A/N: _ smutty chapter of doom...or joy... depends on what you are looking for.

When Sam woke up, he was still holding on to her. His left arm had gone dead from his lying on it but he wouldn't have moved for all the world. His head was still on her shoulder and his other arm was draped across her torso. She still had one hand on his head and the other had fallen to the side, and was hanging off the edge of the bed. She was sleeping soundly. He watched her sleep; her chest rose and fell slowly from her contented breathing. He looked up to her face and saw that she was completely relaxed, her eyes fluttered to and fro from her dreams, and then he spotted her lip. A small cut near the centre of her bottom lip had a line of dried blood on it. Sam clenched his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment.

The nightmares had been so real. It was the same one he used to have at the start then again last year. He knew it so well. Sarah, his sister, would be calling out to him. Her voice sometimes soft, sometimes loud and screaming, always saying his name. She would reach out to him but no matter how hard he tried he would never make it. Shadows would cover her, hands pulled her out of the light and away from him. Every time he had the dream he would wake up in a pool of sweat. Sometimes it would be so bad he would have to shower and change the sheets. There usually wasn't anyone in his bed to get in the way of his flailing arms. He opened his eyes and looked at the cut again.

He lifted his hand up and gently touched her lips with two fingers. He took his fingers away and looked at his fingers as if he expected there to be blood there. There wasn't, but it didn't stop the ballooning of regret in his chest. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and it roused her from her sleep. She smiled before she even opened her eyes but the cut on her lips split again and she winced. Her tongue came out to lick it and she rolled her head to face him and kissed his forehead. Sam pushed himself up and leaned on his elbow.

"Morning." She said as she shifted her body to face him. She reached one hand up to play with his chest hair.

"Mornin." He reached his hand up and stroked her bottom lip then leaned down and kissed her gently. "Does it hurt?"

"It's a split lip Sam, I've had many before this one."

"I'm so sorry Andy."

"Sam, stop." She cupped his face, he closed his eyes and she leaned up to kiss him again. "It was an accident. I know you didn't mean it."

"Sounds like every excuse ever."

"Look at me Sam." He opened his eyes and looked at her. She smiled and pulled his face down closer to her and kissed him. She released him enough to stop the kiss but their lips were still touching when she spoke. "I'm fine, it was an accident. I've done worse to myself. Ok?"

"Yeah, ok."

She smiled against his lips and kissed him again. He slipped his arms around her and hugged her close as they kissed. When her tongue came to part his lips he opened his mouth and accepted it. She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her and lifted one of her legs to encircle him. Sam moved his hand along her back over her ass and down the back of her leg that was around his hip.

"I left out a tee for you," he said as he kissed up her jaw.

"I saw it." She rolled her hips towards him, making him gasp and his breath catch in his throat.

"Decided not to, huh."

"Seemed pointless." She tipped her head back to give him better access to her neck as he kissed and licked it.

"But these…?" his hand covered her ass and snapped the elastic of her panties.

"I didn't want to be presumptuous." She laughed as he snapped the elastic again then started to pull them down. He rolled off her, and pulled her panties off completely then leaned back over her again. He held her face in his hands and kissed her softly. He rubbed her nose with his then kissed her again. She smiled and it caused him to pause and smile back.

"You're kind of incredible," he whispered.

"Kind of?" she teased and she pinched his side. He jerked away and laughed.

"Extremely."

"Better."

He kissed her again. There was too much he wanted from her right now. To hold her, to kiss her, to be inside her, to hear her wanton moans and ecstatic screams. He wanted it hard and fast, slow and languid and he couldn't decide. His kisses moved down her neck and over her shoulders. He made enough room to allow his hands access to her breasts and she moaned as he touched them. She arched her back to push her breasts into his hand. As his fingers teased one nipple his tongue lapped at the other. When he heard her moan a shiver of desire rippled through him. He switched breasts and she moaned again. He smiled against her then moved lower. He slowly worked his way down her torso, kissing, nipping, licking his way down her body. Her skin was burning and she squirmed beneath him. His hands roamed all over the parts he could reach. He knelt up and moved in between her legs then lowered himself again. He kissed her inner thigh, all the way down to the crevice then back up the other inner thigh. His hands splayed out on her stomach, one reached up to her breasts and the other down to press on her pubic bone.

He moved his face closer and puffed hot air over her that made her gasp then followed the air with his tongue, one slow moving swipe. She groaned and rolled her hips with the motion of his tongue then he licked her again, and again. Long, leisurely licks that drove her insane. Her hand reached down to grasp him but she couldn't reach. He grabbed her floundering hand with one of his and pinned it to the mattress. His tongue worked with more purpose, instead of flat he pointed it and slipped it in further.

"Oh…" she arched her back and lifted her hips, allowing him better access. He slipped his other hand under her ass and squeezed her cheek. She moved against him, grinded into his face as he captured her sweet spot and suckled it into his mouth. Sam moved with her but kept it slow; there was no way he was going to rush this, even though he was painfully hard. This was something he was going to savour and drag out for as long as she could hold out. He opened his eyes and looked up to her. Her face was flushed, her mouth was open and she was panting heavily. She was close he could tell from her quivering and how her hips moved.

He pulled away and she let out a moan of protest and looked down to him. He loved the distraught look on her face and his eyes locked with hers as he circled his lips and blew cold air over her wet crotch. Andy's eyes widened and her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip but she never looked away. Sam smiled and lowered his head again.

This time when he licked her, pulled her into his mouth she clamped her thighs to him to hold him in place. He got the message. He held her clit in his mouth between his lips and lapped it in quick successive strokes with the tip of his tongue. She moved with him, and while one of his hands held her hand to the bed, the other covered her breast. Her panting was fast and shallow and her hips were moving faster now. She was very close, and he pressed into her harder, suckled faster and pinched her nipple. The combination of all these sensations tipped her over the edge. Her hips locked and her thighs tightened around his head as she panted and moaned through her orgasm. He held her in place between his lips and revelled in her twitching until she fell boneless beneath him.

When he released her he licked her again in another slow motion, mimicking how he started and she purred beneath him making him smile. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched her revel in her tingling body. He kissed her knee and she turned her head to face him with a wide smile on her lips. He moved to crawl up her body but when he got to his knees she pounced. He wasn't sure how she went from being a melted puddle on his bed to pushing him backwards so fast that he fell off the bed and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Jesus McNally!" She came off the bed with him and pushed him back to the floor when he tried to get up. She brushed her hair behind her ears and straddled him. "You almost killed me!"

"Oh quit moaning!" She leaned down and kissed him hard then shuffled her ass back to his crotch. He grunted when she connected with his penis and without volition his hips bucked. She waggled her eyebrows at him then without prelude she lifted her own hips, grasped him with one hand and guided him to her entrance. Sam lifted his head so he could watch as she lowered herself onto him. He tried to keep his eyes open but the sensation was overwhelming. He grabbed her hips and clamped her down to him but she wasn't having any of it. Her knees were braced on the floor and she lifted herself up then dropped onto him again. Each stroke was a new level of bliss for Sam and he started to move with her. He didn't have the willpower right now for longevity and he didn't want her to think this could be one of those teasing rides.

She sat up more fully and leaned back; she braced her hands on his thighs and moved faster. Sam moaned at the new angle, tighter and deeper. He opened his eyes and watched her move. Her breasts bounced, her mouth was open and she was panting and when she tipped her head to look and him and smiled he was done for. His fingers gripped her hips tighter and he pulled her down harder with each stroke. Her smile vanished and she screwed her eyes tightly shut, He sat up abruptly and pulled her to him to kiss her. His shoved his tongue into her mouth, caressed her breasts with one hand while the other wrapped around her and he pumped into her even faster.

Her moans were disjointed now, and her hands moved to grip his shoulders. A film of sweat broke out on his face and shoulders from the effort of holding out, waiting for her and finally with a guttural moan he felt her internal quiver and he let go himself. His moan was lost in hers as she leaned over and kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips and it made her head spin as her whole body was trembling. Sam held her close until his hips stopped moving then fell back onto the floor and pulled her down with him. His breathing was ragged and his body was racked with delicious aches. He loved her weight on top of him and never wanted to let her go. Her head was sideways on the top of his chest and her breathing was just as ragged as his.

"That was…" he started but struggled to think of a word that could explain how he was feeling.

"Unbelievable," she finished for him.

"Better than anything I had ever imagined. And trust me…I imagined a lot."

She chuckled and her body jiggled. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. She moved off his chest and sat up on top of him.

"Again? I'm good McNally but I'm not that good."

"Really?" she swirled her hips around on his crotch and he laughed.

"Well…maybe in a minute." He sat up with her but just as he kissed her his alarm clock rang out in this obnoxious klaxon tone, guaranteed to wake him from the deepest slumber. "Or maybe not."

"What time is your shift?"

"9.30. Yours?"

"Same. But…" she glanced over her shoulder at the clock and saw it was 8.30. "I need to go home and get a change of clothes.

"I can give you a top, and you'll be in your uniform all day anyway."

Andy smiled. "Can't bear to see me leave huh?"

"Not when there is still time for a shower." He smiled crookedly and slowly sat up to greet her with a kiss. Then moved her off his legs and stood up. He reached down to pull her up and led her into the bathroom. "Get the water on I'll grab some towels."

Andy turned the taps and stretched her hand under the running water until it was hot enough to step under. She was already wet and rinsing her hair when he returned and stepped in behind her.

Andy stood in the women's locker room with her uniform shirt in one hand and her coat in the other. She was standing stock still with a goofy smile on her face, and swayed ever so slightly from left to right when Tracy came rushing in.

"Oh Andy! I meant to call you last night, see how your date with Neil went." She hurried to her own locker and started to get change quickly. "Did you rekindle a high school flame or did you manage to call Sam?" When there was no response from Andy she turned to see she still hadn't moved. Then when she looked closer she noticed Andy was wearing almost the same clothes she left work in yesterday, except now she had on a different top. "Andy? You filthy dog!"

"Huh?" Andy turned to face her slowly; the smile was still planted on her face. "What'd you say?"

"You filthy dog!" Traci swiped at her with her towel. "Whose top is that you are wearing?"

Andy looked down. It was Sam's. It was a plain black tee. She had it tucked into her jeans but it was still too big and clearly a man's top. "Oh, this?"

"Yes! Tell me everything."

"Oh trace…" Sam pulled her uniform shirt on over the tee, not being able to part with it yet. She loved the feel of the soft cotton on her skin. It smelt like him and felt like he was hugging her. "We do not have the time!"

"Sam or Neil?"

"Neil? God no…"

"So Sam. This…" she motioned her hand all over Andy and focused on her goofy smile. "All of this is Sam?"

Andy laughed. She pulled off her jeans and stepped into her uniform pants. "C'mon, parade." She pulled on her boots and vest and hurried out of the room, leaving Traci behind to catch up. As she walked through the parade room Sam held out a cup for her and their fingers brushed as she took it. Sam didn't smile but she saw the glint in his eyes.

Oliver watched Sam closely who was watching Andy cross the room and claim a seat. When Sam's eyes came back to his friend who was looking at him with a curious stare he smiled.

"So how long has these been going on for?"

"What?"

"This." Oliver nodded his head towards where Andy was sitting. "And don't even try to deny it."

Sam smiled and bowed his head. He opened his mouth to talk but before he could say anything Frank walked into the room and demanded attention. Sam shrugged at Oliver and turned his attention to Frank who was now standing at the podium. Traci came rushing in and took a seat by Andy.

"It's been 4 hours since the last attack and we've followed countless leads into nothing but dead ends. DNA results are back and we have confirmed that both attacks were perpetrated by the same men."

Andy wanted to look back at Sam but she didn't want to risk it. He was sitting up straight on the desk at the back of the room. He watched frank talk at the top of the room but a low buzzing noise in his ears stopped him from hearing exactly what he was saying. The meeting lasted about ten minutes but it wasn't until the room started to file out that Sam noticed it was over. He stood up and went to the trash can to drop in his now cold and untouched coffee. Oliver was walking by his side and said something then punched him on the arm and walked away. He looked after him and tried to recall what he was saying but nothing was coming to him. He was dragged back to reality when his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered it without looking at the screen.

"Hello?"

"Sammy?"

"Hey, Sarah." Sam walked through the bullpen to a quieter corner to talk to his sister. "How are you?"

"I'm ok. Just worried about you. I've been reading about your case in the papers. I was hoping you'd call me."

"I'm sorry, I've been so busy."

"Yeah, I figured. How are you really?" Sam was quiet for a moment and she knew why. "That bad huh?"

"No, no, I swear." Sam looked up to see Andy approaching. She was smiling cautiously as she got nearer but didn't want to interrupt. "I've been…"

"Talking to someone?"

"Not quite." He nodded at Andy to let her know he would be with her in a moment. "Look, I'm just about to go out. Can I call you later?"

"Sure. Make sure you do."

"I will I promise."

"And will you think about coming out here to see me?"

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do."

"Be careful Sam. Love you."

"Me too." He hung up and took a moment before joining Andy and walking out to the car. "Wanna drive?" he handed the keys out to her.

"Sure."

She took the keys and before he moved to walk behind her to take the passenger's seat he brushed his shoulder against hers with a nudge. His head was bowed and he didn't look at her but she leaned back against him, offering him all the support he needed from her. But as quickly as it was there, the pressure was gone and he went around the car to get in.