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It's been three days and they still haven't talked about that night. Part of her is almost convinced that she dreamt the entire thing considering how normal it's been between them. Even that very next morning was completely normal… or as normal as it could be. He made her coffee and toast while she showered. She ate and watched the news while he showered. He dropped her off at Tracey's house and told her he'd see her at work the next morning and to call if she needed anything.
The way things have been between them… It's as if nothing at all has changed. It's as if he didn't give her three unbelievable orgasms over the span of two hours. It's as if she didn't spend the night in his bed. It's as if she didn't wake up the next morning with his arms wrapped around her.
She's been staring at him a lot recently. Whenever he's not looking, she's trying to figure him out. She's trying to convince herself that she's not crazy and that night actually did happen. She wants to bring it up. She wants to talk about it, but she's not sure she's actually ready for that conversation yet.
She doesn't regret it- not one bit- but she's not sure she's ready to discuss it either. Things with Luke just ended and… whatever this is with Sam… she knows she probably shouldn't be doing it… at least not now.
Although, if she's honest, she's kind of been trying to work up the nerve to ask him if they can do it again… and again. Why can't she enjoy having sex with Sam until she's ready for something more? Is that really so bad? But the fact that he hasn't brought it up either… it's making her wonder if he feels differently.
So, when Best announces that the two of them will be spending the next few shifts on a surveillance detail together, she knows she's in trouble. How is she supposed to sit in a tiny apartment all day with Sam? There's no way they'll be able to avoid talking about it now. And she's pretty sure she won't be able to keep her hands to herself. Not that she really wants to.
It's as if her mind forced her to forget how stupidly good Sam is at sex. And now that she's been reminded, she really doesn't want to go back to forgetting. She doubts she could even if she wanted to.
Sure, if she tried hard enough, she could get there with Luke, especially after she was able to convince him to be a little more adventurous. There was even that one morning when they were looking at a house and she convinced him to take her right there on the kitchen counter.
She actually got the idea from Sam. He had fucked her on his kitchen counter more than once and it was… incredibly hot. So, yeah, she thought that maybe doing that with Luke would spice things up a bit. And yeah, she was kind of hoping it would help her forget about Sam.
It had actually taken way more convincing than she'd like to admit. She was almost embarrassed by his resistance and her persistence, but she finally got him to agree. And it had been good, but it definitely wasn't the same. Instead of helping her forget about Sam, it was just another reminder of how much Luke couldn't compare.
Anyway, now she and Sam have spent the past day and a half being stuck in this tiny crappy apartment watching surveillance footage and listening to audio of two drug dealers and it's been absolute torture. The boredom alone is enough to make her crazy, but then you add Sam into the mix and the fact that he isn't touching her… well, it's seriously making her wonder if she needs some kind of therapy. To make matters worse, it's a million degrees and there is no air conditioning in this stuffy apartment. At least it's better than it was yesterday. She brought two fans with her this morning and she made sure she was wearing practically nothing. She's sporting her cutest pair of short shorts, a tight camisole and a pair of flip flops. Yeah, so maybe she picked out this outfit with Sam in mind, just hoping that he'll see her in it and decide to fuck her senseless right then and there.
No such luck, though. She's not even sure he noticed her little outfit. When she showed up at the apartment this morning, he only glanced at her for a second before grunting a quick hello. If she's being honest, it was insanely disappointing.
As much as she really doesn't want to talk, she is a bit desperate to have his hands all over her again. Ever since he dropped her off at Tracey's that morning, she's been having trouble focusing on anything else. Sure, she still thinks about how pissed she is at Luke and how terrified she was in that storage locker, but out of the three things that have been on her mind lately, she'd much rather be thinking about Sam… so, she usually does.
And considering how unbelievably boring this surveillance job has been, she's not sure how she's supposed to get her mind off of him. Seriously, there hasn't been more than one mention of anything even hallway illegal and she's wondering if this is just one big joke someone is trying to play on her.
"I'm beginning to think Best is punishing us for something," she quips as she collapses on the couch.
Sam swivels in his desk chair and looks at her. "Did you do something you need to be punished for, McNally?" He asks. And she's not sure why, but the question makes her nervous.
"Don't think so," she informs him.
"Hm," he says, still holding her gaze. She realizes that this is the first time he's actually looked at her today and it's the first sort of conversation they've had in the three hours they've been here. She's not sure why, but he seems like he's in a mood today and she really hates it. She wishes he would tease her or tell her a funny story about something Oliver did- anything really. She'd even accept a hambulance joke right about now. She just can't stand the way he hasn't been talking to her.
Her mind starts to race with all of the ways she could make him feel better… and make herself feel better, too. Seriously, it's like now that she's gotten a taste of him again, she is already addicted.
Suddenly, her thoughts are interrupted by the noise coming from the speakers.
"Let's get out of here, I'm starving," they hear one of the suspects say. Sam turns around and Andy gets off the couch and sits beside him as they both watch the screen.
"Yeah, let's go," they hear his buddy agree.
Sam picks up the radio. "They're on the move. Looks like they're getting lunch," he tells Williams and Peck, who are in the unmarked car down the street.
"Copy," Peck says over the radio.
Her heartrate starts to quicken at the realization that they no longer have any distractions. They will have absolutely nothing to do until the suspects return. Her mind starts racing again- she's thinking of all of the things she'd like to do with their free time. All of the things she'd like Sam to do to her. Right the fuck now.
She glances over at him and notices that he's peering down at his cell phone. She briefly wonders if he's actually reading something or if he's just trying to distract himself. It's then that her eyes begin to wander. First, they rake over his chest and the way his muscles look in his t-shirt. As good as this man looks in his uniform, he looks even better in his t-shirts and jeans.
Then, she notices the way his fingers start to tap on the desk and she can't stop herself from recalling the way his hands feel when they're running all over her. Her mind really starts to run wild after that. His lips making their way down her throat. His tongue running circles around her nipples. His hands grabbing her ass…
It's the sound of his throat clearing that finally awakens her from her thoughts.
"Hm?" She asks.
"I asked if you were hungry," he repeats. "There is a pretty good sandwich shop down the street. I can go grab something," he offers with a shrug.
"Uh, sure," she agrees. He nods and stands up, going to search for his wallet, which he thinks he left in the kitchen. He doesn't notice her following him until he grabs his wallet and turns around, effectively bumping right into her.
He looks down at her, trying to figure out what she's doing, but before he can even get a word out, she is grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to her. He doesn't have even a moment to think before her lips are on his and she's kissing him. Hard. She coaxes his mouth open and immediately begins caressing his tongue with hers.
Her hand has snuck under his t-shirt and her fingers are grazing his abs by the time his brain finally registers what's happening. She's standing on her toes and begins kissing her way down his throat as she starts to push him against the wall.
"Andy…" he begins, having no idea how he's going to finish this sentence when she's sucking on his neck like this.
"Shhh… It's fine, they'll be gone for a while. We'll hear them when they come back," she rationalizes.
That's when he remembers that they are at work. The second she kissed him, thoughts of drug dealers and surveillance had completely escaped his mind. The return of those thoughts almost force him to pull away, but she starts unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and sticking her hand down his boxers.
Yeah, he's not sure he could stop now even if he wanted to.
The thing is, he really doesn't want to. This morning, when she showed up in that tiny outfit, he knew it was going to be a long day. He was almost sure that she was actually trying to torture him. Those shorts are exposing a serious amount of leg and cupping her ass in the most perfect way and that tight tank top is giving her just enough cleavage to make it hard to look away.
So, yeah. He really doesn't want to stop.
And now- the way she's stroking him. Yeah, he's not stopping.
With the decision made, he decides it's time for him to really join in. He grabs her ass and pulls her closer to him as he bites and sucks on her earlobe. She's scrambling to remove his clothes, so he decides to lift her tank top over her head and toss it aside. After taking a moment to admire her in the lacey black bra she's wearing, he works on unbuttoning those damn shorts.
"These shorts have been driving me crazy all morning," he admits, while placing kisses up her throat.
She pulls away and meet his eyes, offering him a genuine smile. "I was hoping they would," she informs him, seductively.
"So, you were trying to torture me." Her words definitely take him off guard, but the fact that she's basically admitting to wearing them just for him, it's… well, it's really turning him on.
"Maybe a little," she grins, before pulling him in for several kisses. He finally gets her shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, causing them to fall to the floor. She quickly steps out of them, just as he did when she pushed his jeans down his legs. She makes quick work of his t-shirt and runs her hands up and down his chest, as they stand in the kitchen wearing nothing but their underwear.
His fingers start to travel down her body until they reach the top of her underwear. He can feel her take a sharp breath as his hand sneaks inside. He runs one finger along her center, going especially slow.
He lets out a serious groan, when he feels how unbelievably wet she is.
"That's what happens when I think about you… us… and I've been thinking about this all morning," she confesses. She's not one to typically say things like this, especially to someone she's not even dating, but for some reason, she just wants him to know.
"Jesus Andy," he groans, because those are the only words he can get to come out of his mouth right now. The thought of her getting that wet just thinking about him… God, he fairly certain that he's never been as hard as he is at this moment.
He pushes her panties down her legs and she quickly steps out of them before he picks her up and walks her over to the kitchen table. He places her at the head of the table and starts kissing her again. His hands move up her body and immediately unhooks her bra, before pushing the straps off her shoulders. He instantly cups her breasts and sucks on her neck until she starts to moan… a lot.
She is getting increasingly impatient, so she pushes his boxers down his legs and grabs his cock again. She strokes him a few times before letting him go and pushing at his chest so he takes a step back. He shoots her a confused look, but she just grins at him before jumping off the table and turning around. After placing her hands on the table and bending slightly at the hip, she smirks at him over her shoulder and sticks her ass in the air, letting him know exactly how she wants him to take her. He shakes his head and bites his bottom lip. This woman.
He grabs her hips and bends his knees just enough so they are lined up before he completely fills her in one swift move. She lets out a breathy gasp and starts to circle her hips a little bit.
She's wanted him like this ever since the dream she had two nights ago, where he fucked her just like this… on Jo's desk of all things. Yeah, she knows how sick that is, but she'll worry about that later.
They both start moving against each other and she's gasping with each and every thrust. It's after a couple minutes that he gets one hand on her breast, while the other one travels south. She wraps one of her hands around the back of his neck and pulls herself towards him, so she can straighten up just a bit. This new angle makes her even tighter and it allows Sam to reach exactly where she wants him to touch her.
"Oh… Oh God," she gasps at his touch. He's applying the exact right amount of pressure on her clit and timing it perfectly with each and every thrust. She knows she's getting loud, but she can't stop the noises coming out of her mouth. Her entire body is tingling at the sensations he's creating with his finger and his cock. "Sam… God… Sam, don't stop," she pleads.
"Not stopping McNally," he grins. He starts nibbling on her neck as he quickens the pace and to his surprise, she gets even louder. He should probably worry about the neighbors calling in a noise complaint and the cops showing up at the door, but he can't make himself think about anything except her right now.
Her legs are beginning to feel like jelly and she's starting to think she might just fall over. She uses her hands to brace herself against the table and starts to bend over a little more this time. This new position has got him impossibly deep and it's making her dizzy with pleasure.
"Fuck, Sam," she whimpers. "That feels so good," she tells him.
"Andy…" he groans. God, he loves when she says stuff like that.
He starts rubbing circles on her clit, while picking up the pace once again. She's panting and moaning and gasping as she circles her hips, letting him reach every inch of her.
He adds more pressure to her clit when he feels her starting to flutter around him and that's exactly what takes them both over the edge just moments later.
"Wow," she pants, still trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah," he concedes with a nod, as he pulls out of her.
"Pretty good way to spend our lunch break," she says as she turns around to face him, shooting him a big grin.
"Way better than sandwiches," he agrees with a smile.
That's when she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Her tongue caresses his for a few minutes, before she eventually pulls away. The act surprises him because it's not something they used to do after sex, but he doesn't have time to think about that now.
"I am kind of hungry, though," she tells him with a sly smile.
He lets out a laugh. "Okay, I'll go get us some lunch," he says as he starts to collect his clothes, which are scattered all over the apartment.
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He's so lost in thought that he almost walks right past the sandwich shop. On his way back to the apartment, he's just as lost.
What the fuck just happened back there?
He had just assumed that night was a one-time thing. She was feeling insecure and hurt and scared and she just wanted to forget. She wanted to feel better- wanted to feel like somebody wanted her. And he was willing to help her with that.
He told himself that he was going to give her time to get over Luke and then when she was finally ready, he would maybe take her out to dinner. He would make sure she knew exactly what he wanted and he'd hope to God that she wanted the same things. Yeah, someday he was planning to make his move. And until then, he would just be there for her, as a friend.
But then she shows up in those shorts and that top. Then she jumps him in the middle of the kitchen.
Seriously, what was he supposed to do?
And would it really be terrible if they do this again? At least until she's ready for something more?
If that's what she wants, how is he supposed to say no? God knows he hasn't exactly figured out how to say no to that woman.
But then again, maybe he's worrying about this for nothing. Who knows what she's thinking. He certainly doesn't.
It's when he starts walking up the stairs to the apartment that he decides that they'll have to talk about this. He just… They need to be on the same page. He needs to know exactly what this is, so he can act accordingly. He really does want something with her someday, and he doesn't want whatever the hell this is to mess that up.
He opens the door and finds her sitting on the couch, back in those shorts and that tank top. She looks up from her magazine as he walks in the door.
"They back yet?" He asks as he sets the food down on the coffee table in front of her.
"Nope. Gail says they are running errands," she says with a roll of her eyes.
"Exciting," he dead pans.
"I know… Seriously, are we sure that Jerry's CI isn't just messing with us? He said the deal was happening this week and they haven't mentioned anything about it," she whines as he sits beside her and passes her sandwich to her.
"I don't know. We'll see. It's only been two days," he shrugs.
"Yeah," she agrees before taking a bite out of her sandwich.
"Andy?" He says, as he turns to look at her.
"Hm?"
"What was that… before?" He asks, nodding his head towards the kitchen table.
"Sex," she says with a shrug. He rolls his eyes. Of course she can't make anything easy.
"Andy…" he warns.
"Yeah?"
He rolls his eyes again. "Uh. Okay. Look, I guess I just want to know if… if we're doing this again or if that was just a spur of the moment, probably won't happen again type of thing," he explains. "I mean… I'm fine either way, I just kind of thinking that we should probably be on the same page."
"Really? You're fine either way? Wow, thanks," she frowns.
"Andy… I just… I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you to do something you don't want to do," he clarifies.
"Did it really look like I didn't want to do that?" She asks, with more attitude than she intended.
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Andy, I'm just trying to take your lead here."
Now it's her turn to sigh. She was really hoping they could hold off on having this conversation, at least until she wasn't so confused.
But the truth is, she's not really that confused. She feels like maybe she should be more confused, but yeah, she's not. She's definitely done depriving herself of sex with Sam.
"Well, I'm definitely not okay with that being a spur of the moment, probably won't happen again type of thing," she tells him, mimicking his earlier words.
"Okay," he says with a nod, trying to digest her words. "So… what does that mean?" He asks her.
"That we should keep doing this," she tells him. "If you want," she adds.
Now he's really rolling his eyes. Does she seriously think he doesn't want to?
"You want to come over tonight?" He asks her, hoping that will clear up any doubts she has.
"Yes," she says with a smile.
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There is chapter eight. Please review! They are my motivation.
FYI, there will probably be at least two more chapters set during the few weeks in between episode seven and episode eight. Possibly three, but we'll see.
