A/N: NO WAY I COULD'VE DONE THIS WITHOUT NAT! She helped so so much with this chapters production. THANK YOU.
This chapter happened to be in the works well before I was even on chapter 7, so that's why it's ready so quickly. Don't get used to this kids. Just leave nice long reviews :)
Sam pulled up to the house to see that Andy wasn't waiting outside like usual. There was no cup of coffee, no welcoming smile, and Ruth's car wasn't around either. He panicked for a brief moment that he might have been forgotten and they may have gone somewhere together, but things had only just started to get better between them.
He went over to his workbench and grabbed his notebook from underneath, but his hand connected with nothing. He always left it on the shelf next to his toolbox.
Crouching down, he saw nothing where the box should be, and his notebook lying down flat. He took a look around the bench, and tried to think of where he might have left it, and just as he was going to go into the kitchen to look around, he heard shouting come from Andy's bathroom window, on his side of the house.
He took the stairs two at a time and ripped the door open quickly.
"Andy?" He called, already on his way to her.
"Sam?" She called back, panicked, though her words were muffled.
He came into her bedroom to see her bathroom door wide open and Andy on her back under her sink, being sprayed with a lot of high pressure water, his toolbox sitting next to her. Sam rushed to her, pulling the soaked Andy by the wrists, up from the ground.
"I'm going to go shut off the water valve, stay here, don't touch anything!" He ordered, taking off to the basement stairs.
Andy stood looking at the damage she'd done. Water all over the floor, cabinet soaked, pipe completely busted. The voice in her head had told her not to try to fix it, but Sam hadn't gotten around to fixing her leaky tap. So she did. But then she noticed a drip in the cabinet...
She was just grabbing towels to throw down on the ground when she heard Sam's boots getting closer.
"What the hell McNally!?" He asked loudly, breathing heavily, eyes wide... shirt soaked.
Andy ran a hand through her wet hair, trying to get it all off of her face, and looked again to the damage done.
"I told you I had a leaky tap, and you never fixed it so I did it myself. And then I got carried away, I just wanted it to stop dripping it was driving me crazy!" She shouted back, her own heart beating fast, adrenaline still coursing through her veins.
Sam could barely focus on her words as his eyes glanced down, and then all the way back up, taking in her soaked white shirt and flushed cheeks. He couldn't help but stare at the way her bottom lip was hanging open, the way her chest heaved, those short pyjama shorts that revealed her tanned, long legs.
Andy watched closely as he tried to catch his breath; his chest was heaving, almost in sync with hers, and though she was drenched from head to toe in cold water, she felt a sudden stirring of heat build in the pit of her stomach as his eyes left a hot trail over her entire body
And then a heated look crossed Andy's eyes, and that's when Sam knew that she wanted him too. He watched her blink twice quickly, her tongue wet her lip, and he was across the bathroom to her in two long steps. Ever since she'd soaked him with the hose, he's wanted to do this. With two long steps, they were eye to eye, his palm stroking her side and then moving to rest on the small of her back
When his lips came down on hers, she only tensed for a second, and then her arms reached up to curl around his neck, to hold him closer to her.
Andy was shocked that he had actually made the first move. After so many signs, after so many moments where she had wanted him to kiss her, and not doing so, she had kind of given up. She'd been frustrated. And this – his mouth on hers and his hard body pressing into hers - was already more than she had imagined it would be. Two and a half weeks ago in the heat wave, she had imagined having him, being held close, being looked at in the way he is now...
But after last week and the time away, things had gone deeper. She felt, more.
More than friendship, more than great desire. She felt reliance. She felt like her happiness was tied to his presence in her life. She felt... consumed.
With a soft moan, Andy pressed her body tighter into his, forcing his arm around her waist to hold her there. The other moved to her jaw to keep her lips moving with his, his tongue working its way into her mouth. Her wet shirt pressing into his caused a chill to overcome him, but it didn't stop him for a second - if anything, it heightened everything he was already feeling beneath his skin.
When they needed to breathe, he pulled back with a gentle smack, his hands fisted her shirt tightly so no distance could be lost between them. She hardly had time for her eyes to flutter open and take in the dark orbs that his eyes had become before he tugged her back in, hot mouth melding with hers once again.
He tasted like fall. Like a crisp air brushing across her skin, and a hearty feeling all at once. Sam's mouth moving with and coaxing hers was like comfort food - safe and fulfilling and made her feel rooted where she stood. But when his hands filled with different parts of her, she felt as though he was lifting her.
It took her a moment to come back to consciousness to realize that he had, in fact, lifted her. He'd put her back up against the door, and her legs were instinctively wrapping around his hips, wet shorts and all. Their lips only broke for a moment, just long enough for a grin to work its way across her face.
His hand pet her side as she gripped her arms tighter around his neck so she could be more proactive. She used one arm to hold her in place while the other ran over his chest, up his neck, down his sculpted shoulders. A shiver ran through his shoulders as she heard him groan, pressing himself into her and grinding slowly. They were parts of a puzzle that just fit. There was so much of him that she wanted to know.
Andy's senses were nearly overwhelmed. Between the smell of his skin and the warmth of his mouth, the strong grip he had on her thigh… she could feel the tension building as the seconds passed. When his hand moved to cup her breast just briefly, she moaned and he stilled for a small moment, only to go back and try it again. He palmed her breast, making circles with his thumb over her nipple and she broke her apart with a gasp. Their eyes met before she glanced down at the lack of space between them and smiled, briefly sucking on her swollen bottom lip. All she could taste was pure Sam, and god, she wanted more of that.
"Andy," he said suddenly, separating their mouths. Their pants filled the air between them as they stared. Her eyes slipping closed, Andy pulled him back in and tried to push them from the wall, and into the other room while she kissed him hard. She knew he wanted this; could literally feel how much he wanted her. But, he moved his body with hers and pinned them to the wall, before pulling his mouth away from hers again. "McNally, hey."
His voice wasn't gravelly, it was soft and throaty and slow, much unlike their pace in the past few minutes. Her body was humming with anticipation, heart pounding, chest heaving. Sam held her jaw in his hand, like maybe he was trying to slow things down for a moment. His thumb ran over her lip and in her haze, she kissed it gently, feeling him twitch when she moved to sink her teeth into the meat of it. Andy's eyebrows jumped when he groaned quietly and dragged down her bottom lip, offering her an open mouthed smile.
"What are we doing?" He asked, panting quietly through his words. Andy watched as five different emotions worked their way across his face, ending in something alike to frustration. "This is uh… What is this?" Before she could open her mouth to answer, his forehead touched down against her shoulder. Slowly, he pressed his lips to her neck, meeting the cool and wet skin and immediately covering it in goose bumps.
Truthfully, Andy didn't know. Well - she knew. It was her grandmother's house, against the wall in the bathroom and she was soaking wet in more ways than the obvious. She knew what they were heading towards and what she desperately wanted to happen… didn't want to stop for long enough to analyze anything else. The overpowering feeling of wanting him, and them together... she was familiar with that, she didn't want to put off being with him like this anymore.
She curled her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him away for a minute.
There was something on the tip of her tongue, that she really wanted to say, but instead she rolled her hips forward, into him, and watched him close his eyes and clench his jaw.
"I want this," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. "You do too, don't you?"
Sam met her gaze and nodded. "I do," he agreed quietly, but confidently. "Andy... of course I…," he continued, tipping his hips in a way that made Andy moan. Before he could move to kiss her again, she untangled her legs from him, and his grip was forced to slacken.
Andy stayed close, her palm smoothing down over the damp shirt covering his chest. She heard a quiet hitch in his breath when she trailed just one finger across the front of his jeans before clasping her fingers through his and squeezing.
Wordlessly, still watching him, she began to move around him. The heated look on his face left nothing up in the air. He tugged her close so he could kiss her again, nipping at her bottom lip while his palm wrapped around the back of her neck.
"Sam," she mumbled against his lips, giving him a small shove. When she started moving again, he let her lead. Wherever she wanted to go he'd follow. "Quit distracting me!" she accused with a small smile, when they'd hardly made it 3 feet.
Sam laughed, a real, deep laughed that made Andy's stomach clench with desire as he spun to tug her the last couple of feet towards the bed.
Not once did her eyes leave Sam's as her fingers moved to the bottom of his shirt, teasing the fabric before slipping her fingers underneath and slowly moving them upwards. Andy wasn't at all unsure in her actions, only in how he might react. Now wasn't the time for turning back.
He watched her with a heated gaze, careful, never able to look away except for when the fabric passed his eyes. The shirt was tossed haphazardly over his shoulder and he didn't care if it landed in the small flood in the bathroom. Sam placed his hands on the backs of her thighs and lifted her briefly, just to make it to her bed, and he laid her down staying between her legs.
Andy curved up into him from below, bobbing her head forward to catch his open mouth.
"Sam." She gasped breathlessly when she felt his zipper against hers, pressing where she was wet and she moaned again causing Sam's eyebrows to go up a little.
He didn't move back down to kiss her, he just watched her. And she didn't know why, but it was doing something else to her. She felt like her limbs were liquid under his touch, and every graze of his fingertips, every time he pressed his hips down into her core, she felt like she might explode.
Sam brought his weight down on her a fraction more and felt her wet tank top, reminded of another layer that needed to be peeled away.
"Off with this McNally. We gotta warm you up."
Suddenly Sam's weight was off of her, and her eyes fluttered open. His hands were still on her waist, but were moving her shirt up her torso. Andy was about to move up onto her elbows when she felt Sam's warm lips kiss her stomach, between her bellybutton and the top of her shorts. She gasped again, unprepared for that. His hands pushed the shirt up as his kisses moved down until eventually it was over her bra, and she took matters into her own hands. Pushing herself up onto one flat palm, she reached down and pulled it up over her head, throwing it down. Then she couldn't wait anymore. She used her free hands to grab Sam's face and pull him to her. He came back up somewhat clumsily and laughed into her kisses -
Until she heard a car approaching up the drive.
Sam had just taken to her neck again when she pulled back from him, but soon she was pushing at his shoulders and whispering his name harshly.
"What? What? I'm doing my best work here McNally."
"No, Ruth's back. Get off."
It didn't take anymore than those words for him to be rolling off of her, and inadvertently onto the floor.
"Shit." He cursed, scrambling to his feet. "What do we do?"
"Uhh." Andy sat up, running to her dresser to grab a new shirt when they heard the engine cut and the door opening and closing. "Get your shirt on, get under the sink."
She watched as he turned away from her and fiddled with the waist band of his pants before going for his soaked shirt that was lying in the puddle. She ran her fingers through her hair furiously while he laid down on his back, their hearts still pounding furiously in their chests.
They listened as Ruth walked across the porch and the screen door squeaked open, and Andy looked around her room, wondering what she could do to look busy. She settled for sitting on the edge of her dishevelled bed, folding the throw blanket.
She cleared her throat while she listened to Sam dig through his toolbox and then clink around down there. It wasn't easy keeping her eyes off of him.
Before Andy had time to spare another thought, Ruth knocked on the open door, poking her head into the bedroom.
"Hi Darling, have you seen Sam?"
Andy did her best to look composed, and could only succeed by not meeting her grandmothers eye.
"Over here." He called, waving but not looking.
"Yeah, there was an incident."
"She tried to fix the pipes herself."
She stiffened at the line, and shot him glare he wouldn't see.
"Yeah well, you can't always wait around for a man. Thought I could do a better job myself."
The double meanings would become too risky so when he didn't have another one for her she was relieved.
When Ruth didn't say anything, Andy glanced at her to see a curious frown taking over her face.
"Right. Okay, well I'm going to make some tea. Sam, will you be staying a while?" She asked, already walking out.
"Uh, yeah. Yep. Tea sounds great." He said, sitting up to finally give her a smile now that he felt more composed.
"Okay. It'll be ready in a few minutes." She said slowly, closing the door behind her.
Andy let out a breath of relief, falling backward onto the bed and she heard Sam drop the wrench and also take a deep breath.
"That was close." She said, laughing a little, not able to believe that she kept it together. Not when she still felt like she was on fire. "Fuck."
At that Sam stood from his sitting position, making his way over to the edge of the bed. When he saw her he chuckled and offered her his hands so she could pull herself up. He took in her flushed cheeks while she peeked down to see if he'd somehow been able to mask his evidence of their heated moment.
"You look like a tomato." He chuckled, pointing at her face.
Before she could announce her worry, he stopped her with a kiss, smiled and walked backwards out of the room. Leaving her maybe even more confused than she had been when the day began.