Things You Notice
disclaimer - do not own, no money made, but if I did own it, they would have never turned the lights back on during that black out ;)
summary - Sandy or McSwarek, whatever you call it. The things they learn about each other when they finally come together. list of 5.
Andy knew that their dynamic shifted whenever she called him Sam. After first, it had been 'sir' and 'yes, sir' and 'Offi-sir' but then, whenever it mattered, it was just 'Sam'. She gasped his name between kisses like it was the only word that mattered, finally letting go.
She didn't wear perfume but he wore aftershave. She could smell it on his neck while she was wrapped around him, short nails digging into his back with his breath hot and heavy in her ear. The smell dissolved into sweat and sex and need, but the hint of aftershave remained with her.
He didn't have the same scars as Luke, but she didn't ask him about them afterward like she had with the detective. He had more, but she knew that most of them weren't from innocent childhood accidents. She realized that she knew Sam, knew that he had earned each etch in his flesh, and she traced them lazily, wondering if he would let her kiss them better.
Officer McNally was under no delusions about whether her training officer was a morning person. She had always woken up before Luke, and expected to the do the same with Sam-never expected to fall asleep in his arms at all, really. But when she was gently tousled awake and greeted with fresh coffee from the shop around the corner, she learned that sometimes a role-reversal was a beautiful thing, even if his smile held a bit of sleepy grumpiness.
Sam Swarek was used to watching people, learning about them, figuring them out, a bit like a profiler-it was what made him a good cop and great at undercover work. He could figure people out, and he was patient. He knew Andy was gorgeous, had been watching her for months, unable to pry his eyes away, but hadn't realized just how much he coveted her until the sunlight danced against her skin in the morning. Love didn't begin to describe this feeling.