A/N: Requested a long while ago (back around chapter 81) as demisexual* Andy and bisexual** April fluff since I wrote them as such in that chapter. Or, at least, I hinted at both of those things and this is more of a bi-curious April than completely identifying as bi. Thought it was fun then, just never got around to it. It's fluffy, but it's also relatively serious enough.

Lots and lots of talk about sex, how sex affects a relationship, and sexuality, though there is nothing pornish or smutty about this chapter! It is simply a cool, real concept that I think April and Andy would come to talk about at some point.

* Demisexuality is characterized as feeling a sexual attraction/developing a sexual bond with or to someone only after developing a very strong interpersonal bond, whether that be emotional or romantic.

** Bisexuality is characterized as feeling a sexual attraction to male and female genders, though it isn't strictly limited to those two genders.

It's something difficult to think about, and it makes April uncomfortable the whole night it first pops into her head. She loves Andy, and loves him without fail, so why was she thinking like this? It wasn't that their sex life dried up - hell, if anything it got crazier by the day.

The solution and decision isn't permanent. She doesn't want it to be permanent, but April was never shy about exploring herself. That's what she loved so much about Andy, and why she always looked at their sex life as a series of fun adventures. Very fun, and it's not as if she would want this to the point where if she doesn't have it their relationship is ruined. April just thinks that, if he's okay with it, then why not at least try it? The problem was trying to get Andy to think about it. Having sexual fantasies and having an active sex life are two different things, and April got that but she didn't know if Andy would necessarily understand that at all. It's not like she's imagining that she's cheating on Andy, because she just thinks about extra hands and Andy's never missing in her fantasy.

So, she lets it fester for a little bit until they're sitting at a bar and both of them are eyeing people like a creepy as all hell couple. Well, they are. April's scouting out people she wants to have sex with. So, yeah, it might be a little weird. Especially when her husband is there and an active component. However, even when she sees someone she'd like to approach and maybe ask at some point, there's a gross gut feeling that makes her brush them off.

"Andy," she says quietly, out of breath.

He looks up, smiling, before going back to her and kissing April hard. "You wanna go again? I'll go d-"

"I wanna talk to you about something," she gets out before she takes up his offer.

"Shoot!" he sits back on his arms and looks so pleased with himself.

"Let me explain first that I love you and you are the best person in the whole universe," she taps his chest. "Also, sex with you is great."

"Nice," he nods along before snapping to look over at her. "Wait, this sounds bad."

"No, it's not!" April immediately protests, kissing him. "Babe, this could be great. I've just been thinking about something, and it's weird but I think it could be cool."

"If you think it'll be cool, then I'm sure it would be," he says with such love in his eyes that she hates thinking about this all over again.

"You know how we try stuff all the time... and you know how you're pretty open about stuff?" April looks down at her hand tapping his chest and takes a deep breath, waiting for him to answer.

It takes Andy a second and she worries he's overthinking it. Andy overthinking it, maybe not the greatest expectation. "Sure, because I love you!"

"Ugh, Andy I wanna try something, but you have to be cool with it first," she looks up at him and gives him the best pleading look she can muster. "If you think it's weird or stupid, then it's a no-go."

"Then just say it... babe, I love you and tru-"

"I wanna screw a girl."

It's just that she thinks about having sex with Andy and someone else. Not separately, but she thinks what it'd be like to have another person with them and when her relationship with him started out as something couched in a lot of anger and jealousy over another woman it's really hard to explain to Andy that what she wants is another woman.

She takes a drink from the almost sour martini and points, as secretly as she can, at a tall brunette way out of both of their leagues.

"She could be fun," April suggests.

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugs. "You could go talk to her if you want."

"Andy, you said this was fine," she turns to look at him, because this is important to her. Their relationship is based in trust and love, and she doesn't want him to make light of that ever.

"I mean, it is... I guess," he says with a chuckle, "but it's just weird to me that you want me to go with you for this, y'know?"

"Dude, you're telling me you don't want to have a threesome with your wife and some other hot chick?" she says almost incredulously, but he's looking down at his beer like he's about to say something really depressing. That's not his job. "Andy, if you're not cool with it, just tell me. I told you it's fine, and I don't need to do this."

"Yeah, but you'd probably be happier if you did do it," he taps his glass and laughs again. "Like, actually do it. With someone that isn't me-"

"Babe, I told you, it's going to be us and it's going to be us figuring out what we like," she holds his hand and squeezes, smiling. "It's just like Saturdays, but..."

"But you wanna be with somebody that isn't me," he sighs.

"No! I don't want that at all," she smiles at him. "Andy, don't think like that."

"I dunno how I'm supposed to feel," he says and takes a sip of his drink.

She's happy he doesn't let go of her hand though. That feels like he at least partially gets that she's not doing this to create a problem. "And Andy, I'm not gonna be unhappy if we walk away right now," she explains. "Hell, I've felt sick thinking about this since we talked about it."

"Yeah?"

"Dude, I almost threw up this morning. It feels like I want to cheat on you," she tells him with no amount of laughter in her voice. "But it's not. I just sometimes think about it, and think about how I might have always wanted to do something like this, y'know?"

"Not really," Andy says matter-of-factly. "But, this isn't... I dunno, I always thought us having sex was cool and important because we were doing it."

"And it is, and I don't want it to ever be anything but that," April kisses him, trying to show him. "That's why I'm totally cool with not doing this, either now or ever."

Andy's eyes widen. "Does this mean you think about chicks when we do it?" and his face turns all dumb and grinning. April slaps his shoulder. "Ow!"

"No, babe. That's why I want to do it with you and some hot lady," April looks back over the bar.

"But... this is weird," Andy taps the glass again and turns to look at her. "I wanna tell you something then. I mean, it's weird... but, um, is it weird that I don't think about anyone else either?"

April smiles wide and kisses him again. "No, it's really sweet," April says, "and I don't blame you. We're super hot together."

"True."

"I don't either, Andy. I wanna make that super clear: you are my husband," she holds his face as she speaks. "You, Andy Dwyer, if you want it to be that way, are the only person who gets to have sex with me by default. You are the only big dumb puppydog I want in my life, but if you want to try something with me... I'm all ears."

Andy looks at her and still looks like he's struggling with something. April's okay with that, since she's not looking at anyone else in the bar and thinking about just taking Andy home and proving to him that she wants him above all else. This was just an idea. It was just another Saturday exploration of things they were interested in but not necessarily craving. It's what makes their sex life special, and important to her. There's trust between the two of them, and always love, so when she says that she would be fine not thinking about this again, then if it made Andy happy she'd be okay with it.

She doesn't want to close a door, only open a window a bit.

"I just... it's weird to me because I literally can't think of anyone but you," he looks down at their hands. "I mean, if I could... I'd wanna do this for you, April, but I can't think about anyone else like that. Like, I can't even do anything when I think about someone else."

"You've thought about other people-?"

"No!" he interrupts immediately, looking frightened. "Only when you brought it up. It wasn't something I thought about until then, I swear. Really honey, I swear-"

"Okay, babe, I believe you," she smiles and kisses him one more time. Just to get the point across.

"It's just... I dunno, you're super hot and awesome and the best wife ever," he looks almost frustrated and squinting a lot, holding her hand all the while. "But I can't even, like, think about other people. And then I think about you and I'm... it's just, y'know, one-hundred percent on. Like on-"

"I get you, weirdo," she laughs. "Really? So you don't, like, think about Ann or...?"

"No. And I can't... I really, super can't even think about anyone but you when we do it," he answers in a small voice. "Do you... y'know, think about Ann?"

"Ew, no," April grimaces and looks around the bar again. People are starting to mill out and some stragglers, clearly too drunk to move or calling a cab, stay behind. April smiles at him. "You wanna head home?"

"But you didn't find anyone-?"

"I don't need anyone," she says with a wandering eye over Andy. It's incredible how lucky she is, April thinks. He definitely scored, too. "Just my awesome husband."

"You're the best wife," he grins and they stand up and pay the tab. Andy looks at her and gives April his trademark effusive grin. "I mean it though... you are so hot."

"Shut up," she smacks his arm and he walks them out of the bar, holding her hand still.

She meant it when she said that it didn't matter to her if they ever did this. After that night, when she's pleasantly tired the next day and he's so sweaty that she can only be proud of herself, April tries to imagine what it could have been like. But, really, she realizes - above all else - that she wanted Andy to be okay with her thinking like this. She felt wrong and like she was doing something wrong simply thinking about it, and Andy being supportive as only Andy could made her realize that he is the best. It's important that they talked about this, and that they came to a decision. If the window was shut, that at least took the weight off of April's shoulders for thinking she was cheating on him simply by thinking about sleeping with a woman and him.

And she tries to understand how he thinks.

April feels special when she does that. If, out of everyone in the world that he could have, Andy loved her and that meant only her, it makes her feel important and wanted. In the grand scheme of things it wasn't that important, but to her being wanted so often and so singularly meant everything to her. In a world built by choices, she was his first choice and April won't lie that it makes her giddy with love. It meant the world to her that Andy only had eyes for her, even if it meant being physically incapable of doing otherwise. She was the special one, even if he always said that he didn't deserve her.

So, she's going to think about it but she won't dwell on it. If Andy ever feels comfortable with it, like she said, April will take that opportunity openly. Until then, if that time ever comes, she'll enjoy her husband and everything that means.