The Darkroom

by Skinfull

Familiar murders start to appear all over the city with little or no clues being left behind, other than the eerie sense of familiarity. Oh and there will be loads of smut. FYI timeline is kinda mixed up in that Sam and Andy have never been together (otherwise there is no smutty tension). But no Luke either. Gerry is still alive (we'll need his detective skills) early S2. COMPLETE

11. Chapter 11

A/N: okay guys. Get comfy! This is a big one! (That's what she said!)

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Two Weeks Later

Andy stood just inside his hospital room and waited for the nurses to be finished with him. They unhooked the IV lines and gave him fresh bandages. They gave him his prescriptions and told him how to manage his pain then finally talked to him about his burn scars and how to look after them. When they were done they pulled the curtain back from around his bed and walked out with smiles.

Andy came over to his side and grabbed the clean clothes out from under his bed and handed them to him. She turned her back as he slipped out of the hospital gown and pulled on his clothes.

"Nice to be finally going home eh!"

"Yeah…getting more than a little stir crazy in here. I can't wait to go home and be able to go thirty minutes without someone asking me how I'm feeling."

"Well, it is their job Sam," she said as she rolled her eyes and turned to face him, forgetting why she was looking away in the first place.

He was lying across his bed with his boxers just over his hips and in place, but his sweats were still around his ankles and he seemed to lack the ability to sit up straight again.

"Little help here Andy,"

"Hang on," she dropped her coat on the bed and crouched down in front of him to pull up his jeans. Then pulled on his outreaching hands to help him up. Once upright, she started to do up his button fly but her fingers were brushing against his crotch and made him jerk away.

"I think eh, yeah I think I got it from here." He smiled at her slight blush then pulled on his tee and sat back onto the bed to pull on his sneakers. She had brought him his stretch trainers so no laces needed. Once he was ready and gathered all his stuff she led him out of the hospital to the car park where his truck was parked. "Driving me home in my own truck?"

"Just wanted to make sure you are totally comfortable!" She helped him into the high seat and climbed in the driers seat herself. They drove as quickly as the traffic allowed directly to his apartment. Where she guided him in again and dropped his bags by the door.

"Did you…did you clean up in here?" he asked as he looked around at his own apartment that looked suspiciously clean. The kitchen was free from the usual clutter of dinner dishes, the magazines on his coffee table were fanned out in a shape on the centre of the table and even the coats he had usually strewn across the back of the dinner chairs were gone, presumable hung up in the cupboard behind the front door.

"I just tidied up a bit."

"Thanks Andy." He smiled at her and turned to face her more fully. He reached over to take her hands and pulled her a bit closer.

"Let's go out into the back garden, get some fresh air, the doctors said it would be really good for your lungs."

She tugged on his hands and he let her lead him out into the garden. It was a small west facing garden with a hedge lining it giving him some privacy. But as he stepped into the light and his eyes adjusted to the brightness he saw it wasn't privacy he was getting. But a surprise party. Across the back fence at the end of the garden was a sign that read "Welcome Home Sam!"

Gerry was manning a BBQ in the corner and Oliver was sitting in a lounge chair next to a cooler of beer. It looked like most of the Division cops were in his back garden, eating, drinking and some even dancing to music from a radio next to Dov. He felt Andy squeeze his hand and he looked down to see her smiling but concerned.

"I tried to hold them off, I thought you might just want to crash when you got home… but Oliver really wanted to see you and this seemed like a good way to get it all over with for you."

"It's fine McNally, its fine." He squeezed her hand back and turned to approach his friends. The afternoon was spent sipping beers, though he kept himself to just having two so as to not affect the medication he was on, and catching up on everything he had missed while in the hospital. He talked with Oliver and Gerry mostly who broke down the info on the case that he had missed out on.

"We're building the case but it's going back quite a while and over a couple of different jurisdictions."

"Meanwhile she is staying in Kitchener, at her majesty's pleasure in Grand Valley."

"Do you have a date for the trial?"

"No not yet, preview is in three weeks." Gerry said as he turned his attention briefly back to the BBQ to tend to the meat.

"What were they doing?" Sam asked, voicing the bewilderment that everyone was feeling.

"Recreating famous crimes from around the country. Photographing them and collecting them."

"How did she know where I was?"

"We're not sure to be honest. McNally's statement said that Howard Johnson made a point of saying your name during the interrogation.

Sam nodded as he recalled everything before the chemical spill.

"We traced the calls to and from both of the phones registered in their names and there was one 2 minute phone call made after the time you were…talking to him, and before Shaw and Diaz arrived at the house."

"So you think he rang and warned her about what happened, told her my name?"

"It makes sense."

A heavy silence fell over them and they were each unsure on how to break it. Thankfully Zoe chose that moment to come over and sit next to Oliver. She draped an arm over his shoulder and rubbed his neck.

"No more shop talk, gentlemen."

"You got it," Gerry said and he started to dish up the food. "Okay everyone… food is up."

Andy and Traci sat at the edge of the garden by the back door. They shared a beer and spoke softly, their shoulders touching and their heads bent close together.

"So he kissed you?"

"Yeah!" Andy took the beer and had a drink then passed it back to Traci. "And he said he promised himself that he would do it."

"Did he?" Traci took a drink but nearly spat it out when he heard her words then passed the drink back to her.

"Yeah!" she sipped the drink and passed it back. "And he said he was going to try again."

"What? When was all this?" Traci finished the drink and put the bottle aside and turned her full attention back to Andy.

"A couple of weeks ago."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I dunno, I just…I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what it meant, so I didn't know what to tell you."

"You didn't know how to react? When a man like Sam Swarek kisses you, you kiss back!" Andy laughed and nudged her friend with her shoulder. "So… has he tried again?"

"No, no he hasn't."

"You sound disappointed."

"No, well yes!" they both chuckled. "But it's not that."

"What then?"

"Well…when this all happened, he was hopped up on major painkillers."

"And you think he didn't mean it?"

"I dunno."

Traci wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulders and hugged her close. "And you are disappointed. Only one thing for it then…"

"What's that?"

"You'll just have to kiss him instead."

"Oh I can't! I can't just walk up to him and kiss him"

"Why not?" Traci laughed. "C'mon Andy, you can't tell me you aren't interested in him. Think of it as part of his healing regimen."

They both laughed heartily only stopping when Gerry came over with a plate of food for both of them.

"Ladies." He left the plate down beside them and walked away knowing they didn't need to be interrupted. Andy was still laughing as she reached over for a hot dog and bit into it. Traci raced over for another bottle of beer and re-joined her on the stoop. Andy looked up and sought out Sam and found him sitting next to Oliver, watching her. She looked away quickly but when she chanced a look back he was still watching her. He smiled and tilted his beer towards her and she smiled back and tilted her hotdog at him making him laugh. Then something Oliver said took his attention and he looked away.

"See," Traci said beside her. "It's already working on him!"

As the sun set everyone started to leave. The music was still on but at a lower volume. The BBQ had gone out and all the food was eaten. Traci and Chris had made a valiant effort at cleaning. Thankfully everyone had been eating off paper plates, and drinking out of bottles and plastic cups so once all that was cleared up there was very little left to do.

Sam saw everyone out to the side gate and thanked them all for coming. Soon he found himself sitting in the middle of the garden with Andy, Gerry and Traci. They each had a final beer and sat enjoying the relative silence of this secluded garden.

"Thanks for all this guys."

"Had to give you a welcome home bash brother." Gerri spoke as he lifted his bottle into the centre of the small circle and the three others all clinked their glasses against it. Sam looked around at the three people sitting with him and wondered if they all felt as grateful as he to be here in this very moment.

Gerry had taken Traci's hand into his lap and stroked his thumb along her palm. Sam looked over at Andy who was tugging on the label on her beer bottle. He saw her shiver and scrunch her shoulders up to her neck.

"Cold?"

"Little bit."

"Time to move this shindig in side so."

He stood up shakily and let his hands touch his lower back.

"I think we'll call it a night," Gerri said as he and Traci stood. He tossed their empty beer bottles into the large plastic bin. "See you tomorrow Sammy?"

"Sure, I'll be here. I have another week's recuperation at home before I'll be in the division."

"Ok How about I pick up Oliver and come over for the leafs game tomorrow evening?"

"Sounds great."

"See you then." Gerri embraced him in a loose hug, mindful of his injuries then grabbed his jacket and held out his hand for Traci. Traci winked at Andy then stood and hugged Sam as well.

"Let this one take care of you for a change huh," she whispered in his ear then turned to take Gerry's hand and they both left.

Andy started to clear up the rest of the mess but Sam took hold of her shoulders and guided her away from the garden and into his apartment.

"No need to tidy up yet Andy, that mess ain't goin anywhere."

Inside he led her into the living room where a side lamp had been switched on casting a dim glow around the room. He lifted his hands onto her shoulders and turned her to face him. He let his hands trace soft paths down her arms and held her hands, interlocking their fingers.

"Sam…"

"Shhh, before you protest, you have to at least let me try."

"Try what?"

"Whatever I can get away with," he said with a chuckle. He pulled her closer still so her whole body was against him then held her in place with his hands, still locked with hers, on her lower back. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly on the lips. She seemed frozen in the spot. Her lips were malleable against his but they didn't move with him.

One of his hands trailed up her spine, pressing her into him, up her neck and buried into her hair. The other moved ever so slightly lower to the top arch of her ass and pulled her against his crotch. But still her lips didn't find his rhythm.

Seeds of doubt planted in his brain and took root, growing rapidly enough to slow his ministrations. He stopped kissing her and slowly pulled away to look down into her face.

"What wrong?" He asked softly. "Should I not-"

"No, it's not that…it's just…"

"What?"

"I'm afraid that I might hurt you Sam." She spluttered out the words and Sam was stunned. He looked down at her for a moment then started to laugh.

"Andy, you won't hurt me, you can't hurt me."

"Your back I mean, I'm terrified of touching it, pulling on it or ruining your stitches or something."

"Andy, it's not even possible…" He took a step back from her, reached down for the cuff of his tee and pulled it off over his head then turned her back to him. "See? Most of the scaring is nearly gone. The stab wound is nearly fully healed, stitches have all but dissolved."

"Sam you could barely pull up your pants this morning!"

"But now I'll be pulling them down…that's much easier." He turned back to face her and captured her lips in a kiss again. This time he tried harder, he opened his mouth, rubbed his tongue against her lips and with a sigh, she opened her mouth and granted him entry.

She joined her hands at the back of his neck and stepped in closer to the circle of his arms, letting her body press against his from shoulder to hip. Her tongue was hot and wet and relentless against his. All of a sudden Sam found himself struggling to keep up. When he needed to come up for air he broke their kiss with a pop and looked down at her, his breath coming in short sharp pants.

"I told you I was going to try that again…" he muttered against her lips.

"You remember that?"

"Of course I do. I've been thinking of nothing but it for the past 2 weeks." He pulled back and smiled down at her. "Did you think I forgot?"

"No, I uh, no." Andy looked up to him and he captured her eyes with his own. "Well, maybe I did."

"Well I didn't." he kissed her neck, let his tongue come out to caress her hot skin at the pulse point. "I've been waiting to do that all afternoon," he admitted and when she chuckled her neck danced beneath his lips, making him holder her tighter. Her hands stayed at the back of his neck and he longed to feel them caress his skin, drag her nails over the hair on his chest but he knew why she was hesitating.

"Come with me." He took her hands from his neck and led her through his apartment to his bedroom. He pulled her into his arms gruffly and kissed her again. His fingers found their way to the bottom of her tee and without preamble he pulled it up and off over her head. His fingers fumbled with her jeans until he undid the clasp then he pulled them lower and dropped to his knees to take her feet out, after he yanked off her sneakers.

On his knees, with her standing in front of him wearing only her bra and panties he looked up at her and smiled. Her hands were hanging loosely by her sides and she was still not touching or caressing him. He kissed the top of her pubic bone, pulled her panties low enough to expose some of her curls and let his tongue caress her from hip bone to hip bone. She moaned in pleasure and on instinct her hands reached out to him and gripped his shoulders.

"Finally," he thought and he pulled her panties a little lower and kissed her again. Inadvertently she swayed towards him, one hand went into his hair, and the other gripped his shoulder tighter. With a final tug he got rid of her panties and tossed them over his shoulder with flare.

He buried his face between her legs, let his tongue out as far as he could reach and licked her from her very core to the top of her pubic bone. He sat up on his haunches and licked right up her flat belly to the underside of her breasts. He stood up and licked the crevice between her breasts, up her neck to her chin and kissed her. She was quivering next to him, her arms gripping onto him tightly to keep herself upright.

When he removed his lips from her skin she whimpered and frowned and her eyes fluttered open to find him and kiss him again.

"Wait," he gently pushed her back into the bed. "Wait here for a few minutes."

He walked out of the room and left the door ajar behind him. He went into the bathroom and started to run a bath. He had a large bath with Jacuzzi buttons. The water pressure in the apartment was high and in no time he had it ready. He stripped off to his boxers then re-joined Andy in the bedroom.

"C'mon." He stood at the door and reached both of his hands out to her.

Without hesitation she took his hands and let him guide her into the bathroom. He had lit a few scented candles around the room and added bubbles to the water so it looked more inviting than any bath she had seen in a long time.

"Hop in." he ordered as he busied himself searching for something in the cabinets.

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra then stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the water. She watched as he found what he was looking for then with no qualms he dropped his boxers and got into the bath beside her. He had his back to her and manoeuvred her legs to either side of his waist then shuffled back to lean against her and sighed at sensation of her wet breasts pressed against his back.

"Comfy?" she asked him as her hands came over his shoulders to caress his chest.

"Yes…incredibly so."

"Good." She grabbed a sponge from the shelf behind her and soaked it in the water then gently rubbed it on his chest. "How is your back?"

"It's fine." He said but it was a knee jerk reaction and they both knew it. "It's still a bit sore if I over stretch, but its much better than last week."

"Anything I can do?"

"Now that you mention it…" he sat up and leaned forward with his knees pulled up to his chest then held a small bottle back to her over his shoulder. Andy reached out and took it then read the label.

"Swoon Sensual Massage Oil."

"It was a gift," Sam said and looked over his shoulder at her.

"From…?"

Sam knew immediately it was a question to see if this bottle was given to him by Emma and he shook his head with a smile. "From Oliver. It was a gift from Oliver."

"I'm not sure if that's better or worse."

Sam chuckled. "It was part of a joke gift basket he gave me for valentines a couple of years ago."

"What? Why?"

"Because I sent him a dozen roses the year before that."

"Is there something going on between you two I should know about?"

"Not anymore."

Andy laughed as she opened the bottle and poured some out onto her hand. She put the bottle aside and rubbed her hands together to warm them up then slowly started to massage his shoulders. Her hands moved in ever increasing circles over his shoulders then lower on his back to the scar from the stab wound.

The burn scars were nearly all gone, blister lines still remained and it was slightly redder than the rest of the skin on his back but it was a vast improvement. She rubbed her thumbs into his skin, letting her fingers trace softer circles where the blisters had been then as she reached lower to the stab wound she loosened her grip and gently stroked along the thin cut from one side of his back to the other.

"It's ok Andy. I'm not going to break."

His voice was soft and she was surprised to hear him speak her own thoughts.

"I was so scared…I thought, I thought you were going to die…"

"But I didn't."

She leaned forward and kissed his back, then wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. His hands clasped over hers and held her in place and it wasn't until he felt her shudder against him that he realised she was crying. Somehow he managed to turn about in the bath and lifted her into his lap. He cradled her in place and held her tightly, taking as much comfort from her in his arms as she took from being there.

After a few minutes she stopped crying but he continued to rock her back and forth, swaying in a gentle motion that made the water lap against her torso.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

She rolled her head up to look at him and smiled crookedly.

"I'm supposed to be asking you that question."

"Yeah but turnabout is fair game every once in a while."

She leaned up and kissed his jaw and he hugged her tighter then felt her shiver against him.

"Well either you are really turned on by my amazing hugs, and possibly the fact that you are naked in my bath with me….or you are cold."

Andy chuckled. "It is getting a bit cold."

"Say no more." He let her roll off his lap and stepped out of the bath then grabbed a couple of towels from the hotpress in the hallway. He patted himself dry then wrapped a towel around his waist then carried the other into her and held it out for her to step into. When she did he wrapped her in the fluffy towel then patted her dry too.

He took her by the shoulders and let her into the bedroom.

"You are staying right?" His posed the question so casually but she didn't miss the slight tremor or increase in pitch of his voice.

She smiled and nodded.

"Good." He seemed pleased with himself as he busied himself setting up the room. He closed over his curtains, lit the bed side lamp and pulled back the duvet then returned to her side. "Do you…um, do you need a night shirt?" he asked and this time his uncertainty was palpable.

Andy tugged on the knot in the towel between her breasts and let it fall to the floor. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. As his hands came around her back, hers tugged on the knot on his towel and dropped that to the floor too and was awarded immediately by his erection pressing into her stomach. Her hands pulled his hips closer and she pushed hers into him.

He groaned into her mouth and pulled her closer to him. He wanted to bend down and pick her up, pull her against him then throw her onto the bed but he didn't think his pain threshold would make that work. And above all else, he needed this to work.

So instead he turned her with him and walked backwards to the bed then let his knees buckle and dropped onto the mattress, pulling her with him. She landed on top of him with an oomph but hurriedly got back to kissing him. His hands traced lines on her back, curved along her ass then up her legs to her knees and back again.

Her hands played with the soft hair on his chest, pinched his nipples, made him gasp into her mouth and she smiled.

She sat up and Sam took the opportunity to move with her momentum and rolled her over onto her back and he on his side beside her.

"There…much better." One of her hands was flung over her head, her hair was fanned out, one leg hung down off the edge of the bed and the other was bent at the knee, her foot balanced on the edge of the mattress. He propped his head up with one arm and the other was draped loosely over her torso, his fingers drawing slow soft circles into her side.

He bent down and kissed her softly, kissed her lips, her jaw, her ears, her neck. Nipped her shoulders and her protruding clavicle bones then took one breast into his hand, massaged it then rasped his tongue across her nipple and suckled on it.

"Ohhhhhhh…" The sound came out of her throat but it seemed to emanate from the bottom of her toes.

"There it is," he muttered to himself as he reached over to pay attention to her other breast and see if he could elicit that same noise. This time the noise was less intelligible and satisfied him even more.

With his lips occupied by her sumptuous breasts, he moved his hand lower. He pushed her raised knee aside and dragged his fingers down her leg, barely touching her skin but leaving tickling trails in their wake. He cupped her gently and delighted in how wet she was already.

He lifted his head to look down at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and panting. Her breasts moved up and down with each breath she took and her torso shuddered as she quivered in pleasure at his very touch. His hand cupped her warm wet centre and he thought she never looked more beautiful.

He kept his eyes on her as he moved his hand against her and loved how her hips immediately responded. He slipped two fingers inside her and her eyes flew open. He caught them with his own and moved his hand as he stared at her. Their eyes locked. Her hips moved, his fingers slid in and out and all the while their eyes remained locked together.

Her gasps were more of an aphrodisiac than anything he had ever encountered and mixed in with her stare he found he couldn't wait anymore. He moved her legs aside, hovered over her, kept her eyes locked to his own then slowly slid inside her as deep as he could.

The sensation alone of that single stroke was almost his undoing and he had to look away, close his eyes and count to twenty before continuing.

"This will not be my finest hour…" he muttered through gritted teeth.

"Seems pretty good so far," She said and her breathless voice encouraged him to pull out and push back into her.

They both moaned, vocal, guttural moans that mixed together as he leaned down and kissed her. It was slow sensual sex which surprised him. He thought his first time with her would be wild ferocious sex, where his pants were around his ankles, his boots and shirt still on, her skirt hitched up to her hips, both of them too anxious to be together to be bothered with cumbersome clothing. Instead this was a soft slow rhythm. One he thought he could get lost in forever.

But when his arms started to shake, the tingling sensation started to flutter in his abdomen and he noticed she moved the angle of her ass beneath him to allow for deeper entry Sam knew this was it, this was the end, and he welcomed it. He slid one hand under her ass, pulled her against him as he drove into her. Her hands went to her breasts and kneaded them beneath him, her thumbs caressed her nipples and that as all Sam could take. With one more push he came hard and fast and felt his very core explode into a million hot pieces that seemed to pierce the skin all over his body.

He felt her quiver around him, heard her high pitched moans and saw her fingers grip tighter then relax and fall to her sides. Sam fell over her and they both panted without talking for a moment. Then he rolled off her and stared up at the ceiling.

"That was…" she began

"Yeah…" he agreed.

"Amazing."

"Incredible."

They both spoke at the same time then turned to look at each other and smiled.

"C'mere," he lifted his arm and she rolled into his side where he held her tight and kissed the top of her head. They lay like that for a while longer until she started to shiver from the cold.

He rolled her away and stood off the bed. Pulled back the duvet more and asked her to sit into the bed then climbed in beside her. He rolled onto his side, his back to her and reached over to turn off the light. She crawled up behind him to hold him close.

"I love being the little spoon," he admitted into the darkness as her arm came from behind to drape over his torso. He took her hand and held it close against his chest, then made room between his legs for her legs and pulled her tightly against his back. Her crotch against his ass, her beasts against his back and her lips against his neck. The trifecta of joy. He smiled at his own joke and she lifted her head to try and see him in the darkness.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, not one thing." He admitted as he held her close and kissed the palm of her hand. "I'm just very happy you are here."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, god no, this feels amazing. I never want you to move."

"Might be a bit tough to work if you have to give me a piggy back everywhere."

"Would be totally worth it."

An easy silence fell over both of them, their breathing the only sound in the still darkness of the night. After a few minutes Sam turned his head toward her but she didn't move.

"You asleep?" he whispered.

"Yes," came her soft reply. He chuckled then rolled over onto his other side so he was facing her.

"What's on your mind Sam?"

"I was just thinking about sex."

"Again? Already?" she mock sighed. "Okay if you must."

"No!" He was laughing but his hand was on her hip and stroked her skin in teasing circles and her hand was on his hip doing the same. "I was just thinking about all the different times I've thought about you, about sex with you-"

"You thought about that?"

"Yeah of course! Well, fantasized more like." He kissed her forehead. "I was just thinking about when I thought about having sex with you…I thought it would be different."

"What?" She leaned up on her elbow and looked down at him with a confused look.

"No, Andy," he laughed quietly and matched her pose as he leant up on his own elbow. "I don't mean to say it was bad, or anything, god no, It was amazing!" He pulled her against him into a hard kiss to reassure her. "What I'm trying to say is this was better than anything I ever imagined, anything I ever came up with or dared to think about."

Sated by his answer she melted against him and tangled her legs in his.

"So tell me…what did you think about?" She slid closer so the tips of her breasts brushed his chest and her crotch nestled against his and already she could feel his cock twitching against her.

"Everything…" he purposefully moved his cock against her. "But above all else, I wanted to hold you. I wanted to hold you in my arms, feel your skin against mine, from your lips to your toes." He kissed her softly, holding back his tongue from the lure of her mouth. This wasn't about seducing her, there would be time enough for that, this instead would be about holding her, feeling her body with his hands and having her hands roam all over his body.

He buried his head into her neck, circled her with his arms and held her close and relished in the feel of her hands roaming all over his back. And like this, he slept.

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Sam woke up in his bed alone. For a horrifying moment he thought he had dreamt it all. Thought it was another rampant daydream until he saw her clothing strewn across the chair by the window. Relief washed over him and he sank back into the fluffy pillows. He listened to the sounds of his apartment. No running water from the bathroom, no cooking noises from the kitchen, just silence. Sam got out of bed and pulled a pair of shorts from the drawer by the door. He slipped them on as he walked through the apartment and called out her name.

"Andy?"

But there was no response. He checked the living room, kitchen but she was nowhere to be seen. Confused now and starting to doubt if he had seen her clothing he went back to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Added ice from the freezer to his glass then filled it with tap water. He stood at the kitchen sink and guzzled his drink as he looked out the window, and smiled. She was lying face up on a soft blanket in the centre of his garden.

He carried the glass out to the garden and stood over her sleeping form. For a moment he just watched her. It looked like she had been wearing one of his shirts but had opened it, let the sides hang down and had pulled her arms out of the sleeves, leaving her lying naked on top of it. Her head was on its side, and her hair in a high ponytail.

He crouched down beside her and kissed her exposed shoulder. But she didn't rouse so with a wicked smile he put down his glass, fished out an ice cube and hovered it over her left nipple. It took only a few seconds for his hands to warm up the ice enough for a freezing drop of water to fall against her skin. No reaction. He moved it over to the other breast and let the same happen. This time her head rolled over to the other side. But she still didn't wake.

Bolder now, he lowered his head to lick the drips off her breast and the contrast of ice water and his lava hot tongue made her moan. He let the ice cube circle her taut nipple and followed the trace with his tongue and that finally got the reaction he was striving for.

"Ohhhhh!" He heard her moan and thought he would never tire of that sound.

"Morning," he said when she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Having fun?" she purred and curled her limbs in a lazy stretch.

"Yes, lots!" he looked her up and down unashamedly then without warning lowered the ice cube back to her skin and let it trail from her neck, to between her breasts to circle her belly button. She gasped at the sensation and arched her back. "Feel good?"

"Feels cold…"

"Oh, can't have that, let me warm that up for you…" He followed the trail he had made with the ice cube, with his tongue and manoeuvred his body so he was lying between her legs. "Better?"

"It's not bad," she challenged with a sly grin.

Sam rested his chin on her stomach and looked up at her smile. His hands were by her sides and he lifted them to touch her breasts. As if testing their weight he massaged them, loving the feel of her nipples growing taut in the centre of his warm palms. She inhaled sharply, bit her bottom lip and let her eyes closed over.

He lowered his head but kept his hands on her breasts. He kneaded them gently as he licked her pubic bone, mimicking the motions he had mad the night before but this time more focused on the task at hand than the means to an end.

She squirmed beneath his touch, her hips rolled from side to side as he lifted his face and blew cold air across the wet trails from his tongue.

"Ohhhhhh."

"Jeez Andy, that sound you make, it drives me crazy."

"It does?"

"Are you kidding me?" He lowered his face again and pressed his tongue flat against her.

"Ohhhhh."

He dragged his tongue from her core to the top of her pubic bone and she moaned along with the motion.

"That one." He looked up at her flushed face. Parted lips, half closed eyes and slow shaky breath. Sam moved her legs aside, shuffled lower to get better access then instead of having a flat tongue he pointed it and parted her wet lips in a slow sensual stroke, flicking her nub at the end. She jerked with the pleasurable explosion he caused and her hands moved, one behind her head and the other behind his.

He wanted to hear her moan like that again, needed to hear it, so he continued to stroke her with his tongue, each one just as slow and purposeful as the last and she continued to reward him with guttural moans. His hands still kneaded her breasts, his thumbs focused on her nipples.

When he heard the pace of her panting increase he moved one of his hands to slip beneath her ass to improve the angle, the other trailed down her torso to over her leg then as he moved his tongue from side to side in quick stroked over her clitoris he slid two fingers into her. She moaned, a different pitch this time, louder, stronger more needful and gripped his hair tighter.

He moved his fingers to match the quick paced rhythm of his tongue and she moved her hips in time against his face.

"Ohhhhhhh, Sam…yeah…"

Her voice was like manna and only encouraged him to keep going. His own erection was pressing into the hard ground but he didn't care if he ended up dry humping the fucking ground as long as she kept making the noises she was making. He chuckled at the thought and the vibrations lifted her up to the top of the crescendo she had been climbing. She arched her back, thrust her hips into his face and he felt her inner muscles stroking his fingers as she came hard, fast and loud around him. He tapered off the speed of his tongues movements and slowly slid his fingers out then with his tongue flat, he dragged it slowly across her core to her pubic bone. Then rested his chin there and watched her.

Andy had melted into a puddle of ecstasy on the blanket, her limbs too heavy to move and reach down to him. He basked in her joy for a moment longer then crawled up her body and hugged her to him. He kissed her neck where it met her shoulder then moved off her and lay on his belly beside her, his arms folded beneath his head and he watched her some more.

"So was that something you thought about? Before I mean." She said, her voice hoarse and quiet.

"Oh yeah. Many times. Many different ways."

She rolled her head to look at him and smile and as her eyes fluttered open to look at him, she was shocked by the bright red colour of the skin on his back.

"Oh Sam!" She sat up and reached her hand out to touch it and was shocked that it was burning hot. "Your back…"

"What?" He tried to turn to see what was there.

"Your back is all red. Shit the sun, you aren't supposed to expose your burns to the sun yet!"

"It's okay Andy, I'm fine," he said as he tried to lie back down on the blanket but she wasn't having any of it. She stood up and reached down for his hand to pull him up. He looked up at her standing naked before him and wondered not for the first time how he had gotten so lucky. He stood with her and they went inside. She had taken his shirt and slipped it on and buttoned up the centre buttons to keep it on her. The sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and she led him into the living room then pushed him down onto the couch.

"Okay, do you have any aloe vera cream?" Sam looked at her with only a confused look. "How about after sun?" He shrugged. "What about the prescriptions the docs gave you yesterday?" Sam shook his head. "Okay… hang on a sec."

She hurried into the kitchen and checked his cupboards for cold creams, something to sooth the burning in his back. But found nothing. She went to the fridge and grabbed the butter and returned to the couch where he laughed at the stick of butter in her hands.

"What exactly do you plan on doing with that?"

"Sam you have nothing else, I can't put ice water on it, it could make it worse. Your back is red hot… literally! This will have to do until I get the proper cream, now turn around." He loved the sight of her standing there in his own shirt the top curves of her breasts still visible along with her long legs. He turned and she kneeled on the couch behind him. She peeled back the paper on the stick of butter and gently rubbed it onto his back. "How does that feel?"

"Werid…really fucking weird."

"Tell you what though…"

"What?"

"You are going to taste great later on!" He laughed heartily at her and fell against the back of the couch clutching his side. "Okay, I'm going to run out to the pharmacy and pick up your prescriptions."

"No, don't do that!"

"Sam you need your pain pills and the creams for your back."

"Yeah but if you leave…" he turned to face her and pulled her down onto his lap. "It means you have to get dressed."

He kissed her neck.

"Then you'll just have to undress me when I get back. But I'm still going. Now unhand me!"

Andy squirmed off his lap and moved away from his outstretched hands and raced into the bedroom to dress. When she came down she saw he was still sitting on the couch and was leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees.

"You doin ok?"

"Yeah."

"It's getting a bit sore huh." She reached out and probed his back with her fingers and was surprised at the heat being generated there.

"Little."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

After the door closed behind her, Sam stood up and brought the butter back into the kitchen. He thought he would never again be able to look at the butter in his fridge again without thinking of the morning just passed. He busied himself by tidying up the remains of the party from the cluttered kitchen and toyed with the idea of getting dressed but decided against it. He wanted to hold her to her word. He wanted to undress her when she came back and he didn't want her discouraged her by having more clothes on than when she left.

It felt like longer than it actually was by the time she came back. She opened the door and was surprised by him standing right inside it and more so when he pounced. He grabbed her arms and took the bag out of her hand and dropped it to the ground. He kicked the door closed and kissed her gruffly.

"That was too long." He reached up and started to unzip her coat. He kept kissing her as he pulled it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She had kept his shirt on but had it buttoned up and tucked it into her jeans. "And you are wearing too much clothes." He tugged on her jeans, unfastened them then dropped them to the ground, pulling back enough to let her toe off her sneakers and step out of them. Then he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again. "Better." He muttered against her lips and smiled.

"How is your back?"

"Fine." He walked backwards with her still in his arms to the couch then lay down and tried to pull her down on top of him.

"No." She resisted. "Bedroom. Now!" She walked away from the couch, to where he had dropped the prescriptions bag and bent over to pick it up. He watched her with a crooked smile, loving the glimpse of her ass as she bent over and realised that she wasn't wearing any panties. He looked up to her breasts and realised she wasn't wearing a bra either.

Sam pushed himself up off the couch and walked over to where she was waiting. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom and was pleasantly surprised to see that he had tidied. The bedroom floor was free of the clothing they had left cluttered there. The bed was made, the curtains drawn and a window was left open to let in some fresh air.

"Lie down on your front." She commanded and he did. He folded a pillow under his head and held it in place with folded arms. He crossed his legs at the ankles and looked back at her. She walked across the room and emptied the bags contents out onto the dresser. She grabbed two items then stood at the end of the bed and looked down at him. "This…is going to feel…" she said as she stepped onto the edge of the bed and threw one of her legs over him to straddle his ass and reached out to touch his back. "Oh wait… that butter is going to stop the cream from soaking in."

"Really?"

"Yeah…hang on a sec." She hopped off him and he missed her immediately. She was in the bathroom and he smiled at the sound of her running a bath. Hoping beyond hope he would have enough hot water. She pottered around his flat and he was unsure of what she was doing but after a few minutes she came back in and tapped him on the shoulder. "C'mon."

She walked out and he swiftly followed. The bath was ready, a few bubbles, no candles and no steam.

"Its not cold is it?"

"No," she chuckled. "I spoke to the pharmacist. He said that a tepid bath would help your skin."

"To wash off the butter you already smeared there?"

"No, I didn't tell him about the butter!" she swatted his ass and turned away to get a towel from the hotpress and when she got back he was already in.

"Joining me?" He held his hand out to her but she declined.

"No, now lean forward." Andy sat on the closed toilet by the bath and had a soft sponge in her hand. Sam leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his knees loosely. Andy dipped the sponge into the water and rubbed his back with the soapy bubbles. She squeezed the water down over his back from the top of his shoulders and followed the trail to the top of his ass. The redness on his skin had gone down a good bit but he still looked really raw and tender. She let her hands lather the bubbles in then washed them away with the sponge and water.

"You know how you said you were thinking about…me. About sex. I mean about the sex with me."

Sam smiled and looked over his shoulder and nodded.

Andy blushed under his stare but she had started now and wanted to finish. "Well, you weren't the only one."

"Really?" Sam half turned towards her but wasn't able to get comfy so he pushed back and leaned against the sloping wall at the end of the bath.

"Yeah, this, just here, this reminded me."

"Bathing me?" He spoke softly and was all of a sudden all too aware of the hand she had with the sponge that was under the water, dangerously close to his crotch.

"Yeah, well no, the other way round."

"Really? Tell me about it." His voice was barely a whisper.

"I was in the bath, and you were bathing me." She shrugged. "That was it."

"Sounds pretty good."

"Well, another time, because first for you we need to get this cream into your back, the butter should be all gone now so get out and meet me in the bedroom."

She stepped away from the bath and dried her arm with a towel then left the room. Again he heard her pottering around the flat. He got out of the tepid water, dried himself off and tossed the towel over the shower curtain rail, then strolled into his bedroom and found a pair of boxer briefs. By the time he slid them on and was lying again face down on the bed she was back. Without hesitation she climbed over him and straddled his ass again. He relished the sensation of her naked crotch against his ass and inadvertently clenched his ass in response.

"Stop it Swarek!" She playfully slapped the back of his head making him laugh. "Right the pharmacist says to put this cream on twice a day, morning and night. Says here I need to rub it in as deeply as I can, so this might hurt a bit."

"I can take it McNally."

She squeezed a dollop of the cream along his spine and carefully pushed it around his skin. She let her thumbs do most of the work, at first slow soft circles that tickled more than anything else, but soon she found her thumbs pressing harder into his back, massaging deeper.

"Still ok?"

"Mmmm-hmm."

Her hands felt amazing on his back and whatever tingling pain was there before was rapidly evaporating.

"Okay that should do it." The circles her hands were making became soft and teasing. "Feel any better."

"More than you can imagine."

"You need to keep it covered when you are in the sun."

"Sorry, I wasn't really thinking about that when I went out this morning."

"Well you need to." She caressed his back with her hands, palms flat against his skin. He let his eyes close over and enjoyed the sense of her focusing on touching him. "Want me to stop? Have you had enough?"

"Not even close McNally!"

"Good." He heard some rattling of paper and tried to look over his shoulder to see what she was doing but before he could see anything he was met by this blast of freezing cold in the centre of his back between his shoulders and as soon as it was there, it was gone.

"Jesus! What is that?" He lifted himself slightly off the bed and turned to see her sucking on a blue Popsicle. "Where did you get that?"

Andy smiled around the pop, then shrugged, slid it out of her mouth and traced his spine with it from his neck to his boxers. Sam moaned with the cold sensation and again when she licked up the trail of blue melted water along his spine.

"Turnabout is fair game…" she muttered against his neck, repeating the words he had spoken to her the night before.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah so hush!" She traced the pop in patterns around his back and followed it with her tongue then she lifted her body off him and urged him to roll over so she could do the same to his front. And she was only a little surprised by the erection that she felt when she straddled him again. She glanced at him with an arched eyebrow and he smiled.

"What do you expect!" he said with a laugh as he locked his fingers behind the back of his head. "You can't do that with your tongue and not expect a reaction."

"Wait till you see what else I can do." She suckled on the pop, turned it in circles in her mouth making it numb her lips and tongue then slowly slid it out of her mouth making him wish her lips were wrapped around him instead.

She lowered her head, sucked one of his nipples into her mouth and licked it. The cold sensation mixed with her warm breath made him moan. She sat up and suckled the pop again then leaned down to torment his other nipple. All the while her crotch pressed teasingly into his.

"Andy…" he warned her.

"What?" she was sucking on the pop again, her fingers played with the cuff of his briefs. She pulled on the elastic and snapped it back against his stomach. "Oh, sorry, I was hogging it all…did you want some?" She slid the pop out from the circle of her lips painfully slowly and held it out to him over his chest. He dragged his eyes from her mouth to the pop then back again and his cock twitched. A few drops from the pop fell on to his chest. "Oh, clumsy me." She leaned down to lick them off, lifted her ass off his crotch a little then when she finished licking dropped down onto him purposefully.

"Oh god Andy!" He buckled beneath her, tried to sink lower into the mattress to give his crotch some breathing room but it was no use. She was like liquid, moved against him, found every crevice he needed her to be in.

She was almost finished the pop. Sam watched her lips circle around it, saw her tongue appear to nestle it in her mouth, lick it from bottom to top. Her lips were turning blue to match the colour of the pop as she slid it in and out in smooth motions and her hips started to role forward and back in the same rhythm.

Sam closed his eyes, rolled his own hips against hers. Without realising it she had stopped eating the pop, leaned over him and rubbed it against his lips. Then kissed him. Her frozen lips and tongue pressed against his burning mouth. Half of him wanted to pull his hands out from behind his head, grab her against him, roll her over and push his cock so far into her he wasn't sure he'd ever get it back out…but the other half loved how she was controlling this, driving this, making him feel more aroused than he could ever remember.

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore she sat back, shimmied off him and knelt beside his hips slipped the pop into her mouth and bit the rest of the ice off the stick. She rolled it round her mouth as she hooked her fingers into his briefs and pulled them off him. He lifted his ass to help her and watched as she smiled at him with blue lips then lowered her head, took the base of his cock in the circle of her hand and took him in her cold wet mouth completely then sucked on him as she slid it out.

"Jesus!" he sat up and leaned back on his hands, his head fell back between his shoulders and his hips jerked against her. "Holy shit Andy…"

"Sorry…" she looked at him with a wicked grin and repositioned herself so she was kneeling on the ground at the foot of the bed. She tugged on his legs so he shimmied down the bed until his feet could reach the ground. He was still sitting, needing to see this, needing to see her hair on his thighs, her lips on his cock, her head moving in that insatiable rhythm against him.

And just like he imagined it, her hair fell about her face, tickled his thighs, one of her hands held his cock in place, circled the base, her fingers ticking his pubic hairs, the other hand cupped his balls, massaged them softly. Her lips kissed the tip of his cock and her tongue came out and licked the top of it just like he saw her with the pop. She licked the shaft from the base to tip, circled the top with her tongue, her lips, and then sucked him in entirely.

He inhaled a breath with every stroke she made and only lifted his head to look at her when she released him. He looked down at her, watched as she looked up at him with a smile, then lowered her head and took one of his balls into his mouth and licked her tongue against it, then did the same with the other one. After releasing him she leaned back and blew cold air over him.

"Jesus…" his hands gripped the blanket on the bed. "Andy…"

"Hmmm?" she looked up to him again, saw his face contorted in his effort to keep his composure. "Sorry Sam, is this too much? Want me to pare it back a bit?"

He looked down at her. She was sitting back on her haunches on the floor between his legs. She was wearing nothing but one of his shirts but it was loosely buttoned and he could see her breasts. She smiled up at him, bit the corner of her lip and caught his eyes. He moved his hands to capture her shoulders and pull her up onto her knees so he could kiss her. It wasn't enough to kiss her, feel her next to him around him he needed to be inside her. But before he could pull her onto the bed, onto his lap, onto his erection she pushed him back and broke their kiss.

"I'm not finished."

"Andy, please!"

"Begging already Sam?" she teased as her hands trailed up his legs to her inner thighs. "So early for that!"

"I'm not begging I just want…I just want you."

"Want me to what?" she whispered as she lowered her head again and blew hot breath across his crotch making him inhale sharply.

"I want you Andy, I just want- Ohhhhhhh." As he was speaking she sucked him into her mouth and moaned along with him causing reverberations to shimmer through his whole body. One of her hands caressed his leg, his inner thigh, circled the base of his cock and moved with her mouth up and down his shaft.

The other hand massaged his balls, matching the rhythm of her mouth. He was close, very close, He buried one of his hands in her hair, brushed it off her face, so he could see her lips circling him and helped her keep rhythm. She was speeding up, causing him to lose focus and just when he thought it could get any better, or last any longer she simultaneously hummed around his cock, sucked on the upstroke and gently tugged down on his balls, causing a massive explosion of pleasure only matched by her guttural groan. Every muscle in his body became rigid and she slowly suckled him until he finished and he dropped back onto the bed behind him in a melted pile of the man he used to be.

She released him from her mouth, moved her hands to his thighs and sat back onto her haunches. She took a few deep breaths to steady her rapidly beating heart then climbed up onto his lap and leaned over him, a hand on either side of his head.

"Something like that?" She whispered into his ear then kissed his tenderly.

"Hmm?"

"What you imagined, with me…something like that?"

"Andy…I could never…have dreamed…it would be…this good…"

She smiled in triumph and rolled off him. She got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She splashed water on her face, brushed her teeth with his toothbrush rinsed and returned to the bedroom where she found he hadn't moved an inch.

"Hey, sleepy."

"Hmmmm."

"C'mon, get up," She ruffled his hair as she looked around for her clothes then realised they were strewn around the hallway inside the front door. "Time for food…I'm starving!"

"Really? But you just had that icepop!"

"Sam! Get up!" she pulled on his arm and he sat up but rather than stand he pulled her close and hugged her. His arms wrapped around her waist and his head was pressed into her stomach. He held her like that for the longest moment then slowly released her and stood up.

"You'll be the death of me." He spoke as his lips pressed into hers.

She smiled against his kiss. "Well before that happens, let's get some food."

Sam got up, found a fresh pair of boxer briefs and a pair of shorts. Pulled on a clean tee and followed her downstairs. He found her dressing in the kitchen, fastening her jeans and searching for her bra.

"Did you see my bra? What happened to it?"

"Ummm…" He thought of everything that had happened in the last hours since everyone left his welcome home BBQ and he recalled kneeling before her in the bathroom as she was wearing only her bra and panties. "I think you left it in the bathroom. And if you did, I hung it on the radiator in there."

She looked at him and smiled. "Get the breakfast goin." She hurried out of the room to find the rest of her clothes and wash up when she returned he had made some poached egg and bacon.

They ate in companionable silence on the breakfast bar and when they were both done Sam took their plates and washed up as she finished her juice and watched him.

"Hey Sam."

"Hmmm?"

"What happened between you and Emma?"

Sam didn't respond but kept washing the dishes until they were finished and she began to think he hadn't heard her. Then as he drained the sink and dried off his hands he came to sit at her side and watched her for a moment longer.

"We didn't work out."

"Why?"

Sam shrugged. "I didn't feel about her the way I…should have."

Andy seemed satisfied with that answer, which surprised him. He thought he was in for a longer interrogation.

"What about you and that guy you were seeing…what was his name?"

"Oh, yeah, no that was just, um, that was just a fling!" she took the tie from around her wrist and fixed her hair into a tangled ponytail to busy her hands and her focus. "You know, relieve the tension."

"Who was he?"

"Some guy, I met him in a club."

"Don't you know who he was?" Sam teased seeing the blush creep up her neck and noticed she was avoiding his eyes. "Don't you know his name?" He said, mock shock in his voice.

"Of course I do!"

"Well?"

She looked up at him and caught him trying to hold back his smile. "It was Samuel alright! His name was Samuel…Sam!"

She did take a moment of delight in the look of shock in his face as she brushed past him to rinse her juice glass over the sink. By the time she was finished he was outright laughing. She cocked her head at him and folded her arms across her chest.

"Sorry Andy, sorry! But that's just too funny."

"What's so funny about that?" It's a common name Sam, about 28% of the population have that name."

"Did you look it up?" He laughed even harder. "That's just adorable!" He came around the breakfast bar and tried to hug her but she kept her arms folded in front of her "Sorry Andy but…it makes me feel good. To know that every day when I was thinking about you," he bent at the knees to put their heads at a level height, put two fingers under her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Thinking about pulling you into my arms, thinking about kissing you, touching you, fucking you, you were doing the same for me."

Andy smiled and loosened her arms to encircle his neck and kissed him. He deepened the kiss, straightened his knees and pulled her up with him so she could perch on the counter. Her legs came around his waist and she pulled him in closer. He moved his hands to her jeans, unfastened them as quick as his fingers would allow and all of a sudden this sense of familiarity washed over him. Not because he had done this before, not because he had slept with Andy before but because he had imagined this so often, every detail was so vivid in his head that it was all so very familiar.

He lifted her ass and stepped back to pull them down off her along with the pair of his boxers he noticed she was wearing.

"What! I didn't bring any spare ones, I wasn't expecting to stay over."

"Yeah right," he stepped back into the circle of her legs and without hesitation he pulled open his own jeans and let them drop to his knees. He slid her to the edge of the counter, and slipped into her in one smooth motion. He pulled out and slipped in again. She crossed her ankles behind her back to feel more connected as he drove into her, harder and faster than before. She leaned back against the wall behind them and he leaned forward, reached out a hand and braced himself off that same wall. His other hand pressed into the small of her back and pumped her along with his thrusts. It didn't take long, and considering everything they had gotten up to already, he was surprised he was able to manage even this.

When she started to moan, started to quiver he thanked all the gods that were listening. He removed his hand from the wall, and reached down to touch her, encircled her nub and gently pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and that's when she made that noise.

That guttural moan of ecstasy when she came, that was somehow connected to his penis, somehow controlling his penis, and he lost it. He pumped into her twice more, the last one leaving him spent.

"Jesus McNally…" he leaned over her and kissed her neck then stepped back to pull up his pants. He helped her off the counter and watched as she shimmied into her pants again. This is getting ridiculous." He hugged her close. "One of us is going to get injured."

Andy laughed against him. "What's up old man? Can't keep up?"

"Can't keep up? I'll show you!"

"Really?" she asked sceptically.

"Yeah…just not right now." He kissed her jaw line. "Later though…just you wait." He kissed her ear lobe. "It's going to be amazing."

She laughed against him and hugged him close. They stood in the kitchen and swayed gently from side to side and after a moment he led her into the living room. He sat into the couch and pulled her down with him. Then reached for the remote and flicked on the TV. He didn't care what was on, he was just content to hold her in his arms. She stroked his arm that was around the top,of her shoulders, tickling the hairs there and he kissed the top of her head. When she fell asleep he held her tighter. He rolled down the volume on the TV to help her sleep and just lay there with her.

It was everything he wanted at that very moment. He hugged her tightly, pressed a kiss into her head again and let his head fall back against the cushion. Moments later he was asleep too, and they both lay like that, bodies, arms and legs entangled as if they never wanted to be released.

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A/N: and there you have it. I rewarded your patience with a Bumper finale episode that frankly is just pure gratuitous smut. I should have ended it after the welcome home BBQ but where is the fun in that? Besides I think I owed you guys for my emma ruse in the first chapter. I really hope you enjoyed this one, it was great craic to write.

Now...what will I write about next? Any and all ideas welcome into my PM inbox.