AN: Again, THANK YOU for all the reviews. You're amazing, beautiful souls. Luckily, work's been pretty quiet, so I've been able to get some writing done. I'm almost finished the next chapter, too, but I'm wrestling with where I want it to go. So, that might take a couple of days.
I needed to up the rating of this story to T. I hope no one minds, but it had to be done haha. Not necessarily for this chapter, but for the coming ones. When I rated it K+ it was only supposed to be a one-shot. Whoops.
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Andy woke up, stretching her arms above her head. She was pleased to look over and see a good amount of space between her and Sam. It's not that she didn't want to be sidled up right against him, she did. She really did. But she knew that if she were to get too close, at some point during the night her leg would have ended up around his waist- dangerously close to his wound.
Sam was still sleeping despite the fact that the alarm on her phone was ridiculously loud. She crawled over to his side of the bed, gently turning his head to face her. She watched as he slowly blinked awake, a lazy smile appearing on his face. She smiled back before kissing him and letting out a satisfied sigh.
"G'Morning," he said, yawning.
"Good morning," she said, not able to keep the smile off her face. She ran her hand down his bare chest and fingered the edge of his bandage. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," he nodded, playing with the ends of her hair. "I should hop in the shower so you can change that for me."
"Yeah," she nodded, looking up at him again. "Do you need any help?"
"No," he laughed, running his hand down the side of her body until it rested on her hip. "I've got it."
"Okay," she smiled, kissing him quickly. "Go ahead. I'll make coffee."
Andy sat up on her knees and helped him to sit up, guiding him with her hands on his elbows. When he was up and his feet were hanging over the side, she moved so she was directly behind him. She hugged him around his chest and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Thanks," he said, resting the side of his head against hers.
"Anytime," she said, kissing his cheek. She climbed around him and helped him stand. When he was in front of her, on his feet, he slid his hands underneath her t-shirt and rested them on her back. "Oliver's going to be here soon," she laughed, running her fingertips through the hair on his chest.
"Ugh, fine," Sam sighed dramatically, throwing his head back before kissing her slowly. Andy smiled and gently pushed him toward the bathroom, watching him go. She let out a deep breath, smiling to herself, before heading for his kitchen.
She knew her way around the room like she'd never left it. Nothing about Sam's house seemed to change in the year since they had broken up and it was an odd source of comfort. While she waited for the coffee to brew, she pulled out two mugs.
She found herself pulling his sweatpants over her hips; every time she took a step, they slid further down. No matter how long Sam had a pair of sweatpants, there was never a drawstring involved. He always made sure to pull them out for whatever reason and it really only effected the way they fit on Andy. She should have taken it as a sign to not wear his sweatpants, but it didn't stop her. As the coffee finished up, she rolled the pants at the waist a few times hoping that would last from his kitchen to his bedroom.
As she poured the coffee, she heard the shower stop running and the bathroom door open into Sam's room. "Are you decent?" She yelled playfully as she neared the door and he chuckled.
"I'm decent, McNally," he told her and she continued walking to find him in a clean pair of pants. She smiled at him and he shook his head. "Nothing you haven't seen before."
"Hey, I don't want to intrude on your privacy," she shrugged, handing him a mug.
"Please, intrude," he smirked and she laughed setting her coffee on his dresser. He took a long sip of his, watching her over the rim, before setting it down next to hers.
"You should lay down," she said, nodding toward his bed and he sighed. She watched him make his way back to bed, lying in the middle, and she grabbed the bag the doctor had given him. It held all of the things necessary to change the dressing on his wound. At the moment, there was no bandage and Andy grimaced as she let her eyes linger on it.
"It's fine, Andy," he told her and she snapped her eyes up to his, nodding. She swallowed and climbed onto the bed with him, her knees on either side of his. "What are you doing?" He asked, a laugh lacing his voice and she smiled, rolling her eyes.
"I'm getting the best angle to cover that monstrosity up," she laughed, resting back on his shins. She was a little too far away to reach, so she shimmied further up his legs until she was sitting on the very bottom of his thighs. "You okay?" She asked carefully and he nodded. She nodded to herself and went about bandaging his abdomen.
"Where are your notes?" He asked sarcastically. The funny thing was, he had watched her take notes a couple of days before while the nurse went over the procedure.
"I've got it covered," she promised, paying very close attention to what she was doing. He watched her the whole time, shivering as her fingers made their mark on his skin. When she was finished, she sat back and took stock of her work. "I think I did okay," she decided.
"Looks good to me," he said, finally looking down at the new, clean bandage. She smiled, proud, and rolled off of him. Before she had the chance to get out of bed, he was hovering above her, resting on his elbows.
"Sam," she said sharply even though her arms were making their way around his neck.
"McNally," he said just as sharply and she laughed.
"Get off of me," she told him weakly and he nodded, moving his lips to cover hers. Her hands tangled in his hair at the base of his neck and she had to remind herself not to wrap her legs around his body.
The space between the rest of their bodies was excruciating for Sam, but so was the pain in his stomach. He kissed her slowly, but eventually had to push himself away. She immediately let her hands fall from around him and he rested on his back. "This is going to get old fast," he sighed and she nodded.
"Take it easy, okay?" She asked and he nodded. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. I won't be long," she promised, pushing herself out of bed.
Sam sighed again, rubbing his hand up and down his face furiously. He slowly pushed himself to stand and made his way over to his dresser. He pulled out a long sleeved t-shirt and pulled it on, wincing the whole time. He finished his coffee in a couple of gulps and went to the kitchen to refill.
After he poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table to eat it, Andy rested against the counter in her towel. He looked up at her and his eyes widened as he swallowed hard at the sight and she blushed.
"It seems I, uh, forgot to pack my own bag," she told him and he laughed. "It's not funny. Now I have to wear the same clothes I wore yesterday."
"Check my bottom drawer," he told her before taking a bite of his cereal. When he looked up again, Andy was looking at him with her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed- confused. "Just do it, McNally," he laughed and she pushed herself away from the counter, watching him as she made her way back to his room.
Andy used her foot to open the bottom drawer of his tall dresser and nearly gasped at what she found. In a second, she was on her knees, rifling through a pile of her clothes. She found jeans she thought Gail had borrowed and shirts she swore got eaten by her dryer. She found clean underwear and bras. A good portion of her wardrobe that she had forgotten about or deemed missing were sitting in the bottom drawer of Sam's dresser. She smiled to herself, running her tongue along her bottom teeth, and pulled out an outfit.
By the time Sam was finished with his cereal, Andy was leaning against the entryway between the kitchen and the hallway watching him. "Can I help you?" He asked, feigning innocence.
"We never really did the exchanging of each other's things, I guess," she said and he shook his head. "Why did you leave them in there? Weren't you worried your girlfriend might find them?"
At that, Sam laughed and stood up. She raised an eyebrow as he put his dishes in the sink and made his way to stand in front of her. "Marlo wasn't really the type of person to go through my drawers," he told her and she nodded. "And she never stayed here much anyway."
"Well, then," she said, standing up straight and reaching for his hand. "How did they all end up here without me leaving naked?"
He laughed again, pulling her closer. "You were pretty good at bringing clean clothes and leaving the dirty ones," he explained and she nodded.
"That does sound like me," she shrugged. "Why didn't I ever know about that little stockpile?"
"I don't know. You were never around when I did laundry," he shrugged. "And I never thought of it. But good thing I kept it."
"Yeah," she laughed, standing tall to kiss him. "Thank you."
"No problem," he smiled and she gasped, letting his hand fall. "What?" He asked, stepping closer.
"I forgot to give you your gift!" She said, shaking her head.
"What gift?" He asked, following her to the bedroom. "What are you talking about?"
He watched as she rifled through her work bag, pulling out a wrapped gift. "It's from your rookies," she announced with a smile, handing it over.
He looked at it and then at her with his eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Just open it, Sam," she sighed, shaking her head. He did what he was told, unwrapping it to find the new Grand Theft Auto game. "It was Traci's idea to get you a gift. It was Dov's idea to get you a videogame. I know you don't play them that often, but I figured since you have three more weeks of leave that you'd need something to do."
"No, this is awesome," he insisted, turning the package over.
"Chris and Nick picked it out," she said and he looked at her again, biting his lip at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. "Gail and I just handed over our money."
"Well, thank you," he smiled, pulling her closer by the end of her sleeve. She smiled and kissed him. "Tell everyone else I said thanks."
"I will," she nodded before kissing him again. Just then there was a knock on the door and she glanced back at the clock next to his bed. "That's Oliver," she said, taking the wrapping paper from him. "I'll be right out."
"Okay," he nodded, kissing her quickly before going to let Oliver in.
Andy walked out behind him but headed in the opposite direction, toward the kitchen. She tossed the torn wrapping paper into the trash and listened as Oliver and Sam discussed the videogame. She smiled and poured herself a another coffee, this time in a travel mug. She went back to his room, going to her work bag again to toss her dirty clothes in his hamper. She dropped a sweatshirt into it and closed it, looking around the room before deciding she was ready to go.
She entered the living room, pulling on her jacket, to find Sam and Oliver already playing. She watched them for a second until Sam turned and smiled at her. She smiled back, moving to stand behind him. He paused the game causing Oliver to curse.
"What the hell?" He asked, looking over to notice Andy for the first time. "Oh, hey McNally."
"Hi," she laughed, running her hand over Sam's head. He sat up, straighter, and rested his head on the back of the couch so he was looking up at her. Oliver took the hint and turned back toward the television. "Be careful today, okay?" She said quietly and he nodded.
"You, too," he advised and she smiled before leaning over to kiss him. "Have a good shift."
"Thanks," she said, standing up again. "Have a good game," she said, turning toward the door. On her way out, she squeezed Oliver's shoulder and he smiled back at her.
Before she even closed the front door, she heard them unpause the game and she smiled. Her friends would be pleased to know that he liked the gift they got for him.