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Sometimes he wonders if they're dating.
To an outsider looking in, it would definitely seem that way. Sure, he's never actually taken her out on a real date, but still- a lot has changed.
For as much as she didn't want to sleep over before, she's been falling asleep in his arms kind of regularly. And she's been kissing him goodbye recently, which is something she never did before. She's actually been doing a lot of the whole kissing him for no reason thing. He wonders if she even notices, but he's definitely not planning on pointing it out because he really doesn't want it to stop.
And then there was the whole thing with the orange juice. She had been whining that he didn't have orange juice at his place, so when she noticed that he had stocked his fridge with her favorite brand, she got this amazing grin on her face and kissed him, hard. Then, she pushed his boxers down his legs, got on her knees and took his entire cock in her mouth. He's not sure why the fact that he bought her favorite orange juice would result in such a reaction, but after that, he made sure he always had it in his fridge.
Actually, there have been a couple incidents like that recently.
There was that episode at the Penny just last week. This random woman had been chatting him up for all of thirty seconds before Andy came over with claims that they needed to discuss a case. When they got outside and he asked her what she wanted to talk about, she chuckled, rolled her eyes, grabbed his hand, pulled him in the back seat of the truck and fucked him right then and there. Lucky for them, he has tinted windows in the back.
Oh and then there was the time she overheard Jerry trying to set him up with some detective he knows from 27th Division. He politely declined and was halfway through his shower at the station when she hopped right in and broke the no sex at work rule once again.
And then just last week, he showed up at her place and she answered the door in nothing but this insanely sexy lingerie. He was already speechless, but then she sort of implied that she specifically bought it because she knew he'd like it, and yeah, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to speak again. She had never gotten dressed up for him before- not like that. It meant something, right? Buying lingerie and strutting around your apartment in it is something you would only do for a guy you're dating, not just some guy you've been screwing, right?
Oh and she's been keeping a toothbrush at his place. It's only a plastic one you get from the dentist, so it's possible he's reading too much into it, but ever since she asked if he had a spare toothbrush a few weeks ago, she's been keeping it in his toothbrush holder.
And they've been spending a lot of time together off shift. Mostly in bed, but still. They've made dinner together a few nights and gotten take out more times than he can count. And they've hung out at his place and watched the game. Sure, they never hang out without having sex or at least doing… something, but he just holds onto the fact that this is so much different than last time. Before, they never really hung out after sex and now they almost always did. Yeah, everything is so much different than it used to be and so, he's convinced himself that this is slowly turning into something more.
He even went with her to look at condos. Sure, maybe she just needed a ride, but he likes to think that a part of her wanted him there- wanted his opinion.
And it's not as though she's seeing anyone else. At least, that he knows of. But surely, he would know if she was. Right?
He really wants to ask her what this is, but he knows he won't. At least not now. He doesn't want to scare her away. Plus, he's kind of worried that if he points out everything that's changed between them, she'll pull way back. And it still hasn't been that long since her breakup with Luke.
That's the other thing. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried that this is just some kind of rebound. I mean, he's not naïve enough to dismiss the fact that it started out that way - her simply wanting to forget and just feel better, but again, he's just hoping that it's started to turn into more over the past few weeks.
He wonders what she would say if he asked her out to dinner. She'd probably freak the fuck out.
Yeah, he's just got to ride this thing out for a while. He just really wishes he knew what she was thinking. He just wants to know that she'll come around eventually. Because as much as he is enjoying every second he spends with her, he really does want more. He wants to take her out on a real date- lots of real dates. He wants to wake up next to her every single morning. He wants to be able to kiss her and touch her whenever he wants, no matter where they are or who is watching. He wants all of her all of the time. He wants to know that she's his. He wants everyone else to know that she's his.
It's just that… he's pretty sure that he's really falling for her. And as much as that absolutely terrifies the shit out of him, he just… he doesn't want it to stop. Not when there's still hope that she could feel the same way… even if it's not right now.
As long as there's hope, he'll wait it out.
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"So… how was your day?" He asks as he watches her throw on one of his t-shirts.
"Good… it's kind of nice getting some fresh air… riding horses," she tells him.
"You thinking about joining the horse police, McNally?" He teases.
"Mmm… I don't think so… I kind of suck at riding," she admits.
"You got a pretty good time," he reminds her.
"Yeah, well… someone may have altered my time to make it better," she confesses with a shy smile.
"What?" He asks, obviously confused.
"The cop who was training us… He gave me a better time," she explains.
"Why would he do that?" He asks.
"He was buttering me up so I'd say yes when he asked me out," she shrugs.
His mouth goes dry at her confession, but he does his best to school his features. A knot starts forming in his stomach as he thinks about someone else asking her out and what her answer might have been.
"So, uh… Did it work?" He probes, hoping he doesn't sound too curious.
"Hm?" She asks.
"Buttering you up… Did it work?" He elaborates, trying not to divulge how absolutely disgusted he is by the sheer thought of her going out with another man.
"Oh, uh, no. No, it didn't… I'm just… I'm not ready to date… Especially not cops," she adds.
He nods as he tries not to react. "Yeah, makes sense," he tells her. Suddenly, his mind is racing. He's going through every word spoken between them, every moment spent together, every piece of evidence he was sure pointed to the fact that whatever it was between them was heading somewhere. Was he misreading all of the signs? Was he just seeing what he wanted to see? Maybe this really was nothing more than sex and friendship. Maybe he's just imagining everything else.
She offers a smile and that's when he decides he needs to get out of there.
"Well, uh… I better get going… Got work in the morning," he says, while getting out of her bed.
"Oh. Okay… I was going to make some dinner if you're hungry," she offers.
"No thanks," he declines, while he slips on his boxers and then his jeans. "Can I, uh… Can I have my shirt?" He asks, gesturing towards her.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," she says, before lifting it over her head.
He tries not to look, but he can't help it. She's naked and she's… God, she's sexy.
She tosses the shirt at him, before she begins searching her room for her clothes. He forces himself to look away and throws his shirt on.
"Have you seen my jacket?" He asks.
"I think I threw it by the couch," she informs him, gesturing outside of her bedroom.
He nods and leaves her to go find it. Sure enough, it's lying on the floor beside the couch.
He takes a deep breath and wonders if he should just sneak out the door. Eventually, he convinces himself to go back into her bedroom and say goodbye. He's not sure if he's actually being discrete, but he doesn't want to bring any more attention to the fact that her declaration back there is having such an effect on him.
He walks back to her bedroom and sees her bending over to peek under the bed. She's wearing nothing but her bra and a really tiny thong, which is making all of this extremely difficult. She hears him come into the room and stands up while turning to look at him. He walks over to her and pulls her flush against his body as his fingers graze her sides. She slips her hand around the back of his head and stands on her toes as she pulls him in for a kiss. She keeps his head there, refusing to let him pull away, as she deepens the kiss. And as much as he needs to get out of there, he's okay to get lost in her for a moment.
When they finally pull away, she shoots him a smile and presses her lips against him one more time in a simple, quick kiss.
"See you tomorrow," she says with a whisper.
"Yeah, goodnight," he tells her, before turning around and leaving.
It's the look on his face that has her following him. As hard as it is to read him just about… always, she is pretty sure she knows why he's rushing out. She knows she shouldn't have said that thing about cops, but to be honest, she didn't think it would affect him like this. And as scary as it is, she decides she just can't let him leave like this.
"Sam, wait," she calls after him, still wearing nothing but her bra and underwear.
He turns around and finds her coming after him. "Yeah?" He asks, trying to only look at her face instead of all of the other places he'd really like to look.
She steps right up into his personal space and wraps her arms around his neck again. "Listen, what I said before… About dating… I- I just…"
"Andy, it's okay," he assures her.
"No, I just… I'm really happy with the way things are right now and I… I think that's all I can handle for the moment, you know? I mean, I've made so many mistakes when it comes to dating and I… I'm not sure I can really trust my own judgment right now… So, no matter how amazing I think someone is and no matter how sure I am about them, I'm just… I'm going to overthink and have doubts because of… because of everything that's happened and that wouldn't be fair to the guy, you know? I just… I have some stuff I need to work out before I start actually dating again… but when I do, I wouldn't be opposed to that person being a cop," she explains. She knows that he deserves an explanation that isn't so vague, but right now, this is all she can offer. She just hopes that, for the moment, this is enough.
He nods along with her words, accepting her explanation and actually feeling a hundred pounds lighter. "Okay," he tells her.
"So, if you need to go, I get it, but… you can stay if you want," she says with a shrug. "I have all the ingredients for pizza," she informs him with a smile.
"I love pizza," he beams.
"I know," she says, mirroring his expression before leaning in for a kiss.
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"How long is that going to be in the oven?" He asks, while placing his hands on her hips as his fingers graze under the hem of her oversized Maple Leafs shirt. Despite his protests, she insisted that it was dangerous for her to cook in a bra and panties. Eventually they agreed on a compromise. She would only put on a shirt and he would change back into his t-shirt and boxers.
"Twenty minutes," she replies, inching closer to him.
"Well, I guess we better hurry," he says suggestively.
She giggles, wraps her arms around his neck and leans in to give him a kiss. The second their lips meet, he cups her ass and lifts her up. She wraps her legs around him and allows him to carry her to the couch. Eventually, they end up with him lying on the couch and her straddling his lap.
As their tongues continue to clash, their hands thoroughly explore each other. Within seconds, her bra and t-shirt are in a pile on the floor and she is lifting his shirt over his head. His hands immediately begin massaging her breasts, while she places kisses up and down his throat.
When she feels him getting hard against her, she lets out a moan and immediately begins circling her hips, giving them both some much needed friction. They let out a groan at the same time as Andy continues teasing him with her movements.
"Andy…" he growls.
She giggles and gives him a quick kiss before hopping off his lap, pulling his boxers down his legs and tossing them to the side and then doing the same with her underwear. She gets right back on his lap and his hands instinctively pull her down for a kiss. His tongue caresses hers as she runs her hand along his hard cock before guiding herself onto him. They're both groaning as she slowly takes him inside her. Once he's completely filling her up, she begins slowly rocking her hips while running her hands along his chest and lazily kissing him.
After a few minutes, she pulls back and braces herself with her hands on his chest. They lock eyes as she starts to bounce up and down on him. His hands immediately rest on her waist as he helps her go up and down.
"Oh… Oh Fuck," she moans. The expression on her face is insanely hot. He'll never get tired of seeing her with that look on her face. Eyes closed, chin in the air and teeth digging into her lip. That look of pure pleasure. And then the way her breasts are bouncing up and down. Yeah, he really cannot get enough of it.
When he bends his knees, she lets out a hard gasp. He's suddenly hitting her at the perfect angle and she can't stop the noises coming out of her mouth. "God, Sam," she whimpers in between the breathy moans coming out of her mouth.
She changes the tempo and starts riding him much faster. At the same time, he starts rocking his hips, which she immediately encourages. "God, I love when you do that," she moans.
Her breathing starts to quicken and he knows she's close, so he reaches down and runs his thumb along her clit, causing her to get much louder.
"Sam… Sam… Oh God," she moans. And just a minute later, she's twitching all around him, causing him to spill inside of her soon after.
She rests her head against his shoulder and continues to circle her hips, allowing them to slowly come down from their orgasms. Once their breathing has regulated she lifts her head and presses her lips against his.
When the oven timer goes off a moment later, she pulls away and smiles at him. "Perfect timing," she quips.
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Well, there is another chapter! Hope everyone enjoyed!
Sadly, this story is actually coming to an end pretty soon. I know! Probably only two more chapters, possibly three.
BUT I have been toying around with starting another story that is very similar to this one. I actually got the idea when I was writing this and reading all of your reviews. Of course, no one liked the fact that Andy and Luke were together (me either!), but the premise of this story was to follow the show's storylines exactly, but with the idea of Sam and Andy secretly having sex. So, I started thinking about doing a story where I'd loosely follow storylines for the first two seasons, but from the perspective of Sam and Andy secretly being together. Basically, major events from the show would still happen, but they would not happen in the same way. For example, Andy would still kill someone, she would still get trapped in the laundromat, she would still work undercover as a waitress, but everything else would be different. Their reactions to these events, what happens during and after these events, etc. Am I making any sense at all? I'm not sure if I am, but hopefully you get the gist of it. It's basically – what would the show have looked like if Sam and Andy never disregarded that night in the parking lot?
Anyway, anyone care to see a story like that? Let me know.
And also, please let me know what you thought of this latest chapter!
Thanks!
