AN: So, these two still haven't left the house (bed) yet. I really can't help that though - I truly feel the need to make up for lost time! A conversation is obviously brewing though- and never let it be said that they don't talk in bed ;)

AN2: I don't get a chance to do much editing, so please accept my apologies that sections may be clunky (or have some grammar/spelling mistakes). I never know when I'll actually get a chance to sit and write this, so my preference when I do have time- is actually to do just that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue.


Early sunrise (and cracking light through Andy's window) forces one of her eyes open. She half wants to close it again, but then doesn't- decides she really, really, wants to see what is making her feel…well, what she currently feels.

They are tangled in one another and a single blanket- (Andy realises Sam must have recovered that particular useful item some time last night after he had completely worn her out).

Her back is tight and warm up against his front, and Andy spends a good two minutes thinking about how that is doing good things to a whole stack of parts of her.

Sam's right leg is wedged between both of hers, his right arm L shaped across her side, that hand securely on her left breast. It's his left arm that she smirks at next: his elbow is dipped under her head, his forearm hoisting hers up. The fingers of their left hands are intertwined- their left arms stretched together across the bed, like some sort of-

(Morning love salute?)

Andy turns her head just slightly to the right. She doesn't want to wake him. Doesn't want to move. In fact there is something so intimate and safe about this particular position that Andy feels a content that could last for days (months, years). What she does want though:

She wants to watch his face.

(All those heartbreaking days of the break-up that she forced herself to avoid his face… well, those days…. broke… her).

He seems to be asleep enough for her to cop a stare- his breathing tells her that- so she takes the chance to give herself a good long look at those ridiculously long eyelashes.

(Andy feels her stomach churning, thinking about the way he looks at her when he goes all shy- glance down-peep up-secret smile…sure Swarek, real shy).

When her attention turns to his lips, something warm starts to coil somewhere deep, near her belly. Andy blushes from there up as she thinks about where those lips have been, (and where she spent the better part of the last few months wanting them to be).

God. So? Sam's got a good mouth. So what, okay?!

Andy finds herself hell-bent on examining his jaw next (after all, it's the thing that shows even more emotion than his eyes- if ever that was possible). She rolls her shoulder slightly to move it out of her obstructed view - takes in more of his handsome prettiness with a stifled sigh.

Her reverie is interrupted by a tiny shuffle from Sam (enough though…to let her know: not long now).

Andy twists her face back away from him quicker than she means to, closes her eyes and murmurs a half-yawn. It's meant to be her cover story: Look Sam, I'm asleep.

(Actually, come to think of it: she really wants to know what he might do if he does think she is asleep).

She wonders if he's on to her though (he's never been a heavy sleeper, so it's quite possible he has been undercover this past 10 minutes himself - playing her during this entire investigation)…

Her suspicions are only further aroused when he nudges her with the leg that's between hers- and promptly moves his hips down.

"Morning, McNallllly," Sam says low and quiet, as he butterflies her legs further apart to go lower…

He swipes his right hand in one long swoop from her breast to ribs to… cup her- gently- then promotes his index and middle fingers to work at her clit.

The low groan in the room that happens then? It comes from both of them. It's a mutual agreement type of reaction to three simple facts: she's wet, he's hard, and he just sank himself into her from behind.

He scrapes his stubble across the right side of her neck, gives her lobe a gentle tug before he whispers in her ear.

"I dreamt about you," is what comes out. Matter of fact and everything- even as he creeps his fingers further down.

"Oh yeah?" Andy says in something more like a gasp-sigh- throwing him a "was I good?" as she pushes her backside up and into him.

"Actually, McNally" Sam huffs with a push, "I dreamt that you…you, um, left …again."

Andy stutters, and sighs.

His neutral tone barely gives anything anyway. (If it weren't for the punishing little thrusts he started up on 'dreamt', Andy would think he could care less about this conversational strain).

Andy is pretty sure they're going to (need to) have a conversation about this over OJ and toast, but the way he's moving his fingers on her means there literally is no blood that is circulating to the more logical and rational parts of her body for any talk right now. No way.

He's nibbling at her behind the ear too. "You went a long, long, way away" he says- quickening his strokes.

(Andy wraps her right leg all the way back around him with that, his depth takes her own breath away-

Whatever, she is desperate to let him know she never wants them to be apart again either. Never, ever).

Despite the serious tone, Andy thinks Sam might be happy to leave the conversation itself for another hour or so too. The sloppy tongue to her shoulder shortly after her leg move is a dead giveaway…probably.

He continues on though, his tone becoming a little less, well…a little less neutral is what Andy is thinking: "Andy… Christ… We really have to work on our timing…"

Andy bites down a surprised laugh at that particular turn of phrase. All things considered, Andy thinks their timing is pitch…

Oh-Oh-Ohhhhh!

"You know what I mean, McNally" Sam persists. He holds still then, pulls his chest away from her, pulls himself not entirely, but almost out- leaving Andy clenching like she's about to fall.

"Saaaaaammmmm…," Andy warns..

For what it's worth, Sam is struggling to regulate his breathing- holding her tight with his hands (holding himself tighter…with…with… something).

"I… I just, I am happy you had the…chance" he says as he pushes in slow again. "But, next time…can we…can we not be…"

Andy cuts him (and herself) a break on that. Pushes back on him in a rush and gets him deeper again.

(Whether it's the hint of desperation- or hope, in his voice, she's not sure. But she knows what he means- realises both of them have been selfish at different times).

The way he moves inside her now, makes Andy feel every single thing she has ever felt for this man. And- well, it's almost too much.

"Sam…!" she gasps, some tears building up in her eyes. "I got you… okay?"

Andy wants to look at him so badly (but not), instead settles for reaching her right hand to where his is, stroking his wrist, then knuckles, before she heads further south.

They are both touching her now; just gentle- fingers back to being tightly interlaced.

Andy's mind goes white as she takes both their hands to where they can feel him moving inside of her-

"Fuck…Andy…" Sam chokes out before biting the back of her neck.

Andy feels it in a way she has never felt before- all the way through every part of her. Feels everything loud inside her - struggles for a while to resist it coming out. Her body shudders frantically though- in a way that makes up for what her voice box has tamped down.

(She wonders if what makes this so high on the Richter is the fact that he's coming as she does.. some perfect synchronicity that they never quite managed the first time around).

They come down at the same time too. Sam's forehead squeezed tight against the side of her neck, his lips on her shoulders- his left hand now has taken to attempting to stroke at the bites.

(They're both going to be sporting some serious marks after this).

He pulls out slow and holds her still.

Andy feels herself wanting to keep her eyes closed. She feels Sam roll away just slightly, then hears herself groan.

Sam clears his throat- oddly stark in amongst what had become a languid softness in the room.

He rolls further away, gets himself up and starts searching- most likely for his clothes?

Andy does turn on that- hard and fast. Shoots him some eyebrows and opens her mouth to ask him anything she can think of about what that action might mean (although, admittedly he's probably not rushing out on her with excuses this time around- she cannot, not, not be feeling that insecure after what they just did..but…).

She catches his eye, and something in him must dawn as he takes a look at her face.

Swiping his top teeth with his tongue, it becomes obvious he's finding it hard to hold down a smile.

He holds his hand out to her: "S'ok, sweetheart. I just want to…"

"What." Andy demands. "What Swarek? What do you…" she snarls (with what she is sure is her best 3 year old scowl planted firmly on face).

Sam's smile breaks big time then. (Oh, great, and there it goes… the Swarek shy-smile that just earlier in the piece Andy's thoughts had been gushing about).

He pulls her to her feet, her mouth twisting in return, (thinking about a more sultry pout). She's trying to avoid eye contact with him over this (can't quite believe he's not going to bolt out the door right after he gets her good and steady).

Her heart does a U-turn though as he gets his hand to her chin, tips her face back, and kisses her once on the mouth.

"Let's go out for breakfast, McNally," he says face still super close to hers…. "Give me a chance to get my head back on straight".

Andy doesn't mean to, but she drops her eyes and frowns again (just a little - can't help but think of how her own head is hardly ever straight when she's within twenty odd yards of him).

Sam pulls her in close, so she's practically tripping on his feet. She's looking down at them actually when he ducks his head - gives her nose a nudge before he bites at her bottom lip.

"Breakfast, McNally? I thought it was your favourite meal of the day?"

Andy slowly unwrinkles her eyebrows and looks up at him- (she can't help but worry how things might pan out as they move away from the bed- God help them, but they truly are avoiders of the first order).

He starts shifting her with purpose - all TO Sam and everything as he looks her up and down.

Somewhere along the way though he starts grinning like a fool (over some silent conversation he's so blatantly had with himself). Then Andy remembers how very, very, naked she still is. (It's probably around the time he stops grinning at her and simply nods his head).

Andy swallows and feels her eyes go wide, stutters out a squeaky "breakf…" that gets cut off as he instructs her:

"Yeah, I think we need a shower first".

Andy shivers,

(another instinct taking over though as she beams her biggest smile).