A/N This is a companion piece/extended scene for Chapter 5 of T Rated 'The House of Boo'. The little romantic getaway of Sam/Andy could not go without...something extra.

It's a new years treat especially for RB_Anon, Evelinav, Lissa and Caitlin who spurred me on during a twitter conversation. (Although, maybe I should take the blame for tipping this scene over the edge). It's also a thanks to guest Becca, who always gives such thoughtful and lovely reviews...I really have no idea how she's going to react to what's about to happen, but every word is written with love...I promise...so...

Warning: Extreme M…R…(X rated even)…scene ahead.


The whole thing is just ridiculously romantic; after dinner Sam and Andy decide not to hang around with strangers – instead they make full use of their rooms' spa.

The resort has stocked the bathroom with all sorts of luxuries as part of the package – including the whitest and fluffiest towels known to mankind.

Andy lines the room with scented candles and gives just a touch of extra froth to the bath. She stands back in awe at what she's created - the ambient light of the room matching her own tranquil mood.

As Andy closes her eyes to take in the jasmine scent surrounding her, she bites at her lip - a reaction to Sam's steady, warm hand sliding its way under her robe.

"You probably ain't gonna need this thing on," Sam says as he uses some teeth to pull the shoulder of the garment away from her skin.

Andy smiles and pops her eyes open as she helps him with getting her the rest of the way undressed. Of course, Sam's already all the way naked, (like he is a lot of the time when it's just the two of them in a room).

The two of them stand there for a while...just looking at one another...before they get into the tub. The bathroom is at the perfect temperature and comfortable – despite the fact that the mirror is now engulfed with a whole lot of steam.

Andy wonders for a second if she should go turn some music on, everything is so very quiet. Except –

Well, more and more, she's come to appreciate silence and Sam.

Sam reaches out and runs his hands down Andy's sides after a few more moments, his voice serious yet soft; "You really are breathtakingly beautiful, you know that?" His eyes have scanned the length of Andy, but as always, they settle on her face.

Andy shivers under Sam's touch...and his words. And despite however many times he might say stuff like this, Andy's pretty sure she'll always blush.

(With every passing day it seems neither of them want to hide their desire for one another – ever again).

Sam helps Andy into the spa eventually, one steady hand curled around hers as he steps in before she follows close in tow. They just stand together again for a while, both getting used to the hot water that's practically up to their knees.

Sam's careful to hold them both in place while he turns the jets onto full. On his way back up from the leaning position he leaves a trail of small kisses that spans Andy's thigh to her neck.

Andy laughs brightly at the rapid, giant bubbles as well as the way Sam's mouth has tickled her skin. "Trust you not to go half speed, JD."

Sam just smirks at Andy and strokes a hand down her front. "Oh, you know I can go slow…when it counts."

Andy blushes…again…at Sam's words, and the fact that he paused his hand just north of where she's now gone stupidly hot.

They sit down cautious, and opposite one another to start with - Andy sticking her feet up to rest on Sam's shoulders. She digs her heels into his muscles there and then taps hard with her toes.

Sam shakes his head and laughs at her not so subtle hint to massage her feet..yet again. He grabs at one foot to jostle it in friendly punishment, and then proceeds to bite at each individual toe.

Andy breaks into the type of giggles where she's worried she won't be left with enough air. "JD," she whines through some gasps. "You know what that does to me."

"Oh, I know alright." Sam has a deadpan look on his face, even as one of his hands makes its way up from her knee to her thigh under the water…and then abruptly stops as Andy feels herself sink further down.

Sam pets at Andy's leg with a smirk and then humors her further by tickling at the arches and toes with his soapy hands until he works his way to her heels and then back to her calves. His fingers dig into the muscles that got a good workout today; long, curly strokes that remind her of the ski slopes they were on.

She closes her eyes as his hands reach the back of her knees. He rubs just gently in small, delicate circles and then moves his fingers around to a position where they can continue their journey up her thighs.

"Mmmmmm," Andy sighs…groans…well, really she has no idea what sound has just come out. It feels good, for sure. Everything that he's doing. But that's a given when it comes to Sam and his hands.

Andy keeps her eyes shut tight as Sam's thumb lead the way up the rest of her thighs. Every now and then he pauses, rubbing gentle circles into where the muscles are tight.

She sighs as Sam gets impossibly close to the creases at the end of her legs – feels his whole body accordion toward her to get where he needs.

Andy's ready for him to move her to where he needs – heck, she was ready a while ago. She holds tight to the edges of the spa though, in anticipation of the lift and what will happen when he pulls her back down.

It comes as a surprise and rude awakening then that that is not what happens. Still -

Andy can't help but giggle out loud as Sam splashes some water into her chest and face.

"You just gonna sit back and be pampered huh, Candace?" Sam laughs back at her, trying on his best pretend-annoyed voice.

They don't do much talking after that in the warm, bubbling water – it just becomes a loved up melee of sorts...both combatants trying to please one another the most.


Andy lunges at Sam as best as she can, her breasts hitting his chest before her lips plant themselves on his.

Everything between around them is warm, wet and soapy, including the floor with the waves they're causing as they battle one another to get where they want.

Andy tries to get her legs wrapped around Sam so she can hook onto his hips, but the slipping and sliding is doing nothing for either of them, and only serving to frustrate things a whole lot.

"Turn around," Sam strangles out eventually, his hands sliding restlessy over Andy's shoulders and arms. He's moved far enough to give himself the support of the tub at his back.

Andy pants, trying to catch her breath and get her head back under some sort of control. She really has to stop...wanting...in such an acute way...so quickly around him. There's a problem here though, and it leaves Andy's desire cranked all the way up -

As Andy turns she realizes it could work for them a few ways like this, but because she's feeling adventurous and has never done it before –

"Take me…" only then she can't say it. And it's not that she doesn't trust Sam…it's why she's asking…it's why

"I want to try…" Andy's words are a blur and she knows it, this state she's got herself in thinking about having Sam inside –

Well, inside other parts of her.


"What.." Sam says - not like it's a question, his mouth at her ear and his fingers on her clit. He pulls her further back onto him too, testing maybe. "What do you want to try, sweetheart?"

(He knows she's never done it like that before…the two of them quizzing one another very cautiously about what they did and didn't like…had and hadn't done way, way back. It's um, it's always been on their list…it just hasn't panned out as right until….)

"Behind, Sam" Andy says prissily and in broken English…and because she can't bring herself to say it any other way. God. She really could've sworn she wasn't a prude until now. "Please," she says softer. "I really, really want you…"

Andy sucks in a sharp breath as she feels a single finger of Sam's at her ass. His other hand is placed gently over her heart, no doubt feeling the way it skips and thumps hard right now. He leaves it there a while, Andy bringing her left hand up to rest upon it, her engagement ring shining bright above them both.


Sam's continues to work at her gently below; feeling Andy out where she is wet from wanting…and where she is not.

"We're gonna take this slow…" Sam tells her in a voice that is completely and utterly wrecked. "And you're gonna tell me to stop…if…"

Andy nods her head and bites her lip. "The thought of having you inside me…everywhere…it turns me on Sam…" Andy sobs out eventually, her whole body wired at thinking of what this lovemaking session might feel like.

(She's already told him she'd do anything with him…that came out a long time ago. So far...well...they've tried a number of things).

Sam kisses at Andy's ear, breathing hard as he dips a finger into where she's the wettest and then sliding it to her entry behind. "We're gonna try this first…okay?"

Andy nods again and closes her eyes. She runs her right hand down to keep the sensation Sam had started on her clit. She strokes two of her fingers over herself as she waits –


And then she feels his sticky, wet middle finger nudge into her ass as he keeps his other hand steady on her chest.

She groans as it happens, the pressure light and….unusual…and…not at all like the pain she thought it might cause. (She has no idea why she expected pain, anyway -)

She wriggles back on Sam to let him know she's okay, but figures he may know that already – her heart now going at a steady thump, thump, thump.


"More…" Andy tells Sam quietly a little while later, expecting he'll know what she's getting at.

She turns her face to kiss at his anyway and whispers right on his lips. "Want you there."

"I'm here," Sam murmurs back, pulling his finger out and shifting Andy around so he has her in a place that he's got space to guide himself in.

Sam slides his cock over her wetness, both of them trying to watch his movement through the water.

Andy swallows hard as she keeps working her fingers over herself, noticing the bubbles of the spa work their way towards her legs. She's going to have to get a slightly different angle – she's not exactly sure which, but -

Sam's here and Andy has no doubt he knows what to do.


"You might…you might have to kneel…then you can control…sweetheart" Sam's voice is thick and warm and steady…even though the words are broken up.

Andy moves herself so her shins and knees are flat against the tub – Sam holding her in a chest embrace still, so she remains close and tight.

She feels the head of his cock at the tight entry there – hard and warm and working against the jets of water to stay in the one spot... and ready for her.

Sam moves his right hand to near where Andy's is, his fingers searching out the spots that he knows make her feel so, so good.

"Oh…oh…God…" Andy sighs soft as his fingers fuck into her while she works at her clit.

She can feel his pulse throb against her ass as they both move slow in time on and inside of her, the pleasure almost too much for Andy to bare.

She tries to tell herself it's just a head thing...she's so turned on because...it's not something they'd normally do, but then she feels the twitch of Sam's cock, prodding a little further. And, yeah, no...it's physical too -


"I want every part of you…" Sam whispers after a while of them just taking it all in. "Whatever you want." He places delicate kisses alongside her jaw and cheek – the only places he can get. "Whenever you're ready…just sit…sit on me, okay?"

Andy bites her lip hard, this wicked thrill coursing all the way up her spine at his words. "Okay…Gonna…" she breathes out slowly, opening herself up as much as she can and inching her way down.

Sam shifts the hand that was on Andy's heart momentarily…just to help guide her. It's excruciatingly slow, but extraordinary…the way everything is so, so -

Sensitive and tight.

Actually, it's more than tight...it doesn't give as much as -

Well. As anything else.

It's insane the feeling though...the feeling of both Sam and Andy pushing at one another to make...lovemaking...give in.


By the time Andy is all the way down and on Sam, she is full…and complete.

His left hand is back on her heart where it belongs and two fingers of his other hand is matching its rhythm inside other parts of her.

Andy sits just like that for a while, getting used to yet another new feeling…

The only way she can really explain it -

Is that she feels at …one...with Sam.

"Sam," Andy exhales finally – this long gasp that she's never heard from herself before.

She moves her hips just enough to pull herself up, wanting to give Sam the friction he must need. "So…so…amazing…" she tells him breathlessly, gradually increasing the pace until it matches everything that's been set elsewhere.

"You're amazing," Sam tells her between kisses to the back of her neck. "You're hot…and sexy…and…"

Andy groans out loud as she feels something build up first in the pit of her stomach…and then at the base of her spine…

The orgasm is from where their fingers are - both places probably. Andy doesn't even know, other than her whole body is in a spasm that is about to let loose...

The way Sam is throbbing inside the back of Andy intensifies the need for her release to something out of this world.


Andy watches the bubbles whirl and spin in front of her as her mind turns to white.

Every part of her lets go as Sam thrusts himself up and inside of her both ways.

She tries to contain the noise she makes to start with, but her body takes over her brain - some primal instinct that wants…and wants to give…more and more.

This give and take - and take and give - they've had going on for what seems like an eternity all coming to a climax now…only this time, it's all give, give, give…from both of them.

Andy hears Sam mutter Love You to her at different points, so she keeps her ear close to his mouth and continues to move on him so she can hear it over and over again as she remains in a state of bliss: at one with Sam.

Andy joins in the chorus eventually, managing to form the words: her Love You becoming a constant as Sam loses himself inside of her.

It's fast and hard when it happens, a force spreading through her, Sam's body bucking up under her weight with his own animal cries.

She reaches her hand back to hold his head near hers and feel his breath near her mouth.

She realizes now that she feels it more and more every day...

Andy wants Sam for life.


When it's over, they stay there – still and quiet except for the bubbling that continues around them... and the tick of a clock in the room outside.


Normally when they try something…new…or newish…together…they often joke a little to get beyond the shyness or embarrassment of it all.

Not this time though, this time Sam and Andy are calm.

Perhaps it's because of their undercover personas excuse going into this weekend…but, then again, it's evident that both of them have left those excuses behind again tonight…at the moment that felt just right.

"Love you, Andy," Sam says quietly, keeping his arms wrapped tight around her as they separate other parts of themselves.

"Love you too, Sam," Andy whispers, smiling and placing a kiss on his hand.


Sam scoops some of Andy's wet hair away from her cheek as she nestles her shoulders back against his chest. He kisses her in that spot and runs a hand up her body.

Andy tilts her chin up to kiss Sam properly. When she pulls back she looks at him earnest: "Whenever things get tricky…let's take some time out to remember…us…who we are when things are right?"

Sam puts a hand in Andy's hair to pull her mouth back to his and then affirms he's acknowledged her request by bumping at her nose and then kissing her deep.


They help one another out of the water when it's gone cold. Silently they dry one another with the big, fluffy towels – occasionally smiling and standing still to look in one another's eyes.

Sam wraps Andy's robe around her carefully, kissing her lips as he ties the belt in.

Andy unties it again immediately though, her eyes sparkling at Sam's. "I don't need this thing on."