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A Sam/Andy fic.

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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue.

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A/N: I'm happy you guys have enjoyed my other fics so far, your reviews rock!

I got the idea for this one after seeing the look that Sam gives Andy in the hall, right after Luke tells her that he already talked to Sam.

This episode was already online, so I didn't have to wait until tomorrow to watch it!

I hope you guys like this, I know I'll love writing it.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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She wondered if she was the only one who noticed. Sometimes when it happened, she actually forgot to breathe. It was one of the most intense things she'd ever experienced.

At first, it was just a casual look. Things hadn't been the same since the night of the blackout. For the longest time, he couldn't even look her in the eye. She didn't enjoy the idea, but she thought the change had come when she'd broken up with Luke. Her night on the front porch of Luke's cabin had proved how her feelings for him had changed. She couldn't keep herself in a relationship that was going nowhere.

It had been a sort of turning point for her and Sam. But things weren't the same. Definitely not. The main change being: the way he looked at her.

It was as though he was constantly undressing her with his eyes. Ever since that night, he'd gotten a deeper look at her - physically, and emotionally. He'd seen a new side of her, a slightly less-clothed side, and his eyes seemed to tell her that he wanted to see more. His eyes, but not his mouth. They never spoke of the incident again, just stamped it under the 'disregard' pile. His eyes couldn't lie, though.

The way that he watched her, the way that he caught her eye just right, when nobody else was looking. Sometimes, he would stare at her for what seemed like hours.

She couldn't be the only one who had noticed this. Sure, no one had said anything - yet.

He was her training officer, there was a reason why this couldn't go any further than it already had. He knew it, she knew it.

But dammit ... those eyes. The heat from his gaze smoldered into her, filling her with a steady throb that she couldn't ignore.

It happened when they were in the field, taking statements from witnesses. It happened during parade, when they were supposed to be paying attention. It happened at the Penny, when they were chatting with their friends. Wherever she went, his eyes sank into her so deeply, it was as though they were a part of her. As though she couldn't do a single thing without them watching her. She wasn't put-off by his long, lingering stares ... she relished in them. To her, it meant that he cared more than he was willing to say. It meant that despite their 'disregard', he still wanted her.

And lord help her, she wanted him, too. But she couldn't ... she wouldn't let herself fall for him, not while he was her training officer.

She knew the day would come when that could no longer be an obstacle. But it was too far away. For now, all she had was this. This ... eye-sex. She didn't love the label, but it really couldn't be called anything else.

First, his eyes would undress her. Then, his dark gaze would open her up for him, making her far too willing. The flutter of his eyelids would send shockwaves through her entire body, making her putty in his hands. And then, when she thought she could take no more, the dip of his stare down her body gave her no doubts as to his intentions. It made her squirm, and yearn for more, even while she glanced about to make sure no one else was watching.

Yes, it was eye-sex. And she couldn't get enough of it.

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The end.

Just a short one, but hopefully good.

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