A/N: This is a LOOOOONG chapter! I didn't have the heart to break it in too, seeing as you guys have been so patient and responsive. Sorry it took me so long but I was trying to find the right balance between fanfic porno and blunted sex scenes. Hope I did ok. I gave it a quick proof read but was super eager to get it up (fnarr) and see what you guys thought so excuse the odd typo.

"Conor?" A wave of panic washed over her and she cursed herself for repeating his name aloud.

"Forgotten me already?" He was laughing softly on the other side of the phone

"No, no, of course not."

"Anyway I'm just about to go out on shift. I'm hoping to be done by 6am so that gives me some time to get home for a sleep then before meeting you for dinner."

"Oh right, yeah, dinner."

Sam was in the kitchen trying not to listen. He opened two bottles of beer from the fridge, carried them into the living room and put them on the coffee table. He had already prepared a fire to light so he busied himself with the kindle to get it lit.

"Are we still on?" Conor asked, sensing her hesitation.

"Actually no, I don't think so." She looked down at Sam crouched in front of the fire as he warmed his hands and rubbed them together. He purposefully kept his back to her and she appreciated the gesture.

"Oh. I see." There was a moment of silence. "Officer Swarek has spoken to you huh?"

"Spoken to me about what?"

"Look, never mind. I said I didn't want to step on anyone's toes. Looks like I did. Apologies." Conor hung up and Andy looked at the phone then flipped it closed and slipped it back into her pocket.

"Everything ok?" Sam stood again and walked over to her.

"Eh yeah, everything is fine." Conor's words echoed in her head. "Sam, how did you cut your face?"

He lifted a hand up to touch his stitches as if he enjoyed the tingling pain it caused. "It's nothing, just a cut."

"Just a cut that took 5 stitches. How did you get it?"

Sam realised that she was going to find out so he decided to stick with the truth.

"I took an unexpected right hook."

"From who?"

"Martinez."

"What?" her anger was higher than he expected. "He hit you? Why?"

"Because I hit him first…"

"What!? Sam! Jesus."

"Andy I can't explain it!" He was shouting. He didn't want to tell her that he went into a jealous rage. He didn't want to scare her away.

"Try!" She was shouting back.

"He baited me and I responded like an idiot teenager."

"How did he bait you?"

Sam looked away. He didn't trust himself to speak

"You know what Sam, this was a mistake. I came over here tonight to talk to you, to find out why you have been such an ass to me lately, but I guess I shouldn't have been taken it personally. It looks like you have just been an ass to everyone."

She turned and walked off, taking her coat off the couch as she passed it. She got as far as the door before he stopped her. One of his hands closed the door in front of her and the other came to rest on her hip. He stood right behind her; his breath moved her hair and his chest, rising and falling brushed against her back.

"Don't go McNally, don't go." She stood, still facing the door, and listened to his whispered plea. "I have been an ass. And not to everyone, just to you." He squeezed her hip. "I didn't mean to be, but you just kinda of bring it out in me."

"Jesus Sam!" She turned to face him with a glare. "Is this an apology?"

"It's supposed to be… but it's not coming out like one." He let her go, having his hands on her was making his brain spin and he couldn't talk properly. "It's you. It's you McNally, You drive me crazy."

He put his hands on his hips and took a step back to get a better look at her. She was frowning, her eyes fixed on his and she didn't seem to want to let him off easy on this one.

"Every day," he continued to talk, his words stumbling over themselves to be first out past his lips. "it's all I can do not to grab you and pull you into the interview room…"

"The interview room?" her voice was so low he barely heard it.

"Some days… some days it's the locker room, or evidence lock up, hell once time even on Franks desk." She smiled and he felt his heart shudder, an ache expanded from the centre of his chest.

"So…why didn't you?" she whispered.

"Because you terrify me!" he screamed his response before she had even finished talking. Not at her, but at the world.

"What? Me?"

"Yes! You!" He was laughing but it was almost a manic uncontrolled sound. "Every time I think you are going to touch me, every time you look at me, those eyes, those lips…" as he spoke he stepped closer. "I stop functioning. My brain freezes, I can't handle the lack of control you make me feel. No one has ever made me feel like this…I hate it…and I crave it!"

Andy stared at him. There was no filter applied to these words, these thoughts and she suddenly realised how real all this was. How raw he was feeling and how close to the surface everything was for him to be pouring himself out to her like this.

"Sam…"

"No, let me finish." He pushed the words out through gritted teeth. "Andy I want to… I need to…"

Andy heard enough. She closed the short distance between them, grabbed his face and kissed him. He stumbled back against her onslaught, caught her waist with his hands and steadied them both but it didn't stop her. She kissed him hungrily, pushing her tongue into his mouth to caress it, one hand grasped bunches of his hair, and the other secured him to her, pressed into his back and pushed her chest against his.

Sam accepted the ambush, let her take lead and melted into it. She pressed herself into him, couldn't get enough of him. Her hands came down to his shoulders, over his chest to his waist. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of his jeans. He lifted his arms up and she stopped kissing him just long enough to pull his top off then as soon as his face was free she claimed his lips again. His shirt was tossed to the floor and her hands roamed freely over his bare chest, fingers tangling in his chest hair.

He tried not to wince when she inadvertently pressed her hands on the purpling bruise on the side of his chest, but she felt the twitch. She broke her frantic kiss, and looked down to where her hands were. His eyes were wide, and he watched her. She lowered her head and softly kissed the centre of the bruise. Her lips were hot and wet and when her tongue came out to lick his chest his breath faltered with a gasp.

"Andy…"

"Does it hurt?"

He shook his head. She stood up again and her fingers came up to touch his stitches. She rose up on her tip toes and ever so gently touched her lips to his cheekbone, just below the cut. It was all he could bear. As she lowered herself to her normal height he followed. This time it was his hands roaming on her shoulders, her back, pulling her shirt out of her jeans. He dropped it to the floor on top of his own then bent down to cup her ass and lift her. As he expected, as he imagined, time and time again, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and he sighed into her oddly familiar embrace. She kissed him as he walked her into the living room.

The fire was roaring casting flickering light and shadows around the room. He got as far as the back of the couch and banged into it with a grunt. She rested on the back and let her hands fall down to his waist where she pulled open his belt then slowly, one by one, she undid the buttons on his jeans. Each button made him catch his breath, her fingers; knuckles brushing his lower torso sent shivers circling up his spine and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. And all the while, her lips never left his, her tongue never stopped caressing his. She pulled his jeans down as far as her hands could reach then lifted her leg to pull them down the rest of the way where they pooled at his feet.

His hands were in her hair, over her back, around her waist and on her breasts. The flimsy cotton material of her bra was cumbersome so her caressed slow soft circles in her skin as he moved his hands to her back to get to the clasp. He undid it easily and the material fell away so she pulled her arms away from him long enough to toss it aside.

He couldn't wait to touch her, didn't want to tease it out, or drag his fingers across her skin, so instead he covered each breast with a hand and gently squeezed, feeling their weight. The moan that erupted from her lips sent all the blood rushing to his crotch. She wrapped her legs around him again and pulled him closer. With his hands on her back for balance he tipped her over the back of the couch and leaned down after her, perfect positioning to kiss her breasts. She held his shoulders, to keep him close, never wanting him to stop.

His tongue rasped across her nipples and he followed it with soft kisses. But this wasn't enough. He needed more of her. He pulled her back up and she stood in front of him. His fingers reached for her jeans as she toed off her sneakers. He pulled her jeans, hunkering down to get them off her completely. She had her hands on his shoulders as she lifted her feet out of her jeans. He didn't stand up immediately but instead stroked his hands around her thighs and kissed them. His hands touched her panties; his fingers curled beneath the cuff and pulled them down an inch, kissed the newly exposed skin, pulled them down further and kissed her again. She grasped the back of the couch as her legs threatened to buckle beneath her.

He yanked them off and tossed them aside then ran one hand down the back of her leg, grabbed her knee and hooked it over his shoulder. He kissed the inside of her thigh, let his tongue appear to dart out and touch her warm skin. Slowly he edged his way to where he knew she wanted him to be. His breath made her squirm and finally his tongue licked her in one long sweeping motion.

"Oh god…" She wanted to grab his head, grind into his face but she was so sure the minute she let go of the couch she would fall apart. Her elbows were locked to keep her upright and her head fell back. She felt him smile and his chuckle resonated to her very core.

He licked her again, this time with more pressure, as his other hand came behind her other knee to hook that one over his shoulder too. He let his knees rest on the floor and inched in ever closer, letting his tongue reach in deeper only to be rewarded with a moan that seemed to bubble up from the bottom of her lungs. He repeated it slowly at first and gradually sped up; her hips moved he gripped her ass to pull her closer, if that was even possible and he hummed, letting the vibrations add to her quivers. Her voice broke out as she gasped and panted and he knew she was close.

"Sam…Oh god," she said as his tongue flicked, hitting her exactly where he needed to, to push her over the edge. Her thighs clamped around his head but his tongue didn't stop as she shuddered around him and her hips bucked against him. She couldn't help the long low moan and her arms shook with the effort of holding her up.

Slowly he released her, his tongue taking one last slow sweep before he bushed her legs off his shoulders and stood up. She was like jelly, fell against his body, her head on his chest, her arms around his waist. He kissed her head, stroked her hair away from her face and drew slow soft circles in the small of his back.

"That was some apology." She muttered and kissed his chest. Sam's laugh rumbled low and vibrated them both. He felt her smile against him.

"Let's move closer to the fire."

"Mmmm," she responded but loathed to let go of him. She latched her arms around him, clasping his hands behind her back and tried to walk with him, neither of them realising that his jeans were still pooled around his ankles.

"Whoa! Shit…" he stumbled, tried to grab something to steady them but there was nothing there. "McNally!" he called out as they fell. He landed on his back on the ground and she landed on top of him, knocking all the wind out of his lungs. He banged his head off the floor and lay there dazed.

"Sam!" she covered her mouth with her hands to hide the laughter at the sight of him. "Are you ok?"

"Ugh…" he lifted a hand up to rub the back of his head where it connected with the floor. "I've been better."

"Here, let me…" she sat up off him and kneeled at his feet, untied his boots and pulled them off then yanked his jeans off his feet, freeing them at last. "Much better."

He looked down at her, completely naked, kneeling at his feet with a wide smile on her face and he felt like the floor was dropping off beneath him. She reached out a hand to him and he took it. She stood and pulled him up with her. His hands came to her hips but she sashayed out of his reach. She walked around the couch to the fire, pulled a soft woollen blanket off the chair and spread it out in front of the fire. He watched as she grabbed a couple of cushions then turned to him and held out her hand.

For a moment he just stared. This was more than he expected. He thought he'd offer her an apology, fight with her to get her to see reason then take her out for a beer to work his way up to kissing her. His tongue came out to wet his lips and he could still taste her, still feel the sensation of her thighs crashing down on his head. He knew he must look a sight, standing in his own living room in nothing but his underwear, sporting an erection that he had no way of disguising but he didn't care, and seemingly, neither did she.

He crossed to her in three steps, grabbed her hips and slammed her against him. He kissed her roughly and she matched his passion only to push him away long enough to knock him onto the ground. He fell but his hands dragged her with him. She took his hands and pulled them up over his head and held them there while she kissed and licked his jaw. She straddled him, not caring that he was so close, wanting him to get closer, wanting him to get crazy before she let him finish. She let her pelvis drop down and moved it in a slow circle against his erection.

"Uh-" he grunted and snatched his hands away from her grasp to clamp her hips down on his, to hold her still. "Careful…"

She chuckled and bit his shoulder. "Wait Sam…trust me."

She took his hands and brought them back up over his head, then shimmied down his body to kiss his chest. She ran her tongue around his nipple then blew cold air across it making him moan and squirm.

"McNally, I swear to god…" He pushed his hips up to meet hers, trying to retrieve the contact he craved. "Let's save the slow ride for later when I can manage it!"

"Oh? You can't handle it now?" She lowered her hips a little, moving them in a circle motion again and watched as he squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth.

"No…" it came out in a strangled cry, through his teeth. "This is going to be my shortest adventure since highschool."

"Adventure?" She laughed and her breasts jiggled against his chest. "That's what you call it?"

"Shut up McNally!" He lifted his head to kiss her but she evaded him. He knew he could just roll over, push her aside and get on with it but she was having way too much fun and he didn't want to take that away from her, at least for now, though he wasn't sure for how much longer his resolve would hold out.

She let his hands go, dragged her fingertips down the inside of his arms, over his shoulders, down his chest to his torso, tickled the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his briefs then hooked two fingers under the cuff. He lifted his ass to help her shimmy them off him. Then as she came back up his body, she arched her back, to let her breasts stroke him all the way back up to his chest.

Sam fidgeted beneath her; his hands were still above his head even though she was no longer holding them there. His eyes were closed so he was surprised when her lips came down in a soft caressing kiss on his lips. As her kiss deepened she lowered her body and was lying on top of him, touching him from her lips to her toes.

He moved his hands, combed her hair through his fingers then let them caress her back all the way down to the curve of her ass. She broke the kiss put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up.

"Andy…" he was pleading, begging her not to go off on a tangent but then he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was biting her bottom lip, her eyes were shadowed, dark and full of desire and Sam was surprised he didn't blow his chances right then and there.

Her hand stroked the soft hair on his lower torso and she gently moved her hips against him, then when she lifted herself up ready to take him in, he lifted his knees and braced his feet to help her. His hands were low on her hips, but he didn't pull or push her and let her descend at her own pace.

When she did they both locked eyes and an explosion of heat emanated from his core and he had to still her to make this last, and boy did he want it to last. As he loosened his grip on her hips she took the cue and started to move her hips, she tried to keep a slow, steady rhythm but as she moved against him, he bucked beneath her and all too soon it wasn't enough. She moved faster he held her tighter, arched his back to push into her deeper. She leaned back, increasing the angle the pressure where she needed it; she steadied herself on his thighs, her nails digging into them but it wasn't enough.

Sam sat up abruptly, her legs came around him, and he held her against him with one hand and lifted her breast to his mouth with the other. As he suckled and kissed she held his head against her bit her lip and let out a moan.

He was too close, this wasn't going to be a record breaker so Sam just wanted to make sure it was going to be worth it. He released her breast and licked her neck, all the while grinding into her. He moved his hand down between them and found that sweet spot and rubbed it with his thumb.

"Oh…god yes…"

There were no more thoughts he could form, nothing else swimming around in his brain other than the warm wet sensation of her surrounding him and as she started to quiver, her grinding stopped, she stiffened, he bore the weight, kept up the rhythm then as she was still pulsating around him, whimpering, gasping and moaning he rolled her over onto her back and pushed in deeper. She crossed her ankles behind her back and lifted her pelvis as he pounded into her. His face was buried between her neck and shoulder and three more strokes were all it took for him to find oblivion.

He lost control of his limbs, dropped his full weight on her and fell, boneless. They lay still their breathing ragged. His head was on her chest, he could hear her heart hammering against her ribs, matching his own erratic rhythm. Her hands stroked his back and she thought she could lie like this forever.

When cognitive thought returned to Sam's brain he realised he was probably crushing her. He braced himself off the ground and rolled over, taking her with him so they lay side by side, his back to the fire, their foreheads pressed together as they shared a cushion. His leg came up between hers and she draped hers over his hip and Sam realised how perfectly they fit.

"That…was…" she started to speak and he looked at her smiling lips. "A great adventure!"

Sam laughed out loud. A deep throaty laugh that shook his whole body and hers.

"It was only a little escapade," he said when he sobered.

"There's more?"

"There is always more in the tank McNally!"

He leaned in an kissed her tenderly.

"So…" she began in between kisses as he travelled along her jaw lone and licked the spot behind her ear lobe. "Franks desk? Really?"

Sam laughed against her neck and she smiled. She loved the sensation of his lips curving in a smile against her skin.

"It was just one of many places I fantasized about."

"Where else?"

"Sudbury."

This time it was Andy's turn to laugh. It was a loud glorious sound and Sam stopped kissing her to watch. He proped him head up in one hand and looked down at her, not able to remember the last time she seemed to happy and relaxed and loving that it was him who brought it to her.

"Seriously…where else?"

"My shower."

Andy waggled her eyebrows. "Really? Is it big? Will we both fit in?"

"Only one way to find out."

He stood up and held out a hand to her. A surge of energy coursed through her and the languid feeling she was enveloped in moments earlier was washed away as she took his hand and he pulled her up. She fell against him and he kissed her then took her hand and led her upstairs.

Sam wasn't sure if his shower could take it, but as he watched her race up the stairs before him, her ass at the same height as his face,, his hands on her waist and she looked back at him to smile, he figured he was going to have a ball testing it out.

The End.

Skinfull

A/N: A million thousand thank yous for all the reviews. I don't think readers understand the wealth of power they hold by submitting a simple review. So Thanks, its very much appreciated...Also if any fic I wrote has ever screamed for an epilogue... its gotta be this one! :D