Thank you for your reviews! I love hearing what you guys think. With the predictions we have: 4 people thinking Andy will win, 3 for Sam winning, and 1 for them caving at the same time. Now, wanting to please all of you, I have written three different endings for the three different outcomes. I hope you enjoy each of them.

They successfully made it two whole days without letting their lips meet and it was killing both of them. Every single time they would look at each other's faces, their eyes would always land on the other's lips, studying them, getting comfortable with them in the one way they could, and after every stare down they would laugh at themselves for being so desperate. But neither of them had actually closed the distance and finished the deal. They were both waiting for the other to make the first move, but being as stubborn as they are; it could be years before their lips become reacquainted.

Andy woke up to Sam's nose pushing itself into her neck, smelling her sweet scent, before placing soft kisses on her warm skin. She hummed in encouragement, letting him continue, until she suddenly felt the pain throbbing along her back. Noticing her body suddenly tensing underneath him, he moved off to the side and helped her sit up. "Let me see it." She looked at him, knowing that he would just be angrier with himself if she showed him, she shook her head. "No." His tone was edged with warning, letting her know not to deny him again. "Andy, let me see it."

She looked at him, studying his features before replying. "Promise me you won't get frustrated with yourself. It was an accident, you need to remember that." He didn't move, didn't want to promise her that because he knew that he couldn't keep that promise. He was already furious with himself for putting her through this pain. "Sam, you have to promise that you'll let it go." He nodded, telling himself that he would be fine, he could handle it. She turned her body so she was facing the edge of the bed, Sam sitting behind her on the other half of it, and lifted the back of her shirt.

The left upper half of her back was covered in a purple bruise from landing on it the night prior, when Sam had fallen on top of her playing laser tag. His hand brushed across it so gently, it almost felt as if she had imagined it, the lightness of his touch sent goose bumps across her back. She could no longer see him, but by his quietness, she knew that he was angry at himself and he was hurting for her. His breath was closing in on her back and she felt him press his lips gently to the skin. He continued to kiss every inch of the purple skin, and she stayed still letting him kiss away the pain. He finished looking at the offending skin and lowered her shirt back down.

She turned back around, wanting to see his face, but she wasn't prepared for the broken expression that looked back at her. "Sam, let it go. I'm fine." He shook his head at her statement. "Don't say that. You're not fine." She glared at him, wanting to be clear, "I am fine. It's just a bruise." He was still shaking his head, not wanting her to continue saying she was fine when she wasn't. "I will kick you out right now if you don't get over it." He stopped and looked at her. "I'm serious. If you don't stop blaming yourself, I will send you home, and I will walk to work." He shook his head again. "I won't let you walk to work."

"Then stop blaming yourself and I won't have to." He nodded in agreement as she wrapped her arms around his neck, responding with an 'okay' as she came closer. "Good. Now I think I might need some help in the shower, if you're available." He nodded again as she stepped off the bed and pulled him towards the bathroom.

The warm water washed over them, taking the remaining sleepiness with it. Sam soaped her body, knowing that that was going to cause her the most pain, before reaching for her shampoo and massaging it through her hair. Once he was finished with her hair he quickly washed his own body and hair before stepping out and helping her dry off and dress.

He quickly made them breakfast before taking her to work. He had somehow managed to get an extra day off that week, leaving him to sit around by himself all day as Andy got to work. Helping her into the truck he placed a hand on her thigh and looked up to her face, "Just let me take your shift. You can stay here and rest." She put her hand on his cheek, and stared into his eyes, trying to get her point across to him, "I'm fine. I'll tell Frank to put me on desk duty today. It'll be fine." He stared at her for a couple more seconds before agreeing, "Okay, but you'll call if you need anything right?" She rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness. "Yes. I promise. Now will you please just take me?" He lifted his hands off of her and held them up, showing he meant no harm before stating, "I'm going. I'm going."

She climbed out of the truck and started heading to the door as Sam called out to her and she turned and made her way over to his window. "You're going to call if you need anything?"

"Yes, Sam. I'll call if I need anything. I'm going to be fine though."

"Okay. I'll be back to pick you up okay?"

She nodded and smiled before telling him 'thank you'. She brought her lips to his chin, kissing his stubbly jaw.

"Higher McNally! His lips are and inch higher!" Oliver yelled across the parking lot as he made his way into the station.

She laughed at Oliver's teasing before saying, "I'll see you later." and turning towards the building.

She stepped out of the barn after a long and boring day of desk duty, looking around the parking lot she saw Sam, standing against the truck, with one hand behind his back. As she stopped in front of him, his hand came forward holding out a rose to her. She smiled and accepted it, "Are you trying to get something from me Sam?" He shrugged as if he didn't know what she was hinting at. "Maybe." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "That's what you wanted right? A kiss?" He nodded. "I was kind of hoping that you would kiss somewhere else." She gave him a questioning eyebrow, "And where would that be? Right here?" She asked, placing a finger against his lips. "Mhmm." She smiled at him and walked to the other side of the truck, throwing a 'not gonna happen' over her shoulder.

They ate the dinner that Sam had prepared for them earlier that day, Andy humming in appreciation of the homemade meal. After finishing the dishes she turned to Sam, "You were hoping to get lucky tonight weren't you?" He let his eyebrows draw together in confusion. "What? I can't do something like this because I want to?" She rested her hands on her hips. "Oh you can, but you didn't did you? Not tonight at least. You're trying to get lucky." He scoffed at her accusation. "How dare you think so lowly of me. All I want is one little kiss. Right here." He said, pointing to his lips that he was pouting.

She shook her head. "What else did you have planned for tonight lover boy?" He smiled at her, "Well you ruined my plans, because I was thinking that you would cave and we could spend the rest of the night letting out lips reacquaint themselves, but seeing as that's not happening, we can do whatever you want." She laughed at his failed overconfidence. "Let's go for a walk, get some fresh air." He gave her a look that said, 'really?', but stood up and grabbed his jacket anyway. "It'll be fun."

They stepped into the crisp autumn air, zipping their jackets up to keep out the chilly breeze. She hooked an arm around his and began leading him down the sidewalk. They talked as they walked, enjoying the intimacy of just spending time together with no interruptions and no set plan. "Let's go get ice cream." He looked down at her, her face lightly lit by the street light. "It autumn." He stated as if that would change her mind. She shrugged her shoulders instead, "It doesn't have to be hot to eat ice cream." He agreed to her weird suggestion and headed towards a little ice cream shop.

They stepped into the warmth of the building and stepped up to see the different flavors. They both ordered their desired flavor, and paid before stepping back outside to head back to Andy's condo. He glanced down at her, happy to see the big smile that was now plastered on her face as she licked her ice cream. "You want some?" She asked, holding her cone up by his mouth, he took a couple licks of her cookie dough ice cream, before thanking her and offering her some of his. "No thank you. I would rather not have a nut flavored ice cream." He turned to face her completely, "Andy, just try it. It's good."

"I don't want to try your pistachio ice cream." She emphasized the 'pistachio' with a tone that suggested she didn't understand why he would ever choose that out of all the choices. He started walking towards her as she backed away. She eventually backed into the side of the building shaking her head as his cone came closer and closer to her mouth. "Sam…" she warned, but he ignored it and shoved the ice cream against her lips, smearing it around a little, with a pleased smile on his face.

She laughed, although she was also stunned that he had actually done it. She licked the ice cream from her lips as he asked, "Its good, isn't it?" She nodded, "I bet it's even better if someone doesn't force you to try it by shoving it in your face." He laughed and nodded, things usually were better when someone agreed to it first, at least for the person trying it, he had quite enjoyed smearing ice cream on her face.

He looked down to her lips, noticing she had missed some at the corner of her mouth, he licked his thumb and swiped at the errant ice cream she had missed, before bringing it back up to his mouth to lick the stickiness off. He marveled at the even more delicious taste of pistachio mixed with Andy. He watched as her tongue ran over the spot he had just wiped, watching her acknowledge the taste he left on her, the taste of his mouth, left on her mouth.

She looked up at him, wanting the taste back; he watched her eyes, knowing that she was thinking the same thing. Their lips came together, meeting for the first time in two and a half days, although to them it felt like an eternity. It started out extremely slow, extremely delicate. Their lips getting to know each other again, but as the seconds ticked by, their lips grew hungrier, speeding up, opening wider, until he took a step back, putting some distance between them to breath. "We should…." she flushed as she hitched a thumb back towards her condo. He nodded in agreement, "Yeah, let's do that."

She threw her cone in the nearest trash can, knowing that the only taste her mouth wanted at that moment was Sam. His cone followed hers into the trash before she grabbed his hand and started pulling him with her, walking quickly down the darkened streets. They would stop randomly; just long enough for a quick kiss, to hold them over until they made it safely inside her condo, where they didn't have to worry about scarring little children out on the street or old women out for their nightly stroll. Once they made it inside, they no longer had to hold back.

She was jostling her keys into the lock when she turned to him. "Promise me something?" He nodded. "We are never doing anything like this again." A smile spread across his lips as he nodded again, silently agreeing. "Just open the door McNally." She giggled as the lock turned and she opened the door to let them in, the door slamming shut behind them.

Well here is the first one, where they both cave. Let me know what you think!

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