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Summery: Andy returns to Fifteen after Project Dakota, but she's still unwilling to give Sam another chance. They get drunk and end up sleeping together before embarking on a torrid love affair based solely on sex. What are Andy's reasons for pursuing such a relationship with Sam, and why is Sam willingly going along with it?

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In Another Life

Chapter 1

She was back.

She was finally here after spending six months of her life wearing someone else's persona, and still the space between them was a gaping big hole.

She'd been back for a few days, brief glances of her in the barn his only vice that she had returned in one piece, unharmed and still breathing.

He ran into her during her debriefing, when she came around a corner from the ladies locker rooms, too fast and slammed straight into him.

She flinched at the sudden contact, and visibly recoiled when he had instinctively reached out to steady her.

After that he distanced himself even further from her, completely pulling away into the 'Out of Reach' category.

And tonight, two weeks later, she was here, at the Penny with Nash and Peck, undoubtedly having a girls night out to celebrate her return.

He could hear her laughter fill the air, the telltale sign that as the night wore on she was going from sober to tipsy to mellow, as it rang out carefree and unhindered. Free of all restraints.

He noted the rounds of tequilas being delivered to their table, and kept count of the rounds of beers too, and duly noted that they were probably a little over their regular alcohol intake already.

A little after eleven, he watched as Nash and Peck left, leaving her alone at the table for all of less than three minutes before she had company in the form of a blonde guy he recognized from twenty-seventh. A real piece of work.

What was it about her that attracted blonde guys?

He had no idea, but then again she seemed to attract most people, regardless of their gender or age.

That's just how she was, like a breath of fresh air, like a breeze on a hot day. She was bubbly and her personality electrified anyone she crossed paths with.

Twenty minutes of watching the blonde guy literally try and charm the pants off of her, and his resolve snapped.

He abandoned his drink on the bar counter in front of him and made his way over to her table, a scowl covering his hardened face.

She gave him a pointed look before turning away, her eyes eager to seek shelter from his.

The blonde guy took a minute to wistfully look between them, before excusing himself on cue, and heading towards the men's room a little to the left of their current position.

"What are you doing?". He hissed out a little courser than he intended, his voice low and sharp.

"Nothing, we were just leaving". She snapped as she made her way in a futile attempt to slide off her chair into a standing position.

Instinctively reaching out to steady her on her wobbly legs, he forced the fire that sizzled through his fingertips as they made contact with her skin, out of his mind as she whirled around to glare at him.

"This isn't you, don't be stupid". He whispered stepping a little closer into her personal space even though he knew he was uninvited.

"It's not your job to look out for me anymore, remember?". Her tone was clipped and cold, venom wrapped around her words.

She was right, of course.

But still he wasn't about to let her make a stupid mistake that was more than a little way out of her normal sweet character.

"You're right it's not, but don't do this". He wasn't above pleading with her, the last flickers of any hope fading when he saw visions of the blonde making her forget.

Forget him.

Forget them.

Making her get over him by helping her move on.

"You have no right Sam, so don't even go there". She hissed, stepping out from under his hands reach, her defiance spreading across her face as she looked at him.

"Don't...".

The more he spoke, the more he saw her determination reach over her, not a good sign right now.

Just then when Sam looked up he found the jade eyes that belonged to the blonde watching their exchange, an exasperated look on his face.

"Don't worry buddy, we're just leaving". Sam said reaching out to clutch Andy's bag in one hand, while the other took hold of one of hers forcefully.

The guy held his hands up, a sign of his surrender as he backed away, not willing to put up a fight for something he wasn't guaranteed to win.

Dragging her out the back door, closest to them, he kept his fingers firmly wrapped around hers despite the tugging she used in an attempt to free her hand.

Meeting the fresh air, his anger subsided slightly as he spun her around to face him, his face still engraved in distaste.

"Do you have any idea of what you nearly did?". He stepped towards her, her steps taking her backwards as she tried to shrink away from his anger.

She stopped abruptly when her back met the cold, uneven surface of the bricks that made up the wall behind her, her breath hitching slightly when she realized that there was nowhere to run.

She didn't answer his question, her breathing instead making itself audible as he dropped her hand and rested his palm flat against the bricks of the wall next to her head on either side, boxing her in.

"This is not you". He whispered, a softer side creeping into his voice.

She had a deer caught in the headlights look on her face, his proximity to her much closer than he had originally anticipated.

He'd had his fair share of drinks tonight, enough to cloud over his judgment, but having her this close, it just added fuel onto an already raging fire.

"Don't do stupid things". His voice drawled out as he pushed off the wall and let his hand find hers again before pulling her through the ally and out into the parking lot.

He could feel by her hands constant pulling motion that she was unsteady on her feet, the fresh air doing little to sober her up as he made his way closer to the street and hailed a cab.

He was in no shape to drive, not only from the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed, but also the numerous emotions he had suddenly surging through him.

There were so many, he was loosing their labels.

Giving the cab driver her address, he waited for the endless drive to her condo to come to an end before reality devoured him and he became more unstable than he already was.

Keeping his eyes trailed out the window, he watched the few blocks between the Penny and her residence speed by, thankful that she had opted for the silent drive home.

When the cab pulled over, he handed over a few bills before turning to find her eyes closed, her head resting on the back of the seat.

Great, now he was really pissed with her, and she was passed out in the back of a cab.

Digging in her bag, he found her keys before opening the door and gently lifting her out, to cradle her against his chest.

Her warmth felt so familiar, so consuming, he wondered why he gave it up in the first place.

Shifting her around, he finally managed to get her door open and them inside before deciding that he should have asked the cab driver to wait for him.

Kicking her front door closed, he made his way through her condo in the dark, the feeling that he was trespassing uninvited shuddering through him with each step.

Finally making his way into her bedroom, he was surrounded by her scent as it enveloped his senses.

Stopping in front of her bed, he moved her forwards and gently deposited her down on the covers.

Slipping his arm out from under her knees, he felt her stir, a soft whimper escaping he lips as she rolled towards him, her hands finding his chest.

Shifting his eyes from her legs to her face, he noticed her eyes open as her body stiffened, his other arm still tucked in behind her back.

Her face softened as their eyes met, her earlier fire seeping away to be replaced with something he had missed.

He tried to pull his arm out from under her, but she kept him pinned where he was, her eyes looking at him from under hooded lids.

He broke their gaze, shifting it to the floor, before he felt her move, drawing his attention back to her face.

She had closed the distance between them, leaving the slightest space between their faces as her hands seemed to wrap themselves around his neck and pull him closer.

"Andy...". His voice was husky, his self control wearing unseemly thin as he breathed in her scent.

God how he had missed her smell, the warmth it invoked in him immediately causing a familiar daze to fog over him.

Then in a breath she leaned up and slammed her lips into his, claiming his flesh hungrily with her own.

Her lips moved over his, her tongue seeking entrance into his mouth, her hands pulling him closer.

She let out a beautiful moan as his lips responded, the murmur vibrating into his mouth sending shivers through him.

His arm tucked securely under her, lifted her closer, his free hand finding its way up to her face and resting on her cheek as though he was feeling if she was really there, or merely a figment of his imagination.

Becoming breathless he tried to pull away, but she didn't let him move to far, her lips leaving his to caress over his face and down his neck, before her teeth found his earlobe and gently nuzzled it between her teeth.

He let out a groan of his own, as he felt himself moving over her, the weight of his body pushing her further into the mattress.

Her body responded by arching against his, her hands tangling in his hair and pulling his lips back to hers.

His lips moved to devour hers, his hand slipping from her face to trace patterns down her neck and shoulder, running across the bare skin of her upper arm, and finally sliding over to find her breast.

Her hands made their way down his back, her nails scraping over the light material of his T-shirt.

They soon found the hem of his shirt and she was tugging it wishfully, her desire to rid him of the garment flowing over her lips as she sighed in frustration at the hindrance.

Sitting up, his hands tugged off his shirt, her eyes happily appraising his well formed chest, as she moved to mirror his position and let her hands fall flat against his skin, leaving a raging fire to spread over where her hands were resting.

Pushing herself up on to her knees, she crawled over the small space between them, her hands gliding seductively and torturously slow as they made their way up to his face.

Cupping his face between her hands she made the motion so intimate as she let her eyes flutter closed and let her lips brush tenderly over his.

His hands moved to her hair, before trailing down and tugging at the hem of her shirt, breaking their lip lock only for as long as it took to pull the garment over her head.

His hands found the flesh of her shoulder, his fingertips trailing over the bare skin, down her arm and settling on her hips as they pulled her forwards, against him in desperation.

Pushing her back slightly, her legs folded out from under her as he guided her head to her pillows, her hair fanning out around her as it met the pale tone of her pillow cases.

Her feet were kicking at his shoes, so he pulled back and slid them off, his socks following before attending to hers with the gentlest of movements.

Hovering over her, he felt her hands move to his zipper, her unsatisfactory sigh telling him she wanted the pants gone too.

Letting his hand find hers, he pulled it up and lifted it to rest on the pillow next to her head, her fingers finding comfort in wrapping themselves around his and holding on as her lips illicited the sweetest sounds as he felt her arch against him.

His other hand found her breast still bound by her bra, his body hovering over hers propped on an elbow.

Pulling away, he slipped both hands free, before slipping them under her to unclip her bra, before sliding it down her arms and letting it fall to the floor beside her bed.

Claiming her lips and making them his with hunger, he restrained his need to ravage her by setting a trail of blazing kisses down her skin until the found her stomach, his hand gently caressing her breast.

Her hands flew to her jeans and loosened the button and zipper, while she lifted herself up and pulled them down, until she couldn't anymore. He resumed the actions, freeing her legs of their restraints, his hands seeking out the material of her panties and making them immediately follow.

His fingers ran up the soft skin inside her thighs, her body responding to his touch automatically.

Climbing off the bed, he slid his own jeans and boxers off before settling between her legs and settling at her entrance.

Her lips lavished lustful kisses over his mouth before moving over his jaw, his stubble tingling with the warmth of her lips.

One more seductive moan as she crawled closer, and he slid into her with total abandonment.

Her hips arched against his as he filled her, her moan losing itself in her throat as he slowly pulled back.

Her lips moved back to his as her hands found his back and her nails dug in, the sweetest sensation arising from them making ridges in his flesh.

Slowly he moved forwards, thrusting into her before pulling back and doing it again.

And again.

And again.

His face found its way to her hair, his nose burying itself where her scent was the strongest as he continued to move in and out of her at a slow pace.

"More" her voice pleaded as her need for release drove her to the point of insanity.

Pulling away, he slid off the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out for hers to pull her up and spin her around. Sensing his movements, she changed position, kneeling on the end of her bed, her elbows in front of them and her feet dangling over the end.

He hovered over her for a second, taking the sight of her in before slowly sliding back into her, her moans again filling the silent air of the room.

Settling his hands on her hips, he held her tightly, his fingers clamping down on her soft pale skin as he moved to fill her.

He was sure that there would be bruises where his fingers where when the sun rose, but it wouldn't be the first time he had marked her in such a way, even though it was accidental.

Pounding into her, he felt her tighten around him as she let out a throaty moan before she tipped over the edge and screamed his name as he continued to fill her while her body convulsed in pleasure.

Soon he would find his own release, her name whimpered out on a careless whisper as he surrendered himself to her in the only way he knew how to- by showing her what she did to him, and letting her feel the passion that only she invoked in him.

Their breathed evened out as she slumped forwards, her head finding her pillow as she crawled up to her normal resting place.

He followed suit, tugging the bedding out from under her legs, and dragging it over them as he nestled himself behind her.

"You can't stay Sam". Her voice was feint and hesitant, but she was totally lucid when she spoke.

"What?".

Still turned away from him, he had no idea what was running through her mind because he couldn't read her face, although her breathing was shallow, and slightly labored.

Sam stared at the back of her head, not willing to believe that he had just uttered the words he had heard.

"Andy...".

"No Sam, this...was stupid". She said, tossing his words from earlier back at him.

"Can we talk?".

"Now you want to talk? Seriously?". She tugged on the sheet and pulled it free, wrapped it around herself and climbed out of bed.

Turning to face him, he saw that her face was crumbling, she was barely keeping it together as her eyes welled and she tried to front a strong facade.

"Just...just go, please". She whispered before her hand made its way up to swipe away a tear that defied her and broke free.

Yanking up the sheet, she padded over to the bathroom before slamming the door, the click of the lock sounding through the silence of the room.

He knew it was a mistake to give in, to succumb to her spell, but he just couldn't help himself.

Jumping off her bed, he followed with heavy steps to the bathroom door, his voice pleading through the closed wood.

"Andy please". His hand braced the wall while the other ran through his hair.

But silence followed, the sound of running water drawing through the door.

Sam stood outside the door for what felt like endless hours waiting for her to come out, but she didn't, not even a while after the water had turned off.

"I'll go" he finally whispered through the door.

He went in search of his clothes and pulled them back on before leaning against the door one last time before letting his final words drift out on a ragged breath.

"This isn't over".

Pushing off the door, Sam left Andy's condo, slamming the front door behind his so she would know he had left.

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