A/N: this story only exists because anonymous reviewer J asked "would you consider Andy McNally/Donovan Boyd?" when my muse was at a vulnerable point. The moral of this story: Reviews are the best things ever!

J, I hope if you read this chapter that it doesn't disappoint. :)

It's a Good Thing You're Pretty

Post 209... Chris leaves Andy alone at the Penny after he sees Dov and Gail together, but she isn't alone for long...

"Alright, I'm going to call Gail." Chris stood, "Be right back?"

Andy nodded. Today had been a good day. She'd mastered the drills and even been asked on a date. Sure she'd turned it down, but that didn't stop her ego from basking in the attention. Of course every bit of her body was exhausted, but that was to be expected. She wondered if she would be able to walk the next day. Who knew two days of riding horses would be this tough.

She took a sip of beer. The cool liquid slid down her throat, the perfect cap to a great day.

"Where're sassy and teen mom tonight?" Donovan Boyd seemed to appear from nowhere. One minute she was alone, contemplating the wonder of a good pint, the next she was face to face with one of her least favourite people in the world.

"Excuse me?"

Boyd smiled , "You know, blondie and the one who's screwing Jerry... I thought you rookies were tied at the hip."

"And why is that?" Andy gave him her best fuck-off look.

He was impervious. "You're always together."

"It's called friendship." she said, wishing Chris would hurry the fuck up.

"Friends? Never had the time." Boyd flashed her what she suspected was supposed to be a charming smile.

"Somehow I'm not surprised." She snapped, turning so she faced away from him, hoping he'd get the hint.

He didn't.

"What're you drinking?"

"Not enough apparently," Andy muttered.

"I couldn't agree more." He flashed her that grin again - it made her want to throw her pint of Nickel Brooke at him.

She craned her neck, searching the bar for a familiar face, she almost thought she would be happy to see Luke at this point. No luck. "What the hell is taking so long, Chris?" She muttered, taking two generous swallows of beer in quick succession. There wasn't enough in the glass to get her drunk under normal circumstances, but maybe if she chugged it?

Boyd slid into the chair beside her, setting four shots of Jack Daniels in front of them. "I know you girls like Tequila, but I hate fruit so.." He gestured to the shots, "drink up."

Not bothering to sort through the possible implications of letting a guy she hated buy her shots, Andy complied. The alcohol burned down her esophagus, curling warmly in her belly. She downed the second shot before Boyd had even touched his first and when he pushed a third towards her she didn't object.

"Cheers," he clinked his glass against hers and tipped it back. "Ah! Much better."

Andy took a sip of beer to cover the smile she could feel tugging at her lips. The JD was doing its work and everything seemed more pleasant, even the grinning man beside her. "Thanks for the shots," she said, setting her now-empty glass on the table, "but I should go see if Chris is alive out there."

"Afraid the zombies got him?" He pulled a comically horrified face.

She laughed involuntarily and then glared at him. "Chris knows how to double tap." She said with a sassy grin, recalling the utterly ridiculous movie she'd watched the last time she'd hung out with Chris and Dov at their apartment.

Boyd waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

She rolled her eyes, "Goodnight detective."

"Oh no," Boyd stood, his chair scraping back loudly. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I just left you to deal with the zombies on your own?"

"You're calling yourself a gentleman?" Andy smirked. "They must have changed what that word means since I heard it last."

Boyd chuckled, following her like a tall, slightly scruffy shadow as she wove her way through the tables and bodies towards the exit.

She gave up trying to shake him. Soon enough she would find Chris, Dov and Gail and then it wouldn't matter if Boyd insisted on buying her drinks and making inappropriate comments. When she stepped outside and saw no one around she stopped short. "What the hell?" She muttered, pulling her cell phone out of her back pocket.

No missed calls. She pulled up her address book and sent Chris a text. "So much for 'be right back.'" she said aloud, forgetting for a moment that Boyd was leaning against the doorway, hands in his coat pockets, watching her with a hint of a mocking smile on his face until he opened his mouth.

Boyd pushed away from the wall and sauntered over to her. "Like I said, zombies."

She glared at him. "Why are you even here?"

"You were all pathetic and drinking alone. Someone had to rescue you." Boyd was standing so close now she could feel his breath of her face. It made her feel flushed and awkward.

"I was alone for less than a minute!"

He shrugged. "How was I supposed to know? It's not like I sit around in the Penny watching you, McNally. Geez, egomaniac." He ruffled her hair.

Andy slapped his hand away and pushed hard against the center of his chest with one hand, putting an arm length between them for good measure.

He laughed and took two steps back, pulling her along as he moved.

Andy wasn't prepared for the tug at her arm and half staggered, half stumbled against him.

He took advantage, wrapping his arms around her in a loose embrace that held her against him, but suggested she wouldn't have to fight too hard to get away. "You know," he said conversationally, looking down at her flushed face, "It's a good thing you're pretty because you're awfully clumsy."

Andy glared at him. Her mind sought a retort, but the alcohol had kicked in, dulling her ability to come up with quippy one liners.

"You are, you know." His face was suddenly serious.

"I am not." She twisted in his grasp, but his arm's didn't drop.

"Yes you ar-"

"You don't even know me." She interrupted.

"I have eyes don't I?"

With a final twist Andy broke free of his arms, placing a few feet between them. "Look," She said, trying to find a balance between dismissive and tactful in her mind and mostly failing, "I don't know what you think-"

"I think you're beautiful." His voice was low, rough, intimate.

Andy stood rooted to the spot. She didn't know what she'd been expecting, but that was not it. Boyd ran one finger down her cheek. She didn't move away.

"You're also smart and you think on your feet." His finger traced along the delicate skin of her throat before sliding around so he could slip his fingers into her hair. He cradled the back of her skull gently on five fingers and slowly leaned in.

It wasn't until his lips brushed hers, tentatively at first but more firmly when she didn't immediately pull away, that she realized what was happening. Donovan Boyd thought she was beautiful. He was kissing her in the parking lot of the Black Penny. And he was actually quite good at it.

Feeling oddly detached from the entire situation, Andy kissed him back. His lips were soft and pliant and when she opened her mouth to him he knew what to do with his tongue. His other hand slid around her waist as he took half a step to bring their bodies close together.

Andy wrapped her arms around his neck. She could feel his firm thighs pressed against hers, her breasts brushed against his chest. Her nipples were tight and warm arousal pooled deep in her. She moaned against his mouth.

A car door slammed. Suddenly Andy's brain caught up with her body. She broke the kiss, stepped back and slapped him hard across the face.

"Seriously?" he rubbing his cheek with one hand. "What the hell McNally?"

"You kissed me!"

"You slapped me!"

Andy threw up her hands, "If you didn't want to get slapped maybe you should have kept your tongue to yourself."

"You loved it."

"I did not." She hissed, suddenly very aware that they were standing in a well lit parking lot outside a bar all of their coworkers frequented. She could feel a hot red flush spreading over her face.

"A minute ago you would have fucked me against that wall."

"No." Andy suppressed the urge to hit him again. How dare he insinuate-

"And it would have been the best sex you ever had."

He looked so pleased with himself she could no longer control her own movements. Rage bubbled up in her and she swung her arm back, fully prepared to put her entire weight behind this one.

"Oh no you don't." He grabbed both her forearms, pinning them at her sides as he propelled her backwards until her back hit the wall.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." She spat out the words.

"So you can slap me again? I don't think so."

Andy tried to pull her arms away.

"If I let you go are you going to hit me?" a smile played around the corners of his mouth.

Andy sighed. "No." she said sullenly.

He looked doubtful, "You promise?"

She forced her body to relax. "Yes."

"Okay then." Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he released his grip on her and stepped back. "How about you let me buy you another drink?"

Andy shook her head. "No."

"Come on," he wheedled, "What's one drink between friends?"

"We're not friends."

"We could be."

She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms across her chest.

"A fuck buddy is a kind of friend." He said, quickly stepping back to be out of range if she decided to slap him again.

Much to his surprise, and hers, she didn't. Instead she leaned back against the wall, arms still folded across her chest, and appraised him thoughtfully. It had been a while. Even before she'd found out about Luke and Jo, Luke hadn't really been up for much of anything. It had been months since anyone but her had brought her to orgasm. And Boyd had a certain something..

She was pretty sure it was a narcissistic personality disorder that made any self respecting woman in a ten mile radius want to run him over with her car. But, as the cliché said, the line between hate and love is very thin.

"One time, and if you tell anyone I will personally remove both your testicles with a grapefruit spoon. Take it or leave it."

His eyes widened, though she wasn't sure it if was in surprise that she'd accepted or in horror at the overly descriptive threat.

She didn't much care. "Well?"

"Yeah." Boyd flashed her a grin, "let's do this." He pulled out his car keys. "Your place or mine?"

She snorted, "Like I would let you in my house."

He rolled his eyes. "Come on snarky." He slung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side as he walked them both over to his car.

o o o

"You live here?"

"What?"

"It's nice."

"I'm going to pretend you don't sound surprised about that." Boyd said, opening the front door of his two story house.

Andy followed him inside, eyes raking over the subtle, classy decor. "Seriously, are you married or something?" She asked, there was no way in hell the snarky egotist she was about to use for sex had a hand in decorating anything this classy.

"I lived with a girl a few years back," he said, his tone telling her to drop it. "Satisfied?"

She shrugged. She wanted to ask how he'd managed to trick someone with such impeccable taste, but there was a guarded look in his eye that stopped her. Who knew the man had feelings? It was an uncomfortable revelation and she pushed it from her mind.

"Drink?"

"Yes."

"This way." He led the way down a hardwood hall to a spacious kitchen.

Andy leaned against the island in the middle and watched as he rummged through three cupboards before finding a pair of shot glasses. It was oddly satisfying to know he didn't entertain like this often.

"Vodka or whiskey?" He asked, pulling two bottles out of the freezer.

"Vodka."

He smirked, amused by something he didn't voice, and poured them each a shot - vodka for her, whiskey for him. "Cheers!"

"Cheers." She returned, raising her drink slightly before throwing it back. A few more of these and she would stop hating herself for being here.

As if he read her mind Boyd refilled both shot glasses four more times before suggesting with a cheesy raise of his eyebrows that she might be more comfortable naked.

She rolled her eyes, but didn't resisted when he pulled her upstairs. His bedroom was neat, but sparse, much more in line with what she would have imagined his home to look like. The walls were white, his sheets and slightly crumpled duvet were dark blue. A single dresser was the only other furniture in the room. One of the drawers was half-open, a black sweater flopped over the edge as if it were trying to escape.

Boyd stood behind her as she surveyed the room. His strong fingers splayed over her hips, pulling her flush against him. She felt his hot breath against her neck. It sent a shiver down her spine. Goosebumps erupted over her skin as his stubble rasped against her neck moments before his hot, wet mouth took over.

Andy let her head fall back against his shoulder, giving him better access. She closed her eyes and let her mind conjure another face as his lips suckled her tender flesh.

He walked one hand slowly up her torso, pausing to caress the underside of her breast. He cupped her lightly, letting the warmth of his skin seep through the layers of fabric.

His teeth grazed her earlobe. "Tell me what you want." He whispered huskily igniting a pool of liquid fire in her center.

"Kiss me." She said, turning her head so she could meet his lips with her own.

He tightened his hand on her breast as his tongue plundered her willing mouth.

Andy arched into his touch. She could feel the beginnings of his hardness against her ass and she swivelled her hips against him.

He broke the kiss and busied both hands with the fastenings on the front of her vest. His breathing was harsh against her ear.

Andy let him work on the vest, her own fingers freeing the fastenings of first her jeans and then his. The buttons of his fly were hard to undo behind her back and by the time she'd managed it Body had finished with her vest and begun to pull her shirt up. She raised her arms and let him pull it off, throwing it to one side.

His mouth dropped to her shoulder, sucking in the flesh just above her clavicle with enough pressure she would have a mark the next day. He cupped her breasts with both hands, running his lightly calloused thumbs over her lace covered nipples. The dusky flesh tightened to stiff peaks.

Andy covered his hands with her own, guiding his movements, showing him how she liked to be touched. He pinched one nipple hard, and she gasped. His erection was fully hard now and she could feel it pressing urgently up against her backside. She ground back against him and was rewarded by his teeth digging into her shoulder.

He spun her around with sudden force and taking her lips in a searing kiss. She leaned into it, her breasts pressed against his chest, his erection trapped between them. Wetness pooled between her legs and any lingering reservations fled in the wake of a wave of arousal.

Andy pushed impatiently at his shirt. He pulled it off in a single moment, exposing a lightly toned chest sprinkled with just enough chest hair. She ran one finger down the hairy treasure trail, following it until it disappeared beneath the band of his underwear.

Boyd took her hand in hit and laid it over the bulge of his cock. She squeezed it lightly, leaning forward to taste his exposed chest. She swirled her tongue experimentally over one nipple and felt his muscles tighten in response.

He pulled her against him, his fingers reaching for the clasp of her bra. It took him two tries but then the clasp fell open and Andy dropped her arms so he could push the straps free.

Before he could touch her now-bare chest, Andy dropped to her knees and pulled his pants and underwear down with a single tug. He kicked them free so he was standing before her completely naked.

Andy blew a stream of air over his erect cock, noting the tip was already glistening with pre cum. Meeting his eyes she ran her tongue along his shaft from tip to base and back again. She swirled her tongue over his tip and then took him into her mouth. She couldn't take all of him, but she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and moved it in sync with her mouth.

His hips bucked towards her and he felt the sensitive tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. He clenched his hands at his sides to keep from grabbing her head and holding her in place while he fucked her mouth. God she felt so good. She pressed a knuckle gently on the sensitive spot just behind his balls. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from coming right then.

"Oh no you don't." he growled, pulling her to her feet and turning so she was pressed up against the wall. He captured her lips, tasting himself on them. His fingers teased her nipples, pinching and soothing until she squirmed against him. He dropped his mouth and sucked in one taut nipple.

Andy whimpered, arching against him. There was a hot wet ache between her legs and she didn't know how long she could wait. Taking matters into her own hands she pushed down her jeans and panties, kicking them free when they landed in a puddle at her feet.

One of Boyds hands skimmed over her stomach, tracing teasing circles until he reached the patch of trimmed hair. He kept his touch so light she almost couldn't feel it as he traced over her thighs and stomach. Slowly he drew closer to her centre, but never actually touched it.

"Please," Andy groaned, clinging to him, her legs shaking with need.

Boyd stepped back, abruptly severing contact. "Turn around." He said in an authoritative voice.

Without even thinking, Andy complied, turning so she faced the wall. He took her by the hips and Andy reached out, bracing herself with flat hands against the wall.

Boyd grabbed a condom from the top of his dresser and rolled it on with practiced fingers, admiring the view of Andy's naked ass, thrust out as she braced herself against the wall. He tested her entrance with one finger, and then two before guiding himself into her sopping wet opening. He moved slowly at first, allowing her body to stretch around him. He braced one hand against the wall and massaged her breast with the other as he began to move. "Touch yourself." he growled against her neck.

Keeping one hand on the wall for balance, Andy let her other hand drift down, finding her clit. With practiced motions she circled the swollen nub. Her first orgasm came quickly, hot and wet it made her see stars for a moment and then it was over.

Boyd pinched her nipple to the point of pain. "God you're tight," He hissed in her ear. He pulled nearly all the way out slowly, giving her body time to come down from the first orgasm before picking up the pace. But his control could only hold out so long, and soon he was thrusting into her with abandon.

Andy felt her inner walls tighten as a second orgasm, slower than the first but more powerful, built within her.

Boyd came with a guttural groan. A few more flicks of her finger over her clit and Andy's second orgasm ripped through her, reducing her knees to Jello. Boyd held her with one strong arm around her waist as she gave in to the rolling heat of her pleasure.

"There are clean towels in the guest bathroom if you want to clean up," He said, stepping back once she was able to stand on her own. He rolled off the condom and disposed of it.

Flushed with sudden embarrassment, Andy gathered her discarded clothes and followed the line of Boyd's finger towards the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, clean and dressed, Andy sat in the kitchen. She couldn't even look at Boyd. Her entire body was liquid with relaxation, but her mind was racing. What the fuck did I just do? When her cab arrived, Boyd was the perfect gentleman, opening the door and kissing her goodnight. Somehow that made it even worse. When she got home she showered twice before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.