Chapter 2

a/n: now a two shot thanks for all the reviews

They had laid together in the same place just listening to one another breath for hours, it wasn't until Andy's stomach began to grumble that the reality of the outside world stuck its nose in and they both knew this time was coming to an end. Sam looked up at Andy still holding his arms securely around her, "I guess it's time to move huh?"

Taking a deep breath she sighed looked up and their eyes met "yah I guess"

Andy went to move, placing a hand on his chest to gain her balance, if it was instinct or habit he placed his hand over hers keeping it in place, he sighed looking at her again "sorry "he mumbled she resumed her earlier position laying on his chest "its fine Sam" she looked down again it was then he felt his shirt, it was damp, what the, he mumbled. Taking a minute he looked down at Andy, pushed himself up slightly so he could look at her, "Andy what's wrong"

"I'm sorry Sam, "her eyes filled with tears

"Why, Andy why are you sorry "his hand came up beside her face touching her cheek

"I miss you, I miss this, and I miss us" she whispered, "I'm sorry because I know it's not my place anymore, I know you moved on, I just miss you"

Looking into her eyes was heartbreaking, how could one person show so much emotion through one look and how could he understand it. Certain things he guessed he might never know but others did they always said as much to the both of them, they knew each other, they knew each other's moves, they spoke without speaking an entire conversation with just one glance that is what had made them great partners on the job, why didn't it work off the job he sometime wondered.

"Andy"

"Sam its okay I understand, I just needed to say it, I'm sick of being scared, of making the wrong choice, I just needed you to know that as well"

Sam continued to look at her, her tears glazing over the pain that was in her eyes, the torment that she felt resonated in his in chest, his pain mirrored hers and with that revelation he said the only thing that would convey how he felt "stay"

They continued to lay there together, only getting up to eat, or drink with every look that passed between them something was silently conveyed. He cried, she listened. She spoke, he cherished.

As their tears quieted to soft mummers without tone and only depth, they sat up facing each other, gazing into something they never really knew existed. "Hold me," she said, speaking the simplest of her soul's truth.

Widening his eyes to encompass her entire being took more than a second, but he chose not to move in that instant. Wanting to show her what he saw that had made him cry, made him move, made him die, and made him reborn that night, he raised his right hand. He moved it slowly towards the left side of her chest, but it stopped just short of touching her. Still moving slowly, it turned sideways and moved in a scooping motion and then retracted to a slightly cupped palm facing upwards, as though it was holding something delicate.

With equal grace, his other hand moved over and gently rested on top of the other, also cupped. Pulling them back together, he lowered his lips and rested them close to the base of his two hands. Like a gate parting, the fingertips of his two hands moved apart, almost spout-like. Aiming carefully for the top of her head, he began to blow, slowly moving down her body as though he was holding some kind of magic dust.

Spreading his hands apart, as he had soon reached the bottom of her in that single breath, he almost seemed to look at her in a renewed light. Wrapping one hand around her back and another tucked under her smooth buttocks, he pulled her close to him in such a way that not a single part of their bodies could be missed. He wrapped his arms around her and nestled his head against her shoulder and soft cheek.

What mattered was not that they touched everywhere in that moment, but simply that he was holding her...and she was there.

Things will never be simple for them but at that moment, they both knew that the universe did have a plan for them, a rollercoaster of a plan but still a plan, they continued their quiet declarations as the sun silently said its own farewell, when they began to drift off together he whispered "no going back"

"Only forward" she whispered.

A/N: please review as always thanks

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