A/N: So this is probably more on the 'lime' end of things, I guess? I dunno, it was fun to write. This was requested anonymously on tumblr. Remember that you can always talk to me if you've got feedback, requests, or just want to talk.

Enjoy!

The first time they tried messing around in City Hall, things didn't go so well. Andy was sitting at his stand, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for April to come over. Usually she wasn't this late, and he was starting to get a little bored of sitting around. Just when he started to get a little worried, over what he didn't know, she appeared next to him.

"Hey, I got an idea," she said, grabbing him by the apron and running down one of the halls.

"What's up?" he asked, following her lead.

"Trust me," she answered, flashing him a wry smile.

Andy didn't know what it could be, but before he could ask further she had dragged him into a small closet. There was one shelf space framed against the wall, covered in cleaning supplies and a bucket in the corner but not much else. Looking around, wondering what was supposed to be happening, Andy was about to voice his confusion when April brushed aside most of the stuff on one of the lower shelves and leapt onto it, legs swinging and giving Andy a look that told him he'd better cross the gap and quickly.

"This is a pretty cool idea," Andy admitted, sliding his hands down to her sides and feeling her buck slightly into him from her position.

"Yep," was all she said, leaning in for a deep kiss and hooking her legs around him.

It didn't matter what she was wearing, but in the heat she had opted for a skirt and while the fabric hiked around her waist Andy couldn't have been happier for her decision. They had barely even started, Andy coming to grips with the fact that he was seconds away from staring at a topless April when the door swung open.

Freezing, April stared wide-eyed at something behind Andy. Craning his neck a little to see, he nodded to the janitor looking at them with a blank stare. It was almost like this was a daily occurrence for him judging by the annoyed look in his eyes.

"Why is it always on my fuckin' shelf…" he grumbled, picking up a box of something and turning around, muttering to himself and slamming the door behind him.

Andy couldn't stop laughing, and the mood didn't seem like it was going to pick back up any time soon, so they quietly left the small room and went back to work. So much for a good idea, Andy complained to himself.

The second time went even worse, if Andy thought about it hard enough. He could probably rank the first five times pretty easily, and the second attempt ended with even worse results. A few days after their sojourn to the closet, something had seemed to grab hold of April – and definitely had Andy. Trying to finagle sex at either April's house or Burly's was proving to be an insane task, and both of them were just about done with that.

"No one ever goes up here anyways," April explained, pushing him down into a chair by a desk on the third floor.

It was a dilapidated, nearly in shambles ruin of a floor. Every few steps you could trip on a toolbox, run face-first into a failing light-fixture, or step on something stuck to the floor. Andy didn't want to know what those somethings were.

"But-"

"Andy, are you really about to argue?" April asked, crouching in front of him, silencing him immediately.

This time things didn't even start because the moment she had said that a voice came from the hallway leading towards the stairs. Andy didn't have time to rearrange himself, trying to get his jeans all the way back on when he saw the small frame and blonde hair that signified Lelsie enter the room April had chosen. Behind her was a group of young looking children, and Andy was fumbling the pants-job.

"And this, is where Pawnee will be putting a new-" Leslie stopped short, turning around when some of the kids stared behind her.

The look on her face was almost matched by the confused looks on the children. April crossed her arms and stood up quickly, looking back and forth between Andy and Leslie. Andy panicked, pulling his jeans up and holding them in place as he ran out of the room. April followed suit, smacking his back and yelling. At the bottom of one of the stairwells, April looked a little shell shocked by the situation they had just escaped.

"Whatever, it's fine," Andy tried, but April gave him a look like he had just sprouted another head.

"Fine?" she said, "Andy, a bunch of kids almost saw me giving you a blowjob, that's less than awesome. I'm gonna hear from Leslie for weeks about this…"

"Yeah, that'll suck," he nodded and chuckled at his own pun.

Andy was pretty disappointed, but he figured they couldn't be interrupted again right?

Right?

The next two times, they tried the fourth floor. April's sister, when she was around, had been haranguing them at her house and refused to leave the two of them alone so that basically nixed the April's house vector and she was pretty sure they'd get arrested in the Best Buy if they tried anything. So, without much of a choice, they headed to the fourth floor to find a secluded meth den or hobo's abandoned blankets to use.

It shouldn't have surprised Andy that when they did find somewhere that seemed relatively quiet and secluded, a short man rolled into the room, mumbling and taking swigs from a bottle. April jumped up from the desk and Andy stood up, wiping a hand across his mouth and shaking his head.

"Just here for the show," the old man grumbled, slumping into a chair. "I 'eard from Joe about you two."

April, who was still flushed from before the creepy old voyeur interrupted them, grabbed his bottle and walked out of the room. Andy followed suit, shrugging his shoulders when the man gave a hoarse yell. Running out of the room before he tried anything, Andy caught up to April and took the bottle from her.

Not willing to give up, and a little anxious, April pushed him into another hallway that seemed empty enough. Looking through a few windows she spotted an office space that was open and looked vacant for the time being. Shoving herself through the doorway, she grabbed Andy by the hand and led him over to the desk. Sitting on it, she none too gently grabbed his head and guided him back down to his knees.

"Hey, babe, I don't wanna alarm you, but-"

"Andy, if you stop I swear to God," she snarled.

Andy shrugged but pointed through one of the windows, where the same old man was staring intently through the sole window of the office. Clamping her legs shut, April returned his stare with an intensity that made Andy a little worried for the well being of that man.

Stomping her way out of the abandoned space, Andy followed and hoped that the old man wouldn't be there the next day. This was beginning to get really old.

April had enough, and she was proving a point. Leslie and Tom had left for a short meeting, and here she was rutting herself against Andy on her desk. It was getting tiring having to walk around her house and be followed by her sister, or have Andy's creepy drummer stare at her all the time. Four times they'd already been interrupted and she needed to blow off some steam, so here they were.

"I feel real weird about this," Andy said, looking around the room and at the closed blinds like they would spring open to reveal Jerry. "Leslie's super cool, but-"

"Andy, I'm going to have sex with my boyfriend," she panted, unbuckling his belt, "who happens to be you, and we're gonna do it on this desk, so you really need to stop talking."

"Trust me, I really," and he stopped to take a breath when the cold air hit his bare legs, "really want to do this, but couldn't we, like, go out on a lunch break? This is… weird."

April stopped moving, looking down at the papers she was sitting on. Sighing, she pushed Andy away from her and shook her head, face downcast.

"Well, we could… like," Andy shrugged his shoulders and continued, "we could, like, go somewhere else."

"We could break into Ann's house," April nodded.

"No, that sounds weird too," Andy frowned.

"You're right, I might get Ann-butt on me," she bit the inside of her cheek in contemplation. "We could find a super gross motel room."

"I'm broke," Andy said sheepishly.

"Who said we had to pay?" she grinned. "That shitty Pawnee Lodge or whatever doesn't even lock, like, half the rooms."

Andy smiled as he finished putting his belt back on. Grabbing her hand, he dashed out of the office with her in tow. Even if the doors were locked, at this point they'd figure it out. If they had to kick Burly out of his own house Andy was pretty sure that April would be capable of it and they could probably get Natalie out of the house if they really tried. Andy was so desperate he didn't even care what they did at that point, and neither did April.