A/N: Another fic from me! Weird, I know. It feels so strange, this whole "not writing" thing. Hopefully I can stick to my word and work on other, longer fics to keep myself busy and get some fun April/Andy out for y'all :)

This one here was requested anonymously as, "Possessive". Enjoy!

In the food court just outside a terminal in the rinky-dink Pawnee airport, April made an agitated groan for the third time in a minute. She pushed herself closer to Andy in the tiny booth they were sharing, shoving her half-eaten breakfast sandwich to the side.

"Ugh, this is so lame," she groaned, settling the side of her head against Andy's shoulder. "I hate this stupid job already."

"Babe, you haven't even gone yet!" Andy said with a confused chuckle. "I'm sure you'll rock."

"Duh, it's super easy," she said with a roll of her eyes that he couldn't see. "Doesn't mean it can't suck, and be lame… and dumb."

"I know, hon," he said reassuringly. "Oh, maybe I could go with you and we could just, like, do it on the plane."

"That would make me feel better… but Leslie does need you for stupid important, stupid things–"

"Oh, right," Andy said, shaking his head. "Sorry, babe."

"It's fine," April said with just as much of a whine in her voice as she could manage before getting disgusted with herself. "At least Ben won't be here to complain and talk about whatever dumb in-flight movie is on."

"But he will be there to complain about the job with you!" Andy replied, saying it with what was probably meant to be reassurance.

"Ugh… I'm so glad I managed to wait a week," she said, moving her offhand not rummaging around, trying to find his underneath the table, to fidget with his shirt. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah, you too."

"If you find some super cool chick and leave me for her, I'll kill her," April whispered to him.

It was a thought in the back of her head. Sure it was silly but that didn't stop it from intruding on her mind at practically every moment of their last week together – for months – and frankly, April had enough. It was stupid. Though, in all seriousness April would be likely to kill a mistress in a jealous rage. She couldn't imagine Andy doing that to her, but at the same time the thought of being convicted for a crime of passion sounded oddly cool to her. Minus the whole infidelity part, but that was just a detail.

April tucked the idea of using this little scenario for some alone time after coming back, a nice little rendezvous for the two of them. She fiddled with his shirt again and shuffled a bit more to get even closer to Andy.

"Aww–"

"I mean it," April repeated in a low, deathly growl.

"You're so hot when you're creepy," Andy said back, low, and rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand. "Think we could–?"

"Bathroom?"

"You're so smart, babe," Andy said incredulously and walked out of the booth with April, hand in hand, toward the bathrooms just before she left for her flight.

Afterward, hair a mess (and earning a fist pump from Andy, as always) and with her clothes more ruffled than before, April wondered why her mind could be such an asshole sometimes.