AN: I guess you could call this chapter a smut-filler? But, here's the thing: I will at some point be attempting a couple of relatively serious conversations between these two... (I do have some direction/thoughts on this: shock-horror). However... they have been apart for several days so it was very important for me to convey the fact that their reunion/days off would OBVIOUSLY include a lot of making-up-for-lost-time-luuuuurrrrrvvvvving (by way of sex n stuff ;) Hope you don't mind! LOL
Disclaimer: I, for one, do not own Rookie Blue
Sam's gives Andy practically minutes to recover.
All the while she can feel how hard he is.
Andy wants to have a shot at him, how patient he is being. She reconsiders though when her subconscious comes right smack bang to the foreground- reminding her of the fact that he has never been anything but…patient. (Well, particularly with her).
Still.
She can't help but compromise with herself. She wants to give him what he deserves.
Throwing one long thigh across his, Andy slowly skims softly from his knee to his hip… and doesn't move any other part of her body a single inch.
"And then what happened?" Andy states cutely: one of the many thousand rhetorical questions that Sam will no doubt haunt her with at a later date (or, like- now).
He remains for what seems like an eternity- un-comprehensibly and insanely still. (Andy swears to god he does not even blink an eye).
Andy, on the other hand, feels her inner thigh twitch as her mouth goes desert dry.
Sam looks down then- between the bare millimetre that separates their bodies. (How he's handling how hard he is, Andy figures she will just have to query when this particular game is done).
She feels his cock move then though, just a little- like it's giving a quick kiss to her other inner thigh.
Andy knows as soon as the moment he looks back up: that. she. is. in ….trouble.
Sam feints to go left, but then goes right- one fluid motion rolling her all the way under him as he lines himself up.
And then his cock sinks all the way in - one thick push, and a shaky groan from both of them, as he bottoms out.
"And then what happened, McNally" Sam murmurs with a smirk and another hard thrust- one hand firm on her hip and the other going up into her hair.
(The 'happened' coming out a whole lot like there was intention for a whole lot of some sort of happening that Andy would probably in no way object to, well… happening).
"Shit. Sam." Andy shivers as he slides back out.
Her fingers and hips race to fit him back in and fill the void, but Sam's two moves ahead of her- trapping her hands between the tight muscles of his stomach and sliding the underside of his cock over her where she is wettest (probably in the interest of making her moan, but – whatever – it's not like this is not working for him too).
Andy can still move her hips, but only just. It is therefore some sort of mother-nature-miracle then that when she rolls her hips on a second attempt, he's back inside her without him playing a part.
"Please. Sam. Just."
Andy's begging on this one seems to work, because he kick starts a rhythm that has her racing in fits and starts to catch up. (She seriously wonders if she will ever be in front of this game).
It looks and sounds like he's about to make fun of her desperation when he raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth, but something about the roll of her hips must surprise him- because he can only come out with a huff.
Andy makes her own move on that, arching her back until her breasts sit high and taut where he could conceivably reach his mouth. She rocks the pace trying to force him to go faster and harder- throwing in some obscene sound effects for good measure.
Sam grits his teeth, grabs her hips, and returns to go-slow at a maddening rate: "You're ….something…McNally…"
She's there with him though- his long, deep strokes being matched by the hard roll of her hips. At this point they're both kissing messy like mad-people (all wound up with some place to go).
The prickle of his stubble is doing some of the dirtiest work. It's like he can't decide where to put his face while they're fucking, so he just puts it everywhere he can reach- from her breasts, to shoulders, to neck and finally her face.
Sam kisses hard into her mouth before he decides to look into her eyes (her soul, her heart): tells her once but loud: "love you" as he reaches down between them and sends his knuckles to work.
Andy comes (again) like that… making some noise that is a mix of expletives and 'God Sam'. Tells him "don't stop" as she musters every ounce of her to keep him just where he is.
"I won't" says Sam as a matter of fact, pushing her further into the mattress as she bites hard into his shoulder and clutches at his back.
It's on the second bite (this one to his neck) that he loses it, "Andy…" coming out like it is something she has not at all, or ever, heard before. (It vibrates into her chest as he thuds his head down and says it again).
They stay like that for a really long time. Him fit between her and nestled into her neck, she with liquid limbs just holding him and regulating her breathing.
Andy thinks of nothing but how much she loves him.
Pulls his face up, then tells him so.
It's only when he shivers, Andy realises that oddly enough, the bed has not miraculously made itself during all this time. So, she goes to make a move (wants to keep him warm).
Sam just reaches out and grabs her by the elbow-
He pulls her back down with a soft, heavenly whisper:
"stay".