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A Sam/Andy fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue. Just loving making stories about it!
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A/N: Well, after a few of my faithful reviewers requested a Sam version of this story, how could I refuse?
I'm so glad you guys have liked my stories so far, they've been so much fun to write!
Alrighty ... I'll try to update either 'Sex and Violence', or 'What We Do For Family' after I get this up. We'll see how it goes.
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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They'd gone from fixing the foster mother's plumbing to Andy's apartment, under the pretense of having a drink.
Well, Sam guessed that she really did intend to offer his beer for helping her out, but it never got that far. A short conversation turned into desperate movements, each of them pulling and tearing at the other's clothes.
She was the best cure for a hangover he'd ever heard of. All of her movements were keyed and precise, but flowed out of her like music, sending mini shockwaves through his body every time they collided.
Afterwards, while they were lying on the bed listening to some music from her stereo, he found himself tracing a pattern on her arm.
"So, I'm pretty much at a loss for words," she confessed.
Sam grinned, staring up at her ceiling. "Likewise." After a long moment of silence, he opened his mouth to tell her that he wouldn't have any regrets come morning, but he was interrupted by a pounding at her front door.
They both sat up on the bed, glancing out her bedroom door. He thought it might be one of her neighbors coming to complain about the music, so when she handed him the remote for the stereo, he quickly turned it down.
She scanned the room for her clothes - apparently having forgotten that their activities had begun in the living room - and ended up settling for wrapped a sheet around herself.
That sight was one that he hoped he never forgot, and couldn't resist a wolfish grin as she told him that she'd be right back.
Alone in the room, he glanced about, taking in his surroundings. His eyes were trailing past the side of the room to his left, when his eyes caught sight of her bra on the bedside table. Grinning, he plucked it off the table, planning on teasing her with it when she returned.
The grin was pulled from his face when he heard a hand collide with the door, and a familiar voice ask Andy who was in her apartment. Callaghan, he thought, with an air of annoyance. His mind concocted a fairly juvenile plan, and suddenly he wanted Callaghan to know just who was in the apartment, just who Andy had gone home with that night, instead of him. "Come on, McNally, hurry it up!" he called out, then silently waited for a response. A few moments later, he heard the door close, and then Andy made her way back down the hallway.
He knew he'd probably end up paying for that later, but he couldn't resist. He wanted to make Callaghan squirm ... and yeah, so maybe he was also 'marking his territory' a bit, too. Not that he saw Andy as territory ... but push came to shove, he'd definitely go all caveman over her.
He began twirling the bra in his hand as Andy came back into the room, waggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.
She giggled, pulling the clothing out of his hands and making her way around the side of the bed.
He plucked the remote up from the bed, turning the volume back up. He kissed her thoroughly when she came down beside him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. As he kissed his way down her trembling body, the last person on his mind was Luke Callaghan ... he only had eyes for Andy McNally.
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The end.
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