A/N: Tied up the ending here pretty quickly and the rest is just filler. Smut filler. _
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Sam lay on his back on her bed with a baby blue sheet tossed over his midriff just about covering his modesty. His fingers were interlocked behind his head and he stared up at the ceiling listening to her showering in the bathroom. After he had fallen over her, spent, all energy expelled from his body, into hers he rolled over onto his back and tried to regain his breath.
She lay equally motionless next to him and for a few moments he thought she had fallen asleep but when he chanced looking over at her, he found her watching him with a smile.
"I knew it would be great." Was all she said before she rolled off the bed and walked slowly across the room to the bathroom. She had glanced over her shoulder at him when she reached the door and from his vantage point on her bed he could see she left the bathroom door open. A clear invitation. But he wasn't sure if it was one he should accept. Now that she was in a different room, she wasn't fogging up his thoughts, he was able to think more clearly, more rationally and every sinew in his being was telling him to leave her alone, get away from her intoxication because if he was lying naked on her bed when she regained her memories he wasn't sure it would be a warm welcoming caress he would get. More like that right hook she had landed earlier. His hand came to scratch his chin where she had connected and he smiled at the memory.
"Thinking of you's working up my appetite…" she sang from the bathroom and he smiled as he recognised the tune. "Looking forward to a little afternoon delight."
Even from the other room she had this effect on him. This uncanny ability to run all logical thought from his brain and make him do things he hadn't thought of doing, of trying, not since he was a younger man.
"Rubbin sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite, and the thought of rubbin you is getting too exciting…"
Sam puffed out a deep breath of air as he tossed the sheet aside and went into the bathroom. The room was steamy enough to cloud his sight but with three easy steps he was standing at her bathtub. He took another breath then pulled the curtain aside to see her swaying from side to side, bubbles and shampoo trailing over her shoulders, down her back and over her breasts. The very sight of her again stole his breath away and he stepped in behind her, buried his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp.
"Sky rockets in flight…" he sang softly in her ear. "Afternoon delight…" She leaned her head back against him and pushed her ass into his groin making him moan.
His hands left her hair and roamed over her silky wet body holding her close and not letting her get out of his reach. She reached both hands between them to stroke him but he batted her hands away so she leaned forward, braced herself on the tiles and clenched her butt cheeks against him.
"Oompff…" was the only sound he made. He braced his feet either side of the bottom of the tub and prayed her non slip mat would live up to its name. Moments ago he had been lying on her bed spent, his limbs heavy as cast iron, and his heart pumping as if had just run a marathon, and now here he was, in her shower, hard as granite, grabbing her hips to hold her still as he slid into her in one smooth motion.
He thrust into her and held it, unsure if he would make it through another single thrust as she squirmed and clenched around him.
"Andy…" he managed to get her name out through gritted teeth. She was bent forward in front of him, her hands on the tiles and she flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him.
"Yeah?" As she spoke she clenched her inner muscles around him and his eyes rolled back and fluttered closed.
"Wait… gimme a sec…"
He rolled his head back and took a few breaths but she was impatient. She needed to see his reaction, needed to feel his connection, their connection. She bent a little lower, arched her back and lifted her ass a little more. The effect it had on him was immediate. He shifted his feet to get a better grip and leaned forward into her then slid almost completely out and swiftly thrust in. she pushed back when he thrust forward, matching his rhythm and clenching in all the right places, at all the right times.
Sam braced himself with a hand on her hip, but the other he snaked over her torso, his hand splayed out wide, helping her keep rhythm with him but he moved it lower, tangled in her curls, lower still where he could feel her wet heat until he found that one spot he was looking for. He felt her clench immediately when he pinched it between two fingers and her moan reverberated off the tiles, right to the base of his cock.
"This will not be one of my finest moments…" he said between thrusts as he pumped into her from behind, and massaged her from the front.
Andy didn't have the power of thought to formulate a sentence to respond to him and was barely able to hold on. He was carrying the brunt of her weight now as she locked her elbows and knees to keep herself upright.
Sam felt her start to quiver, felt her start to melt beneath his touch and he thanked god because he could not hold on for much longer. With one more complete thrust he let everything go, his fingers tightened around her hips to make sure she didn't move and yet again, they found themselves entwined in the most intimate of ways, panting, spent and silent.
The water was still running, hitting his back and spraying out all over the bathroom. Slowly Sam stood up fully, pulled her body upright with him. He turned her in the circle of his arms and hugged her close. He buried his face in her neck and gently swayed with her in his arms. His lips kissed her in soft, barely registerable kisses. After the longest while, before the water started to run cold he stood up but kept holding her close and looked down at her with a crooked smile.
"I was wrong about you."
"You were?" He reached over to the shelf behind her and grabbed a loofah and some showergel. He lathered up the loofah and started to rub her down gently.
"You are the snuggling type." Sam laughed and smeared some bubbles over her nose. He washed her down, washed himself down just before the water turned to ice then they stepped out and he wrapped her up in a large soft towel. He was still holding hwe in his arms when he heard his phone ringing from his jeans pocket in the bedroom.
"You better get that."
Loathing to let her go, he kissed her lips before hurrying out to grab his phone before the call ended. He spotted Oliver's name on the screen and thought of not answering but a pang of guilt shot through him so he pressed the accept button.
"Hello."
"Sam!" Oliver was excited. "Jesus, thank god! Answer your god dammed phone will you!"
"What's happened?" Immediately Sam's senses were tingling, his hair was up on end and goose bumps broke out over his skin.
"Detective Skye was shot this evening."
"What?"
Andy heard his raised voice and came into the room where he was already tossing the towel aside and rummaging through his clothing to get dressed.
"At his home."
"Jesus! Is he dead?"
"No, but his wife was injured, and one of his kids."
"Christ."
"Where are you?"
"I'm eh…" he looked over to see Andy sitting on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in a large towel, a look of concern tainting her soft features. "I'm with Andy at her place."
"Okay, stay there. She wasn't connected to the raid, she wasn't on any of the team."
"Oliver-" He managed to pull up his boxers and had one leg already in his jeans.
"I've got a squad on the way out to your flat, and I'll send another out to Andy's."
"We can come into the division."
"No, stay where you are." Oliver was insistent. "I'll be in touch. And this time, answer your phone!"
"I will. Thanks."
Sam closed the call and looked at his phone only to see he had 5 missed called and 8 texts from Oliver. He finished putting on his jeans but left them unfastened.
"What's happened?" Andy asked, concern dripping from her voice.
"It's nothing." He turned around in a circle looking for his tee.
"Sam."
Sam looked at her sitting on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the knot in her towel. He took two steps to sit next to her and draped an arm over her shoulder.
"There's been an attack on a detective from division 23. Someone opened fire on his home shooting him, his wife and one of his kids."
"Jesus!"
"Oliver is sending a squad car around to my apartment, and another here to watch us."
"Are we safe?"
"Yes! Yes of course we are." He pulled her tightly against him and kissed her head. "You were not involved in the raid-"
"Didn't stop me from getting shot on the god dammed street though!"
"Andy, don't, stop!" She pushed away from him and started to pace, he followed her and stepped into her path. "You are perfectly safe. I wouldn't let anything happen to you. I would never, let anything happen to you. Whatever happens…I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere!"
She looked up to him with tears brimming in her eyes. But she refused to let them fall.
"So what so we do?"
"Get dressed. I'm going out to my car to get something, then I'll come back and we'll wait for the squad car to get here."
"Okay."
He kissed her forehead then quickly walked out of the room. He cursed himself for not having his gun on him, but then he wasn't anticipating opening fire on anyone in her apartment when he followed her to the door earlier.
He checked the street through her hallway window before pulling the door open and hurrying across the street to his truck. Everything seemed to be so calm. No traffic passed by, no pedestrians on the sidewalks. A normal, calm, Sunday afternoon.
Sam rummaged through his glove box and grabbed his gun. Checked it for bullets and shoved the spares into his pocket before locking his truck and returning to her flat. He closed and locked the door behind him then proceeded to check the windows and pull the curtains.
"Hey Andy," he called out to her. "Check the windows in the bedroom and bathroom, and pull the curtains!" He called out as he stepped into the kitchen to do the same. When she didn't respond, or appear he called out to her again. Still nothing.
Sam pulled the gun out from the back of his jeans and stealthily crossed the room in five easy steps. He slowly pushed open the door and his heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach. Holding Andy like a body shield in front of him, a tall man, Sam had never seen before, had a gun in one hand and pressed it into her chest, and the a blade in the other hand pressed into her neck. He had already nicked her skin and a trickle of blood was showing. She wore only a tee and a pair of panties and her hands were grasping the arm that secured her in place.
Sam had his gun aimed at them but there was no way he could get off a clear shot with her in the way. He cursed himself again for not grabbing his vest out of the back seat but hindsight was no use to him now.
"Put down your weapons, and let her go…" Sam eyed as much of the room as he could through his peripheral vision without taking his eyes off them. Andy to her credit was remaining way calmer than he would have expected her, considering her current state of mind but he figured her training had kicked in and instinct was taking over.
"No! You put down your gun!" His voice was heavily accent and Sam recognised it immediately as part of the Galloway Boys trademarks. He was wearing a long sleeved top so Sam couldn't see his arms but he bet if he could he would see that same branding that was scarring the kids from earlier.
They stayed at the stalemate for longer than Sam would have liked. He wanted to gesture to Andy, give her a nod, a wink, let her know it was time to pull out one of her moves like a backwards head butt, a kick to the shin but she wasn't the old Andy, she didn't know these manoeuvres. So instead he lowered his gun. He pointed the gun at the floor but kept both hands on it, one finger hovering over the trigger.
"Okay…okay, no one needs to get hurt."
"Drop it…all the way to the floor and then kick it over here." Sam put the gun on the carpet and kicked it over to him but not enough that he would be able to pick it up too easily. Andy looked at him with worry written all over her face. The arm around her neck tightened and the blade pressed harder into her skin making her wince.
"Sorry man… carpet, it didn't slide…" Sam made his excuses, all the while he got ready. He leaned forward onto the balls of his feet, tensed his arms ready for impact and dropped his shoulders. He locked eyes with her and urged her to realise what he was doing. With or without her understanding he was ready to launch.
The attacker glanced down at the gun and calculated the chances of him being able to pick it up. And in that split second, Sam made his move. He launched himself across the room. Andy braced herself for the impact but to Sam's credit he barely touched her. Somehow he managed to slide his arm behind her and bounced his shoulder off the attacker's sternum. They all tumbled to the ground, the attacker taking the brunt of the impact as his back bashed against the dresser behind him.
Sam managed to push Andy aside as he locked his arms around the attacker's neck but he found himself grasping at air as he was flipped upside down and against the wall. Andy scrambled away as they fought but turned back in time to see Sam prone on the floor the attacker standing over him, stomping down on his torso. Andy spotted the gun Sam had tossed was at the foot of the bed and she lunged for it. The cold metal in her hands felt familiar. More familiar than anything she had touched or held in the last few days and as she stood up, weighted it in her hands and pointed it at their assailant everything came flooding back. Her years of training in the academy, training as a rookie in the division with Sam, working with Sam, Oliver, Traci, Chris Dov Gail… everything!
"FREEZE!" she yelled getting both of their attention though Sam lay battered and bloodied on the floor. The attacker turned to Andy, and shouted something at her in a foreign language. "Don't move! Get up against the wall!"
"Andy…" Sam tried to reach out for her, tried to hold back their attacker but he was too weak.
"On more step and I'll fire!" She fired the gun over his head just missing him and he flinched. "Back up, against the wall!" The attacked backed up and lifted his hands out. "Turn around, face the wall, put your hands on the wall and spread your legs." He did as she asked and she approached him carefully. She patted him down but found no other weapons. Sam inched is way away from them and crossed the room. With no cuffs to secure their attacker, Andy reached for a pair of pantyhose that were sticking out of one of her drawers and wrapped his wrists securely.
Just then her front door burst open and two police officers came running in. They secured the rest of the flat and found the scene in the bedroom.
"Call an ambulance, Sam needs an ambulance." She stepped passed them as they took the attacker and led him out of the room. She crouched down to Sam who was struggling to stay conscious. "Stay with me Sam, stay awake…don't close your eyes."
She sat on the ground beside him and let him lean on her as she stroked his hair out of his face. His breathing was wheezy and laboured and blood splattered across his face and torso.
"You got him?"
"Yeah Sam, yeah, I got him."
"You remember?"
"Yeah. I remember."
"Everything?" he was equally terrified of whatever answer she would provide to this question.
"Yeah. Everything."
He tried to look up at her, see her face, catch her expression and see if he could understand what was going through her head but his head was pounding and everything hurt, god dammit even his hair hurt he realised.
"Shhh… just relax, don't stress… the ambulance is on the way."
LATER
Sam took the prescription from the doctor and winced as he stretched to reach for it. The bandage they had wrapped around his torso was supposed to support his three broken ribs but it really did nothing for him. The bruising along his face had bloomed into an impressive wave of colour from his temple to under his chin. His left wrist was in a splint and he had two fingers strapped together on his right hand. He managed to get dressed then collected his discharge papers and left the hospital.
His car was at Andy's but he was reluctant to call round there. She had seen him to the emergency room yesterday and greeted him when he came to from the surgery. But now he was mobile, and she remembered everything it meant they needed to talk. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to…imagesfrom her bedroom and her shower flashed through his mind…yeah, that's what he wanted.
Sam dry washed his face and winced in pain from his fingers to the roots of his hair. He patted his pockets and realised he didn't have his wallet or phone and realised he was going to have to walk. He looked up and down the street to get his bearings and decided 18 blocks wasn't too bad.
The morning sun was high and hot and he welcomed its heat as he strolled through the quiet streets. With every step he took more and more pain radiated from his torso and he immediately regretted leaving the hospital alone.
"Hey, Swarek…need a lift?"
He turned to see Andy driving his truck alongside the sidewalk at snail's pace, half hanging out of the driver's window, his pair of shades on her head.
"Andy…what are you doing here?" He approached the truck but stood by the driver's door when she stopped it.
"I came to collect you from the hospital, but you had already left. What's up with that?" Sam shrugged but regretted it when the pain from his ribs shot through his system. "Get in."
He walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat. She drove into traffic and took the quickest route she could to his apartment. She walked with him to the door, opened it up and led him in to the living room. He beelined for his couch as she went for a glass of water for him. She took this painkillers from his jacket pocket and pulled out the right amount then handed them to him and passed him his drink.
"You ok?"
"Yeah…just…wrecked."
"Get to Bed Sam, get some sleep…c'mon."
She held out her hand and he took it then slowly stood. She led him to his bedroom and pulled back his sheets. She pushed him into the mattress and left the glass of water by his side. She pulled the curtains closed and started to leave the room.
"So you remember everything?" He whispered his question as if afraid she might answer.
"Yeah."
"And…?"
"Sam…" she crossed the room and crouched down over him. "Shhhh. Get some sleep."
"But I need to ask you-"
"No, you need to sleep. There will be plenty of time to talk later."
She leaned down and kissed him softly and that gentle caress offered him enough solace to let him fall into a soft slumber.
(A/N: this is a logical ending point. I should end it here. Feel free to stop reading now. But instead I'm going to pull a "Peter Jackson" and keep on going!)
Sam woke hours later and thanked god he wasn't still in a hospital gurney. His bed was soft and warm and he never wanted to leave it. Until he heard the low sounds of his tv in the other room. He knew she was sitting out there, waiting for him, watching over him and he had to go out to her now.
He pushed the duvet off himself and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He was pleased to see the throbbing pain had been reduced to ache. He stood up slowly as if afraid he might fall over but he was steadier on his feet now and felt like he would make the short walk out to his couch.
She was sitting on one end with her feet on the coffee table in front of him watching the football game on TV an eating cookies from a large bag on her lap. She didn't hear him coming until he circled the couch and lowered himself softly into the cushions.
"Oh hey! You're up! Did I wake you?"
"No, no. Time I got up anyway."
"How are you feeling?"
"Much better. Thanks."
"You shouldn't have left the hospital without me." She passed him the bag of cookies and offered him some, "Hungry? Want me to make something?"
"No, I'm fine. I just want to sit here." He rested his head back on the couch and rolled it over to face her. "With you."
She smiled shyly and looked away. Took another cookie from the bag then tossed them onto the table by her feet.
"Are we going to talk now?" He asked.
"We could…or…"
He caught the gleam in her eyes and looked away before he was tempted. "Andy, I don't have the strength to rip up a wet paper bag right now, let alone handle you…"
"So we should talk."
"Yeah…" he tried to catch her eyes but she was evasive. "What's happening?"
"Huh?"
"Andy, a week ago we were seeing each other, then we broke up, then we were…hell I don't know what we were doing."
"I have a pretty good idea what we were doing." She smiled and looked at him through the corner of her eye.
"And now… now we're…what exactly?"
She turned on the couch, curled her legs up under her and faced him fully. Her arm stretched along the back of the couch and she gently caressed his hair.
"The last few days…the last week…was…mind blowing."
"Yeah…"
"It feels like we just explode when we get too close to one another. But for some reason…" she inched closer to him. "I can't stay away from you." She inched even closer still and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.
"I'm sensing another but." He muttered against her lips. She pulled back and looked down at him.
"But…I need you to leave me to do my work. Not interfere with my job, or anything work related."
"Andy I would never do that. I think you are a fantastic cop, I love working with you…"
"But our job is dangerous Sam. I'll be in dangerous situations and you can't step up and block me from progressing."
"I wouldn't do that." He held her eyes for a moment to show her how serious he was before continuing to speak. "And you have to stop second guessing me at work. I am your superior officer, I will have to give you orders, and sometimes you will have to do what I say without question."
"Seems like we are laying down international rules of engagement."
"Love is a battlefield."
"Oh god Sam…" She laughed at his corny joke and leaned down tokissed him again. "So tell me… how much pain are in right now?"
"Not so much pain…more like an ache."
"Really?" she kissed his jaw, let her tongue join in and wet a trail to his neck and shoulder.
"Yeah. Manageable ache."
"Hmmm interesting." She flicked open one of his shirt buttons to get better access to his chest then another but as she opened the third she could see the strapping around his torso. "Oh…shit, does it hurt?"
"No. Yes. But only when I breathe. In. And out."
She leaned back from him and let her hands rest on the top of his chest. "That was pretty intense huh."
Sam looked over at her. Her eyes were far away as she recalled everything that had happened yesterday.
"Yeah, but you were amazing." He reached his hand over to her and stroked her leg. "You were unbelievable the way you handled him."
Andy smiled. "I bet he got some schtick for being cuffed in my pantyhose!"
Sam smiled and pulled her in for another kiss, ignoring the tingling pain in his torso. He deepened the kiss with his tongue and she fell into his intoxicating spell until she felt him wince in pain beneath her hands.
"Sorry, Sam, sorry!" she tried to pull away but he didn't let her. He needed to hold her close, convince himself that this was still happening, still an option for them both and not just a jerk reaction to everything that had happened. But his broken body just would not comply.
"I know what I want to do, I know what I need to do. But none of that is anyways close to what I can actually do," he muttered.
"Then, let me."
She crawled off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him, between his legs. She leaned forward, and opened his shirt the rest of the way then gently pulled it off his shoulders and carefully over his injured hands. With the softest of touches she let her fingers burn trails along his arms and chest, along the rim of the bandage and then the waist of his jeans. He sucked in a gasp of air when her finger caught his button but the breathing made him wince.
"Should I stop?" she looked up to him with hooded eyes.
"God no! I can take it."
"We'll see about that." She unbuttoned his jeans then tantalisingly slowly pulled down his zip. "I'll need your help with this bit…" She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his jeans and gestured for him to lift his butt. When she pulled his jeans down she left his boxers on and went so far as to pull his legs out and tossed them aside. "How are you doing?"
"Fine."
"Just fine huh?" She smiled wickedly. His boxers did nothing to hide his modesty but she didn't want to go straight for gold. No first she wanted to make him squirm, see how far she could push him before he would cave. He watched her focus switched from his lower midriff to his inner thigh to his upper chest to the point on his neck where it met his shoulder. Everywhere but where he wanted her most and he knew exactly what she was doing. No way would he cave. This was a torture he could take for ever. Her hands caressed the parts her lips couldn't reach and try as he might he couldn't stop gasping, causing the pain in his chest to intensify.
She leaned back off him and he immediately missed the pain. He thought she was stopping but instead she lifted the cuff off her blouse and pulled it off over her head, exposing her red satin clad breasts.
"Much better." She stretched her arms above her head and arched her back forcing her breasts towards his face. He wanted to reach out and touch them but one of his hands was in a cast and the other had fingers strapped together. Sam moaned with a mixture of desire and frustration. "Everything ok?" she leaned down and kissed his upper chest then slowly, purposefully dragged her breasts down to his groin where they pressed against his erection.
""Jesus Andy…" He jerked under her touch causing his chest pain to flare up.
"Too much? Just say it, I can stop, you just need to tell me…"
Sam lifted his head and looked down at her. Her chin was on his stomach, her breasts were in his crotch and with every breath she took, she pressed them in closer, and he knew she was doing it on purpose.
"Never."
Andy smiled. Her tongue licked her top lip and she smiled and he almost lost it then but somehow he managed to hold on. She trailed her hands up from his legs and slowly pulled his boxers down. He shifted his weight to get them off from under him, and though he winced with every movement he knew this was going to be worth it.
Andy let her breasts trail over his crotch now without the barrier of his underwear and Sam had to concentrate not to gasp for the pain it would cause. His hands fumbled for purchase. He was afraid to grab her shoulders in case he used her as a pain cushion so instead he grabbed the couch behind his head.
Slowly she lowered her head and dragged her tongue over him to his tip then circled it with her lips. She let out a hot breath over him then slowly took him in her mouth completely. She felt him twitch and as she pulled out she let her tongue press against the underside of his penis until she released him entirely.
"Oh…Was that it?" he managed to get out through gritted teeth and she smiled at his challenge.
"Not even close."
She licked her lips again and took him in her hands to lick the tip, like a cat drinking from a bowl of milk. He smiled down at the sight of her and if every other bone in his body wasn't tingling in pain he would thrust his hips up into her hand, her mouth, her everything. She seemed to send his need and loved it. Her other hand cupped his balls and she circled her lips around him then slowly stroked down to his base. Her tongue pressed him to the roof of her mouth and she hummed.
She continued to hum as she lifted her head to release him then wafted a cool breath over him making him hop. He cried out in pain, clamped his teeth down on his lips and braced himself against the back of the couch.
"Enough?"
"Nope."
"Okay… but you asked for it…" Andy slipped one hand under his butt, the other one circled the base of his cock and without hesitation she took him wholly in one swoop. She quickly lifted her head then plunged down again to his base. Stoke after stroke she claimed and caressed him. The pressure in his torso was building up more and more, pain reaching traitorous fingers out to every inch of his body but nothing compared to the sensation of her lips, warm, wet, wild on his skin. Her hair sprawled out over his thighs, tickling him with each movement. Then when she started to hum with each down stroke he started to twitch.
The hand she had under him was pressing him up to match the rhythm of her mouth. Every so often she would look up to him to see his face, see if the pain was really too much for him but he seemed to be enjoying it. She felt him tensing in her mouth, his twitching sped up, and she matched it with her lips and caressed his balls in her hand.
"Andy…oh…Jesus…" every muscle in his torso tensed up and a wave of pain exploded from his core as he orgasmed. Her lips were still around him, milking the last of his release until the twitching stopped. Slowly she pulled away from him and looked up to see his face pale and covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Shit Sam… shit, you ok?" She stood up and leaned over him a hand either side of his head. He was pale and breathing in short sharp breaths. "Hey, hey, you ok?" She stroked his cheeks with the back of his fingers until finally he opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Worth it."
"Jesus…" she raced into his bedroom and grabbed his painkillers and the water and was back in front of him in seconds. "Here, sit up, take these."
She helped him lean forward and handed him his pills. He took them and swallowed them with a gulp of water only to then realise his face was directly between her breasts. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Don't even think about it… Jesus Sam…" she took the water off him and took a drink. "What were we thinking?"
"We weren't." He lowered himself onto the couch and she came to sit beside him, oblivious to their state of undress. He grabbed a cushion and put it on his lap then guided her to lie down. With her back to the couch and her head in his lap, he could run his fingers through her hair, let her warmth seep through him and best of all, he realised when he craned his head forward. He had the most delicious view of her breasts.
"You're looking at my tits aren't you?"
"Yes."
She smiled and took the hand that was resting on her hip and guided it to her breasts then held it there. He saw her smile and let his hand curl around her breasts then rolled his head back onto the couch and allowed the soft sounds of the football game lull him to sleep.
The End.
Thanks for reading guys! Hope you enjoyed this smut filled trek through toronto!
Thank you so much for all the amazing feedback and its kinda a secret so dont tell anyone... but I've started a new fic! First chapter should be up monday evening GMT!
