Something light and fluff filled, because I've already been infected with the Christmas spirit.
Hope you enjoy.
(Also, for Christmas, I want Sam for a day.)
Disclaimer: ... Clearly, I don't own Rookie Blue, I'm here.
Set: Anytime before the whole explosion of events at the end of season 3.
He didn't know what woke him; it could have been a combination of sounds or even smells, or nothing at all.
He simply went from a peaceful, dreamless sleep to awake. And alone in a cold bed.
Ignoring the brief stutter of his heart (he knew nothing had happened, the muted sounds of her voice floated from downstairs), he slid from her bed and pulled a sweater on against the chill.
Rubbing sleep from his eyes and wincing when he saw the time on the clock (really, who was wide awake before 5 on a day off?), Sam padded down the hallway, following the soft music.
Halting in the doorway, a smile tugged his lips upward as he took in the scene before him.
Andy danced her way around the kitchen island, the movement of her hips under thin yoga pants making Sam's mouth water, with a small string of tiny lights in her hands. As she continued to sway to the beat of the happy music emanating from the radio, she carefully fixed the string around the lip of granite.
Looking (with a struggle) past the beautiful woman who seemed to absorb all the light in the room, Sam noted with mild amusement that the remainder of the kitchen had already been attacked by Andy's decorating spirit.
"You do know Christmas is in like a month right?" Sam asked wryly, lifting an eyebrow.
Andy jumped and whirled around, a hand flying to her mouth in shock.
As Sam chuckled, she cursed.
"Jeez Sam! You scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry," he murmured, moving to meet her in the center of the room. Cupping her jaw in his hands, he leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to hers.
She smiled against him and moved closer, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
After a long moment, where the deep fire burning within both of them sparked in response to the deepening kiss, Andy eventually pulled away and Sam followed blindly.
(He imagined he would always follow her).
Pressing a finger to his lips, Andy's eyes sparkled with mischief and amusement. Ducking his head, Sam began to nibble on her finger in return and grinned to himself when she sucked in a breath.
"No funny business," she hissed, jumping back. "I have more work to do."
"Well, like I said, isn't Christmas in a month? Why are you doing this now?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, well, I'm in a festive mood. So, are you going to help me or complain?" Andy shot back with a quirk of her lips, heading towards the string of lights she had been in the process of been setting up.
"Actually, I'd rather do this," Sam told her gently, tugging on her arm and pulling her back to him again.
Lacing his fingers with hers, he silenced her protests with another kiss, this time just a quick peck before resting his forehead against hers.
"Can we just dance? Just for right now?" he asked softly, searching her gaze deeply and letting the vulnerable side of him, the side that still couldn't believe she had finally let him in, show.
"Sure," she whispered, the need to fill her apartment with bright lights and cheer (the Christmas bug had truly bitten hard this year; she finally had someone she truly and entirely wanted to spend the holidays with) dissipating.
So, with dawn just breaking (because, honestly, it was five in the morning), they danced around a half decorated kitchen in each other's arms.
In their own way, this was their way to rest and relax.
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