Firstly I just want to apologise for how long it has taken me to get this chapter up! I went on vacation and then got smacked with deadlines for everything. No excuse I know. I'm really really sorry to keep you waiting! Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

Andy woke up to the familiar scent of Sam on the pillow beneath her face. She stretched nonchalantly for a few moments, before realising what the smell meant. She was in Sam's bed. She bolted upright and looked around her. Sam was asleep, snoring softly next to her. The room was tidy, no clothes strewn across the floor, as there normally would be after a heated night together. She looked down and found she was still wearing the sweats and t-shirt she'd had on the previous night. She sighed in relief. She had been determined not to sleep with Sam again until he had proven himself to her, and waking up naked in his bed would have signalled failure immediately. But she was fully clothed, which was a good sign.

A few months had passed since their talk in the park, and to give Sam his credit, he had been putting in a lot of effort to show Andy that she could trust him and that they'd be good together again. Andy was still unconvinced though. She'd go for days where everything seemed perfect. Sam would be the perfect gentleman, polite, helpful, caring, thoughtful. And then he'd do something like assign her to desk duty at work when they had a bust coming up. She knew it was his way of showing her he was trying to protect her, but Andy needed him to see that she could take care of herself. It was a petty thing really, in the grand scheme of things, but it bugged her. And Andy wanted everything to be just right before she committed to a relationship with him again. So if that meant they took time to even out the little creases she was prepared to do so. Persuading Sam to do the same was more difficult.

As had often been the case with Sam, his mind wasn't always what he led with in intimate situations with Andy, and he was finding it incredibly hard to keep his hands off of her all the time. She'd laid down the ground rules that she wouldn't let him touch her until the time was right, but Sam was getting more and more frustrated every day. Especially when she showed up in the evenings at his house with a bottle of wine to 'talk', and sat so close to him on the sofa that their arms would brush. Just the slightest contact would throw his mind back to the endless nights of mind-blowing sex he'd shared with her, and his heart would beat so fast at the thought that he'd have to keep getting up to fetch some water or go to the toilet, just so she didn't notice how effected her was by her touch. A few months down the line and he was getting pretty desperate. But he'd stuck to her rules. She'd fallen asleep on his sofa the last night, and he'd carried her into the bedroom and curled up behind her under the covers. Surely it wouldn't hurt to spoon her when she was already asleep? He just wanted to be close to her.

When they woke the next morning Sam couldn't help but smile at Andy as she hurriedly checked her clothes were still in place and nothing had happened between them. When she'd finally collected her thoughts enough to realise he was awake and watching her, Andy smiled and turned herself to face him.

'Sam, instead of going to the Penny for drinks after work tonight, would you mind if we came back to your place instead?'

Sam's heart pounded and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat without her noticing. She wanted to come back here. His mind raced ahead to what he hoped she meant by that.

'Umm sure, yeah. If that's what you want.'

'Good', Andy smiled at him. 'You've got some tequila right? There's a game I want to play.'

'A game?' Sam questioned probingly.

'Yeah. Don't look so worried, it'll be fun,' she replied with a wink and made her way towards the lounge room in search of her shoes. Sam was still lead in bed, burying his face in his pillow and frowning at the prospect of a game, tequila, and McNally in the same sentence. It sounded like torture, not fun.

That evening Andy settled her self on the floor opposite Sam, a cushion under her bum so it didn't go numb, and his coffee table between them.

'It's simple,' she said, pouring them both a shot of tequila. 'I say something like 'I have never been abroad', and if you've done whatever I say you've got to drink and tell me the story behind it.'

'You wanna play I have never? Are you kidding me?' Sam asked, genuinely surprised at her.

'You know the game? Great, you'll be good at it then,' she said, avoiding his sarcasm. This was the easiest way she knew of finding stuff out about him without playing twenty questions. And she could ask the tougher questions once they'd both had a few shots to drink. That was Andy's plan anyway.

'Do you want to start?' she asked him. Sam shook his head and gestured that she should go ahead. 'Fine. I have never been on a motorbike.'

Sam reached for his shot and swigged it back, replacing the glass on the table with a bang. This was going to be a long night.

Andy was looking at him expectantly for the story behind his shot.

Sam huffed and started to mumble. 'When I was still in the academy, Jerry showed up one day on a bike, trying to show off. He said he'd bought it off a friend of his. It wasn't anything special, but he was all confident and boasting about it for days. So one day Noelle and I decided to take him down a few notches. We pinched the key to the bike one night when he was asleep and took it for a ride, me driving, Noelle on the back. We figured we'd park it somewhere else when we finally drove it back. The next morning Jer woke up and thought it'd been stolen when he couldn't find it. Everyone ripped him to pieces with jokes for days. You know, a trainee cop getting his bike nicked from under his nose, it was great material. He was so reluctant to file a report, knowing how much our trainers would laugh at him. Luckily he didn't because he found it about a week later, right where Noelle and I had left it. He's never really lived it down,' Sam said, a smirk on his face by the end of the tale. Andy smiled back, genuinely impressed that he had confessed something like that, and about Jerry as well. Sam never spoke about Jerry.

Sam reached for the bottle of tequila and refilled his glass. 'I have never….' He began, giving it a long pause to think it through thoroughly, 'been in a hot tub.'

Andy raised an eyebrow, 'Really? Never?'

'Nope'.

'Hmmm' Andy mumbled, knocking back her tequila. 'Well I've been in a hot tub many times. Most of which aren't worth repeating. But there was this one time when Traci and I went to a spa, and we were sat in the hot tub, eyes closed, relaxing. Next thing we know there's someone getting in with us, and its this old man, speedos and a beer belly, already gawking at us before he's even sat down.'

'Gross Andy!' Sam said, appalled at the image running through his head.

'What? We never said they had to be nice stories.' She said with a mischievous grin.

They continued like that for a while, asking each other ridiculous questions and laughing at the even more ridiculous stories that followed. The tequila bottle was gradually starting to empty. Andy picked her moments with the heavy questions, and was about to ask him another one when Sam lowered the tone completely.

'I have never had sex in a park' he asked her.

If she hadn't been tipsy she probably would have been shocked, but as it happened Andy couldn't do anything but laugh. 'Oh, so that's how you want to play it huh?' She giggled and reached for her shot glass, watching as Sam's eyebrows rose faster than ever before at the thought that she'd actually done it. She laughed again and stuck her tongue out at him.

'I might be adventurous but I'm not indecent.'

'I've never had sex in my parents' house,' Andy said proudly. Sam raised his eyebrows once again. 'What, never? Really?' he asked, clearly surprised. 'Not even when you were a teenager and desperately trying to get in your boyfriend's pants?' he said with a smile on his lips. Andy punched him playfully on the arm. 'Why does that shock you?' she asked him. Sam shrugged and shook his head. 'I always went to his house,' Andy jibed after a few moments. Her thoughts had travelled back to her first proper boyfriend. Charles Collet. Far too posh, far too intelligent, far too desperate not to be left behind by the other boys in the girlfriend department. Andy had taken pity on him. He was a nice enough guy, he spoilt her and wouldn't let her pay for anything. Ever. And Andy liked him enough to sleep with him. The differences between Charles and Sam in bed were astounding. Sam had made her come more times in one night than Charles had ever done in a whole year of sex. Thinking about it, the way she was attracted to Sam, he could probably make Andy come without even touching her. Now that would be an interesting experiment to try.

A loud bang snapped Andy out of her somewhat inappropriate thoughts. Sam had banged the bottle against the table to get her attention. She coughed and shook her head to clear her mind. Gathering herself she asked, 'Are you drinking or not?' gesturing for Sam to raise his glass. 'Not,' Sam replied. Andy looked confused. 'I only lived with my parents until I was ten. I don't think a foster home counts, and you only specified parents houses so I'm not drinking.' Andy huffed at him, disappointed that she wouldn't get to hear a story. Sam chuckled in return.

'I have never faked an orgasm' Sam stated.

Andy blushed and raised her glass to her lips. Sam stared at her, a hint of panic in his eyes. 'Not with you,' Andy mumbled quickly, but didn't say any more.

'Who?' Sam asked. 'Callaghan?' A smug grin crept across his face at the thought of Andy's ex being unable to satisfy her. She avoided eye contact and glared at the floor begging it to swallow her up so she didn't have to face him. 'Well?' Sam probed. Andy sighed. 'A few different guys actually. No one in particular worth mentioning, but they could all do with some practice, that's for sure!' she added the last bit to try and make it less uncomfortable to recall. Sam grimaced at her response. She watched him closely as he processed the information. 'And Callaghan?' he asked her. Andy raised an eyebrow. 'Did you fake it for him?' Sam chuckled. Andy blushed furiously, turning so red she knew she must look ridiculous. Sam nudged her to elicit an answer. Andy nodded and Sam burst into fits of laughter, hardly able to control himself. 'Sam, please. It was only one time! You can't tell anyone! Luke would be mortified if he found out, and so would I!' Sam zipped his fingers across his lips and continued to giggle at the thought.

They were both quite a few more shots down and they were feeling the effects greatly. Andy reached for the tequila bottle but was struggling to fill her glass, her hands were wobbly. Sam scooted round to her side of the table and took the bottle from her grip, letting his fingers linger on hers. Andy held her breath, looking him straight in the eye. She could see the desire in his onyx black orbs, staring longingly back at her. She turned her gaze down to her lap and fiddled with her fingers, acutely aware that Sam had leaned in closer, she could feel his breath in her face.

'I have never felt sparks when I touched anyone but you,' he whispered to her. Andy gasped and realised she'd been holding her breath since he'd touched her. Her mind was going foggy with him so close to her. She couldn't smell anything but him, she looked up and he was all she could see. 'Sam….' Andy stuttered feebly, 'it's not your turn.' It was the only coherent sentence she could force out of her mouth. Sam reached for her glass and raised to towards her. 'I don't care,' he replied and stared at her intently, daring her to drink the shot. They were both very still. Andy closed her eyes and brought her hand up to rest on Sam's wrist. She felt the sparks he was talking about immediately. It was like a heat that burned beneath her skin the moment she made contact with him. The more of her skin that touched him the hotter she got, until she couldn't stand it anymore. But right now it was only her hand. Her hand on his arm. And it was already too much. She pushed gently, lowering his wrist towards the table until she heard the clonk of the glass against the tabletop. Andy turned slowly so that she was facing Sam, and ever so gently leaned closer so her lips were almost touching his.

'I have never…been so scared to kiss a man before.' She whispered. Sam flinched and tried to recoil from her, but Andy gripped her hand in his shirt and pulled him closer. 'I'm scared because I know that the moment I kiss you there's no going back. And I don't want to end up crying in a parking lot with a broken heart all over again,' she breathed at him softly. Sam's response was so quiet she almost didn't hear him. But although he said it quietly he said it with more feeling than Andy thought was possible to put into two words. 'You won't.' The combination of the look on his face and the emotion in his voice told her everything she needed to know. This man loved her, and although he may not say it as often as he should, Andy knew that from now on it wouldn't matter. They were both pretty drunk but even still she could read the love in his eyes, and that was good enough for her. She pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, keeping her eyes open to watch his reaction. Sam melted into her, and Andy knew that this man, rough around the edges and by no means perfect, was perfect for her. He would always hold a place in her heart.

So that's it guys, this is as far as I'm planning to take this story. I know most of you probably weren't expecting it to end here, but right now I'm so wrapped up in the current story line that I don't know how well I can right for this story. So I'm leaving it here. If I get enough reviews asking me to carry on I will, but if not then thank you all for reading and reviewing. I'm sure I'll be writing some more fics after the season finale because its bound to be disappointingly unfulfilling, so look out for those!

Steffie xoxo