"We should get out of bed…" Sam drawled, braiding Andy's hair with nimble fingers. She groaned, snuggling closer to his body with a sleepy smile.

"Five minutes." She sighed, kissing his jaw line softly. He couldn't deny her, silently agreeing by pulling her as close as she could get.

"We need to shower and go grocery shopping." He groaned, Andy placing her head within the crook of his neck. Her breath was hot against his skin, damping over the course of a few minutes. He lowered his chin, inviting her soft lips to his.

"But this is a perfect way to spend a morning." She whispered between kissed, throwing a leg over to the other side of his hip and pulled up the covers nearly over their heads. Their kisses, once gentle, became fevered and desperate. Sam used a bruising grip upon her thighs, sweat pooling upon their skin. He flipped them over, hitching her legs around his hips. He tugged at her tank top, pulling it over her head and leaning down to kiss her bare chest.

Sam's phone rang, earning a unison groan from the pair. Sam snatched the phone, barking into the piece.

"Yeah? In two hours… be there? Sure, why not. I'll stop taking care of my rookie to come in and do a short three hour shift. Hey, you give sarcasm, you get sarcasm. Yeah… yeah, see ya brother." Sam went to toss his phone, thinking twice, then turning it off. Andy placed her lips upon his neck, flipping them over to earn dominance once more.

"That was Oliver. Peck bailed for today so I'm covering her… oh, right there. Again." He chuckled, rather dopily, while Andy traced her lips down his toned chest.

"Let's play a memory game. I propose a statement and if it's true, say true. If it's false, say false. I like to dance. True or false?" She asked, pulling the covers near off the bed while gripping his waistband.

"True." He smiled, tucking some hair behind her ear. She pulled his boxers off, tossing them away.

"We've worked together for over a year."

"True." He gasped, Andy grabbing him with a grip that was far too light for his preference.

"I dated Luke."

"Oh, don't bring him up right now," He chuckled, smile stopping short when she released him from her hand ", true! True, true, true." Andy couldn't help but laugh, putting her hand back over him and giving one soft stroke up.

"You liked me."

"True." Andy started a steady pace, Sam's toes curling at the pleasure. His ears felt suddenly hot, as if steam was spewing from the orifices.

"You love me." Her voice was hardly a whisper, stopping her motions and placing her hands on his thighs. Sam couldn't even open his eyes, simply bringing his hands down to grasp hers.

"True." Even through his eyelids, he could see her smile.

"I know I loved you before… I'm sure I will again." Sam couldn't help but sigh in bliss. She was incredible. Andy traced the tip of her tongue from the bottom to the top, placing the tip in her mouth and humming. Sam let his back arch, and strangled moan grinding from his throat. He took her hair and pulled her back gently.

"Keep that up, I won't last. Come back up here." She pinned his hands down, bobbing her head up and down while sucking her cheeks in. She moaned, hummed, and groaned, relishing in the noises escaping Sam. He bucked his hips, trying to finally finish but Andy would have none of that. She pulled off of him with a distinctive pop and a smile that could kill. His eyes widened, tears near spilling over to his cheeks.

"Oh, come on… please?" He whined, Andy rolling her eyes and licked back up him. He was a goner within seconds, holding Andy within his arms and peppering her with kisses. She finally decided to get out of bed a few minutes later, pulling on his shirt. He sighed, pulling on boxers and finally showering for his shift. It pained him to pull on his uniform, kissing Andy's forehead and patting her arms.

"Bye." He mumbled, kissing her deeply. He stood in that position with her, unable to bring himself to leave. Andy finally pushed him to the door, laughing softly and returning to cook herself breakfast.

The day for Sam went by slowly. It was painful, thinking of Andy at home by herself. He could be there, holding her, laughing with her, and kissing her. Oliver tried to pry the details from him, but Sam simply smirked. Oliver guessed he knew, and he truly did. The moment he changed from the navy blue uniform, he was on his way home, hopping up to her apartment and near slamming the door open. He grabbed a water from the fridge, noting she had done grocery shopping. Sam beamed, overjoyed that this domestic lifestyle was with Andy. He opened the cracked bedroom door, Andy sleeping soundly under the covers.

"Hey…" He shook her shoulder, Andy batting her eyelashes.

"Sam? What are you doing in my apartment? Is something wrong?" She sat up immediately, pulling on a sweater that was lying upon the bedroom floor.

"Andy… Andy, we've been staying together for about a week. I mean, I practically live here." Sam shrugged, thinking that she was simply disoriented from sleep. But Andy kept it up, scratching her head while sputtering broken words.

"A week? The last I remember was when I went clubbing with Trac after my shift… I'm missing a week of my life? The hell happened?" Andy stood, pulling on shorts and pacing anxiously into her kitchen.

"What," Sam whispered to himself while following Andy ", Andy, you had lost your memory. I've been here with you for a week. We… I… oh, god. Let's get you to the hospital."

"So wait, let me get this straight. I'd lost my memory of my life? Then I woke up today after a week of lost life memory then can't remember the last week?" She coughed, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it back. Sam pulled on a jacket, taking her arm and calling the doctor on the way to the truck.

Haha, hey guys…. Uh, whatcha… whatcha doing with those pitch forks and torches… ha... g-guys D:

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