Totally short, but I wanted to give you guys SOMETHING before I go off camping for a few days :)
"I don't even type like that! Why would you think that was me?" Andy passed his phone back to Sam, rolling her eyes.
"It's obvious now, but at the time I was really upset. I was so excited we were going on a date." Sam set the phone on the counter, lifting Andy up so she could wrap her slender legs around his torso. She ran her hands slowly through the black messy hair, while scanning the kitchen.
Cartons of ice cream and candy bar wraps were sprawled across the marble tops and a mountain of dishes that seemed to grow more daunting as you looked at it crept within the sink. An empty beer glass with remnants of Molson Canadian stuck to the bottom; with another glass that was half full of fresh beer indicated he was having a rough night. Andy couldn't withhold a chuckle, seeing her small apartment within his house.
"You get over someone like a girl does," She looked down at him with a deadly smirk ", ice cream and beer."
"If this leaves this house, I'm shooting you on our beat and making it look like a terrible accident." Sam laughed behind his words, squeezing tightly upon her buttocks. She smiled, arching her back in a playful jerk. He kissed her neck softly, as she pulled at his shirt. She wiggled and maneuvered just enough to throw his shirt onto the kitchen counter, pleased with what she had before her.
"I don't know, Traci is just a text away…" She teased, jumping down and sliding her phone skillfully out of her pocket. Sam turned white, reaching for the phone as she pushed it open with eager thumbs. She stepped back, gliding her foot along the hardwood floor. Sam took a step forward, and Andy would take a step back. Her face screamed of a playful joy as she raised an eyebrow.
"Wanna play that game of Cops and Robbers now? Count to ten, then come find me. If you catch me, you win. If I catch you… I win." Andy tilted her head, a fire burning in her eyes. Sam squinted wearily, unsure how that concept worked. He then sighed and gave into her demand. He shut his eyes tight, counting as slowly as he could. He tried to focus, knowing she scampered up the stairs into some room but form that point in; as quiet and slinky as a cat. There were only two rooms upstairs, so he had a good chance.
"Ready or not," Sam thought as he crept up the stairs and tried to imagine clearing a house after a break in ", here I come."
He opened the spare room door, looking around. Nothing in the closet or under the bed, which would be Andy's only hiding options. Sam crept, thanking his sister silently for the idea of area rugs for the hallway. Silent as a thief, he stalked to his own door, opening it quietly. From here on in, he had only hardwood to work with. He looked in the corners, clearing his blind spots. As he kneeled to check under his bed, a weight was placed upon his back, causing him to topple onto his bedspread.
"Never leave your back open! Rookie mistake. I win, Officer Swarek."Andy pinned his hands behind his back. Sam laughed in a hearty defeat, going to move until he heard a familiar click. His wrists suddenly felt cold and confined.
"Did… you just cuffed me." Sam stuttered, moving his body. She pushed him onto his back, placing the other side of the cuss to his bedpost. She whipped a set of cuffs from her bra, clasping his other hand to the other bedpost as quickly as she could, tightening the cuff just enough so Sam couldn't slip them above the ball. She power laughed as Sam dropped his jaw. Andy mounted the dumbfounded boy, a sly grin upon her lips.
"I think I did cuff you," She held the keys to the sets, throwing them across the room ", problem, Swarek? You're a cop… you can get out of this." She raked her nails down his bare chest, a sound of a groaning man renting the room. Andy smiled with satisfaction, kissing his pale skin.
"I don't think I want to." He chuckled, closing his eyes while Andy bit down his neck. She held down his hips as he forcefully tried to buck. His futile attempts only made her laugh harder, causing Sam to somewhat worry for his wellbeing over the next hours that lead into the morning
"Good, because you're making it up to me for making me cry and I don't care if we have to work tomorrow. Hold on tight, Sammy boy."
Be back soon guys :3
xoxoPN