Here's another one! I wanted to post it sooner but life got crazy! I'm not quite sure about this one, had a lot of trouble with finding a place to put the kiss, and still now sure how to feel about it, but anyway!
It's an Angst chapter once again, because with this episode, I couldn't do anything else! Sam's POV though!
This one is for svugirl back on TWC; you'll see, it's better to smell like 'peach and flower' than to smell like 'fish and flower'. Real translation is always better than an online translation right?! ;)
Um, I mean, I didn't sleep with him. I totally would have.
I had already been watching my two suspects for a few minutes when Callaghan decided to talk. We were the three of us in the small room on the other side of the interrogation room and I was trying to pretend like the ambiance wasn't tense. I couldn't help myself, since that, well whatever 'that' was that happened with Andy, I didn't like being around her, or Luke for that matter.
"You gonna keep 'em together?" He asked me, looking at the two people on the other side of the mirror.
"Yeah, I thought I might. They're already starting to turn on each other. Apparently, it was an ugly split, so..." I said, feeling the need to justify my decision to the detective.
A few seconds went by as he was thinking about what I had just told him before finally replying.
"I don't know, I'd separate them. Stay sympathetic, general questions.. Just watch their body language." He explained to me.
I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, offering him a sarcastic smile but he wasn't looking at me. It's not like he could tell me how to do an interrogation after all those years spent on the job. I took a deep breath before answering.
"Oh, body language, huh. That's good." I said trying to look a bit more convinced that I actually was.
"Did you get a baseline of how they act when they're not threatened?" He asked me, still staring at the man and the woman in the other room.
I heard Andy exhale sarcastically before answering the question her boyfriend had just asked me.
"Too late for that." She said on a rude tone.
I turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. After all, she was still my rookie and I wouldn't tolerate the way she was acting with me much longer. However, I decided to wait until Callaghan was gone before telling her how I felt about that.
"It's too bad. Keep the questions to this morning. If their story changes, give me a call. Good luck." He said in one breath before exiting the room.
I took a deep breath, he was acting like he had the perfect science because he was a detective and I was only an officer. Deciding to ignore Callaghan for the moment I turned around to face McNally, taking a few steps towards her. The tension between us was still so present that I could've almost cut it with a knife.
"Right now, we're partners, okay?" I said as I stared intensely at her. "And I'm still your training officer, so you don't roll your eyes at me, and you don't question my methods." I finished on the tone I had been using to talk to her for the last few weeks.
She nodded slowly; I could still see in her eyes that she wasn't really okay with what I said, but at least she had decided to act like a grown up.
"Yes sir." She said professionally.
I couldn't stop myself from letting those words hit me a little harder than they should have. It was this same mouth that was against mine only a couple of weeks earlier. Even with everything that was happening I just couldn't get rid of this feeling. The one I had when her body was under mine… I just couldn't continue thinking about that, I told myself, trying to stay calm.
"You got a problem with that?" I asked her, keeping my voice under control.
Andy shook her head as only answer and I looked at her with a serious look even if the smell of her shampoo got to me when she moved her head. It was that characteristic smell of peach and flower, the same smell that had haunted my pillow for a long time after I had lowered her on my bed, my hand behind her neck until her head was resting on my pillow.
Quickly stopping myself, I pushed those memories out of my head as much as I could, but I couldn't stop smelling her even all the way across the room.
"How do you want to do this?" She asked me in a cold voice.
How I wanted to do that… Well, right now the only thing I wanted to do was push her against the wall and finish what we started at my place, here and now, I thought, running a hand across my face, not able to get that picture out of my head now.
"How do I want to do what?" I asked, trying to win some time so I could restrain myself from kissing her.
"The witnesses?" She said, visibly not understanding where my question came from. "What else would I be talking about?" She asked me, her tone a bit softer, more questioning.
"Nothing, just take the mother and I'll talk to the dad." I told her, trying to push aside all those thoughts.
"Okay." She said her voice still curious.
She walked in front of me, brushing against my shoulder without even noticing it. The calm I had finally reached crumbled faster than a house of cards in a hurricane. I couldn't stop myself from quivering, hating how her body could have such impact on mine; she turned around, looking at me frowning, asking what she had done.
"It's nothing." I repeated for the second time in two minutes.
"Sam, I'm sick of you not telling me what the problem is." She replied, crossing her arms in front of her.
"I don't have a problem." I tried, even if I knew she wouldn't give up that easily.
"Oh you kn…"
"Oh and screw it." I interrupted her, pinning her against the door of the small room, my hands landing on each side of her face as I quickly pressed my lips against hers.
She opened her mouth, surprized, and I took advantage of it before I slid one of my hand in her hair. After the initial shock, she lifted her arms around my neck, getting up on the tip of her toes to come and meet me halfway. She ran her tongue across my upper lip and pushing her even more against the door, every inch of my body now on hers.
Suddenly, she seemed to realize what we were doing and she pushed me away almost brutally, forcing me to take a step back as I tried to regain my breathing. My heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour and I remembered why I had wanted so badly to kiss her again.
"Why did you do that? You can't just run around kissing people without their permission." She said on an offended tone.
"Not people, only you, and you're the one who showed me remember?" I told her, talking about the night she came to my place.
"You didn't really seem to mind at that time." She continued, raising her eyebrows, crossing her arms in front of her for the second time.
"Well, you didn't either." I answered, shoving in her face the fact that she was pretty receptive to my kiss a few moments ago.
"Maybe I should change my sentence." She started, resting her back against the door behind her. "You can't kiss me like that and then tell me that 'it was what it was'." She told me with a reproachful glance.
"Okay, then I won't do it again, bu…"
This time she was the one interrupting as she pushed me with all the force she had until I hit the wall in the back of the small room. She placed her hands on my face almost violently, kissing me with the same amount of passion I had when I kissed her earlier.
Being quicker to react than she was, I immediately circled her with my arms, running my fingers on the small of her back, holding her close to me as Andy left my lips to lay a trail of small kiss across my jaw, making her way to my neck.
I heard myself groan as I tried to stay more or less silent, but she was making my heart pound as if I was running a marathon. No one ever had that that much power over me, and I had a feeling that if this make out session didn't stop now, we would probably end up doing it right here and now in the observation room. The thought that anyone could enter and see us right now finally hit me.
She moved her mouth back against mine, nibbling slowly at my lower lip before running her fingers on my face, caressing it with still as much passion as in the beginning. I tried to find the determination I needed to finally take a step back, but it was quite hard when she was kissing me like that.
I finally pushed her unwillingly, trying to regain composure. She was breathing loudly and she gave me a lustful look that made me want to take her back at my place to continue where we had stopped last time; however, I restrained myself.
"And you where the one telling me not to run around kissing people without asking permission?" I said my breathing still laborious after what had just happened.
"Story of our lives I guess." She replied with an ironic laugh.
I gave her a small smile before sighing, shaking my head from left to right, not knowing what to do next. I couldn't stop myself from slowly lifting my right hand, resting it softly against her face, my thumb gently stroking her cheek. This gesture was a world away from the passionate make out session that had just happened, but I couldn't help it. She leaned in my touch and sighed too.
"What do we do next?" I finally asked, looking into her eyes.
"First, you could start by not telling me that 'it was what it was'." She said her tone more serious than before, imitating quotation marks with her fingers.
"And then you could not go to your 'boyfriend's' fishing cabin." I added, imitating her quotations marks.
Andy laughed nervously before shaking her head, looking at me with a half serious look.
"You'll never forget that uh?" She asked as she took a step towards the door. "We need to talk about this, but right now we need to finish the case." She continued, as she walked passed me.
I nodded but still didn't move. She opened the door and took a step out before stopping and taking a step back, looking at me with an enigmatic gaze. I frowned; asking her what was going on. She took the liberty of waiting for a couple of seconds before finally answering my silent question.
"I was just telling myself that these kiss, even though they're not always planned - or you know, consensual - well they're not that bad at all." She told me before she took a step out of the door, closing it behind her, letting me alone in the small room.
Resting my head heavily against the wall behind me, I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index; this woman would be the death of me!
So….? Tell me it wasn't that bad..! Or that it was, it doesn't matter, I just wanna know what you think about it! A small reviiiew please? :) I'll try to translate quicker if you do! ;)