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Can't Get You Outta My Head

Prompt: Sam and Andy phone sex after the escort sting in 3x08. (Slightly AU because in this story Gail and Andy were never attacked.)

Featuring: Sam and Andy

Sam was lying in bed, but couldn't sleep. Images of Andy in the hot dress she wore on her 'date' with Nick during the escort sting were dancing through his head. How he wished she would have come home with him, but he understood why she needed to be there for her friend tonight. Still, all he could think about was peeling that dress off her body and laying her down on his bed. And imaging that while he was alone in his own bed was torture. He glanced over at clock and, deciding she'd probably still be awake, grabbed his phone and waited for her to answer.

Andy had just laid her head down on the pillow when her phone rang. She groaned as she reached over to her nightstand to grab it, but a smile broke out on her face when she saw Sam's name. "Couldn't stay away one night, huh?" she teased.

"Doesn't Peck have other friends with couches?" he joked.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't want her to be alone," she replied.

"No, no, I get it," he said, not wanting to make her feel guilty for being a good friend. "So, you in bed?"

He could hear the rustling of sheets as she pulled the blanket around her before she replied. "Yup. You?"

"Yeah, couldn't stop thinking about you though. Promise to wear that dress again?"

Andy giggled. "Sam!"

"What?" he asked, feigning innocence. He knew she was probably rolling her eyes at him. "Wish I could've taken it off you tonight. Unzipping it down your back until my fingers found your skin."

Andy felt a warmth creep over her at the thought of Sam's warm hands on her. She could only muster a "Yeah?" as she wondered where he was going with this.

"Peck's in the other room right?" he asked, needing confirmation the two friends weren't sharing a bed before continuing with his train of thought.

"Um, yeah, on the couch. Sam, what are you doing?"

"I'm telling you how I'd take that dress off your sexy body. Can I continue?"

Andy shifted the phone to her other ear as she wondered what the hell they were doing. They could surely go one night without being with each other, couldn't they? Of course they could; they'd done it before. But Sam had been looking sexy tonight in those jeans that curved just the right way around his ass. That, coupled with his leather jacket, always did her in. Still, this was so incredibly wrong, especially with Gail in the next room, but her body was already responding to the thought of his hands on her. "Peck's just on the other side of my door."

"She can't hear me tell you how I'd kiss along your neck as I slid the dress down every curve of your body, can she?"

Her sharp intake of breath told him he was getting to her. "No…no, she can't." She imagined Sam was smiling smugly at how quickly he could affect her. "Hang on." He heard some more rustling as she whipped the covers off her and tossed the phone on the bed. She padded over to the door before locking it – the only bathroom in the condo was through her bedroom and she wasn't about to risk Gail walking in on whatever it was they were about to embark on.

Less than a minute later she was back in bed with the phone to her ear and Sam could hear her breathing. "Everything okay McNally?"

"Yup," she said popping the 'p.' "Continue."

"I think it's your turn." He wasn't letting her off easy and wanted to make sure she was as into this as he was.

Andy contemplated what to say. As much as she was a talker, actually talking about this stuff and telling Sam how he was making her feel was nerve-wracking. "Sam," she whined.

"Okay, just tell me what you're doing, let's start there," he suggested, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable about this.

Her eyes glanced down in the direction of her hand, which she slid down her yoga pants the moment she got back into bed. "Okay, well, um, I'm touching myself, pretending it's you…That you're here, lying on top of me," she whispered, slightly unsure of herself.

All Sam could think about was pressing Andy into her mattress as he felt every curve of her body under his hands; how her body reacts to even the slightest of his touch. "Yeah?" And after a beat, "How's it feel?"

"Mmm, good."

"Walk me through it," he says, urging her to tell him exactly what she's doing.

"Just one finger." Her voice was quiet, just loud enough for Sam to hear. "Already wet just thinking about you."

And that right there had him going all the way hard. "Now, you," she said, a bossy tone in her voice.

"Me?" His mind had gone blank just thinking about Andy touching herself.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hard," he replied and she could hear the smirk in his voice.

He pulled himself through the fly of his boxers. He slid his hand up as he imagined it was her with the feather light grip she'd always start with, as if trying to feel him out before she got serious, before she… Okay, he had to stop his thoughts from moving too fast.

"Tell me…" she prodded.

"Imagining you, the touch of your fingers around me."

"Really? Not my mouth?" It was her turn to smirk because she knew what she did to him. She knew exactly what he was thinking about.

She was going to be the death of him, he thought, as he added more pressure. "Okay, yeah," he replied, his breath quickening and matching hers. "Your mouth sliding up and down…your tongue."

"Love the taste of you," she whispered and Sam realized this was working a little too well for him. Maybe because he'd been thinking about her for a while before he even called her. Still, he wanted her to catch up to him, so…

"Add another finger," he instructed. He heard her whimper and then the quick increase in her breathing. "It's me…me touching you, kissing you there."

"Saaam."

"That's it…Just keep doing that."

"Mmmhmm." Her eyes were squeezed shut and with Sam whispering in her ear, it was like he was right there.

As quiet purring sounds started coming out of her mouth mixed with mumblings of his name, Sam began rubbing his hand up and down himself faster and harder. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was her, going down on him while she looked up at him from under her long eyelashes.

By now, all either could hear through the phone was heavy panting with moans thrown in in between. It was his name that brought him back to where they both were.

"Sam…" And the sound that came after was one he knew well. He knew she was close to the edge.

"Come on, just like that. You can do it."

And that was all she needed, to hear his voice quiet in her ear, just like when he'd bury his face in her hair and he'd thrust one more time before she came. A series of whimpers left her mouth as she fell over the edge. Several moments passed before she could find her voice again. "That was…wow…" She was quiet for a moment before realizing Sam hadn't finished yet. "Your turn."

He was nearly there, what with the sounds she'd been making and knowing exactly what it felt like when she came while he was inside her. "Almost there," he managed to get out between panted breaths.

"Yeah? My lips wrapped tight around you."

The sentence hadn't finished leaving her mouth before he was gone, groaning out her name as the feeling rushed through him.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore what a mess she was down there,and imagined Sam rolling them over so she was resting on his chest as they both came down from the high. She loved that moment, when she could feel Sam's heartbeat slow down underneath the hand she'd lay on his chest, and how the gentle caress of his hand on her back would slow to match the rhythm of her heart as it returned to normal. It was one moment where she was completely happy to be quiet; a moment where there wasn't a care in the world other than each other.

Sam knew why she was quiet – knew she always was afterward – but wanted her to know just how she made him feel. "That was…you're amazing."

She smiled, though she wasn't sure she should be taking the credit since they weren't even in the same room. Still… "Sam…I'm glad you called."

"Next best thing to being there." He heard her quiet agreement and knew she was getting tired. "You should, uh, get some sleep."

"Yeah." She let out a large yawn, not entirely sure whether it was from the long day or the heavy dose of activity she just went through. "Night Sam."

"Goodnight Andy."