A/N: I know, I took a month off. But school, midterms, term papers then finals. All back to back to back. But here you go. A reward for waiting. (I'm sorry, it's not what I was planning on giving to you, but here's where I tapped out).

As Sam slowly floated back to consciousness the next morning, he noticed the space next to him was cold and empty. His second realization is that the throbbing at his temples was completely gone and the water glass next to him had been refilled in case it wasn't. All of her stuff on the other side of the bed was still the way it was last night, clothes laying across the top of her duffel bag. Which meant she was out there, walking around in his shirt.

He thought about how she looked walking out of the bathroom in it - how her legs went on for what seemed like miles beneath it. He thought about the last time he'd had her down to her under wear in a bedroom and how they could've just gone for it if only Ruth hadn't chosen that moment to show up. He remembered the blush that spread over her chest but never reached her cheeks. He remembered that little sound she made when he pushed her further into the mattress and how she'd been the one to lead him to bed.

He did a little too much reminiscing because the throbbing in his head was gone, but it had relocated.

He groaned and buried his face in his hands, wishing she were still laying next to him. So that he might roll over and even just kiss her. Something. So he threw back the covers, got up and tucked his morning wood into the waist band of his boxers under his pyjama pants and figured he needed food above all else right now.

Sam padded quietly into the kitchen once he heard running water from the tap at the sink and came out the end of the hall to see her washing the dishes from last night.

If it were yesterday, the light would've killed him, but today it made her radiant. One door was left open and he saw her book and a mug of tea sitting out by one of the chairs on the deck and wondered how long she'd been awake.

Andy hummed a tune to herself and washed and rinsed a few plates while he stood there, quietly watching. She used her toe to scratch at the opposite calf a few times, and he remembered hearing her mention after a Sunday dinner that she got itchy ankles when washing the dishes. From what she remembered her mom and Ruth did too. A mystery no one could solve.

And it caused something to come undone in the pit of his stomach. This realization that there was a reason he had trouble accepting that she was really okay that nothing happened last night. The build up - it wasn't going to end after this weekend. Everything that had happened up until now hadn't happened in the anticipation of sex. It was always more. And he hadn't really had more before. This was brand new.

Watching her bob her head to the song she sang under her breath he grinned. This was such an unexpected part of his break but it almost had him thanking what got him there - almost. He had demons she couldn't chase away, but her light made him forget. It scared them into corners.

He was less careful about his foot falls going forward and she looked quickly over her shoulder at him while her arms stayed in the soapy water to scrub the pyrex dish.

"Good morning. How's your head?" She smiled, probably glad to have some company.

"S'alright."

He thought about checking in the fridge for something but the shoulder of the shirt had fallen off of looked too inviting for words.

He made his way over to her, completely forgetting about the rigid pole in his pants and wound his arms around her waist in a sleepy morning hug. She definitely felt him because she stepped forward up to the counter so she was stuck between it and him, just in case he hadn't realized. When he did, he didn't care and hug her a little more tightly, listening to the gasp of air that rushed to fill her lungs and the shaky exhale.

"I said I'd do these." He whispered, a little hoarsely.

"You said you'd do a lot of things." She said breathily, hand sliding slowly down the dish's surface, completely distracted by what was happening out of the water.

Sam stared at the bare skin on her shoulder and noticed goose-bumps started to form. He saw that her hands had gone slack in the water, not caring about the quality of the dish washing and he bent his head to get his lips on her exposed skin.

He kissed it, feather light and she let go of the sponge she'd been clutching onto and scrubbing with before she'd noticed he was there. Sam pulled back a little bit, inspecting it one more time and then sunk his teeth in just a bit, biting playfully. She shivered when she felt his teeth marking her and his hot breath at the same time, while one hand slid up her side, soothingly rubbing at her ribs.

"You hungry?" He asked quietly, loosening what was left of his tight hold on her waist.

She nodded her head and dropped the last dish in the soap water.

"That needs to uh, to soak for a bit. I can make us some bacon and eggs."

Her hip had bumped against him gently while she made an attempt to turn in his arms and he hummed in appreciation of the contact causing her to smile a little, and for a deep heat to bleed from the inside out.

Andy looked up at Sam's face for the first time, really, that morning and took in his impressive morning stubble, his big round eyes gone dark, and his open mouth looking invitingly kissable. She forgot what she was meant to be doing as his face came closer and just as she was about to reach up to his face and kiss him, his head bent to the left and his lips found the crook of her neck and kissed her softly. And then he kissed again, sucking a little at her skin. Standing still seemed impossible. Sam gathered her up in his arms even tighter and she found her hips tilting forward, seeking out his. The harder he sucked the more she jumped forward trying to get at him.

"Did you sleep okay?" Andy asked then in a shaky voice where she was trying to cover up how insanely turned on she was because... well, she seemed desperate enough.

Sam answered with a grunt of confirmation, continuing to kiss his way down her neck to her shoulder sweetly, a small shiver crawling down her spine and his tongue peeked out for a moment to lick at the teeth marks he had left.

"I'm guessing that your head is feeling better... You don't look as... Pale," She gasped when he bit the thin skin over her collarbone, his hips keeping her squarely pinned to the counter. "As you did yesterday."

That's when Sam stopped, realizing that she wanted to talk for a minute. "I do feel better, yeah. How are you feeling?" He paused, lifting his hips away from hers and giving her some space. Sam wanted this like the force of a ton of bricks but more than that, he wanted her to feel okay.

Her chest rose and fell a few times, literally just staring at him. "I felt better when you were kissing me," she smirked.

"Hmm, really?" Sam asked like he was genuinely intrigued but still distracted.

But then Andy tugged him close again, got his thigh between hers and her hips bumped out, and this time connected with the friction she wanted. Sam watched as she worked herself on his thigh with long, slow thrusts while her breathing became a little frenzied.

"Mmhmm. You should probably continue...," She urged, voice unfamiliar to her own ears. "Please, Sam."

Sam immediately woke from his daze when she stopped, her hand coming down to meet his lower abdomen. He grabbed her jaw in one hand, a little quicker and rougher than he meant to but the trace of a smile pulled at the side of her mouth. Without another second he brought his mouth down on hers and she moaned, getting her hands up onto the counter behind her to lift herself up.

The small space of fake granite that she was perched on wasn't very wide. One jerky step forward and he had knocked her back toward the sink. Her legs hooked around him to stop from falling in, heels digging into his ass and effectively lining everything up. Sam made an animalistic noise in his throat in response to her gasp, when he reached to cup her ass in his hands. He could feel the warmth between them, moving from her panties to his pajama pants. On any other day, he'd have tried to remove those layers, but the look on her face and the thrust of her hips was telling him this was working for her very, very well.

This closeness his hard body, the pressing, and the slow and subtle grind of his hips had Andy wondering on an endless loop of how she'd kept away from him for two months. Andy's hands found his face and brought their mouths together harder, slipping her hand around to fist in his hair when she felt herself growing more frantic to get to the end. She gasped when he cupped a hand on her breast, breaking away from his mouth to catch her breath before he captured her lips once again. It was like being on a sensory overload. Half of her brain couldn't keep up with how good he smelled and how much she craved his touch. The other half was already so far gone that they may as well write off the entire day as "sex" because she had zero intentions of stopping any time soon. He kept pulling his head back, slowing her down, but then his hips would tilt forward into her, denying her his lips but assuring her this was going to be good.

Moments after she reached down between them to stroke him through his jeans, they were swinging around. Andy's thighs gripped his hips when he lifted her, turning them to the small empty island and dropped her down. Her hands sought out the bottom of his shirt and tugged, indicating that they were still wearing entirely too much clothing.

"Thought you wanted to talk?" He asked when he pulled back, confused, cloudy and a little lust-drunk - once again, slowing things right down. She wasn't sure whether or not he was trying to drive her crazy, but it was working.

Andy shook her head, dropping down to suck at Sam's neck, mostly to hide.

"McNally," He was clearly trying to get her attention.

Andy groaned, sitting back on her hands and arching to brush her breasts against his chest. If he would just reach out and...

"I was just trying to think about something before I, um..., yeah, " her eyes went wide with insinuation, watching his eyebrows jump. She was so not even lying either. "...before we could even get naked."

Sam couldn't even breathe for a second, the picture of her getting there as she ground against him. Part of him didn't want to head to the bedroom at all and just take her right here instead. Andy McNally naked on the kitchen island was something that only happened in his dreams. "That... Would not have been a bad thing at all," he murmured, getting his fingertips under the hem of her shirt and tugging up.

Andy was smiling and bare above the waist when he got it over her head.

"Mmm," she laughed, fisting in the waistband of his pants. She backed off just a little, giving some space to get his bottoms off. The look on her face when he stood back up was going be etched in his memory for days. "We've waited way too long for this," She said breathlessly, when he dropped her down onto the table.

Sam chuckled, cocking an eyebrow before giving her a devilish smile.

"Not a bed girl McNally?" He laughed, pulling her hips back to him, her having slid further down the island than he intended.

The long, nearly completely naked length of her was spread out over the island as she fell back onto her elbows, silently displaying herself, probably in hopes of getting him to stop talking. And while it was beginning to work as she watched his eyes go black and his chest rise faster, she pressed herself up again so that she was right there in front of him, easily accessible.

"This time, I'm a right now, kind of girl."