A/N: I originally wrote this – way back when - to test out my capacity to write M (or write at all, actually). It's had a couple of minor tweaks since, but I figured I'd pop it up now. It's a one shot that takes place 3.7 – starting in the hours before we see Andy belt out her 'holy moly,' and Sam bolt out the door. I refuse to believe that Sam and Andy did not have some spectacular times (including emotionally intimate ones) while they were together – she told him she loved him ffs. Show just did a shitty job of giving them quality air-time!

Note: The TV script is used pretty much verbatim when that part of the action does take place.

Warning: If R ratings existed on this site, it would probably come in at an X or R18+? Explicit language and sex etc etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.


Andy lay back - clutching the top sheet to her chest, staring at the centre point of her light fixture- thinking (ironically?): I have seeeeeeeeen the light.

Panting softly, she dared not move her hands.

(The last time she had attempted anything with them - bar the clutching of sheets - Sam had stopped).

Sam had stopped doing….well, Sam had stopped doing something quite frankly that no one before had ever bothered to…properly… start with her.

(It's not that Andy's not modern, okay. Andy is modern – she's proven that. Especially to Sam.

A lot.

And it's not that the people that Andy has been…um…'intimate' with… are not modern. For God's sake, even Luke had his kinks.

It's just that they, apparently, are not as modern as Sam is).

Anyway, anyway, now is not the time to be thinking. Now is the time to…

OhOhOh

Now is the time to go with the flow. Feel all the feelings.

OhOhOooooooh!

(The first time Sam went down on her – shortly after he'd pulled her boy-shorts off way back at the cover apartment of impending doom – Andy had already been primed and ready to bolt.

Der-Hello: two plus years of regular and highly inappropriate thoughts, including daydreams that insinuated precisely where she wanted her TO to put his mouth.)

Whatever, whatever. Back then it was about them both quenching a desperate want and need – putting fantasy into practice and scoping one another out.

Since then it has become quite obvious. They are absurdly compatible when it comes to sex, and one of the things that makes this so… is this little piece of math:

They both like to get a little…mouthy.

Things don't get much more brain-numbingly simple than that. Still…

Andy was never so presumptuous to assume that Sam's mouth alone would be capable of this.

Seriously.

Like, this is one wake up call that Andy is happy to lay back and take any day of her life.

It all started pretty innocently, really. Although, that said: Sam really is a morning person – in more ways than one.

….

Some three hours earlier than this moment, Andy woke up to Sam hard against her thigh. Call it Pavlovian response or what have you, but the reaction goes both ways: Sam's hard, she's wet. She's wet, Sam's hard. Some beautiful synchronicity that probably happens despite (or because of), how different they are.

Andy vaguely recalls letting out a loud sigh as she opened her eyes – checking in that this wasn't one of the wet dreams she has on the nights they're not staying together (what's that saying? "The more you get it…")

And. Nope, nope. A good hard reality check was what she found herself excited about being up against on this particular wake-up.

Sam had obviously anticipated this sequence of Andy-waking-events – leaned himself into her all ready for business and kissing away her smile.

"Hey, beautiful," he'd murmered on her lips. So fucking quiet he probably didn't want her to hear. But she'd heard it, alright – she keeps her ears perked right the heck up to catch anything that might ever accidentally fall out of his mouth.

(Four nights ago they were at his place after a really late and crappy shift that almost got her another bullet to the vest – He thought she'd fallen asleep with her head in his lap in the middle of some trashy reality tv show. She had. But she was in and out of it with the touch of his hand on her head, heard him whisper quietly in an ad break "fuck, Andy - you really scare the shit out of me." She didn't confront him about it, just went back to sleep and let him carry her to bed).

Anyway, anyway – back to this morning - he'd had his nose on hers, and his lips moving in a way that she'd found it excruciatingly difficult to breathe.

She'd mustered up the strength to grin again at some point though, throwing a leg over and arching into him to let it be known: Andy McNally was indeed a most (embarrassingly desperate) willing participant of some morning sex.

Sam however, had other (albeit similar) ideas. Bearing his hips down on top of hers, he hauled her arms above her head, getting all bossy with a pinch to her nipple and "don't move, or else."

Well.

Andy has let Sam do a LOT of things to her this past few months, but something about the way he moved down over her gave this one away. Then again, it could be the way he said: "let me" as he bit hard on one very naked hip.

(Two nights ago over cheese and wine, Traci and Andy had a classy discussion about oral sex. Prompted by some Cosmo quiz, Andy learned that Traci really, really liked getting off with nothing but mouth. Andy told Traci that she'd never tipped over the edge that particular way…without some other…assistance.

She mentioned this to Sam too. It popped right on out of her mouth last night - between forkfuls of spaghetti at the ma and pa joint down the road. He'd had his hand on her knee under the table, squeezed it once before he picked up his napkin and wiped at his mouth. He'd kept his eyes on her face the whole damn time, the heated stare turning up to about 12 out of 10. It was Andy that had thrown her hand in the air to ask for the bill).

So, here they are, Andy's gauntlet thrown…and Sam's mouth moving down, down, down.

Andy is well and truly convinced that Sam has perfect combination of facial genetics on his side: cleft chin; full, firm lips; long, malleable tongue…

And, seriously. The guy has stamina. When they started this adventure, Andy was ready to be pleasantly surprised, like, once. Happily report back to Traci that Sam truly was a keeper… and that maybe Jerry could hit him up for some tips next time they were in the ring.

….

Where things stand now? Sam's been under the sheets for a while, has had Andy come on his mouth three times, and back on the edge more times than she cares to count.

(Every time after, she's pulled at his shoulders – tried to drop him the hint that she's ready to make him feel good too. Sam's just swatted her hands away, mumbled "just you").

But….

Now, as the sun beats a path through her window, Andy realises she's starting to tense (morning: a reminder that the 'Sam-staying-with-Andy-clock' could be running out. She kind of gets it, she does – his need to try keep drawing some lines. It's just…now she's seen a couple of other sides of him…she wants the rest).

She forces herself to relax – wait for the wave of fogged up feelings that will sprint through her brain this time around….

It turns out she doesn't have to wait too long – she feels Sam on approach again.

(Each time has been a little different, but the same common themes have occurred:

Sam's mouth, hot and open, moves across and down her abs, planting some stupidly delicate kisses from hipbone to hairline. She feels the goose bumps before they arrive, watches him watch her nipples pebble up before his head ducks back down.

His nose tip follows the wake of his chin – tongue peeking out as he edges at the top of her, in time to lick one broad stripe down. It's a different sensation when it's the back of his tongue – slippery and smooth…and about a thousand degrees hot. Andy's immediate reflex is a soft moan that gets stuck in the back of her throat.

He teases her clit with a simple, singular circle as her hips fly up. He steadies her in that position, firm and warm hands on her hips. Then his face pushes down…further.

Andy reaches for his hair. Sam pauses, waits for her to put her arms back up.

His hands go light on her legs then, slowly edging their way to the curve of her ass, before he pulls her all the way apart to let himself in.

As he pushes his tongue inside her gently, Andy releases her breath with what she's pretty sure is the worlds loudest sigh.

And then?

Things get a little hard to describe.

If she had to cut to the chase though… she would probably try describe the fact that her brain near blanks out as she let's herself be fucked by his face.

(It's her g-spot he's aiming for, but as with everything Sam, there's always more to it than that. He seems hell bent and determined to prove, with good scientific evidence that Andy's g-spot can indeed be reached by tongue – and tongue alone).

Despite the fact that he's now avoiding her clit like it's the Black Plague – Andy is feeling beyond existentially good. Between his lips, on, um, hers, and his cheeks, chin, and nose, hitting their own pressure points, he's giving her some warm, liquid, fuzzy feelings…. Again…that she wants to exist with for at least the next (oh, say…80 years).

He stays holding her steady – his tongue rolling and nudging at every part of her inside. Now and then he pulls out just a tiny little bit; enough to move his lips into the shape of a kiss. It makes Andy delirious – her brain filled with colour and light. She's not sure if she makes any noise, the pressure in her ears is too extreme. She knows her mouth is open though, thinks it's her lifeline – the only way any air is getting in...or out.

As she reaches the edge it's his name that fills her brain. SamSamSam She wants to come and scream - but wants to hold on to the moment in equal amounts.

It's only when Sam pulls his tongue out and scratches at her thighs, that the harsh reality of life hits Andy. He wants her to come now, even whispers it with his mouth still against her: "c'mon, pretty girl. Do it again".

And he has impeccable timing in this regard, he really does. It's like he knows when awareness has hit her… because just as soon as his tongue left her clenching at air, he's opened her up further to push it hard and rough - and all the way back in (his aim crack-shot perfect) as Andy feels the orgasm begin.

She holds tight to both ends of her sheets with her hands and toes, lets herself lose control as she free-falls like a champion…right on over the edge….finally hears herself scream.

Sam keeps his mouth right there – giving her a super soft landing before he gently shakes his head to wring the last of her out. Kisses on to her stickiness quietly before he mumbles something else into her skin.

This fourth time she hasn't even come quite as hard as the first three, but the after-glow sensation itself lasts just as long….

"Oh…my…God. Sam," she looks down as he pops his head up.

"You never know 'til you try". He lifts an eyebrow, giving her a look that suggests maybe sometime they should try some other things.

YesYesYes Andy thinks. (She really really really wants them to reveal anything and everything to one another: right here, right now. Sure, sure the mystery is a part of the attraction – but she's felt overwhelmingly greedy for him since before they were apart).

"Holy… moly," she sighs, feeling every bit as capable, beautiful, and smart, as Sam has often said he thinks she is. She thinks that of him too – rolls her eyes at the realisation of just how fucking sexy he really is.

"Holy moly? Is that the best you got? Moly's not even a word." He's humouring her now, a thin disguise to the fact that he's about to leave her in this state.

"Yeah. Well, it is to me". She watches him closely as he jumps further into his routine. Thinks about his cynicism and guardedness, but beyond that thinks of how….lovely he is.

"Okay, then. I'll take it". He leans in to kiss her, her face in his hands.

(She loves the way he kisses her…feels her head spin as she tastes herself – and what he did to her - in this particular kiss).

Her heart feels like it's about to explode with the heat – suddenly thinks desperately about how she might keep him here. (Decides to give it a shot). "C'mon. One more time….One more".

He gives her a look…like….maybe he could be convinced. And then – as though on cue – his fucking phone rings. She rolls her eyes like a 5 year old that's about to have their favourite toy taken away – gives him a pout.

She keeps a hold of his hand as he speaks to whoever is at the other end. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be there. Bye".

(She remembers now it's Jerry – Sam forewarned her last night about this. She scowled at him then too, he just rolled his eyes back).

He leans in to kiss her "gotta go".

"You always gotta go," Andy sighs – taking as many more kisses as she can get for the road.

(That's not entirely true – they've stayed in one another's back pockets on more than one weekend. Still – she wants him to take her to work. Wants them to walk into the station hand in hand. Wants him to rub her back as she walks out of Parade).

He kisses her some more, telling her he'll see her at work.

(She knows keeping things on the down-low at work was an idea of them both – knows their feelings on the job once upon a time almost got them killed…but…she just… she really just wants more of him).

She lays there – propped up on an elbow to watch him finish getting dressed. Feels her heart race for him – even as obvious as it is that he's about to bolt out the door.

She thinks of everything they've been through, and what more's to come.

She realises – very deeply – that she loves him, "Sam…,"

(She really cannot… imagine her life without him in it…)

"What?" But the way he's looking at her, looks like any deep feelings Andy might level at him could explode his head.

Andy chews her bottom lip to stop herself from telling him that she loves him. (Thinks it might sound a little trite and shallow in this moment anyway: needy, clingy girlfriend that throws about statements to make him prove…something).

"Nothing". She says with a secret smile. "I'll see you at work".

And then – just like that – he's gone.

She knows she does (love him) though. Just – really does know.

Decides maybe, possibly… probably, she'll let him know soon.


A/N: If anyone is interested, I'm up for prompts to start/finish Sam/Andy scenes that occurred in other episodes (of Season 3). Just write it in a review along with; Episode number, a brief description of the scene that we see, whether you want a Sam or Andy POV, and whether you want to see what happened before or after the scene that actually played out. Doesn't have to be M – but let me know if you want it to head that way!

I can't guarantee how quickly I'll write, but I will do it asap when inspiration strikes (May need to watch the episode again)! I will be posting scenes as chapters in this story. So, you know... feel free to stay tuned!