A/N: Huge thank you hug to Kitty for holding my hand through the first half of this chapter. Could not have done it without your cheerleading. Thank you everyone who reviewed last chapter, I know the site was having some issues with review and I really appreciate everyone who went to the trouble of letting me know what you thought!
Chapter 29
It was still dark when Andy woke and it took her a moment to get her bearings. She'd rolled away from Sam in her sleep, but one of his arms was loosely slung over her. She moved to try and see the time on his alarm clock, but his arm tightened around her, holding her in place.
He mumbled something incoherent, and pulled her closer.
Andy let him. Sam's bed was warm and his arm around her felt secure instead of suffocating. She rolled towards him, propping her head up on one hand so she could see the clock over his shoulder without disturbing his sleep. The bright green numbers read 5:55, telling her she had twenty minutes before the alarm would sound.
She studied Sam's face silently for a moment, tracing the familiar lines with her eyes. He wasn't exactly handsome, not like Luke had been. With twenty hours worth of stubble on his face he looked like the kind of guy you didn't want to be on the wrong side of, even when he was sleeping. What was it Gail had said? "Kind of adorable, in a rough trade sort of way." It wasn't a bad description.
Andy's eyes wandered down, taking in his well muscled arms and strong chest. Classically handsome he was not, but he took good care of himself and it showed. She dropped her eyes lower, her lips tilting up in the beginnings of a mischievous grin.
Moving slowly, carefully, so he wouldn't wake, Andy leaned over and pressed a soft, open mouthed kiss to the stubbly skin of Sam's jaw. He let out a gentle exhalation, but didn't stir. Growing bolder, Andy trailed kisses down his neck, pausing to suck the skin over his clavicle before pulling the sheet down to expose the stiff peaks of his nipples.
She teased one and then the other with the tip of her tongue. Sam moaned and shifted beneath her, but when she looked up, his eyes remained closed and his breathing deep and even.
Andy continued downwards, licking and kissing over Sam's abs, pulling the sheet down as she went. When she reached his waist, she pushed the sheet down to his knees. She ran her tongue down the inside of one thigh, tracing a circular pattern over his soft skin before turning her attention to his half-hard cock.
Keeping her eyes trained on his face, Andy ran her fingers over the tip. Again, he moved, but didn't wake. Moistening her hand with her mouth, Andy wrapped her fingers around him and slid from base to tip, varying pressure until she found the perfect amount of force. When she found the pressure that made his harden further, she lay against the bed between his legs, lowered her head and ran her tongue over his tip.
Sam moaned and arched his hips towards her.
It was a familiar dream. Sam lay flat on his back, Andy astride him. His hard cock clutched tightly in her hot, wet pussy. He bare breasts bounced lightly as she rocked back and forth seeking her pleasure. Occasionally one of her hands crept slowly up to tweak an erect nipple before dropping to brace her weight against the bed behind her. Sam's own hands were of no use, tied tightly to the headboard. Somehow in this dream his head board was always a simple metal frame rather than the solid block of wood it was in waking hours. His hands were useless, but it didn't matter. This was a spectator sport.
Relaxing her throat, Andy slowly took Sam's cock into her mouth, caressing the underside with her tongue. She couldn't take his entire length in her mouth, not at that angle, instead she worked one hand over the base of his shaft while her lips and tongue worked the rest. He grew harder, filling her mouth with hot flesh.
The familiar dream shifted into something new. His hands were free and instead of straddling him, Andy was between his legs. His cock was in her mouth and she was doing the most exquisite things to his sensitive tip with her tongue. She fondled his testicles with one hand and then ran a knuckle over the sensitive skin just behind them. Sam's hips thrust in response and he opened his eyes.
Andy slid his cock out of her mouth slowly, caressing the tip with her tongue before releasing it. She raised her eyes and met his half asleep, lust filled gaze with a smile. Holding his eyes she licked the tip of his cock.
"Andy," he groaned, reaching for her.
Lips curved in a self satisfied smile, Andy slid his hardness back into her mouth until she her throat convulsed in an involuntary gag. Once again she ran her knuckle over the sensitive spot behind his testicles, this time when he thrust she moved with him, taking his tip into her throat. She let out an appreciative hum, sending vibrations through his sensitive flesh.
Sam made an inarticulate noise of pleasure. He could feel the telltale tightening in his scrotum as her tongue and hands stroked his cock. It didn't take long for him to find his release, spilling into her mouth.
Never breaking eye contact, Andy released him slowly from her mouth and swallowed. She crawled up his body slowly, brushing her breasts against his stomach and chest. "Good morning," She whispered against his lips before taking them with her own.
The alarm went off, telling them with its shrill beep that they had forty minutes to get out the door if they didn't want to be late for parade. Sam slapped the off button impatiently with one hand. "Good morning," he leaned in for another kiss. This time Andy rolled on her back and let Sam take control.
He deepened the kiss as his hands skated over her body. With feather light touches he caressed her breasts and abdomen before slipped two fingers into the thatch of curls between her legs. She was wet already and his fingers slipped into her easily.
Andy rocked her hips against his hand to increase the stimulation against her clit.
Sam dropped his head to her breasts, drawing one peaked nipple into his mouth. He pressed it with his lips almost to the point of pain and Andy squirmed beneath him.
She reached down one hand between them, her fingers finding her clit. She moved her hand in time with his and before long her body tensed in orgasm. She gasped and threw her head back as the orgasm crashed over her.
Sam kissed her softly and raised his head to glance at the alarm clock. They had 30 minutes. He thought of the rasher of bacon in his fridge and opened his mouth to offer her breakfast when he caught sight of her crumpled jeans. A clear image of her shirt falling to his kitchen floor flitted through his mind. The same shirt she'd been wearing the morning before, when she'd almost run him over on the way out of Callaghan's office. If she showed up in that, they would not remain a secret for long. Not that he minded anyone knowing, but Andy had made it perfectly clear she wanted their relationship kept secret. "Give me ten minutes and I'll drive you home so you can change." He said instead, sitting up.
Andy's dark eyes, narrowed in confusion, followed him as he walked across the room. When he shut the bathroom door behind him, she reached for her clothes. They really needed to have a talk, but when she looked at the clock and realized she had less than half an hour to get home, change and get to the station, she realized talking would have to wait.
o o o
"I can't believe Luke threw us off the case."Andy threw herself onto one of Sam's dining room chairs, a bottle of beer already clutched in one hand.
"There were no new leads," Sam said, not for the first time. "What did you expect him to do?"
They'd learned at parade that neither Sam nor Andy would be continuing with the Frances case. With the negative DNA test they were at square one, and Frank wasn't willing to spare two of his cops on the street to chase empty leads. Andy had been ranting about it ever since they got off shift. For all Sam knew she'd been ranting all shift as well, but she'd been paired with Diaz, so he hadn't had to hear it.
"He could have kept one of us, or given us one more day to look for leads." Andy grumbled.
Sam snuck a glance at the drawer where he's stashed the unauthorized copy of the Frances file. He felt like a hypocrite for not telling her, but for all she was pissed off, Andy was a rule follower. She would make him tell Frank, and then it would really be over. "Callaghan's a good detective, they'll get him eventually."
Andy snorted into her beer. "Right, how long had Luke been working on the Zoe Martinelli case?"
"Three years." Sam admitted.
Andy grumbled something Sam didn't catch, but it didn't sound happy.
"We can't solve them all." Sam said, killing the heat and removing the pot of rice from the stove. He fluffed it with a fork o make sure it was done before switching off the oven and pulling out the chicken. "Here," He handed Andy a plate. "Eat something before you finish all my beer. Trust me, working hung over is not all it's cracked up to be."
Andy smiled, and downed the rest of her second beer in a single swallow before taking the plate. "Thanks."
Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed them each another beer from his fridge. Dinner was simple, chicken, rice and broccoli, but he knew it was more than Andy usually had. He'd seen her eating salad in a bag more times than he could count in the last year and new from overheard conversations that it was usually what she had after work as well.
They ate in silence for a few moments before Andy looked up at him, and inscrutable look on her face and asked, "What are we doing, Sam?".
"Eating chicken?" He gave her a concerned look.
She glared, "You, me, us... Is it just sex and chicken?"
Sam regarded her with serious eyes, "I don't know." He answered honestly. He wanted more than just sex from her, but the sad fact was that he'd wanted her long enough he would take whatever she offered and endeavour to be happy with it. He wasn't proud of it, but there it was. He was in love with her, and he had no idea if she saw him as anything but a convenient fuck.
"Well," Andy toyed with the bottle, unwilling to meet his gaze, "are we seeing other people?"
"I'm not," Sam considered her for a moment before asking, "Are you?"
She shook her head. The idea of seeing anyone else was laughable. Despite everything they're been through, or perhaps because of it, she trusted Sam more than anyone else she'd ever known. He was always there, in the background, ready to step in when she needed him, but willing to let her work things out on her own too. Most men she'd dated, including Luke, had seen her independence as something to be tolerated, or overcome. Sam trusted her instincts and wanted her to succeed on her own merits."No, and I don't want to."
"Okay." Sam watched her for several seconds, but Andy still didn't look up. Despite her words, he couldn't help thinking she was hiding something. There was a furtive quality to her bowed head and restless fingers. She really was an appalling liar. "What is it?"
"I think I should tell Luke." She said, meeting his eyes at last.
Sam was surprised, but he covered it quickly. He'd been braced to hear any number of things, but a desire to go public was not one of them. Surprise was quickly followed by relief and then concern. Why did she want to tell Luke now? The day before she had been content to work with Callaghan without saying a word, and today she was overcome with a desire to tell him about it. "Did he do something?"
Andy's brown eyes were filled with guilt. "He wanted to talk..." She shrugged. "I don't want to lead him on."
Sam snorted at that. As far as Sam was concerned, Callaghan could use a little of his own medicine. He'd been around long enough to see Luke Callaghan string along more than one pretty young rookie for a few months until another came along. Though he had to admit, the detective had seemed truly serious about Andy. He'd certainly kept her around much longer than any of his other rookies.
"Tracy already knows, and once I tell Luke, the whole division will probably know." Andy chewed her lip thoughtfully. "We're not going to be partners anymore are we?"
Sam circled the table. "No. " He brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on her cheek.
Turning her head, Andy kissed his palm. "But you'll be there..." She said it slowly, as if she were trying to reassure herself of something.
"I'll be there when it matters. Always." He said pressing his lips against hers and ignoring the voice in his head reminding him he hadn't always been there. Not for Andy, and definitely not for Sarah.
A/N: Happy New Years everyone! I hope you have a fun and safe holiday weekend. As always, please review and let me know if you liked this chapter.
