings he was looking through. “Why didn’t you circle that one? That’s a nice looking one…oh, it’s a townhome.” Andrea rested her cheek between Chad’s shoulder blades and relaxed against him. “So, when do you want to meet up with the others?”

Chad pushed the papers away and flopped down onto his face, making her bounce and nearly fall off of her perch. “Whenever’s fine… I just need to find my shorts.”

Andrea slapped his butt playfully and got off the bed to stretch. “I think I saw the white ones mixed in with my stuff.”

“Are you going to wear that new black bikini?” he rolled over onto his back and looked up at her hopefully. “I like that one. A lot,” he hinted as if this endorsement would make her give in immediately.

She wasn’t sure she was ready to let it all hang out around a group mainly made up of men, Chad’s friends or not. “We’ll see.” Her cell phone rang just as she’d found the missing board shorts and was pulling on the requested bikini – after all, she could always insist that they leave early so she could give him a show later on. Maybe once she saw what Faith was going to be wearing… “Hopper? What’s up?” Andrea tossed Chad his shorts as he sauntered past with no clothes on. “What? No, I already told you I had plans for today. Just take Rita with you on your stakeout, or something…oh, for heaven’s sake! I’m going down to the beach with…hold on, you’re breaking up,” she yelled, rubbing her hand over the phone before closing it with a sigh.

“What’d he want?” Chad asked curiously, leaning in the door still holding his shorts.

She rolled her eyes. “He waits until right now to figure out he’s going on a stakeout in LD territory… and why are you still naked? Put those on before I spank you!”

Chad grinned. “Oooh. Promise?”

He ducked back out of the way as she lobbed a pillow at him, then Merry came bustling through the door to leap onto the bed, wagging his tail. “And make sure you’ve got his leash,” she called after her boyfriend’s rapidly disappearing bare backside. It sure was a nice bare backside, Andrea thought dreamily, her eyes following him. Pulling on her favorite pair of faded denim cutoffs and a black top, she grabbed her flip flops and led an excited Meredith out to Chad’s SUV.

Most of the team was already at the beach when they arrived, and Chad took off his shirt to a chorus of wolf whistles as a call went up for a game of football. “Hi, Andy,” Faith Lipson greeted, slapping Chad’s arm affectionately as her climbing partner went past. Chad nudged her back and almost knocked her over. “Hey! Just because you’re a lieutenant doesn’t mean you can push me around,” she joked.

“What d’you mean? Yes it does,” he smirked, and gave her another push before loping off to join the other players down by the water.

“So, how’d you celebrate?” Faith asked, moving her towel closer to the ones Andrea laid out. Her eyes grew huge as she realized the implications of the question, and shook her head. “Never mind, just forget I asked!”

Andrea grinned and stretched out on her towel. “Well, we ended up getting drunk together and going shoe shopping- there may have even been some drunk-dialing, but I can’t remember what all was gong on. The hangover alone was enough to make me want to shoot myself.”

Hawkins ran past, giving his girlfriend a thumb’s up and nearly running into a group of teenagers. Both women laughed, and Faith pulled off her shirt to sun herself. “Aren’t you hot? I hope you have some sort of swimming suit on under there… we’re all so proud of Chad,” she continued with a smile. “He really deserved the promotion. He’s a good man.”

“Yeah, he really is.” Andrea stripped down to her bikini, glancing over at the other SWAT team members and their families who didn’t seem to care at all. A raucous wolf-whistle split the air just as she was sitting back down, and she glared over her shoulder at Chad who was making a big production of ogling her. “Sometimes he needs to be slapped, though.”

Williams, Sanders, and Marten came over to talk to them, out of breath. “Heya, Chad’s Angel – what’s it like, schtooping a lieutenant?” Sanders teased.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” Meredith barked in apparent agreement, making them all laugh.

A few more members of Second Team joined them and they were laughing over a joke Faith was telling when Williams broke in suddenly. “What’s she doin’ here?” Andrea followed his pointing finger to where Rita could be seen walking down the beach towards their group.

“You just don’t like her because she told you to quit bringing coffee up to Chad’s room,” Marten said disapprovingly. “I think she’s hot.”

Williams frowned. “Didn’t you hear about that time she and Andy got into that slugfest a few months back? She’s trouble, pure and simple, just like Hopper – you know about how he used to be partners with-” he broke off as she got close enough to hear their conversation. “Hi, Miss Shelten,” he said dutifully.

Rita smiled around at them all, making Andrea instantly suspicious. “Hello, everyone. Andrea,” she nodded. “I like your little swimsuit, it’s cute. Do you mind if I join you?”

Yes, thought Andrea, but she forced herself to smile. “Of course not.” She had a bad feeling about this, which only grew stronger as the other woman took off her cover-up to reveal a bikini that left very little to the imagination. On Andrea’s other side, Marten started to drool. “So, Andrea. Where’s my ex-husband?”

She did her best to suppress her anger at Rita’s claim on Chad. I’ll ‘my ex-husband’ you, you stupid… “Oh, I think my boyfriend is still playing football,” Andrea said pleasantly. Glancing down to where the other men and women had their game going, she saw Chad walking from the water with the football and start to walk towards them. “So, who won?” she asked, beating Rita to it.

“Everyone and no one. Hey, Rita – what’re you doing here?”

Rita’s eyes slid over him caressingly, making Andrea clench her jaw. “I wanted to see you. Can’t a woman come to see her ex-husband now and then?” She inched slightly away from Merry, who was growling softly.

Chad could tell something was up. “Uh, I guess.”

“You look wonderful,” Rita said next, reaching over to place a hand on his muscular chest. “So strong.” Give me a fucking break. She is not going to try this, she just isn’t. Not in front of everyone, Andrea thought in disgust. Chad settled down close beside her, plainly not knowing what to do to make her leave – he placed a big hand on the small of her back as if to simply be affectionately possessive, but she knew him well enough to know how uneasy he was whenever Rita was around. “Do you think you could help me put on my sunblock? You were always so good at that,” Rita said sweetly.

“Um.” He looked increasingly uncomfortable as Rita lay down on her stomach and reached back to untie her top, not knowing how to refuse.

The rest of the SWAT team exchanged glances as Rita set the bottle of sunscreen by her shoulder. “Hey Big Dog, we’re gonna start another game – free for all, you know? Just come on down whenever you get a chance,” Williams coughed, waving the others away.

Andrea finally had enough when, just as the others moved off and Chad reached hesitantly for the lotion, Rita turned slightly so that his fingers came in contact with her bare breast. Chad snatched his hand back as if burned. “Get out of here, Rita,” Andrea said disgustedly. “What’s your problem? Want to go swim with me, Chad?”

He sighed in relief. “Okay.”

She made a point of not discussing what had just happened, knowing how embarrassed he felt in front of the others, and purposefully horsed around with him to make sure their friends didn’t feel awkward about it. Her lieutenant always seemed to be confidence itself, but she was the only one who truly understood how insecure and vulnerable he still was when it came to his ex-wife; they’d talk about it later, she decided, and kissed the smile back onto his face. When she looked back at where they’d left Rita to stew in her own juices, Andrea wasn’t surprised to find her gone.

After a few more hours of hanging out and messing around with the others, they started to get ready to leave after swimming a final time. “Hey, why don’t you go get changed and I’ll meet you back at the car?” Andrea suggested, standing on her toes for a kiss. She shook the sand out of their towels and realized that he’d forgotten to take his other pair of shorts into the changing rooms. “I think the fall must’ve knocked something loose in his brain,” she joked to Faith. “I’ll be right back.” As she approached the men’s changing room to call out to him, she saw a very familiar and unwelcome figure slipping in ahead of her. She just doesn’t know when to quit… has she been somewhere watching us this whole time?

Andrea walked in to hear Chad’s voice. “What the hell’s wrong with you? You need to leave, now.”

“You know it was better when you were with me,” Rita cooed suggestively. “Here, let me show you…”

“What the fuck? Hey, hey! ” Andrea rounded the corner to find Chad backed up against the wall with Rita rubbing against him and was that her hand down his…? Just as she opened her mouth to yell, Chad angrily pushed the other woman away so hard that the thunk of Rita colliding with the opposite wall was clearly audible. He was just opening his mouth to apologize for being so forceful when he noticed Andrea standing there. “Andy, I-”

“Oh, I got this one.” She grabbed Rita’s arm and hustled her out the door and into the women’s changing rooms. Reaching out to grab a handful of the other woman’s hair, Andrea wrapped it around her fist and jerked Rita backward to hurl her onto the floor. “You know? That’s it. Chad might be worried that he’ll hurt you, but I sure the fuck am not,” Andrea snarled. “You had your chance with him and lost it, bitch. You lost him. Don’t think you can come trying to convince him that you’re better at anything than I am when we all know you wouldn’t know how to satisfy a man even if there was a gun to your head.” Rita scrambled backwards across the floor away from her as she advanced. “And how dare you pull that shit around the others and try to embarrass us? I ought to kick your ass so hard you’ll be shitting from your nose.” Andrea drew in a deep breath, let it out, and turned to Chad who was staring at her with an awestruck expression on his face from the doorway. “You forgot your shorts, so I brought them for you.”

He took them without a word, and Rita tried to climb to her feet as he left. “I’ll tell Brett, and he’ll-”

“…do what, exactly? I really wonder what he’ll say when he finds out where your hands just were.” Andrea leaned in close. “I’ve been too nice to you, Rita. If you ever try to pull a stunt like this, I won’t even bother with the girly hair pulling – I’ll cut all of it off, and beat you senseless. Leave us alone.”

She found Chad picking up the rest of their stuff silently while Meredith sniffed his legs. Lipson and Hawkins had retreated to a safe distance upon first sight of the SWAT lieutenant’s face – she had no doubt it’d be talk of the precinct by the following day, since she wasn’t sure who all had heard what had happened. He didn’t speak until they returned home and he had shoved their wet clothing and towels into the washer; then he turned to her, his eyes unhappy. “I’m sorry.”

Andrea gaped, having prepared herself for him being angry that she’d defended him. “Huh?”

Chad sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, staring down at the table surface. “I didn’t encourage her, or anything. She just showed up. Rita’s always been… a little odd sometimes, but I never thought she would do anything like that.” He glanced up at her carefully, and she suddenly realized that he’d been thinking that she was angry with him.

“Sarge, it wasn’t your fault,” she said softly. “I’m sorry that I got so, um, violent with her but she’s just been really pissing me off lately. A handful of weeks ago, Rita told me that I was sick for wanting to make love to you when your back wasn’t strong enough… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to get upset.”

His brow furrowed. “She said that?”

Andrea sighed. “Yeah. Meredith and I kinda kicked her out before you woke up from your nap.”

Chad moved the chair back so he could look at her from a better angle, and she sank down onto his knee. “This whole situation is messed up. I tried and tried to make the split a friendly one, you know? But it just never seems to work out to where that can happen… I mean, before you came into my life, I kept trying to get her back. I guess I thought I could change to be who she wanted me to be, just so she’d come back to me…I thought maybe it would be different.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders, stroking up and down slowly. “I get that. I think she’s probably just gotten so used to the attention that now we’re together, she sees what she’s missing and wants to try and get things back where she has the advantage.”

He slowly slid his arms around her to hold her close. “Yeah, I guess she is. I hate that she can still get me so upset, though… I’m glad you’re here to defend me,” Chad joked.

“Someone’s got to,” she teased back, sensing that he was finally working past the confused tangle of his feelings for Rita but knowing he still needed her reassurance. “I got your back for as long as you want me to, Sarge.”

“I’m not a sergeant anymore, though,” he reminded her.

Andrea wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed the top of his head when Chad pressed his face into her neck. “Just give me time and I’ll think up a suitable nickname for you.”

Chad snuggled close. “Okay.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

He just sighed noisily. “I know.”

tbc…
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A/N: Poor Chad, he just can't seem to catch a break where Rita is concerned :( Give him time, though - she left him with a lot of baggage to deal with... and it can only be good that Andrea is willing to help him work it out. Go Chadrea! If you'd like to read the story about them getting drunk, head on over to livejournal :)