A/N: This is so dumb.
"April, it's Halloween and-"
"And?"
"Well, we usually... celebrate," Andy is very quiet over the phone. It's really the only time he's this quiet, as if everyone on that stupid, not-here island will hear him. "Y'know..."
"Oh, I know..." April chuckles and takes it upon herself to go for a walk. It's certainly not for the obvious, express purpose of this call. "Andy, seriously? You're calling to ask for-?"
"Nothing!"
"Andy..."
"Look, I just wanted... y'know, like, a peek."
"Dude, did you just ask for a peekaboob?" April hisses under her breath, already inside the Pawnee City Hall ladies' room.
"I, uh... didn't wanna impose on my beautiful wife," Andy stutters out, and she can't believe he's being so defensive about asking for nudes.
As if it was a problem with her? Especially after asking when she's already missing any sort of contact with him?
She promptly ended the call, enjoying the satisfaction of hanging up on him. It was even better when he texted her back, after she sent him just a quick tease - shirt in teeth, arm covering just enough prepared - and luxuriated in his response for a while.
Ever since Andy stayed in London, their texts haven't been nearly as filthy as she'd like and the rest of the night keeps her sated for now.