Sorry this took a bit longer than expected, but I'm kind of sad about this story coming to an end and I just wasn't ready to post it lol. This is the second to last chapter, so it's not over yet.

Enjoy!

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When she sees him across the bar, it takes her a moment to realize that he's actually there. She's spent the past few weeks thinking about nothing but what it would be like to see him again and now that they're standing in the same room, she feels like she's probably just imagining the entire thing.

But she's not. She's not imagining it. He's standing right there, just a few feet away from her. And he looks good. Really good.

It takes all of her will power not to run up to him and jump in his arms the second she spots him. She's actually beyond proud of herself for her show of restraint in that moment. And in the moments afterward.

She does her best to be discreet. She doesn't want to jeopardize whatever he's got going on here, but she just really wants to look at him. And she can't help but feel a bit giddy when she catches him looking at her, too.

They share a few heated looks, but ultimately they can't really divulge much of what they're thinking. They're in public and they're pretending to be other people- other people who are complete strangers. Still, she just wants him to know that she's missed him.

She wonders if he can see it in her eyes- how much he means to her. She desperately just wants to get him alone for a minute so she can tell him- and so she can ask him what she means to him, but it's not like that's an easy feat.

But then, when Jamie challenges Tracy to a game of one on one, she thanks God that she can finally get him sort of alone. So, they sit at a table and chat about nothing. Or everything. She's not really sure.

When he tells her that he doesn't know why he got into this line of work- she wonders if that's his way of saying he misses her and that he wishes he never left.

And when she tells him that she's been lonely, she hopes he knows that's her way of saying that she misses him and that she wishes she gave him a reason to stay.

And then it's all over way too soon. They have to go. She's got to go back to her normal life- her life without Sam.

And as happy as she was to see him, saying goodbye to him is… just miserable. All she wants to do is wrap her arms around him and hug him until she finally feels like they're on the same page. But she knows she can't do that. As much as she wants to do just that, she's not going to endanger his cover in front of Jamie. She wants him to come home to her in one piece.

So yeah, she says goodbye and prepares herself for more waiting.

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When she left him earlier that night, she really hadn't planned to come back. Really. She was going to wait.

But then, when she has to confront the idea of getting inside that ambulance and leaving Sam for who knows how long… she just can't. She knows it's a bad idea, but she just has to see him. She has to talk to him. She needs him to know how she feels.

She knows it's selfish, but she just can't be in limbo like this anymore. The past few weeks have been pure torture, she can't even imagine having to spend the next several months like this. She just needs to know where they stand. She needs to know if there is a chance for them whenever he comes home.

So, she tells Tracy she'll meet her at the station and she heads back to the Alpine.

And then, when he turns down her proposition, she feels completely deflated. She thinks that maybe she's misjudged his feelings for her. Maybe it was just about sex, after all.

She's just about to completely spiral when she feels a hand on her shoulder.

"Let's go," he says with a smile as she turns around to face him. She allows a small smile to escape her lips and lets him lead the way.

Neither of them say anything for a while as they walk down the street. She's not sure where they're going, but she'd follow him anywhere right now.

She tries to think of something to say, but it's like her mouth is sewn shut. She just doesn't want to say the wrong thing. Every once in a while, she allows herself to steal a glance at him and it seems like he's deep in thought as well. Eventually, the silence becomes too much and she just needs him to say something- anything at all.

"So…" she begins.

He stops to look at her and he just stares for a moment. It takes him a minute to figure out what it is he wants to say. Honestly, he's been in a bit of haze ever since spotting her from across the room earlier tonight. And then she came back and yeah, he's basically in shock.

"So, what is this? Some kind of booty call?" He eventually asks. He hopes he sounds like he is teasing, but in reality, he just wants her assurance that it isn't.

"No," she says simply as she flashes him a smile.

"No?" He asks with more than a hint of surprise.

"No," she repeats, slowly shaking her head.

He nods and waits for her to say something- anything, but she doesn't.

"So… what is it then?" He probes.

"I… I don't know," she shrugs. "I just… I really needed to see you… I never even got the chance to say goodbye," she reminds him.

"I know… Boyd showed up and I only had five minutes before we had to leave and I had to call Sarah and Frank, so I just… didn't have time," he lies. The truth is, he could have called her, but he didn't. He knew that hearing her voice would make him change his mind and he was done torturing himself.

She nods and they continue walking down the street. "So you didn't get my message?" She inquires after a minute or so.

"What message?" He asks.

"I left you a message… a voicemail," she clarifies.

"I figured… What did it say?" He wonders.

"That I was done saving the good candy," she shrugs. He gives her a look, willing her to explain- to actually say the words, but she's just looking at her feet as they walk down the street.

"Andy, what does that mean?" He asks, desperately.

She stops walking again and turns to look at him. "Look, Sam… I… I've just been… terrified, okay? I've been scared shitless of having something more with you. I guess I just thought that I had time… that we had time, but then everything happened with Leslie… You remember the girl I saved from the car on your last day?" She asks.

He nods.

"Well she died after she got to the hospital," she informs him.

"Oh. What happened?" He asks.

"Blood clot," she replies.

"Andy, you did everything you could. It wasn't your fault," he assures her with a hand on her shoulder.

"I know, just… she was a songwriter… and… and she told me how she had this amazing bottle of champagne waiting for her after she released her first demo, but that bottle had been sitting on her counter for over two years. She just always thought she'd have more time, but… but then she died and she never got to drink that champagne," Andy explains. "And so I guess I just thought… what am I doing? With our jobs, something could happen at any second and here I am just waiting and thinking that I'll have all the time in the world to get my act together and be with you… I guess I just realized that always saving the good candy for later means having a lifetime full of bad candy."

He's just staring at her now and it's making her nervous. Her mind is racing and once again, she's starting to wonder if she's misread every single sign. Maybe he doesn't feel that way about her. Maybe he's thinking she's absolutely insane. She definitely feels insane, so it's not such a stretch.

"Say something," she pleads.

But, he doesn't. He doesn't say anything. He just cups her face and leans in to kiss her. She stands on her toes and meets him in the middle. Their lips crash against each other and he walks her a few steps backwards until her back is against the side of a building. His mouth coaxes hers open, allowing their tongues to dance as his fingers get tangled in her hair. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him even closer, so their bodies are flush against each other. When she lets out a low moan, he finally pulls away.

"Let's go inside," he says squeezing her hand and pulling her towards his building.

"Okay," she nods as he takes her hand.

She waits outside the door while he turns off the cameras. "C'mon," he says once he's turned them all off.

"So what, you can just turn the cameras off? They don't care?" She asks as Sam flips the lights on and she starts to remove her coat.

"I've gotta have some kind of life, right?" He says while flashing his dimples and reaching for her coat.

"I guess," she smiles and hands her coat to him.

"I'm gonna call you a cab, it's gonna take you to the station and you're gonna get in your uniform," he tells her, using her coat as a barrier. He's giving her one last chance to change her mind. As much as it'll hurt if she does, it will hurt that much more if she has regrets later on.

Then, he just watches as she walks further into his apartment before turning around to face him. "No," she says as she starts to unbutton her shirt from the bottom.

He just stands there for a moment, watching her and still holding her coat. As he starts to walk over towards her, she sits at the head of his kitchen table. Eventually, he settles right in front of her and places her coat to the side.

"If you don't leave now, there's no going back," he warns.

"I don't want to go back," she tells him. His heart does a flip at her words and he puts one hand on her waist, while the other strokes her cheek. He hovers over her lips for a moment, giving her one last out, but when she lifts her chin to meet him in the middle, he finally gives in.

He starts out slow and cautious, still wary of the fact that even though they've done this countless times before, this is something different. What they're doing now is much more than whatever they were doing before and that's exactly how he wants it to be… different.

As her lips start moving against his, he slides his hand down her side until it lands back on her waist. He pulls her closer to him and their hands begin exploring each other. She starts pushing his shirt up his body and he pulls away to help her lift it above his head.

Her eyes immediately rake over his chest. It has been too long since she's seen him like this and she wants to enjoy it for a moment.

He watches her and pushes the bangs out of her eyes, while she caresses his cheek. Eventually, he begins giving gentle kisses along her throat and her jaw before he places a quick kiss on her lips and pulls away to look at her. Their eyes meet for a moment before he finishes unbuttoning her shirt, while her hands rest on his chest. Once he's got the last button undone, he opens her shirt, takes a quick peek and pulls her closer, while brushing his nose against hers.

Suddenly, he's lifting her up bridal style, her arms are wrapped around his neck and he's kissing her while carrying her over to his bed. He gently puts her down at the end of his bed, so her feet are barely touching the ground, while he climbs on top of her and continues to kiss her. When he starts to pull away, her lips follow him, refusing to let him go as she removes her hair clip and tosses it aside. Eventually, she's sitting up and he's got one knee in between her legs as he pushes her shirt off her shoulders before throwing it on the ground. His hands immediately cup her face as he leans in for a kiss, but then they quickly move to graze her sides, allowing himself to explore her body again.

Soon, his lips are leaving hers and making their way towards her neck as she is leaning back, propping herself up with her hands behind her. When his hands land on her back, he starts to pull her closer to him and uses the knee that is still in between her legs to lift her up a bit. She lets out a quiet gasp at the friction he's created and he just watches her for a moment while her hands move from caressing his neck to the back of his head. He thrusts his knee in between her again and watches as she throws her head back and makes that same breathy gasp. He uses the hand on the small of her back to pull her up again and kisses her before his focus returns to her throat.

She lets out a sigh as she enjoys the feel of his lips on her neck again. God, she's missed this- missed him.

Her hands start to travel down his chest until they rest on his belt loops for a second. Eventually, she starts to unbuckle his belt and then moves to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She pushes them down as far as she can before he climbs off of her and removes them all the way. When he climbs back on top of her, he kisses her and coaxes her mouth open before his tongue starts to stroke hers.

After a minute, she feels him unhooking her bra and before she knows it, it's in a pile on the floor and his lips are on her breasts. She instinctively arches her back into him as he uses a hand to massage one breast while his mouth is on the other. Eventually, he switches and gives the opposite breast some attention with his mouth while he cups the other with his hand.

Minutes later, he starts to place kisses down her stomach before he finally gets to her jeans. They are both watching each other while he kneels at the end of the bed and works on removing them. When he pulls them down her legs and lets them fall to the floor, he crawls back on top of her and starts kissing her again. His hands begin to explore the newly exposed skin, as his fingers graze up her thigh before landing on her ass. Eventually, he pulls away from her and changes positions, so he ends up lying on his side right next to her. They lock eyes as his hand slowly moves down her stomach until he gets to the tip of her underwear. He slowly traces the skin right above her panties with his finger, causing goosebumps to travel up her body. His hand sneaks further down until he swipes a finger in between her legs. He can feel how wet she is through her underwear and it's driving him a bit crazy. As his finger moves up and down her, she is bucking her hips at him, begging for more, but he just wants to go slow- wants to savor every second. He runs gentle circles in her center with his finger and watches the reaction in her eyes.

"Sam," she pleads as she tugs at his shoulders.

"Patience," he says with a light chuckle as he moves to straddle her lap again. He slowly slides her underwear down her legs as he places kisses all the way down. Once her panties are around her ankles, he stands at the end of the bed and carefully removes them before throwing them aside. He takes a second to glance at the beautiful woman in his bed and their eyes meet. She has propped herself up a bit and holds out a hand for him.

"Come here," she says, softly.

He nods and removes his boxers before crawling back on top of her.

He brushes her nose with his as her hands run up and down his back.

"I've really missed you," she whispers.

"Me too," he replies. "Really, really missed you," he adds as he pushes some hair out of her face.

She smiles, wraps her hand around the back of his neck and pulls him down for a kiss. He lets himself get lost in the kiss for a moment, but then she's grabbing him and guiding him inside her and he finally gives in.

He thrusts inside her, enjoying the sounds of the familiar gasp coming out of her mouth. His fingers graze her skin as he places gentle kisses along her throat while he slowly pumps in an out of her.

"Sam," she says, half whispering and half gasping.

He pulls away and is hovering over her, leaving enough space between them so he can really look at her. He's still going slow, thrusting in and out of her while they engage in some kind of staring contest.

The way he's looking at her, she doesn't think anyone has ever looked at her like this. She's not sure what it is exactly, but it makes her feel vulnerable. He's looking deep inside of her and it's like he can see everything. And that should terrify her, but it doesn't. Not even a little.

He runs his hand along her jaw and they exchange a smile. Then, he leans in and gives her one of the best kisses of her life. When the need for air becomes too great, he reluctantly pulls away and returns his focus to her neck. He continues to suck at the skin along her throat and collarbone as he finally begins to pick up the pace a little.

Andy arcs her back into him and it's got him at an amazing angle. She's digging her fingers into his skin and moaning as his tongue runs along the outside of her ear.

"God, Sam… I …. I really missed you," she tells him again in between gasps.

"Me too," he groans in her ear, causing goosebumps to travel along her body.

"Shit. Sam," she sobs as he changes the angle and is now hitting in her the absolute perfect spot. "God, I love when you do that," she moans as she closes her eyes and throws her head back.

"God, you… you feel so good," he tells her minutes later, again allowing his breath to hit her ear and send a shiver down her spine.

"Sam," she gasps, as he ups the tempo again. She's gripping him much harder now and she's clenching her muscles, which only drives them both crazy.

"Oh… Oh… Oh fuck," she moans as she feels her orgasm building up inside of her. That's when he pulls away again to watch her. He pushes her hair out of her eyes and cups her face with one hand. She meets his gaze and the look he's giving her is enough to send her over the edge.

She moans and gasps throughout the whole thing and it only takes him a few more thrusts before he's collapsing on top of her.

She's had sex with Sam many times, but this was… not at all like anything they've ever done before. Instead of sex, it was… making love. And she's not one to ever use those words. In fact, she pretty much cringes anytime someone else uses them, but she can't think of any other way to describe what they've just done. The way he kissed her, touched her, looked at her. It was slow and raw and seriously amazing. And she knows that coming here was stupid and an absolutely horrible idea, but she just can't bring herself to regret it. Not when it led to being here- with him.

"I'm really glad I ran into you tonight," he tells her, as his fingers graze up and down her bare back, effectively breaking her out of her thoughts.

She grins at him and leans in for a kiss. "Do you think the universe has a plan? For us?"

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One more chapter and then this story is over… I know, I'm sad about it, too, but I've got some other stories in the works.

I just posted a new story called Roommates yesterday, and I've got two others I'm playing around with. One is the story I mentioned on here a couple chapters ago and then I've got another one rolling around in my head, so we'll see.

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