An Internal Affair

A/N: Each POV section is after a certain span of time that may or may not be indicated :)
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He was glad he’d finally come out with it, and even happier now that she’d agreed – Andrea hadn’t exactly said she wanted to move in together but judging from the way she was climbing all over him, she definitely wanted to. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” she asked suddenly, raising her head from where she was scattering kisses along his collarbone.

Chad had to laugh; before now, he was the one who had always needed to ask. “No, you’re fine.” He sucked in a breath as one of her small hands slid between his legs and began to massage him through the fabric of his track pants. “Andy, you don’t have to…”

She licked her way up his neck and nuzzled his cheek lovingly, in counterpoint to the way her hands were kneading his crotch. “The difference is that I want to.” He tried to push his hips up against her and she took the hint, releasing him just long enough to draw his pants down and off his legs after he stripped off his shirt. Andrea slipped out of her clothes, and he had just enough time to eye her appreciatively – she just seemed to get more beautiful each time he saw her – before she pounced on him again. “And now, Sergeant, I shall have my way with you,” she growled playfully.

“Yes, please.”

Andrea smiled at his breathless plea before kissing her way down his body, taking time to flick her tongue inside his navel before licking at his cut lines. The look she gave him from beneath her lashes just made him harder. “It’s been far too long,” Andrea sighed before scooting down and swiping her tongue up his length from root to tip. She planted several teasing licks and sucking kisses on his cock, drawing uneven groans from his throat. Chad bit back a yell when she finally sucked him into her mouth and began to bob up and down; the sight, sound, and feel of her moaning around him made his fingers dig into the bed sheets. Andrea drew off him and grasped his shaft firmly, pumping him while she sucked lightly on his glans. “Bet you like that, don’t you?”

Chad gasped as she pinched the tip of him suddenly. “Just…just a little…oh, God…!” Andrea started to slap his cock gently, then with more force as she tried to gauge how far she could go. She returned to stroking him firmly with one hand as she reached into the nightstand for a condom, rolling it on with the ease of long practice before climbing up his body and settling over him. He groaned loudly as she sank down, Andrea's walls tight and hot as she began to ride him.

Chad ran his hands over her body, loving the way she rocked and arched her back as she fucked him. “Chad…yes, yes, yessss,” she hissed. He tried to push up into her, his movements hampered by the soreness that was still slowly dissipating as he rebuilt his muscles. He gripped her thighs and felt the urge to come making his balls draw up tight against his body as he watched his cock sliding in and out of Andrea’s pussy. God, she felt good. He splayed a big hand over her stomach and thumbed her clit, gripping her to keep her from jerking away reflexively. “I’m gonna…gonna come,” she moaned, her voice frantic as she started working her hips wildly. Andrea threw her head back and gave a choked cry as she clamped down on him, trembling violently.

He guided her up and down, the rhythmic squeezes of her walls drawing him closer and closer to his own orgasm until he felt himself get so hard it hurt. Then he exploded, hips rising helplessly off the bed as he surged up into her and cried out her name. Chad dimly felt her collapse on top of his chest and would have laughed at how her body rose and fell because of how hard he was breathing, but he didn’t have any energy left to spare. He slowly became aware of Andrea’s sobs, and tried to shake off the pleasure-induced fog that had settled over him. “Andy? Baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” She just cried harder and clung to him while he grew more alarmed. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Andrea raised tear-filled eyes to his finally, and gave him a watery smile. “Nothing.”

It didn’t look like nothing to him. “Was I really that horrible?”

She choked on another sob, making some sort of weird gargling noise as she was caught between tears and laughter. “No!” Andrea rubbed at her eyes and burrowed against him to run her fingers through the hair on his chest and tug at it gently as she tried to tell him what was going on. “It’s just… I never thought that we would ever… I love you so much,” she finished, bursting into tears again.

Chad held her as tightly to him as he could, knowing exactly what she meant. “I love you more.”

“That’s just not possible,” she sniffled.

“Yes, it is. I just said it was. And I’m bigger than you are, so that proves it.” He gave her a playful shake. “Now quit trying to blow your nose on me – that’s just gross.”

Andrea slapped at him half-heartedly and went back to cuddling, which was just fine with him. He could handle being cuddled.


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The crashing sound coming from the living room made Andrea nearly fall off the edge of the sink where she was painting her toenails. She leaned out of the bathroom door to listen carefully and when she didn’t hear anything, decided that she’d better just ask. “Chad?” A small sigh from the other room made her grin. “What are you doing out there?”

“Testing gravity. It appears to still be working.”

She shook her head and picked up the bottle of nail polish again. “Just try to be careful, okay? Steve’s going to get on my ass if you’re not healing on schedule.” After cleaning up the polish that had been spilled in her surprise, she finished her task and went out to supervise Chad. His physical therapist had left a list of exercises for him to accomplish on a daily basis, as well as a special menu to help him regain the weight he’d lost. Typically, Chad resisted the plan set up for him simply because it would entail him eating more food than his metabolism could keep up with – although Andrea had sworn up and down that she’d love him even if he wasn’t his normal strapping self, he’d given her a look of blatant disbelief and renewed his protests.

After she’d insisted - with frowns and everything - that he follow the diet and exercise plan, Chad had given way with a hefty measure of sulking and crabbiness and was now perpetually paranoid about his appearance. Andrea had found that assuring him first thing in the morning that his pajamas didn’t make him look fat was the best way to go… she still couldn’t believe how vain the man could be sometimes. She knew he tried to get around the exercise limits placed upon him every chance he got, and let him think he was getting away with it- she just dosed his water with the pain medicine that he was convinced he didn’t need so that he would simply fall asleep to get the rest that he also thought he didn’t need any more of.

Andrea rounded the corner to smile down at Chad – it looked like he’d been in the middle of push-ups when sleep had overtaken him. He was spread out on his stomach across the rug, one arm curled beneath him and the other was flung wide with Meredith licking at his fingers in an attempt to wake him up. “No, Merry,” she said softly, snapping her fingers and pointing towards the cushion she’d brought from her place. The pitbull whined and stalked off to the pillow, glaring at her reproachfully once he’d settled in. “Don’t give me that look, mister. I brought that cushion from my own couch so you could sit your big ass down on it.”

Grabbing a pillow from their bed, she lifted Chad’s head gently and slid the pillow beneath his cheek just as a knock sounded at the door. Still smiling over Chad’s ungainly sprawl across the floor, she stepped over him and opened the door to find Rita on the other side. “This isn’t a bad time, is it?” The other woman’s eyes grew huge. “Is that…is that Chad on the floor?” From his cushion, Meredith hackles raised and he began to growl.

“No, come on in. He’ll be out for at least an hour since I just knocked him out; he’d sleep through an earthquake.”

Rita’s eyes got even bigger. “You what? ”

“Dosed his drink, Rita.”

“Oh.”

Andrea shook her head in amusement. Surely Rita couldn’t think that she would actually…? “Come on in, do you want something to drink? I promise it won’t be spiked with painkillers.” She led the way around Chad’s unconscious form, and glanced back to see Rita stepping over her ex-husband with a strange look on her face. “Something wrong?”

“What? No, of course not. Not at all. I just wanted to stop by and see how he was doing.” Rita fidgeted uncomfortably for a few more seconds before finally blurting out, “You don’t actually have sex with him, do you?”

What the hell? “Um….what the hell?” Andrea followed Rita’s pointing finger to Chad’s back pocket, where the corner of a condom wrapper could barely be seen. “What exactly does that have to with anything?”

Rita drew in a deep breath. “It’s not…you shouldn’t…. it’s sick,” she spluttered. “How can you?”

Every single charitable thought that had passed through Andrea’s mind about Rita since Chad’s not-quite-accident suddenly disappeared. They said a leopard couldn’t change its spots and it looked like the proof was right here. “Sick? What’s that supposed to mean? There’s nothing wrong with me being intimate with my boyfriend,” she said, starting to get angry.

“He doesn’t like that sort of thing,” Rita snapped back. “Why can’t you just leave him alone for two seconds?”

Andrea wondered if she needed to hit her again, but calmed herself with a Herculean effort. She had a better way to handle this. “Chad actually likes it when I take charge. Besides, we figured out that the best way to go about it is to put pillows on either side of his hips so I have enough leverage to bounce-”

“Oh, my GOD!” Rita ran for the door, spurred on by Meredith who decided the time was ripe to lunge for the hem of her dress.

The slamming of the door finally roused Chad, who blinked sleepily. “Wassgoinon?”

“Nothing, Sarge.”

He yawned. “Okay. Why’m I on the floor again?”

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Gritting his teeth against the pain, Chad took another step inside the door. All he had to do was make it to the chair, and then he’d be fine… he felt his knees start to buckle as he got closer, and slammed his hand down on the side of the table to steady himself. Andrea was there instantly to slip an arm around his waist, but instead of the lecture he was expecting she just guided him to the chair. “Aren’t you going to tell me I need to take it easy?” he asked suspiciously.

She just gave him a sweet kiss. “Nope.”

Oh. “Well, why not?”

Andrea glanced over her shoulder at him as she walked into the kitchen, hips swinging enticingly. “Because you’re a big boy, Sergeant Shelten. You know your limits as well as I do.” She leaned over to reach inside the refrigerator for that protein crap the physical therapist was making him drink and despite how miserable he felt, he couldn’t help but admire the view. “And you can quit ogling me like you’re about to charge over here and get me up against the counter.”

“Can’t I at least get a raincheck for it?” he asked wistfully, lamenting that after his physical therapy session he wasn’t strong enough for the exercise he really wanted to do. He was glad that they’d hit upon the perfect solution to make Andrea more comfortable when they made love, and appreciated that he had a beautiful woman who actually wanted to make love to him, but felt that it wasn’t right to make her do all the work.

She cast another sexy look at him, and winked. “You’ll have me on my back in no time, don’t worry.”

“I’ll try not to,” he promised, zoning out to think of exactly what he’d do to her when he was strong enough. The shower, definitely. Maybe on top of the counter over there. And he’d always wanted to try it standing up, too… well, if he managed to convert all the weight he was gaining into muscle. “Andy,” he began.

“You’re not fat, sweetheart.”

Chad frowned. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Would you rather I started calling you Jabba?”

He snorted. “No.”

“Then quit being so sensitive about your figure. I already told you that I’d love you no matter what… besides, have you seen your biceps lately? Oh my god.”

Chad grinned, and lifted an arm to flex for her. He hadn’t been able to do much about his lower body because of the weakness in his back muscles, but there hadn’t been anything to stop him from developing his chest and arms. “They are pretty nice, huh?” He figured his biceps were twice the size they had been before, and he was really enjoying Andrea’s reaction to them – she was constantly running her hands over him and staring. Which reminded him, for some reason, of the stares he’d shortly be getting at work when he went in the following day. “Andy, are you sure you’re okay with getting up earlier to take me? I can just tell Steve to-”

She waved a slotted spoon at him. “I already told you, it’s fine. You can’t go back to driving yet – legally, anyway – so I don’t mind being your chauffeur…. You’d better give me a good tip, though.”

He looked her over meaningfully. “I can even pay in advance,” he hinted.

Andrea came over and plopped down in his lap, making him wince slightly as the movement jarred the tortured muscles of his back. “Uh huh. You’ll have to pay up tomorrow – double – because it looks like you need another massage.” She poked him with the spoon playfully. “Although, if the rest of you gets as big as your arms, I’m gonna need to hire someone else to help me out with that.”

“Did you just say, ‘massage’?” he asked as she stood back up to finish dishing their supper onto plates. “Whoa, I can’t eat all that!”

“I might have, I don’t know…and yes, you can. You’re not up to your optimum weight yet, so you need to eat as much as possible.” Andrea placed it in front of him and he groaned as she added even more. “And don’t give me any guff about carbohydrates, Sergeant.”

“But you hardly have anything on your plate…”

“Chad. Shut up and eat.”

Being the wise man that he was, he shut up and ate.


tbc…
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