"She told you to do what with me?" Sam said, hitching Andy's legs around his waist and carrying her backwards down the hallway.
Andy grinned as he dropped her on the bed. "She told me to put you on ice."
"What does that mean, exactly?" Sam asked, whipping his shirt up over his head before crawling up the bed towards Andy.
"Well, I wrote your name on a post-it." Andy explained as he pulled her underneath him, "And I dropped it in a jar of water." She almost forgot what she was saying as he began unbuttoning her shirt, kissing each inch of bare skin he exposed. "And I put said jar of water in the freezer."
He 'hmmed' as he reached behind her and flicked open the clasp of her bra. "And what exactly was that supposed to do?"
"It was supposed to help me forget about you." Not likely, she thought, as Sam pulled the garment off of her and tossed it to the floor.
He braced himself on his elbows above her, not letting his full weight rest upon her. "Forget about our hot, passionate night of adulterous almost-sex?"
"Something like that," Andy breathed as he palmed her still-clothed bottom with one hand, pulling her leg up around him.
"So you put me on ice?" He asked, dipping down to kiss her.
"Yes, " she gasped when he pulled away to kiss down to her collarbone.
"How'd that work out for you?" He asked, suckling the soft skin above her breasts that he knew so well.
She ran her hands between his shoulder blades and up through his hair, clutching the soft strands between her fingers. "Well Luke found it and broke up with me."
He grinned down at her, winking. "So it worked out well then, huh?"
She laughed, "I guess so."
"So the question is," Sam said, pulling her jeans down her legs, "Am I still icy?"
She grinned as she tugged him back up to her, "No," she said, reaching for his belt, "You are very, very hot."