AN: Thanks so much to everyone who has dropped by to review. I'll send you all a personal hello and thankyou note when I get a chance, but for now I just wanted to say I truly appreciate your generous support! I've found this writing experience surprisingly cathartic – I'm glad some of you are getting a kick out of it too :)

AN2: Reminder that this fic is actually post-post (speculation) of 3.13. It therefore contains a couple of lines that are spoilery of 3.13 itself.

AN3: I've got myself a little bit carried away with what I would call 'froth and bubble' (aka fluff) early on in this chapter. So…apologies in advance for anything too saccharine – but it looks like I may not be getting tooooo serious until show itself shows me some light! Oh, and if you need forewarning: this seems to start off pretty clean…and heads…to something a little less clean… and then attempts to clean that up. LOL. I'm talking in circles I realise… so…enough said!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

Sam has Andy up and over his shoulder before she can weave. (Not that she tried…like, at all. They both have a really big and unabashed kink for him picking her up truth be told - anything that entails him 'giving her a lift', apparently).

She would say something to him, but can't for the life of her collect the relevant thoughts. (The view from this angle is, what Andy might call, pret-ty spectacular, people. We are, after all talking about one of the finest assets of Sam Swarek – something his swagger just highlights even more).

The giggles across the living area are stunned into silence when Sam reaches a hand up to smack at her own derriere. He does it once and quick, then follows through with poking her on the hip before he slides her down his turning body - in time to plant her at the bathroom door.

He looks at her face and smirks at her blush- then peers over her shoulder and stares toward what Andy guesses is the vicinity of her claw-foot bath (totally one of the selling points of this place).

Sam blinks a couple of times in quick succession, like he's trying not to give some secret thought away.

Andy waves her hands in front of him, for the life of her she cannot think of what might be more interesting - especially when she is in her best and naked form.

He blinks again and looks at her, sucks in his cheeks and blows out some air. He raises some eyebrow high and hard at her before she finally catches on…

Oh…

"Lining up your ducks, McNally?" he queries with a straight face.

(Sometime post break-up, but pre Sam's bomb-defying 'I love you', Gail trotted Andy out for a shopping trip that she thought any good friend should insist upon. Apparently it would do Andy some good to branch out, alleviate some post-sex-with-Swarek-frustrations that Gail felt were far too pent up.

Anyway… the nights after the ILU bomb - had all been spent at… well, not at Andy's place…so she had hardly spent any time here…except for the manic packing before she went away…and…).

Point is: Andy's face of realisation at what Sam has just spotted is for sure turning the colour of -

Firstly, the deep pink of the waterproof vibrator standing proudly erect on the soap-holder….

And finally, the practical purple of 'I Rub My Duckie', the delightful little (feathered) dude that was last seen being tossed across the bathroom floor.

"Jerk!" she declares, smacking at his chest as though he's to blame for the offending items.

"Bath-time just got a whole lot more fun," Sam snorts back, pinching at her hip.

"Saaaammmm," Andy whines for the umpteenth time.

(Sure, they never had any issues with talking to one another about anything remotely sex-related before – in fact, it became the topic of talk any time things got just that little bit hard… Which is why Andy is wondering whether this current 24-hour sexathon is such a good idea…

But she just is okay, she is…embarrassed –

What she did in those long, lonely hours PS1 – Post Sam, mark 1 – is kind of personal and private - despite any conclusions that Gail may have jumped to… or that Sam apparently is now…. And, whatever…. he may have featured prominently in those personal and private thoughts, but still: details).

He grins at her with his teeth as he reads her face. "Well. Come on McNally. You gonna show me how you play… when I'm not around."

Andy smacks at him again, and throws her words at him snottily: "Ugh, I'll show you how I play."

Sam pops his dimples harder -

Andy hears a tap drip once in the background.

"I mean. You know what I mean," she scowls.

Sam nods at her. "Bath or shower, McNally?" then before she can answer "actually, for the purpose of this exercise, I think we'll both benefit more if you're standing up."

Andy's eyes go very big at that, and her mouth the perfect o.

Next thing she knows, Andy is being shuffled into the shower stall, Sam all: "Hup, hup, hup rookie. Let's get you dirty with clean."

"Sam. Seriously. Is that even meant to be funny?" she smirks.

"Nope," he deadpans, turning the hot and cold on all at once. (Andy has no freaking idea how he does it, but Sam manages to get the water perfectly regulated first time, every go). For the sake of argument though:

"Too hot and hard, Swarek," Andy declares flicking her wet hair over her shoulder at him.

"Sure, McNally. Still. Never been a problem for you before…" he says, squirting some liquid soap down her front.

Andy winces, she figures she walked straight into it – doesn't have a comeback so mumbles "Jerk," instead.

Andy loses track of his hands for a second after that - pleasantly surprised when he comes at her with the loofah. He's gentle about it too – grazing her whole torso carefully between planting wet kisses to her face.

"Turn around," he murmurs, "let me get your back."

Andy doesn't have to be told twice to take that particular order... throws a high-beam smile out of his sightline.

She stands there with her eyes closed and throws her head back a little to let the water run over her. She feels hazy the way he's touching her, all warm, wet and soapy himself…

Andy reaches her arms backward to hold onto his hips (steady, McNally, steady).

"This is nice," Andy says, her mouth half full of water.

"You're nice," he replies dryly, dumping a puddle of shampoo on top of her head.

(Once upon a time Andy would never have thought she would get worked up just by having someone washing her hair, but Sam gives good massage- so there it is.)

Andy moans loudly at the touch of his fingers through her hair …. hears Sam laugh friendly behind her, and promptly squeezes his hip.

Her daze continues as he tugs the suds gently through the strands of her hair, rinsing carefully and squeezing it out like a pro.

"Are you sure you weren't a hairdresser before you were a cop?" Andy asks. (Feels a little pang in her tummy as she considers the fact that he's probably very good at this because he's had…like…a lot of experience with women who are not Andy).

Sam probably reads her mind because he's standing super-close behind her now, hugs her at her centre and rubs his cheek against hers: "Just a natural" he says, bobbing his head to tickle his stubble across her collarbone.

"Dork," she laughs (though truly appreciative of his effort to placate some of her insecurities).

"Pot, Kettle. McNally," Sam continues from somewhere not where he was before….

Andy turns in time to see him out of the shower to retrieve the duck -

Shit…

She puts her hand up to signal…something.

"Move back," he tells her in TO mode.

Oh. Ohhhhhh.

Sam inches his steps toward her holding the duck out in her general direction (giving it a squeak for good measure – turning vibrate to on).

"Sam, the water will go cold.." Andy starts.

"We still have 2 minutes," Sam states as a matter of fact. "And, if I had to take a guess, I'd say that'll be just enough…"

Andy's back is bumped up against the shower wall by now, the tile a cool sensation on her back that is in contrast to the warm water he's directed at her front.

"Show me," he says simply.

(Andy's brain and other body parts are going at about 1000 miles an hour here. She does want to show him, is the thing she is realising… but, but, but…she's kind of worked up enough to want a lot of things. The look on his face, for starters, has her wanting him.)

Sam seems to want what he wants though, even though he's already more than halfway hard. So…

Andy snatches the duck and Sam takes a long step back, raising his arms to reach across to both shower walls (Andy guesses he won't be touching her any time soon then… which…does something to whatever is building up inside of her).

She clutches the tail of the duck hard in her palm, her index and middle finger pointing his beak upward so she can control where and how he will land.

She works him slowly down her torso from between her breasts, touching herself with her other hand for special effects. She pauses the duck just below her belly button – let's herself feel the rhythm of the vibration.

At this point she can still watch Sam closely. She sees him clench his jaw and wet his lips. His breathing is steady but shallow - his shoulders moving up and down as she watches two of the fingers on his right hand start to tap against the shower wall.

Andy sucks in a breath as she moves the duck further down. She bites her bottom lip hard as the neck feathers brush over where she is most sensitive.

"Good?" Sam asks as his fists start to clench.

"Um…Yeah" is all Andy's got. Everything swimming around inside of her and Sam being so far away out of reach has Andy in some sort of surreal pleasure-pain.

She gently rubs the ducks beak over her clit, rolling his little round head all around her wetness as she starts moving her hips to chase the friction she is after.

A hiss comes out of Sam and Andy in unison.

"Fuck… Andy, look at you" Sam whispers as she whimpers and lets her head thud back.

Andy is taken aback by how good it all feels: loves that her senses are heightened by tactile surrounds. Loves the vibration that is moving through her core. Loves that he is watching her. (Loves that he loves watching her). Mostly she loves that she is barely keeping herself standing in pursuit of it all.

A small orgasm hits her suddenly – strange in its brevity and lack of intensity, given all these things that she feels.

She makes some noise in response to it though, probably frustration at the need for more.

She pops her eyes open and pleads "Sam….,"

(Wants him to help her.

Finds herself surprised when she sees that he's refrained from touching himself).

"You think about me when we were broken up?" he asks breathless.

(Asshole, they've been through this).

"Yes.." she whispers.

"While you were doing this?" he carries on – eyes raking all over her in an attempt to take it all in.

Andy rubs the duck angrily up and down. She has to clutch her other hand to the top of the shower screen "Fuck. Sam. What. Yes." (She feels furious quite frankly, thinking about how he broke her heart… and why it seems he's using that now to get his rocks off).

She pushes the duck inside her, but it's still not enough: some weird shit is going on like the vibration has her suspended mid air.

She pulls the duck out and throws it at Sam. It hits him in the left shoulder before bouncing off.

"Asshole!" Andy curses.

He's with her in two long strides. He wraps his arms around her, and lifts her left leg up to hook it around his hips.

"Thought about you too," he says… "Every moment of every fucking day".

He slides into her and pulls at her hair to tip her face up and out of his neck.

Sam levels a whole lot of stuff at her as he fucks her gently: "When I went UC. When I thought Brennan killed you. When you left the first time…."

"Sam, please…" Andy breaks.

"When I was an asshole and dumped you…"

Andy grabs a hold of both sides of his face. She lifts her other leg up and around so she can get him deeper and shut him up.

(Starts to make more noise herself).

He gives her what she's after then – letting himself move faster with the clutch, clutch, clutch, of her rocking hips.

"This past few months…" Sam says shakily through gritted teeth.

Andy kisses into his mouth hard to shut him up again, moaning long and desperate onto his tongue as he reaches between them to get two fingers on her clit.

She keeps her mouth on his as she comes (good and proper this time), and tells him she loves him over and over until she feels him lose himself.

They are still pinned to the wall, hooked and bumping foreheads as the water runs cold. Sam guides them around like that: turning taps off, navigating slippery floors, and finally placing her on the vanity to reach for a towel.

He pats and rubs at her softly, inspecting his work before he wraps her up tight.

Sam stands with his hands on her thighs, just looking at her for a solid minute straight. Finally -

"We're both a bit messy, right?" he says quietly - his face all open and soft.

Andy nods her head, making sure she maintains eye contact and gets hold of his hand.

"Okay, uh," Sam continues: "I just want you to know, sweetheart. Um. There's no one in the world I'd rather have with me.. to help clean up."