Leather Jacket

Andy finds herself flustered, when seeing Sam Swarek in a very nice jacket. Will she keep it together or will she find the leather jackets powers irresistible? Silly McSwarek fluff.

I do not own Rookie Blue

Hi! So this is one of my first fan fictions, well the first one I posted but I'm currently working on others. But I'm actually not new to the site at all. I've been reading fanfictions for many years, at least 5 I would say, maybe more. But I have now reached the point where reading does not satisfy my literary needs. Not that any of your stories are inadequate – far from it. But I think fellow writers may understand that urge to fill up a word document when inspiration hits, and now I've finally gone through with it, hopefully it pans out well!

P.S. Did you see last Thursdays episode? The McSwarek scenes are killing me. Killing me! And the promo? OMG.

Thank you for reading, and hopefully reviewing!

Damn you Swarek. I mean how dare he, really! You have tons of other jackets to wear, I'm sure of it. Like that baggy police jacket, yeah why don't you wear that and give my damn hormones a break would you? Okay so maybe he wasn't wearing it, knowing it had this effect on me – although I like to think he does so I have a reason to be mad at him – but still! The damage is done either way.

He will be out of it soon, I thought to myself. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad about that... the jury's out on that one. I was sure, however that Sam Swarek in a leather jacket was sex on legs. Or I guess on a jacket... whatever.

For once today I was actually on schedule, which luckily meant I got to see Sam in his civilian clothes. It wasn't that he isn't good looking in his uniform – trust me he is – but I didn't get to see him as much in civil clothing lately, it was a nice change. Yeah, more like evil change. He was getting out of his truck as I was walking toward the entrance to the 15th division. He was closer though, his status as a senior cop had perks: awesome parking. So I had the pleasure of seeing his leather and jean clad body strutting toward 15. And what a body that was. I felt like a cougar, though I know he's much older than me. But does age ever treat him so good. I have to stop with those thoughts. If I know Best he will be partnering me up with Sam, and I don't think I could stop myself if I was thinking about him that way in a small cramped car. It would just be so easy to reach over – No! I'll say it again: Damn you Swarek.

I make my way into the change room hoping that Sam has done the same. To my disappointment he was not. He was talking and laughing with Jerry and Oliver about who knows what, I don't really care to be honest. What I did care for was the fact that he was sitting at my regular work desk. Asshole. It's like he knew the power of his jacket, and now every time I sit in that chair I will think of stupid Sam Swarek sitting in my stupid chair in his stupid leather coat. I huffed and quickly made my way to the change rooms, praying he didn't see me stare.

ASASAS

I found myself with a smile, as I made my way to parade. I mean what's there not to smile about, I was on time for once in my life, and more importantly Sam wouldn't be wearing his jacket. I sighed happily. Today was going to be a good day, and now finally I can concentrate.

As I entered parade room, radiating optimism, I came to a dead stop. He is not in uniform. Well fuck me. This better be good. There was some time before Best made his speech so I made my way over to him, not sure exactly what to say, but I knew something needed to be said – preferably before I exploded.

"Sam!" I said a little too abruptly. He flinched "Yes... McNally?" He looked a little scared, actually. "What can I do for you?" He said more confidently, laying down the famous smile of his. "Not in uniform? May I ask why?" I probably sounded a little strange, but I can't help it! The jacket is too damn sexy, it's unfair really.

"Big case today, I'm on surveillance." He said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. "Ergo, no need for the uniform."

"Oh, I see" My words were fast and clipped. "Don't you think it's a little warm inside for a jacket Sam?" I was praying desperately that he would agree and immediately take it off; I even crossed my fingers beside my back for good measure. But my hopes were crushed.

"What? No, no I don't... is there something wrong McNally? Have a little too much fun last night?"

I briefly flashed back to yesterday at the Penny with my fellow rookies, 'celebrating' my break up with Luke but my thoughts were interrupted.

"Good morning coppers of 15."

Best called the room to a hush to say his speech. "I am pleased to say that we have, information of the where abouts on Dexter Caine, and where the next drop off is going to be put in action. We have officers Peck and Nash participating in the buy undercover. Swarek and McNally will be doing surveillance, as an extra precaution. Remember, Caine is very dangerous, ruthless and most likely armed. Epstein and Shaw will also be undercover, but will not be involved with the buy, only as back up." The mood in parade was very subdued. I on the other hand was freaking out. Me and Sam alone in the van for who knows how many hours? I won't survive.

Best added a few more details involved with the bust and then finished his speech. "That will be all for now. Serve, protect, and let's catch the son of a bitch." Best left it at that and made way toward his office, motioning Williams to follow.

Sam tapped me on the shoulder. "Well looks like it's you and me McNally, let's move." He smirked, and made his way to the surveillance van garage. He then stopped abruptly and said. "Oh and feel free to change back into civil clothing."

Shit.

I quickly said to Sam that I would be 10 minutes, and made my way to the ladies locker room.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. He's going to drive me crazy. I paced for a good 3 minutes between the lockers and the long bench. Then realizing that Sam is probably right outside and could come in at any moment to see me act like a lunatic immediately stopped the pacing. I ripped off my uniform found the clothes that I walked in to the division with and put them on in record timing. I walked to the bathroom to check my appearance; I was disappointed with what I saw however: cheeks flushed, eyes wide, and my hair was not working for me. I need to calm down. It's just Sam no big deal right? I splashed water on my face, I desperately needed to cool down and focus.

"Okay, buck up McNally. You're a cop; you don't hide in locker rooms. It's just a damn jacket. Now move your butt and face Swarek. If anyone can do it it's you."

I squared my shoulders and walked out of the locker room with confidence, even if it slightly faltered when Sam Swarek's body caught my sight.

"Ready to go McNally?" Sam said. His upper body leaned on the wall beside the women's locker room, smirk still in place.

"Uh, yeah!" I said, startled.

Then I gave him a bright smile, I couldn't help the happiness I felt when I saw him. He may be the 'bad boy' and act like an ass sometimes, but most of the time he's just... not. He's sweet, nice, caring. He's everything that I need when I need it. He's always there to back me up, like a partner should of course... but its more than that. I can feel it. I stared into his eyes getting lost in them, momentarily forgetting the certain piece of clothing that donned his body. Then he snapped out of whatever trance he was in and pull me by the arm toward the surveillance vans.

"Come on McNally, we are already behind schedule." He said sharply and somewhat uncomfortably.

"Um... alright." I was confused. Why the change of attitude? Maybe I was too intense just then... But we've had more intimate moments worse than that and he acted just fine. I barely said anything, so it couldn't be something I said. I gave myself a once over. I was wearing dark wash jeans, a deep purple v-neck t-shirt and a dark brown leather jacket.

"Oh!" I said out loud, the epiphany was too strong to contain my unexpected verbal response. He must like the leather jacket on me as much as I like it on him! Hmm I could have fun with this. We we're already outside, with the fast pace his dragged me out with. I smiled evilly to myself – already forming an idea – and tugged on the grip he had on my arm.

"Hold up Sammy!" I said with a sexy smile, while slightly swooshing my hips to one side slowly and naturally. "It's cold outside. Do you think we can spare two seconds so I can zip up my jacket?"

"Uhhh" He was rendered speechless probably at the use of his nickname, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of using it before, but at this moment it seemed right.

I slowly took the zipper between my fingers and brought it to its companion. I matched up both pieces and brought the zipper up the line of ridges, and stopped about an inch above my breasts. My jacket was quite tight so the pressure pushed my bust enough to create a delicious cleavage. Not too much but just enough.

I was watching Sam throughout the process. His eyes never left my hands and the actions they we're performing. The look of lust in his eyes was undeniable. Now you know how it feels Sammy. I grinned a small devious smile.

"All done." I said, still smiling and staring straight into his eyes. He hasn't moved at all, he just kept his eyes on me, so I took the first few steps toward him. "Coming?" Then I left his side and started toward the surveillance van. Maybe this won't be so bad.

To be continued...

So this will probably be a two shot, I'm stilling brain storming and rethinking things in my head about the next instalment, so hopefully it won't take too long. I also hope it wasn't a complete disaster and that you enjoyed it!

Oh and I don't really know if you get good parking when you're a T.O. or something, but I just used that so the positioning was the way I wanted.