AN: One thing led to another and this extra long chapter happened. So, uh, yeah. Here you go!
After Sam and Andy walked into his apartment, Boo ran to his bed and Andy surprised Sam with a kiss. The car ride over was quiet, but charged, and the walk to his door was rushed. He was planning on taking things slow once they got inside, but, apparently, she had another idea. When his leather jacket landed on the floor and his back hit the wall, he couldn't restrain himself any longer.
His fingers ran over the buttons of her coat, undoing each one quickly, and his hands went underneath to pull her closer. She let go of him long enough to push the heavy wool off her shoulders and kick it to the side with his own jacket. All the while, they never stopped kissing. But, when her hands landed on either side of his face and his grasped her hips, he dragged his lips away from hers and watched her come out of her spell.
Sam smiled at her and she ran her hands down to rest on his chest. "You, uh, you've got to give a guy a little warning," he teased, trying to catch his breath. Andy laughed self consciously and started to back away, so he held her hips tighter and pulled her back into his body—even closer than she had been before.
"I've wanted to do that for weeks," she admitted quietly and Sam nodded. He rubbed circles over the small of her back, underneath the cotton of her shirt, and he felt her shiver against his rough palm.
He smiled at her, kissed her lightly, and asked, "Do you want to come to Oliver's party tonight? With me?"
"I don't know," she said, her face changing from sated to hesitant. "I mean, I like hanging out with you and Oliver and Jerry, but the last party I went to with all of you didn't end up all that great."
"Mike shouldn't be there," Sam told her and she shrugged. "But I'll be there," he said with a smirk and she smiled. "And, uh, you don't know this, but I'm really good at the Irish goodbye."
"Already planning your exit and you haven't even made it to the party, yet?" She asked, rubbing both of her hands up and down his chest. He liked the feel of her in his arms and against his body. It was the longest she'd been there and it was a completely new feeling when they weren't actually connected by the lips. It was comfortable, almost natural.
"I just have to go and make an appearance," he said with a small shrug. "Make sure both Oliver and Zoe see me with a drink and then I can leave. We can leave."
"I don't have anything to wear," she reminded him, looking down at her outfit. "What are you wearing?"
"You'll see," he smiled and she laughed. When she kissed him, he kissed back harder and walked her backward toward his couch.
"Okay," Andy said, sitting back on his outstretched legs. She laughed at his still parted lips and closed eyes and leaned over to kiss him again. "Seriously," she said, crawling off of him, "I need to borrow some boxers and a button-up shirt."
"Excuse me?" He asked, standing with her. He reached for his shirt on the floor and pulled it over his head. Andy used it to pull him closer to her.
"I need a pair of boxers and a shirt," she said slowly and he just narrowed his eyes at her. "If you want me to go to this party with you, I need a costume."
"I don't understand how either of those things will make you a costume," he said before kissing her neck. She rolled her eyes and pushed him away gently.
"It's not the best costume in the world, but it's something," she shrugged when he was looking at her again.
"What is it?" He asked, fingering the hem of her shirt. He raked his eyes from her shirt to her face and his eyes narrowed even more. "And how did I end up without my shirt and you remained perfectly clothed?"
"I'm smarter than you are?" She asked and he smiled tightly. She laughed at him and he kissed her. "And it's the walk of shame."
"What?" He asked, eyes wide and she laughed again. He licked his lips and scratched the back of his head like he was trying hard not to imagine her before having to do a walk of shame.
"The costume, Sam," she said, pulling him back to reality, and he nodded slowly. "It's all I can think of at the last minute. I mean, I know it's not great, but at least it's a costume."
"You want to go as the walk of shame for Halloween?" He asked, rubbing his hands up and down both of her arms.
"No," she insisted. "I don't want to go as anything, but I can't go to a Halloween party without some sort of costume. Are you ever going to tell me what you're wearing?"
"Oh, you can be my partner," he said, letting go of her. She watched him go into his kitchen and rummage around one of his drawers before following him and propping herself onto one of the counters.
"Okay," she said slowly as he continued to fumble. "Now what are you doing?"
"Do you have a blazer or something?" He asked, coming out with a roll of tinfoil. "And your own button down shirt?"
"Yes, but what are you getting at, Swarek?" She asked, kicking him lightly in his side, and he stepped between her knees and kissed her. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"I'm going as a detective," he explained when she loosened her grip on him. His eyes shown like a child's and his hands splayed under her shirt. "You can be my partner."
"Wow," she said, letting her limbs fall away from his body. He still held onto her and she felt suddenly cornered—like he had just suggested a couple's costume. She didn't know how to tell him without sounding terrified or accusatory, but Sam Swarek didn't seem like a couple's costume type of guy. Andy was not a couple's costume type of girl. Her mind was reeling and she felt Sam's hand stiffened when he realized what he had just proposed.
"Not like- like that," he insisted, moving his hands from her bare skin to her lower thighs. "It's easy, you know? I'm not very into costumes either, so I'm wearing this and making a fake badge with this," he said holding up the tinfoil.
Her face softened and she wrapped her legs around him again. Couple costumes weren't Andy McNally's thing, especially when she wasn't technically part of a couple, but if it got them in and out of a party he needed to be at, she wouldn't mind all that much.
"Okay," she nodded, running her hand down the back of his head. His hair was much softer than she could have imagined. It made her want to keep her hands in it for hours. "Good idea."
Sam narrowed his eyes and she squeezed her legs tighter and kissed him. "Okay," he said uncertainly. She smiled and gently pushed him back so she could slide down to the floor. "What are you doing?" He asked when she started walking toward her coat on the floor.
"I have to get ready," she said as if it were obvious. "Pick me up in, like, an hour."
"Wait five minutes and I'll come with you," he said, holding a finger up to keep her still. He quickly made two badges out of his tinfoil and made sure Boo had food and water. Andy leaned against the wall and watched his careful movements. She watched as he checked on his dog and ruffled his ears and she smiled to herself. "Ready?"
Sam followed Andy into her dorm. Before they even reached her floor, he could hear her friends' voices from where they were in the stairwell. He reached for her swinging hand when they reached the landing and she turned toward him with expectant eyes. He closed the gap between them and felt her smile against his lips while she entwined their other hands.
"We're not staying long at this party," he told her in the brief second their lips weren't fused. She laughed and squeezed his hands.
"You made that clear earlier," she reminded him.
"I just want to make sure we both know the plan."
"Believe me," she said, kissing him quickly. "I know the plan."
Sam nodded and let go of her hands so she could continue onto her floor. He could see her door was open as was the one right next to her and he could hear her friends even clearer now, yelling from one room to the other. "The rest of your floor must hate you all," he teased and she shook her head. When she reached back for his hand, he took it, and they walked into her room together.
"Where have you been all day?" Gail asked from her dresser. Traci laughed and waved so Sam waved back. "Oh," Gail said with a smug smile—like she'd known all along where Andy had been and with who—when she turned to see him.
"What are you guys doing?" Andy asked, dropping his hand. He quickly stuffed them into his pockets and sat in her desk chair.
"Party at Oliver's," Chris said when he walked in dressed in a baseball uniform. "Oh," he said when he saw Sam. "Hey, man."
"Diaz," he greeted, turning back and forth in the chair. It seemed like none of her friends knew how to act in his presence and he wasn't sure why. He'd spent hours with them in class, nights at the bar, and seen them hundreds of times on campus, but here they stood in silence unsure of what to do or say.
When he looked at Andy, he saw her notice it too and she looked at him with a single raised eyebrow. He just shrugged and she threw her hands into the air.
"We're going to Oliver's, too," she announced, looking down at Traci on her bed. "What are you wearing?"
While Andy and Traci talked about what they were dressing up as, Sam turned her chair toward her desk. He saw a framed picture of her and who he guessed was her father as well as a framed collage of her and her high school friends. He tried to guess which one was Tanner and who she considered her best friend and then he remembered how little she'd mentioned home and high school.
All of a sudden, he wondered why there wasn't a picture of her mother and then he realized that she had never mentioned her. If she were to actually look around his apartment, there wouldn't be a single picture of his father and only one of him, Sarah, and their mother. Maybe they had some common ground, some terrible thing in common, that could either bring them closer or, ultimately, tear them apart. He didn't want to think of either at the moment, so he turned toward her again to see that conversation had picked up and Dov had joined them.
"You look like Gail," Traci joked and Dov gave her a dirty look while everyone—except for Gail—laughed. He had to admit, the makeup to make him look dead also made him look just as pale as Peck.
"Let's go change," Gail said, pulling Andy by the hand as Traci followed behind.
"What are you?" Dov asked, nodding at Sam. He wasn't sure why, but he looked down at his outfit—sweater, jeans, leather jacket.
"Detective Swarek," he said, pulling out his wallet where he had fastened his tinfoil badge.
"I should have thought of that," Dov said. "Nice and easy."
"Just the way I like it," Sam smirked. He looked up when Andy walked in dressed in a full pantsuit. "Lookin' good, McNally."
"I think you mean Detective McNally," she smiled, pulling out an actual police badge. "My dad," she shrugged when she noticed the surprise on Sam's face. "Don't let me lose it."
"Okay," he laughed. She walked toward him and pushed the stuff on her desk to one side so she could sit on it. "Should I offer them a ride?" He asked quietly as his hands ran up her thighs.
"You don't have to," she promised, squeezing his shoulder.
"I was just kidding McNally," he said, standing up to kiss her. "Jeez, what kind of person do you think I am?"
She smiled, kissed him again, and held onto the collar of his jacket. "I don't know, but I think I like it," she said and he laughed, hiding his face. He knew they were no longer in the privacy of his living room and that they wouldn't be for some time.
"Seriously, we'll be there ten minutes," he said, more to himself, and she laughed.
"Sam, there's no rush," she said quietly as he heels dug into the backs of his thighs to bring him closer. "Whatever this is," she continued, motioning between their bodies before her hand rested on his chest, "it's going to continue."
"Through the night?" He asked, kind of teasing but hoping it could be true.
"All night," she smiled and all of the breath left his body. She put her arms around his neck and he stood taller.
"Okay, you two, we get it," Gail said when she and Traci came back dressed as a cat and a witch. He was glad to see that he wasn't the only one taking the easy way out when it came to costumes. "You're, like, really into each other and we were all wrong to think otherwise."
"You were," Sam said, backing out of Andy's grasp.
"But we forgive you," Andy said, sliding off her desk. "And to prove, Sam's going to give you a ride to the party."
Sam's fingers slowly, but deftly, started to undo the buttons of her dress shirt. His eyes were boring into hers and she was worried that he could hear her heart hammering in her chest. She knew that her grip on his shoulders was tight, but so was the tension between them. And he was going so slow. So slow in fact, that she let go of him to start unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom. Eventually, their hands met in the middle and she let him push the shirt off of her shoulders.
She should have followed his lead and taunted him, but that would have just made her even more restless. So, when she pulled off his sweater, it was quick and it took less than a second for her nearly bare chest to unite with his. It was a relief to feel his body against hers. She learned quickly that Sam was not adept or comfortable with public displays—in public, surrounded by strangers was one thing, but a party full of friend was another—but he was great at teasing her. She wasn't even sure if he realized he was doing it. Through the hour and a half they were at the party, his fingers would tease hers behind her back while they talked to other people, his usually steady body would lean toward hers—into hers—when he spoke or listened to her, and he found dark corners to kiss her quickly in. For the little time they were in Oliver's house, dressed in the laziest costumes two people could think of, she just wanted to get back to his apartment and take them off. He, apparently, had found some self-control. It was driving her mad.
So, she tucked her thumbs into his front pockets and slowly dragged him away from the front door and toward his bedroom. His fingers danced up her stomach, between their bodies, and she let out a strangled breath. All too quickly, they broke apart when Boo stepped between their legs.
"Not tonight, man," Sam said, waving his hand toward the dog bed in the corner. "Lay down."
"Sam," Andy chastised as Boo walked sullenly to the bed.
"He's okay, McNally," Sam promised, leaning into her again. "I'll buy him a toy in the morning."
And then, she was in the air as he guided her legs around his waist—apparently he was sick of torturing them both. She squealed in surprise and delight before her lips landed on his again. She tightened her arms around his neck as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and slipped her heels off her feet. As Sam rested her back on the bed, he disengaged his lips from hers and she inadvertently whined. The smirk that graced his face in return made her laugh out loud.
She pushed herself further onto his bed and watched as he took off his shoes and unbuckled his jeans. She almost whined again—watching wasn't exactly what she had in mind. The whole night, the whole day, was a whirlwind in her memory. She had plans to ignore his calls and texts and then, without warning, he showed up at her door. She'd spent an entire, blissful day with him and she didn't want to think about having to sit next to him in class without being able to touch him freely. Sitting in his bed unable to touch him was making her shake. The anticipation was too much for her.
Clenching her fists to stop from reaching for him, she decided she had to take her bra off. He was taking too long, undressing himself, and it was cruel. So, she took matters into her own hands. His eyes widened and he wasted no time climbing into bed with her and once he was kissing her again, she let out a satisfied breath and together they got rid of the rest of their clothes.
She replayed the last minute or so in her head and laughed out loud causing him to stop moving above her. "What?" He asked, breathless, and she laughed again.
"You're such a boy," she said before leaning forward to kiss him again. He pulled away so he could laugh into her neck.
"I'm a man and you are a tease," he said and she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist to pull her into him. "See?" he said through a strangled laugh.
"You're the tease," she said as she ran a hand down the back of his head while the other ran the length of his back. "Get moving, Swarek."
Before doing what he was told, he scowled teasingly and kissed her long and slow.
