(October 25th, 2010)

Okay, here's the next one! I have given a great deal of thought and decided to take this fic up a level by adding a little smut. Please understand I do not do this lightly, but I got a feeling as I was writting this that it would suit the story, perhaps even enhance the tension and connection between the two characters. This has become one of my more intense fics and as I plotted out the course of the next few chapters I deamed it appropriate to change the rating.

This chapter (given from Sam's point of view) gives a little background on how Sam got into the gang he's in now as well as his angst and feelings for Andy.
Please enjoy and, of course, review!

Warning: I have changed the rating from T to M. For adult themes such as swearing, violence and sexual activity. So if you review about it being too smutty or whatever, I'm going to curse you for an idiot for not reading this warning. Take note fellow readers; If you're still a kid, you probably shouldn't be reading this. End of story.

Disclaimer: see ch. 1

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Resist Me

Chapter 5: Rejected

That night Sam lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. He tossed and turned with no relief. All he could think about was Andy. This is going to a lot harder than I thought. She had suffered so much, and even though it wasn't directly his fault, it certainly felt like it. Sam thought of her beautiful faced, covered in bruises and scratch from the blows his gang delivered. He shuddered as he thought about it. It wasn't fair that this had to happen to her. Why did Keegan have to be such an ass? Sam wasn't ready to push Andy into telling him the truth; he knew she remembered everything. Keegan had forced her clam up and Sam knew that hiding such a terrible trauma to yourself would eat you up from the inside. But what choice did he have? He had to do what he asked; it was the deal after all. Sam thought back to that conversation four years ago that changed his life.

"Why did you do it Dad? Why couldn't you have stopped? I told you a thousand times that it would get you nowhere!" He yelled at him. His father, Jared, growled in frustration.

"I tried Sammy! But one thing always lead to another and it just happened. I don't have a choice. If I don't pay him back I'll be dead before the week is out!" Sam was pacing his kitchen, his hands running through his hair.

"Well that's not my fault! What do you expect me to do? I'm only twenty-five! I'm at the Academy, trying to do some good in the world. Unlike you!" He spat at him. His anger was uncontrollable now. "You have a problem Dad, I've been trying to get you into a program for years but you never listened to me. And this is what it's done to you!" His father pleaded with him.

"Sammy, please. I'll do better, really I will. Please just help me out." Sam stopped and sighed.

"I have a couple grand in the bank. How much do you owe?" There was hesitation from his father. "Dad, how much do you owe?"

"Eighty grand." Sam's jaw dropped and he was yelling again.

"EIGHTY GRAND? How did you even manage that?"

"Well you know how it works, sometimes you win, and sometimes you don't." He was feeling dizzy now. He stuck out his hand on the counter to steady himself.

"You know I don't have that kind of money. Not even close. Why did you even ask? You know I can't help you." His father moved forward, pleading with his son.

"Keegan's made me a deal. If you work for him, he'll consider us even."

"Are you out of your fucking mind? I am not working for that slime ball! Over my dead body!"

"Sammy we only have each other now that you're sister's gone. Please, just do this, for me."

"Because of what happened to Sarah I promised that I would do everything to stop people like that! I'm going to school to learn how to work against people like Keegan! Please Dad, I only have a year left until I graduate. I don't want to do this."

"Keegan says that if you stay five years without pissing him off, you'll be free and I'll be out of debt. So really you could go back to the Academy and finish!"

"They don't like to start thirty year-olds! And what's the chance of me not getting a record in that time? I won't be viable then." He shook his head. "No, I won't do it."

"Are you really going to let them kill me?" His father said quietly. "Because don't think for a second they won't. If you do this I'll join a program, I won't go near another casino again. I'll get a better paying job. I swear I'm going to change. But I can't change if I'm not alive to do it." Sam just stared at him, his mind reeling with pain and conflict. There was a moment of pure silence. Neither of them spoke or breathed. Finally Sam let go of his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine. I'll do it. But on three conditions."

"Thank you! Thank you! I'll do anything I promise!"

"One: if you so much as buy a lottery ticket I will tell Keegan where to shove it and I'll let him finish the job he started. Two: you'll wire money to my account every month so I can continue to pay rent and whatever. I can't do this unless I have money and my guess is Keegan is pretty stingy with his salaries. And third: I want you to leave me alone. Consider this our last conversation. I'm never going to bail you out again understand?" Jared nodded and moved forward to hug him and Sam growled. "Don't touch me." They both stood there for a moment before Sam spoke again. "I have to go deal with some things. I want you out of my house when I get back." With that he had walked out his front door to make the worse decision of his life.

Thinking back on it now he wasn't sure of why he agreed in the first place. Sam and his father never really got along well; it was his mother that made everything smooth. But she died when Sam was eight everything changed; his father had resorted to betting every penny they had to make him feel "alive" again. Then when Sarah died five years later the two had nothing left. They barely spoke to each other. On Sam's eighteenth birthday Sam had packed two duffel bags and left home, planning never to see his father again. Then the day of their conversation his father showed up at his apartment door and begged Sam to let him inside. He had been covered in blood; his nose and probably many other bones were broken. Sam had told Jared to wait in the house until he came back from the Academy. Then his father had dropped the bomb on him.

Now, he was stuck in this position. If he screwed this up, he would piss off Keegan and he would be stuck another five years in his service. With less than a year to go until his freedom he had managed to stay under the radar only getting a couple parking tickets. Sam had this skill of making himself invisible when he didn't want to be noticed. So over the past four years he had followed Keegan's orders. Thankfully part of the deal was that at least until now he had never been ordered to kill anyone. The odd time or two he had to give someone a good scare, but Sam had made a separate agreement with Keegan. He didn't want to do Keegan's dirty work; they agreed that Sam would set up the deals and work the books. Unlike some of the crew, Sam had stayed drug-free and still had his body in one piece. Although he had gotten into fights and each one left scars in various places.

With six months to go, Sam just had to get through this next deal and then he was free. Keegan had said so himself. This deal was so big that it would take another six months to find a good buyer. All he was in charge of was keeping Andy's mouth shut. Sam sighed and turned onto his side again. It was going to be a long six months.

They spent the following two weeks together. Walking Konan in the afternoon followed by a movie, or dinner. Sam found himself having such a great time. Not only was she gorgeous, but she was also funny and smart. He found out that she went to training Academy in Toronto and that she was an only child. She didn't talk about her parents at all; just stated that she only had her father. He had mainly listened to her, intrigued by her life and witty views of life. During that time they didn't bring up the kidnapping again. Nor did Sam try to pull a move on her. Instead he made cocky and flirty remarks, which made her blush. He loved the way it coloured her cheeks and made her brown eyes light up.

After their fourth together, when Sam walked home he knew he was in way over his head. But he couldn't stop now; he was too involved. Although it killed him that he couldn't touch that soft skin of hers, he was okay with just talking. He spent every night over the fortnight lying in bed thinking about her, and arguing with himself that he was getting too personal. Keegan had called him a couple days after he had been dropped home to ask about his progress. Sam reported that so far it seemed like she was pretty shaken up and that she had told him she didn't remember anything. Keegan told him keep close to her in case she changed her mind.

As their usual routine went Sam and Andy met up again to go for a walk with Konan. When Andy opened her door, he took a gulp. She was wearing a green sundress, showing off those legs he had admired at the club. There were darker patches from her bruises barely visible through her tan. Her hair was pulled into a loose braid that trailed down her back. She still wore her brace but the bruises on her face were gone now. He just stood there admiring her shape of her pink lips, her oval face, her cute nose and her stubborn chin framed by strands of shining curly chocolate hair. When he didn't say anything she blushed and looked to the ground.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked quietly and Sam had to struggle to find coherent words.

"Uh… I… Yeah." She walked down the stairs in flip-flops and joined him with the large dog jogging in front of him. They turned the corner and settled into conversation with ease.

After a couple hours of walking and a lovely dinner outdoors in the sticky hot weather they came in the front door and Andy headed for the armchair and Sam when to the kitchen to grab some wine.

"White or red?" Sam called out and when there was no reply he went back into the living room the television was flickering with movement, illuminating the room and figures flashed across the screen. "Andy?" Sam said as he looked over to Andy. He just stood there with two glasses and a bottle in his hands as he looked at Andy curled in the chair fast asleep. He watched her chest rise up and down, her long brown hair spilling over her shoulders. Sam exhaled and put down the bottle and the glasses as quietly as possible on the coffee table. He smiled as the light illuminated her beautiful face; those long dark eyelashes and those perfect lips. Hesitantly, he sat down on the arm of her chair and reached out his hand to gently stroke her hair. He sighed as he found it to be just as silky soft as he had imagined.

For the past two weeks he had burned to touch her but refrained himself because she wasn't ready for it. But while she was sleeping so peacefully he couldn't help himself. His hand slid down to her cheek and let his thumb rub circles on her soft tanned skin. I'm definitely in this too far, he scolded himself and he froze when she stirred. Her eyelids fluttered, giving him a glimpse of those eyes he adored so much. He forgot that his hand was still resting on her cheek and he snapped it back, scared that she upset her. Instead she tucked her legs closer to her body and exhaled deeply before her eyes stayed firmly shut again. With a sigh of relief he moved back to the couch to watch the movie and let her catch some sleep.

About twenty minutes after sitting down Andy started to squirm. Sam saw her twist and turn in her chair, pained by some unknown force. She was murmuring and shaking her head.

"No… don't touch me. Please! Just leave me alone!" Sam jumped up out of his seat when she started yelling, waking herself in the process. "NO!" She sat upright, breathing heavily and shaking her head. Sam moved in front of her and cupped her cheek; she jerked away from his touch.

"Andy" She squirmed, avoiding his eyes. "Andy! Look at me!" He commanded and her brown eyes found his black ones. "Nobody is here. It's just you, me and the dog. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." She stared at his panic stricken for a moment, hyperventilating. "Nobody's going to hurt you." When he spoke those words he realized that he wasn't just saying them for Andy's sake, but for his too. "Come here." He beckoned her towards him and she collapsed into his arms sobbing. Sam rubbed her back reassuringly while trying to calm her down.

"It's just… so real. It happened. It did. They did horrible things to me, such horrible things. Th-they'll come for me." He shook his head and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close.

"Nobody's coming for you. It's just you and me. Andy, focus for me okay?" He could feel her breathing slow and the tears stopped coming. She pulled back slowly from him wiping her face with the back of her hand. Without thinking he cupped her cheek with his hand and gave her a smile.

"I think you just need a proper night's rest." She nodded and stretched her arms above her head and he continued to brush her cheek with his thumb. One of her arms lowered from her stretch and rest on the top of the hand that was touching her. She gave him a sad smile and held his hand on more firmly to her cheek.

"Thank you Sam." Pleasantly surprised, he let her hold his hand to her cheek and rested his hand on her thigh squeezing it tenderly.

Timidly she re-adjusted herself to move forward towards him. Although he could clearly see her eyes were fearful and reserved, he could see her pushing through it. She leaned towards him and she placed her forehead on his. Andy weaved her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. Sam could feel her sweet warm breath on his face and he closed his eyes and for a moment he flashbacked to that night in the club when he had first breathed in that scent. For a few minutes they just stayed like that. Andy calming herself from her nightmare while Sam was fighting against the urge to go and kill Keegan with his bare hands as well as fighting the growing need to have more of Andy. The feeling of her fingers trailing through his hair sent tingles throughout his body. With a deep breath Sam knew it was time to leave before his self-restrain broke and he might hurt her. He dropped his hand and started to pull away but a hand gripping the front of his shirt stopped him.

"Please, don't leave me alone." He cast a glance at her to see her looking panicked again. His stomach churned as he debated. Andy's hand clutched his desperately and he couldn't say no to her.

"I'll stay as long as you try to get some sleep alright?" She nodded but a flit of panic crossed her face and he pulled her up. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable. I promise to try to be on my best behaviour. Now go get changed." He shooed her off and she slowly made her way to her bedroom. While she was changing Sam rubbed his temples and took deep breaths, calming himself. You can do this. You can do this. He looked up to see Andy standing in the doorway wearing a pair of plaid shorts and purple tank top. Sam choked on his breath as he looked from her cute red-painted toes up those impossibly long legs, raking over her curves until he laid eyes on her clean make-up free face. "Uhhhhh….. hi." He managed to spit out as he continued to stare at her. Way to go Sammy. Very caveman-like. She walked towards him; an expression he couldn't pin covered her face. Andy closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around her waist and laid her head on his chest. Sam froze for a second before snaking his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. For ten minutes they stood peacefully hugging each other. It wasn't until Sam felt Andy swaying on her feet that Sam, encouraged her to go to bed. "You should get some rest. I'll be on the couch if you need me." Andy shook her head and took his hand.

"Please stay with me." With that she pulled him to her bedroom. She got underneath the duvet and waited as he stripped off his shirt. He heard her sharp intake from her as he exposed his torso to her. When his head resurfaced from his shirt, her face was flushed and Sam couldn't help chuckling. He watched her eyes widen and flickered over to his left arm where a tattoo wrapped around his bicep and then down his muscled abdomen where a path of dark hair trailed into his jeans.

"Something bothering you McNally?" She bit her lip; her words stumbled from her mouth.

"Um… yes. I-I mean no." Sam smirked and lifted the covers to slide in beside her. She looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. "Sam, it's twenty-five degrees out. You can't seriously want to sleep in jeans? You're going to die of overheating." He pursed his lips in an amused smile as he kicked off his jeans and shoved them off the bed, leaving him in grey boxer briefs.

"I think you just want to get me naked." The blush spread to her ears and her neck. He pulled her body to his and she hugged his arms to her stomach. Her shirt rode up a little and his muscled stomach touched her back. Sam felt a shiver roll up her spine and it took everything to not touch her in any way that would force her into something she wasn't ready for. But he needed just one hit of the Andy drug. He pressed his nose to her neck and inhaled. "You know, there's something about you… I can't peg what it is… But you smell amazing. All the time." Andy giggled and her foot rubbed up his calf as he trailed his nose across her skin.

"If I didn't know better Swarek I'd say you were trying to get into get into my pants."

"You aren't wearing any pants. You're wearing shorts." He stopped moving his nose and put his chin on her shoulder. "But I'll stop if that's what you want." She sighed, pausing for a moment to find her thoughts. Then he felt her take his hand and splayed it over her stomach under her shirt. He dipped his pinkie finger into her belly button and she let out a gasp. His hand trailed from her stomach up and pulled off her shirt then settled to her unbound breasts. He cupped her left breast, kneading and rolling it as her back arched into his hand. He brought his other hand down to grasp the other one and together he played with her nipples until they were taunt. A moan escaped her lips and Sam felt the blood rush to his groin hardening his already semi-hard erection. He lowered his mouth to the base of her neck and bit down roughly making Andy let a cry. He grinned and moved his way up to her ear and bit down on it, whispering in it.

"Andy McNally." She sighed and ground into his erection, making him groan. "You are turning me on so much right now." Her hand grabbed the back of his neck and held him as he ravaged her neck.

"Would you stop being such a tease?" Andy giggled and he turned her to face and pulling her face up he crushed his lips against her. Taken by surprise she halted all movement before she kicked into overdrive. Immediately she was kissing him back fiercely and his hands running over every inch he could reach. Her hands wove into his hair holding him to her as all the breath left her as he caressed her skin in ways she had never even imagined. He moved down her neck trailing to her breasts, where he took a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. "Oh god… Sam." He loved the way she said his name in that breathy moan. God it made him so horny. She arched her back as he switched to the other, teasing her into a frenzy. The impending pressure on Sam's crotch was pulsing and the need for relief was growing. He removed his mouth from her breast and she yanked him up so she could reclaim his lips. Andy rolled on top of him not breaking their lips while her hand ran down his muscular stomach. A flag raised in Sam's mind, making all thoughts come to a full stop. He grabbed her hand and held it to his chest.

"Wait." Both of them were panting as they tried to catch their breath.

"Is… did I do something wrong?" Andy whispered her voice was clearly hurt.

"No, no not at all. I just think… not tonight. Not this way." She dropped her gaze, avoiding his eyes.

"You don't want me." She stated as her voice started choking up.

"No, believe me, I want you. More than anything. It's just I'd rather have this night when you're not trying to prove something to yourself." Silently, she got off him and lay on her side facing away from him. "Hey, don't be mad. I like you, a lot. And I have the feeling that if we went through with this tonight while you're upset you might regret it tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around her and kept her close to him. Then he kissed her neck lovingly. "Please don't be upset." Andy sighed.

"I'm not angry. Just rejected."

"You have no reason to feel rejected. You are far too sexy and beautiful for your own good." She laced her fingers through his and closed her eyes. "Just sleep on it okay? We can talk in the morning." She gave a nodded and stifled a yawn. A few minutes later she was sound asleep. He just watched her as she breathed slowly, her face free of pain. He pecked the spot under her ear before he nestled to her and fell asleep himself.

Okay there you have it! Hope you guys liiiiiiked it!
I thought I'd throw in Sam being the rational one for once. But don't worry, sexy time is gunna happen soon. :P

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