What if We Went to That Bed and Breakfast Place - Season 1, months following the reigniting of the secret sex in Episode 4.


"Hey," Andy walked over to him and smiled before pulling him inconspicuously into the captain's office.

Once the door was closed and the blinds were drawn, she placed a soft kiss onto his cheek. It didn't matter that this time nothing started without a fight, nobody was there to witness their interaction prior anyways to judge if anything were amiss. She could have kissed him out in the open if she'd wanted to. If she was feeling bold.

She stood in front of him now, her hands on her hips, and his gaze lingered there, lingered more specifically on the way the low-rise street jeans she had on hugged her curves, and not least of all the spectacular curve of her ass. He wondered why she hadn't changed into approved uniform yet, wondered briefly if it was for his benefit, or her own, because she was the woman of vanity type, on days when she was feeling particular confident, and she damn well deserved to be.

"You're hot," he said aloud, taking her waist in his hands and kneading the flesh just below her hipbones.

"No, you just want sex." She rolled her eyes playfully, smacking his hand away. "And we don't have time; shift starts in five."

"Yeah, I want sex because you're hot," he smirked at her, putting his hands back to where had them; and this time she laughed, laughed, and kissed him generously on the mouth, moving her hands through his hair.

"I guess there are some things we can do in five minutes…"

She trailed off sexily and he lifted her up and put her down on the desk, moving aside the pile of paperwork already stacked up for him. Karma for him doing the same to her last week. It was hot.

"I can do it in two." He winked and she laughed again, the noise being swallowed whole by his kiss, which somehow made her laugh that much more attractive. "I'm just that good."

"Oh yeah?" She raised an eyebrow at him, and he picked her up again, carrying her into the bunk area.

"Oh yeah," he said back, though there was a largely different tone to his voice, one that oozed promise of sexual gratification and in the very imminent future.

He spoke in hushed, low tones, but he was clear. It sent rampant tingles down her spine. He could see it, the way she shivered sent him completely into lust. "Two minutes starts now."

Afterwards, and they were laying there, the sheen of sweat on her skin was almost pretty. She had her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, his hand was on her head, fingers combing blissfully through her hair, and neither of them made the first move to talk.

He didn't want to, and she was perfectly content listening to the sounds of their breaths, in tandem with one another, sated by these post-sex moments they seemed to have now.

"I wanted to know if you would be interested in going to that little bed and breakfast place with me tonight? We could take the weekend, just us, in our road-bubble?"

He shuffled his body to get reacquainted with the mattress, hoping the slight change in position would be more comfortable on his back, and in doing so he jostled her, and she mumbled against his neck.

"Why are you moving? I was comfortable."

He chuckled, kissing her temple. "And I wasn't. What happened to that 'not really being your style?'"

She shrugged and he felt her shoulders move. It felt like she was doing it more aggressively than was absolutely needed just maybe to get back at him a little bit.

"I don't know. I figured it's yours, the quaint romance, and I thought why not try it. For you."

He forgives her for the shrug. He forgives her because she's being really sweet, and all it does is make him want to say those words out loud. He doesn't. At this point, they're not new words, for either of them, but still, he doesn't say them. Instead, he forgives her and says them in his head.

"For me. You're sweet."

"I can be sweet. Sometimes," she murmurs, closing her eyes and puckering her lips and cute little sounds of impending slumber emit from her mouth.

Jack shook her shoulder, moved the hair that had fallen into her face across her forehead.

"Yeah when you're not yelling at me about new work boots and popped hose lines. Hey, you can't go to sleep right now. We start work literally any minute. We gotta get the team together. Well, I do."

Slowly, she sits up on her knees and he props himself up on his elbow, looking up at her.

"Hey half of those things I only said just to get you into bed," she grinned wickedly at him. "You remember that don't you? It wasn't all that long ago."

"Oh that's right you did...I do. I remember it very clearly…mhm…"

As she's leaning down to meet him, he's angling his neck up to meet her and it's in the middle where they share a kiss. He smiles against her mouth, and she against his, and he swears, he swears on heaven and earth that there is no better feeling than the one he gets when he's kissing her.

Although sex with her, hot, naked, unhinged sex, it does show itself as pretty steep competition. He's thinking of it now and he nearly moans at even the idea of it.

"Gibson? Herrera? Hello? Which one of you doofuses is captain this week?" He heard Vic calling for them. "Shift was supposed to start five minutes ago. As captains, you would think punctuality would matter to you!"

"Shit," Andy groaned and placed a kiss against his naked chest. "How do we always do that? Lose track of time?"

He shot her a smirk while not letting her get up from the bed. He leaned into her and left a heady, warm, kiss, one saturated in sex, on her swollen lips. "Because you're just so damn intoxicating."

She shoved a hand into his chest before sitting up fully and dressing with quick, practiced, efficiency.

That ability comes with the territory. Secret rendezvous with him and firefighting. She's a damn lucky woman to get both, he thinks to himself arrogantly, sucking on the sensitive skin on her neck. It was instinctual, the way she fell into his touch, and the moan that escaped her was even more so. He's a damn lucky man, Andy in his bed and acting captain this week. Life couldn't be better.

"Shut up."

She kissed him again, but not long enough to rouse any residual sensitivities from earlier. They didn't have the time for that. He hated that they didn't have the time for that. He'd be grumpy about it all day; he wasn't finished with her, not yet.

"And don't give me that face," she said to him, her thumb pressing into his lower lip, then getting lost momentarily in the stubble of his chin. "We'll be back in our perfect, blissful, naked bubble soon enough. Tonight. We meet at the hotel."

"Bed and breakfast," he corrected her with a smile as he pushed the loose hair from her hastily done up ponytail out of her face.

In response, she shrugged with a little smile of her own. "Hotel sound sexier though. Full of mystery."

He would agree with her there. At least, the way she said it.

The shift couldn't end fast enough. Finally, he pulled up to the place, and the first thing he noticed was how done-up it looked from the outside now. Since the fire. He smiled. He sincerely hoped that the sisters were holding up okay, after everything.

He went in and was on the look out for them, but never did see them. He was too anxious to check into the room and wait for Andy to meet him there. Room nineteen. He couldn't help but smile to himself at the subtle irony. Once up there, he turned down the bed and made himself busy until he heard her opening the door.

"Babe?" She called out to him and he peeked his head out of the bathroom.

"Hold on. I'm just brushing my teeth."

She stepped further into the room, closed the door, and locked it. "Mm…okay. Fresh breath, that's a nice touch."

He finished up swiftly and came into the main area to see her taking off her pants. She had her pyjamas already laying out on the bed, shorts and a shirt that said If you love me let me sleep in cursive. Whenever he tries to keep her awake at night, she'll gesture to her chest grumpily and say read the shirt, Jack. The thought makes him smile now.

She was pretty naive If she seriously thinks she's going to put those on – he's waited for her all day, and the way he wants her now is without clothes on. Not a stitch of fabric can touch that skin, and he means that.

"Not tonight." He put a stalling hand on hers as she reached for her t-shirt. "You, naked, that's also a nice touch. A very nice touch…" He kissed her deeply. "All day…I've been having thoughts, watching you work…and none of these thoughts of mine included you wearing any clothes."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips. "Really…" Now it was her turn to kiss him in just the same way. "That's funny, because I was having thoughts about you, too…bad thoughts, dirty thoughts…" She pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion. "Naked thoughts."

"Hm…" Jack skimmed his hands across her naked thighs, then up her equally naked chest. "Naked thoughts…very naked thoughts…" He leaned down and kissed the apex of her chest, squeezed both breasts, one in each hand.

She laughed, then moaned, rolling over so that she could be on top of him now. She curved her back as she moved to kiss him at a better angle, settling herself and moving her hands low, then lower, stopping at his hipbones – and how dare she stop there; he took his own hands, gripped her hips, circling the flesh of her inner thighs with his fingers, close, but not close enough. Payback.

"Jack…" she groaned in frustration after a minute, grinding herself against him, hands on his chest now, rising and falling with the heaviness radiating from his breaths.

"Andy…" he said back to her, his voice coated with the barely disguised urges he was holding tightly to.

He couldn't let himself pleasure her only to pleasure himself, not yet, she wasn't winning this war, not that easily. Not tonight. "You started this."

She sighed heavily; heavily frustrated, aroused, tightly wound but coming undone with each and every breath. She seemed like she was on the brink of physical pain with the desire to have her needs met, but still, he wouldn't give in. She wasn't always the boss around here.

"And I'm going to finish it."

She sighed again, the same, heavy delirious sort of sigh, and she kissed him with pressure, with promise, and the intensity of someone trying not to let everything go all at once, in the span of one, single kiss.

"Holy shit, I love you," she groans again, throws her head back against the headboard in a moment of pure, undulated, sex.

It wasn't sloppy, or mistaken, there was precision and intent with the way she hooked their tongues together, saliva not part of the equation, not this time, and it was such a turn on, how good they've gotten at this. It is so fucking sexy, the way she's making good on her promise of finishing things, and he revokes his earlier statement.

"I love you," he repeats in the same way, closes his eyes tightly as a wave of feeling, crystal clear, washes over him.

Maybe she is always the boss, and maybe he kind of likes it, but don't tell the guys. He wouldn't hear the end of it. That is, if he lives to see another day, and her damn, blinding, sexiness doesn't take him out first. He wouldn't even care if it did. At least he would die doing what he loves. Doing who he loves.

The next morning they wake up together for the first time in who knows how long, and the opulence of the moment is not lost on either of them. She smiles and he smiles back, and they say their good mornings in a heated, impassioned, kiss, tangling their bodies together again, still naked from the night before, and the smell of sex is strong, an aphrodisiac in and of itself.

"Mm…as much as I would love to go for a round of delicious morning sex, we have to get downstairs for breakfast. It's in ten minutes. We slept in."

Andy tells him as they break apart with an exaggerated frown on her face, gesturing to the clock on the nightstand. Shit. She's right. It was nearing eight now. They hadn't meant to, but he'd kept the no-clothes rule in place and the night had worn them both out, as incredible as it had been, but it also meant that there was no time for any of the extra stuff in the morning. A price to pay.

Together, they got dressed and quickly went downstairs, coming face-to-face with an array of breakfast choices and tables filled with other guests. Andy went and chose their seats, and he got their breakfasts, as per their earlier agreement, and he comes back with a plate of waffles and bacon. The syrup and whipped cream and other breakfast accoutrements were on a different countertop and he went and put the toppings on their waffles.

He brought their breakfasts back to the table and placed hers in front of her before sitting down.

"Thanks babe," Andy thanked him with a smile and a kiss to his cheek that made him blush.

She wasn't usually the most affectionate outside of the bedroom, in public, with him and until now, he hadn't been sure if it were only for the fear of being caught at work in any sort of compromising position that would get the team talking.

The term of endearment was new too. Babe. It seemed to be her term of choice, and he wouldn't discourage her from it, so he'd tried baby on her once, but it only made her crinkle her nose and look away. It had embarrassed her, so he knew it had to be something else, or, she just wasn't ready for it, yet, which was okay, for now.

"You're welcome," he replied easily, not drawing attention to the response specifically, to the slight pause after the last word, because it wasn't like he was waiting for her to fill it with something.

Not until she was ready. Comfortable. It was important to him, and he wouldn't persuade her one way or the other, he prided himself on not being that type of guy.

"Oh - my waffles!" She laughed, as if just noticing them for the first time, which maybe she was, or at least, what he'd done to them. "Jack, you're so gross, she laughed, picking at the heart he'd made out of strawberries with her fork and putting one into her mouth.

He laughed too, leaned across the table so that he could kiss her. "Is it still gross if it's true?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, but there was light in her eyes, a light that said it wasn't, not really. Not at all.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt, but I knew I had recognized you from somewhere, so I have to ask." Jack looked to his left to see a woman standing at their table.

Dark hair, medium height, and without the terrified expression rooted into her features, it was obvious to him now that this woman had quite a pretty smile. Not one that could rival Andy's, not even close, but still, it was pretty. One of the sisters.

"You two were part of the team of firefighters that came here a few months ago, when the kitchen nearly got destroyed, right?"

Jack smiled at her, as did Andy, who nodded mutely across from him. "We are," he said to the woman now, and she smiled back at him, her gaze flitting between him and Andy with intrigue.

There was a raised eyebrow as her gaze landed on the waffles in front of Andy. The I love you spelt out with whipped cream and a heart in syrup around the words, drizzled on the waffle with a somewhat steady hand, the words the same.

"Oh!" she said next, as if this was an ah-ha sort of moment. "I hadn't realized you two were together. I – uh – that's great. You two make a really cute couple. Physically, I mean, because I guess I don't really know either of you personality wise. But I can sort of imagine."

"Thanks," Jack said, and Andy followed suit with the exact sentiment the polite smile and all.

He could tell that it was with the same motivation – she didn't want to draw too much attention to themselves, even though realistically, she knew – they knew – that there was a certain freedom here for them and they could just be but still, everything felt risky. Even the waffle if he thought about it too much.

"Well, I'll let you lovebirds get back to your breakfasts. I just wanted to come by and say thank you. On behalf of my sister, too. She's alive because of you. Pass it on to your team, will you?"

"We will," Andy said to her, but he knew in the tone of her voice that they wouldn't.

Luckily, she was good enough at hiding it so that nobody else could sense the lie. They wouldn't be telling Nineteen any of this, not yet. Not now. Maybe not ever. Things were all still too precarious with her as it was, without adding everybody else and their range of opinions in on the mix.

He didn't want any of this to end. Not yet, and he wouldn't be doing anything that could accelerate their inevitable demise as a couple. It hurt too much to think about, and so most of the time he didn't. He was learning to be more comfortable in their bubble, and as for her, she hadn't moved out of it, and he was also learning to be okay with that.

To be okay with loving her, loving her so much, and so fast, and then letting her go at exactly the same speed. It was going to hurt, of course it was, but he couldn't stop it, and so he wasn't going to try, not again, because that did not go so well the first time around. He would have her the way she lets him have her, and that has to be it. There would be no less, and as she's keen to remind him, there would be no more.


Again, another plotline with potential for Jandy to thrive, if this had actually happened. Out of interest, I am taking prompts so send them my way! What do you guys want to see written that you wish would have happened in the show? Can take place in any season, any timeline. :)