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First Time
Their divorces seemed to coincide with one another. It caused them to find one another as a comfort. A constant flirting between the two of them. An easy repertoire. Fritz Howard has always been one of the only people who have trusted Sharon Raydor from the beginning, as told to her by his ex-wife. They were friends long before she and Brenda were friends. Their actual three month anniversary. She was never one to be a sap, but she asked Lieutenant Provenza to tend to Rusty so that she could have a dinner and movie date with Fritz, mostly because she was always worried about the boy's safety. She doesn't want to ruin alone time with Fritz just thinking about her foster son.
"I'm sorry it's so sparse in here." Fritz calls to her, standing in his kitchen. This isn't their first date. No. Nothing like that. They've dated for quite a while, their schedules working for each of them.
Sharon smirks, "You've been here for three months and you haven't a single painting on your wall...or anywhere."
"I know." He laughs to himself, "My sister sent me a picture of herself after she visited."
She giggles softly, rising from the sofa after removing her shoes, and walking to the kitchen to watch him. "You should let me take care of this for you." She leans against the refridgerator.
"I'm rarely here." Fritz shakes his head, "I've been thinking about getting a dog or something...maybe a cat...Brenda liked cats, they're alright, but I think dogs might be better."
"You aren't here because there's nothing around. A sofa, a television, and a bed aren't going to cut it." Sharon folds her arms.
He motions to his non-alcoholic mix drinks, "They cut it for me. Have one of these."
She leans forward, picking up one of the champagne flutes filled with juice and seltzer, "They look great." She places a hand on his arm, taking a sip, it tastes terrible, but she manages a pleased face, "They're great, hon."
Frits chuckles, spilling out the concoction in the sink, "Being married to a gambler for so long really did wonders for your poker face." He takes the glass from her, doing the same, and leaving the glasses in the sink. "I'm sorry. At least I tried, right?"
Sharon nods, "I'm impressed."
He places his hands on her hips, looking into her emerald eyes. "You look so beautiful."
She blushes, moving her hands to his shoulders, letting her wrists drape over them, "Thank you. You look dapper, as always."
Waving his eyebrows, he smirks when she giggles, "You always do." He leans in, kissing just under her ear. He knows she's older than him, but not by much. Not that it matters to him anyway. Never has. She's more about the relationship than Brenda ever was, more about him than just trying for sex. "I'd love to see more of you, Sharon."
Sharon watches him, her nails gently stroke the hair at the back of his head, "And I want to see you more."
Smirking, he shakes his head, "That too, but I mean see more of you." Fritz grins more, "I mean...it's been a year...a whole year. Could you even...imagine that?"
Their divorces seemed to coincide with one another. It caused them to find one another as a comfort. A constant flirting between the two of them. An easy repertoire. Fritz Howard has always been one of the only people who have trusted Sharon Raydor from the beginning, as told to her by his ex-wife. They were friends long before she and Brenda were friends. Their actual three month anniversary. She was never one to be a sap, but she asked Lieutenant Provenza to tend to Rusty so that she could have a dinner and movie date with Fritz, mostly because she was always worried about the boy's safety. She doesn't want to ruin alone time with Fritz just thinking about her foster son.
"I'm sorry it's so sparse in here." Fritz calls to her, standing in his kitchen. This isn't their first date. No. Nothing like that. They've dated for quite a while, their schedules working for each of them.
Sharon smirks, "You've been here for three months and you haven't a single painting on your wall...or anywhere."
"I know." He laughs to himself, "My sister sent me a picture of herself after she visited."
She giggles softly, rising from the sofa after removing her shoes, and walking to the kitchen to watch him. "You should let me take care of this for you." She leans against the refridgerator.
"I'm rarely here." Fritz shakes his head, "I've been thinking about getting a dog or something...maybe a cat...Brenda liked cats, they're alright, but I think dogs might be better."
"You aren't here because there's nothing around. A sofa, a television, and a bed aren't going to cut it." Sharon folds her arms.
He motions to his non-alcoholic mix drinks, "They cut it for me. Have one of these."
She leans forward, picking up one of the champagne flutes filled with juice and seltzer, "They look great." She places a hand on his arm, taking a sip, it tastes terrible, but she manages a pleased face, "They're great, hon."
Frits chuckles, spilling out the concoction in the sink, "Being married to a gambler for so long really did wonders for your poker face." He takes the glass from her, doing the same, and leaving the glasses in the sink. "I'm sorry. At least I tried, right?"
Sharon nods, "I'm impressed."
He places his hands on her hips, looking into her emerald eyes. "You look so beautiful."
She blushes, moving her hands to his shoulders, letting her wrists drape over them, "Thank you. You look dapper, as always."
Waving his eyebrows, he smirks when she giggles, "You always do." He leans in, kissing just under her ear. He knows she's older than him, but not by much. Not that it matters to him anyway. Never has. She's more about the relationship than Brenda ever was, more about him than just trying for sex. "I'd love to see more of you, Sharon."
Sharon watches him, her nails gently stroke the hair at the back of his head, "And I want to see you more."
Smirking, he shakes his head, "That too, but I mean see more of you." Fritz grins more, "I mean...it's been a year...a whole year. Could you even...imagine that?"
