I don't own Rookie Blue, just having a lousy day and needed to write something to get out of my head.
For the purposes of this story, let's pretend the locker rooms are co-ed.
Andy pushed the door wide and strode through with purpose. After fidgeting with her lock for a few minutes her locker door slammed open with a loud bang.
From the bench in the middle of the room Sam sat and watched over his shoulder as she pulled things out of her bag and throw them on the floor.
"You all right there McNally?"
She grunted but otherwise ignored him.
"I'm usually the one banging on things. What's up?" he said with a laugh, trying to lighting her mood.
"Nothing! Just leave me alone Swarek," she said as she looked at him over her shoulder.
"Whoa, what has got your knickers in a twist?"
She stopped riffling through the pile on the floor to glare at him. "I don't need your macho crap today. Okay?"
"Alright, alright, calm down, what did I do to you?"
"Nothing, just nothing," she said as she turned away.
"That look doesn't say, 'nothing' to me, McNally." He took a step back in case she decided to throw the shoe at him that she was holding in her hand.
"McNally, I'm your partner, you can tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help," he said sincerely.
"You left with her," She said quietly under her breath.
Sam stood there staring at her, trying to comprehend her words.
'Who?" He was confused.
"Gail, you left the Penny with Gail last night, how could you, Sam?" Her voice laced with disappointment.
Sam continued to stare at her.
She turned and putting her hands on her hips glared at him again. "So, nothing to say for yourself?" she spat.
"Wait a minute here. Are you saying that you can leave with, hell, date Callahan but I can't leave a bar with a woman?"
"Gail is not just a woman, she's Gail Peck!"
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean McNally?" he shot back as he took a step towards her.
"Just forget it okay. Never mind." She turned her back on him and looked down.
"No, no, no. I can't forget this. You are the one who brought this up." He reached for her arm and tugged to get her to turn around.
Andy continued to look at the floor.
"Andy? Are you jealous?" he said quietly.
"No!" she replied quickly but her voice cracked around the word.
Sam stepped over the bench and while still holding onto her arm stood between her and the lockers. With his other hand he gently lifted her chin to get her to look at him.
"Andy," he said as he looked into her watery brown eyes.
"It's stupid. I know. I'm sorry," she said as she spread her palm on his chest.
He took in a deep breath at her touch and caressed her cheek.
"I am here for you, you know that right?"
She nodded her head and leaned into his touch.
"Peck and I walked out the door-"
"You don't have to tell me, it's none of my business and like you said, I am dating Luke." She put her fingers to his lips.
"...and then went our separate ways," he continued. "She really isn't my type."
Andy laughed, "Where have I heard that before?"
Sam smiled, "I may have lied when I said it to you." His hand that had been resting on her arm, roamed up to her wrist resting on his chest.
Her eyebrows raised at his confession. "Really?"
"Andy, it makes my heart soar to think you were jealous of Peck but it really doesn't do me any good when you are still dating Callahan." His words tickling the tips of her fingers still resting on his lips. "I may be a one woman guy Andy but I won't steal another man's girl."
"I know, and that's why I love you."
Sam's eyes grew wide at her declaration. His heart was beating out of his chest and he felt a magnetic force pulling them together that he was sure he wasn't going to be able to continue fighting.
Andy looked equally shocked by her admission but continued to stare directly into his eyes as she bit her lower lip.
She leaned into him threading her fingers through his hair as his mouth lowered to meet hers.
One hand in his hair and the other on his neck she pulled him close as he drew her to him and they crashed into the lockers at his back. His palm still cupping her cheek while the other pressed into her lower back.
Her lips parted as the kiss intensified and she explored the recesses of his mouth with her tongue. Their mouths fusing and remembering as if they had been meant for only this. Succumbing to a desire that had been dormant and yet thriving in the depths of their hearts for months, they kissed each other passionately.
Only the need for oxygen forced them to pull apart while their hands still clutched and roamed searching for places to rest.
Sam leaned his forehead against hers and sighed, "I can't do this Andy."
"I know," she whispered as she traced a path along his shoulders up to his face.
He kissed her again with longing and love as he extricated himself from her and turned and walked out the door.