Hey guys!
So… this chapter has some M rated material, but if that's not your thing, you can still read this. I bookended the M rated scene with bold letters, so you know which part to skip. And don't worry, you won't miss anything material to the story if you decide not to read that part.
Anyway, hope you like this!
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The next night Sam and Andy are eating dinner at Ryan and Lena's. Gordon was unsurprisingly extremely hungover, so he and Trish decided to stay home, but the other couples still made it.
Everyone has just finished clearing the dishes from the table when Ryan suggests that they get into the hot tub.
"We don't have bathing suits," Andy points out.
"You and Claire can borrow some from Lena and I have extras for the guys… It's decided. Hot tub," he says, not leaving much room for argument. Andy glances at Sam who just shrugs.
Lena laughs. "C'mon girls, I've got some extra bikinis," she says, leading them into her bedroom. "Sorry, Ryan has been dying to use the hot tub all weekend," she says after closing the bedroom door. She starts to dig through her drawers before pulling out two bikinis and handing one to Andy and one to Claire.
"Candace, you can change in here and Claire, you can change in the bathroom," Lena instructs. Claire and Lena leave the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Andy undresses and puts on the bikini she was just handed. She looks at herself in the mirror and her eyes widen. She feels extremely naked. She's wearing a skimpy dark purple bikini. The bottoms are teeny and held together with strings, while the top barely covers her breasts and is tied together into a halter top. After taking a few minutes to calm herself, she leaves the bedroom to go join her friends.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam sees Andy walking in the room. His eyes darken and he swallows hard when he sees her. This is definitely the most of her he's ever seen and while he is really enjoying it, he doesn't love the fact that once again, everyone else is seeing that much of her, too.
When she sees him looking at her, she gives him an awkward smile, obviously uncomfortable with the lack of clothes she's got on.
"She looks hot, doesn't she?" Lena asks Sam when she notices him looking.
"She always does," he says, so casually, never taking his eyes off of her. Andy smiles and walks towards him. He puts his arm around her and kisses the side of her head. Moments later, his hand finds the small of her back and he leads her outside, where the steam from the hot tub has covered the entire yard.
Ryan and Lena go in first and then Jacob and Claire get in. Sam offers Andy his hand as she steps in the hot tub next. He watches her as she sits back in the steaming water with her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the feel of the hot water surrounding her. Sam gets in last and steals the spot closest to Andy. He wraps his arm around her with his hand landing on her side. He absent mindedly begins to play with the strings on her bikini, with his thumb grazing her skin every so often.
Andy is barely listening to the conversation. She can't focus on anything except the feel of Sam's fingers brushing her skin as he plays with the strings of her bikini. Doesn't he know how distracting he is?
Eventually, she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine and places her hand on his leg. She slowly starts to inch her way just barely under the hem of his bathing suit leg, so her fingers are grazing his bare skin. She feels his leg stiffen and smiles, knowing that she is distracting him just as much as he is distracting her. She nods her head, acting like she is engaged in whatever story Lena is telling at the moment, and continues to very slowly inch her way just a little bit further up the leg of Sam's bathing suit. Her fingers are running in circles as she moves her hand down to his inner thigh, just barely two inches up from the hem of his bathing suit. As she starts to move further up his thigh, he grabs her wrist, removing her hand from his pant leg.
"You're making it really hard to concentrate," he whispers to her, still clutching her wrist.
"You started it!" She quips, still whispering. A smile plays on his lips as he takes his hand off of her and instead wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. She instantly misses the feel of his hands on her hips.
She rests her head on Sam's shoulder and he instinctively pulls her even closer. She lets out a big yawn, hoping it would remind everyone how late it is and that the boys have work in the morning.
"Tired, Candace?" Lena asks.
Andy nods. "Yeah, didn't get much sleep last night," she says.
"J.D. you're wearing the poor girl out," Jacob jokes. Sam looks down at Andy, who bats her eyelashes at him and gives him a small smile.
"Yeah, maybe I should take her home," Sam says, not taking his eyes off of her. Andy's smile grows.
"Yeah, we should probably get going too. We all have the early shift tomorrow," Jacob says, looking at his watch.
"I hate the Sunday shift," Ryan grunts.
"I don't know, I have a hard time saying no to time and a half," Jacob replies.
"True," Ryan agrees.
Everyone gets out of the hot tub, goes back inside and changes into their clothes. They all say their goodbyes and within ten minutes, Sam and Andy are headed back home. Neither of them say much of anything the entire way there.
"Home sweet home," Andy says as they enter their apartment. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. I smell like chlorine," she tells him, heading towards the bathroom.
"Don't use all the hot water," he calls after her. She dismisses him with a wave of her hand, but he hears the water turn off eight minutes later. She walks out of the steamy bathroom in nothing but a towel. Her hair is wet, but she obviously took a minute to put a comb through it. It's not the first time he's seen her like this, but he still isn't used to it. He's not sure he ever will be.
"Your turn," she tells him with a smile.
"Thanks," he says as he walks past her into the bathroom and closes the door. Andy dries off and opens her dresser drawer. She picks out a black thong and decides there is no reason to put on a bra. She slips on her underwear and searches for something to sleep in, but she comes up empty. She makes a mental note to do laundry tomorrow and then grabs one of Sam's t-shirts from his drawer. She pulls it over her head just as she hears the water turn off. A couple minutes later, Sam appears, wearing only some flannel pajamas pants. When he sees her, he immediately looks at her bare legs and then notices the shirt she's wearing.
"Are you wearing my shirt?" He asks with a grin.
"Yep," she tells him, as if he shouldn't be surprised.
"Okay…"
"What? You're gonna marry me, but you can't share your shirt?" She teases.
He playfully holds his hands up defensively.
"It looks better on me, anyway," she quips, before he has a chance to say anything.
"Yeah, it definitely does," he agrees, making her blush a little.
She walks over to the couch and he follows. He sits down while she grabs the remote off the television stand. She turns on the hockey game and collapses on the couch right beside him. She is sitting diagonally so when she rests her feet on the coffee table, her legs are half on Sam's lap. This surprises him, but without much thought, he starts to run his hand up and down her smooth skin. God, she is making this really difficult.
Her skin is tingling under his touch, but she doesn't want it to stop. The cocktails she drank earlier in the night are giving her courage and she starts to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. This is how they act in public, when they are around people who think they are J.D. and Candace, but it's not how they are supposed to act in private, when they are simply Sam and Andy. But the lines between JD and Candace and Sam and Andy have been getting blurrier by the day and she's more confused than ever. There are moments when she thinks he is just putting on a show, but then there are these moments when she is so sure that this is real. When he sits closer to her than he has to. When he lingers on her lips. When he flirts with her even though there is no one else around. When she wakes up in the morning and his arm is around her waist. When he holds her hand even though she's sure nobody else even notices. When she catches him looking at her, even when they are at home alone. These moments are becoming more frequent, but a part of her is still unsure. Does she want it so badly that she is imagining all of this?
Or maybe it's simply the fact that they are alone in this apartment together, away from everyone they know, sharing a bed and pretending to be together. Maybe it's simply convenience. Maybe it's just become habit.
But it has to be more than that. The way he looks at her, the way he touches her, the way he always goes with her when she is running errands, the way he helps her cook dinner, the way he smiles at her, it has to be more.
"McNally…" he says, jolting her from her thoughts. Sam shifts on the couch, so he is facing her.
"Hm?" She says, but he doesn't respond. He is staring down at her naked thigh where his thumb is running circles on her skin. When he finally meets her gaze, he instantly starts to pull her closer and she follows his lead, letting him pull her onto his lap. Suddenly, she is facing him, straddling him, actually. Sam's hands are on her waist and he is tugging her even closer to him.
Is this happening? She isn't sure. Maybe this is all some sort of dream.
But no, her arms are around his neck and they are both just starting at each other. Sam is slowly shaking his head as if he's trying to convince himself and probably her, too, that this is a horrible idea. The problem is, that neither one of them wants to be convinced. She takes a deep breath and starts to lean closer. Without hesitation, he meets her in the middle and his lips hover over hers for a moment before he finally just goes for it. Their lips crash together and it's slow, but ridiculously passionate. His fingers are tangled in her hair and she is cupping his face while their tongues fight for control. His hand slowly sneaks up the back of her shirt and she lets out a quiet moan as his fingers graze her bare skin.
A few minutes later, he lifts her top over her head, forcing them to part for a moment. He tosses her shirt somewhere in the distance and then pulls her in closer, so their bare skin is touching and her breasts are pressed up against him. He wraps his arms around her to hold her there, simply enjoying the feel of her nipples rubbing against his chest and never wanting to forget the feeling.
It's when he starts to kiss, suck and nip at her neck and she lets out this unbelievable moan, that he decides they need to move this to the bedroom. He picks her and carries her over to their bed, allowing her to wrap her legs around him. He gently puts her down and climbs on top of her. She pulls him down and their lips meet again. He kisses her a few times before he returns his attention to her neck, her collarbone and her ears. While he's nibbling on her earlobe, he cups her breasts, loving the way they feel in his hands.
She can feel him now, too. She sneaks her hand into his pajama bottoms and grabs him, eliciting a low groan from Sam's throat. He is still nibbling on her ear and sucking on her neck, causing Andy to make her own appreciative noises. She pushes his pajama bottoms down his legs and he wriggles out of them. Sam starts to place kisses down her body, stopping only to run his tongue around her nipples for a moment. When he gets to her underwear, he pulls it down her legs, placing kisses in its wake. When he makes his way back up, he slips his tongue in between her legs, causing her to arc her back and throw her head back against the pillow.
"Sam…" she moans and he's absolutely sure that it's the best thing he's ever heard.
He continues for a few minutes, completely enjoying the reaction he's getting out of her. And yeah, she could definitely let him take her over the edge this way, but that's not what she wants.
"Sam," she says again, almost breathless, as she tugs on his shoulders and pulls him back up to her. He knows what she wants and he wants it to. He presses his lips against hers as she gently squeezes him and rolls her hand up and down him for a moment before guiding him towards her. When he thrusts inside her, she lets out a quiet gasp. She's biting her lip and he's pushing the hair out of her eyes so he can see every part of her. When he pulls out, his eyes are locked on hers, wanting to see her reaction when he pushes inside of her again. And when he does, he's not disappointed. Moments later, when he quickens the pace, she moans even louder and he's already decided that it's his favorite sound in the entire world.
She is digging her nails into his back and he is sucking on her neck, leaving small marks where his lips have been. He slows down and then speeds up again, which he can see is driving her a little bit crazy.
"God… Sam…" She says as he pulls her thigh up towards him, making her tighten.
"McNally…" he groans, in a state of disbelief that this is actually happening. That he's kissing her and touching her. That she's making those noises for him.
His lips are on hers again and he is slipping his tongue into her mouth, wanting to explore all of it. His hands are running all over her body, wanting to memorize every single inch.
As his hands continues their exploration, she lifts her hips slightly, allowing him even more access. He pushes deeper inside her, eliciting a moan from her throat.
"Don't stop," she begs, and he's even more turned on. He pulls back to look her in the eyes. He just wants to see her. He wants to see the effect he is having on her, and he wants her to see the effect she has on him.
They stare at each other for a moment before she throws her head back, biting her lip.
"Sam…" she moans his name as she is teetering on the edge.
He groans as he quickens the pace and moments later, waves of pure euphoria are washing over them.
He stays inside her as they stare at each other for a minute or so, still trying to catch their breath. He nudges her with his nose before leaning in and giving her a quick kiss. He pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and runs his hand down her cheek.
"That was… wow…" Andy finally says, unable to come up with right words. She has had great sex before, but she has never had sex quite like that.
He lets out a laugh. "Yeah… that was definitely… something," he agrees before giving her another kiss. Eventually, he pulls out of her and lies right beside her.
She rests her head on his chest and wraps her arms around him, while he pulls her in as close as possible. They drift to sleep moments later.
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They wake up the next morning still tangled in the bed sheets and each other. Andy is still half on top of him, with her head resting on his chest. He is holding her closer than anyone ever has.
He wakes up to the feeling of her beginning to stir in his arms.
"Morning," he says softly, barely opening his eyes. She lifts her head to look at him, giving him a sheepish smile. "Morning," she replies. "Sorry I woke you."
"If this is what I get to wake up to…" he says, gesturing towards the beautiful, naked, Andy McNally lying beside him. "Then, you have my permission to wake me up whenever you want," he finishes and he swears that he sees her blush.
He leans in and gives her a quick kiss before she settles back in his arms. They lie there silently for a few minutes before Andy finally speaks up.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?" He asks, peering down at her.
"Last night… what was that?" She wonders.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Was it just sex or was it something more?" She clarifies as she averts his eyes.
"Andy…"
"It's okay if it was just sex… I mean, it was really great sex and I get it, it is pretty convenient… and I mean, I wouldn't mind doing it again, but I'd just like to know what it is… I don't really want another 'it was what it was' moment, you know?" She tells him. "I'd just like to know what we're doing," she clarifies, well aware that she is rambling.
He shifts in the bed so he is facing her straight on. He cups her face with his right hand, to get her attention.
"Andy, the only reason I said that was because I thought you didn't want this," he says, gesturing between the two of them. "I came into work that day thinking that maybe there was a chance for something to happen between us and then Callahan chased me down and told me that he was taking you to his fishing cabin and it was all your idea and oh, by the way, you weren't going to be doing any fishing… I figured you made your choice," he explains.
She takes a deep breath. "Sam, if you had just talked to me, I would've told you that I suggested going to the cabin a week before the blackout… I was going to tell him I didn't want to go," she informs him.
He shakes his head, mentally cursing himself for jumping to conclusions, for not letting her explain, for not fighting for her. "Andy, this is way more than just sex for me," he promises.
"Okay. Good… Me too," she says with a smile. He flashes his dimples and leans in for an affectionate kiss.
"What time is it?" He asks, when they pull away.
"7:15," she replies after glancing at the clock.
"Ugh. I gotta be at work soon," he grumbles. "Why did I agree to take the Sunday shift?" He asks, running his hand over his face. "Okay. I'm gonna go hop in the shower," he says before pressing his lips on hers and getting out of bed. She watches him walk to the bathroom and as soon as the water turns on, she throws her head back on the pillow.
She lies there, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before she tosses the sheets to the side and gets out of bed. She goes straight for the bathroom door.
When Sam hears the door open and close, he pushes the shower curtain aside to see Andy standing there, still naked.
"Want some company?" She asks, suddenly feeling nervous and second guessing her decision to open the bathroom door.
"Yes," he says simply, before pushing the shower curtain aside and allowing her to step in. The second she does, his hands are on her and he's pulling her close to him. Her arms sneak around his neck and he's placing kisses from her collarbone to her shoulder. His fingers are tangled in her hair as he presses his lips against hers and slips his tongue in her mouth. His hands are exploring her now, re-familiarizing himself with everything he was introduced to last night. And it's only a few minutes later that she's wrapping her legs around him and he's pushing her against the wall.
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He just can't get enough of her. She is constantly invading his thoughts in the most inappropriate of ways.
Sam already spends a lot of time thinking about Andy, but after the last twelve hours, he hasn't been able to focus on anything else. One night with her and he's addicted. He's spent the better part of today daydreaming about her and it's seriously affecting his work.
When he finally gets home that night, he throws his jacket on the couch and makes his way to the kitchen, where she is making dinner.
"Hey," she calls out to him. "How do you feel about pasta for dinner tonight?" She asks. She is facing away from him, standing over the sink as she fills a pot with water.
Without saying a word, he grabs her at the waist, spins her around and immediately kisses her. It is passionate, desperate, and perfect. He pulls her as close to him as he possibly can. She is surprised but she happily falls into his embrace as she wraps her arms around his neck. He cups her face as his tongue explores every inch of her mouth.
After a few minutes, Sam pulls away, breathless. He leans his forehead against hers, still cupping her face, as they both try to catch their breath.
"I've been thinking about doing that all day," he tells her with his eyes closed and one hand gently running up and down her back. His admission is unexpected, but she doesn't hate to hear it.
"I'm such a distraction," she says with a proud smirk, as her hands fall to his waist.
"You really are," he teases, as he plays with a lock of her hair.
"Did you notice that I'm making dinner?" She asks with a smile.
"Did I hear something about pasta?" He retorts.
"I may have mentioned pasta."
"Hmm… no wonder I'm marrying you," he teases, flashing his dimples. These past couple months, it's become an inside joke of sorts. "Need any help?" He asks.
"No, you just sit down and relax," she says with a smile as she ushers him out of the kitchen. He turns and gives her one last kiss before sitting down at the kitchen table and enjoying the sight of Andy cooking him dinner.
"So were you okay without the car today?" He asks.
"Yeah, I was fine," she assures him.
"You sure? I felt bad that you were gonna be stuck inside all day," he replies.
"Sam, I told you to take it… I mean, it was kind of my fault you were late," she smirks.
"True," he concurs with a laugh.
"So… anything exciting happen today?" She asks as she throws the dinner rolls into the oven.
"Well… this morning I had the best shower of my life," he tells her with a smirk.
She lets out a small laugh. "Anything else?" She asks
"That's not exciting enough for you?" He asks.
"No, that was pretty exciting," she agrees.
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Okay, well I hope you enjoyed this nice long chapter! I'd love to know what you think!
And just a warning, I'm starting to run out of ideas for this story, so any inspiration people can provide would be GREATLY appreciated. Otherwise, I'm going to have to end it soon- and I kind of like it, so I'd rather not do that.
Oh and check out my new story- Rewritten (previously titled Hush Hush).
Please review!
