Pairing: Sharon/Andy

A/N: All fics here are one-shots and will most likely stay one-shots.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

It was all his fault. Lieutenant Flynn and his secretive looks, his flirtatious words that made the captain's body vibrate with a want that should never be associated with him. His lingering hands whenever they walked alongside of each other, the warmth of him a reminder on the small of her back. His winking and laughing, both which she could feel rumble in her belly when they were alone.

She had previously been a perfectly sane woman who didn't get distracted daily by thoughts of a man she had to work with every day. A few months ago she wouldn't have found herself staring off into the distance in her empty office, remembering the way Andy's breath had felt against her skin when he stepped just close enough for it to be professional and maddening at the same time. She wouldn't have considered leaning in to him then either - the thought wouldn't have even crossed her mind! But that was then, before she realized how attractive she found Andy, before attractive became desirable, and desirable became something more – something that held too much longing for her to put into words.

The captain's forefinger slowly traced her bottom lip, causing it to tingle; she closed her eyes and a small hum slipped past her lips. It had been too long since she had kissed someone, too long since she had felt the heat of another person's body pressed against her own as she stopped thinking, stopped worrying and simply allowed herself to enjoy something pleasurable. Andy had jokingly - nervously so, making her wonder if he had been serious - said something about kissing her once, and then immediately changed the topic as if he hadn't said anything. Despite her shock, she couldn't stop thinking about it the entire night they had spent together.

Sharon pulled her finger away from her mouth, shaking thoughts of lips moving against her own out of her head. She needed to get home, where she could distract herself from the thoughts plaguing her mind. Perhaps with a little cleaning around the house, or maybe by spending time with Rusty. Alone in her office, she was reminded too much of Andy. She quickly packed up her things, grabbed her jacket, and left. She focused on the sound of heels clicking with every step she took, the constant sound relaxing her as she made her way to the elevator – that was until she could hear footsteps coming towards her and the sound of a familiar male voice.

"No, no, no. I told you, I just need to find the captain and then I'm done for the night."

She stopped and waited for the inevitable, feeling the dread of having to stay late at work or anything else that could possibly go wrong if Lieutenant Flynn was coming back after she had told him to go home more than an hour ago.

"Why do you even need me there? There's nothing in it for me," he was saying. "At least let me do what I gotta do before I'm stuck hanging out with a bunch of drunk idiots all night." Andy nearly walked right by her, and so she cleared her throat to gain his attention. He turned his head quickly, facing her, giving her that little grin that he had been using to greet her lately. "Look, I gotta go. I'll let you know when I'm on my way."

Sharon watched him hang up, and then she cleared her throat once more before she spoke. "So you're looking for me," she stated.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah." He didn't say anything else, so she quirked her eyebrow imploringly. "I just wanted to return - -" Andy held out a CD case, "- - this. Thought you might want it back."

It took her a moment to remember getting the CD while they were out weeks ago when he had convinced her to try a new restaurant that he just knew she would love, for no reason other than wanting to take her somewhere she would like. They had listened to it on the way home, but she hadn't taken it with her.

"Thank you," she said carefully, looking up at him as she tried to figure out why he was really there.

He brushed the thanks off and pointed towards the elevators. "You parked downstairs today?" he asked, starting to walk.

Sharon followed him, tucking the CD case away in her bag. "You didn't need to bring this to me."

"Huh?"

"The CD…"

"Oh." Andy slowed down a little, just before turning the corner. "I know."

Sharon waited until they were standing side by side in front of one of the elevators before she spoke again. "What? Did you miss me so much you had to make an excuse to come back?" she laughed a little, genuinely joking with him. It was what they did, what made the most sense between them lately, the only way she could forget all the other things that they did, all things she wanted to do.

But Andy didn't laugh, and out of the corner of her eye she could see him rubbing the back of his neck and looking at her with one of those serious looks of his. Her laughter died immediately, her heart dropping heavily to her stomach as she turned to fully face the elevator. She stayed like that until the elevator arrived.

"Still surprises you, huh?" Andy asked once the doors closed.

Sharon hummed questioningly, willing herself not to look at him. She could feel him directly beside her, their arms almost touching. If she were to look at him, she knew she would get lost in that look he was giving her - it was always the same, and it always made her want things she shouldn't have.

"How I'd easily make up any reason to be around you."

Sharon let out a careful breath as she looked up to the descending numbers. 6… 5… 4… The elevator couldn't get to the lower level fast enough for her. It was difficult not turning to look at the man beside her when she could feel him looking at her, the heat of his gaze making her skin prickle. He wanted her to say something - and maybe a part of her wanted to respond, too - but inside an elevator where someone could be watching was not the place.

She finally turned to look at him, and as soon as she did, she was reminded of the moment earlier that had been on her mind in her office. They were a little closer now, and it wouldn't have been hard to just go ahead and kiss him, eliminating the burning desire to do so out of her system. She dragged her eyes from his lips to his eyes, swallowing harshly whilst doing so. He knew, knew what he did to her, and she couldn't figure out if that intrigued or infuriated her. He could tell she wanted to kiss him, that months of tension was wearing down her resistance and becoming too much to bear.

But she wouldn't - and again, the elevator was not the place, no matter how much she desperately wanted to.

She took a step forward and shoved her hands in her pockets, pulling the slightly trembling digits into fists. "You throw me off-balance far too easily, Lieutenant," she said in a low voice.

A few seconds later, the elevator opened and she stepped out. "Admit it," Andy said, his fingers brushing her hand, creating an electrifying spark she wanted to deny she had felt, "you love it."

She stopped for a second, narrowing her eyes at the man who grinned over his shoulder as he continued walking leisurely. As much as she wanted to say something, she didn't. The pull in her belly and the excitement that coursed through her veins wouldn't allow her. She felt herself walking again, following him out of the building. Not for the first time she asked herself a question she would probably never know the answer to. What are we doing?

Outside in the dark Los Angeles night, the cool air made her pull her jacket closer around her. He had offered to walk her to her car once she told him where she parked, and there had been a few moments of silence shared between them as she actually considered it. But for now, no place would be the right place, because she wasn't ready to let herself do what she wanted just yet. Her eyes lifted from the ground to meet his own, her lips curling into a smile. "Goodnight, Andy," she said with finality.