A/N: Hey, guys. I have no excuse for my slacking off, but it is the holidays so. This one's a little different, and I really hope you like it. Been working at it all day.

Notice the rating, it's there for a reason!

Disclaimer: I do not own this amazing TV show.

Drunk & Disorderly

She's drunk. Literally all over the place. He doesn't know how she got here, and he hopes to God she didn't drive. Not in her condition. But he likes to think she's more responsible than that.

He knows he should just drive her back to her place, but her smile and her eyes, her eyes are, full of something, alright. He doesn't exactly know what yet.

"Are you gonna let me in, Officer?" she manages to spell out. How? He doesn't know. But damn, her voice, it's much lower than usual and that sends an uncontrollable shiver runs down his back and, well, he kind of likes it.

He doesn't really want to let her in, but it is chilly outside so... Without a word, he steps aside to let her in. She took his wordless invitation and stumbled inside bracing herself on the doorframe for stability. She tries to kick the door close, which is, a badidea, ends up losing her balance and falling to the floor face first.

Sam snorts and decides to watch just a bit. It's not every day you get to see Andy McNally lose control like this. Although, he can think of otherways to make her lose control...

Hold your horses there, Sammy, she's drunk.

He watches her wavering figure as she gets up, face all flushed. Probably from the alcohol, he thinks. And she's got that smirk again.

He'll just throw her in the guest room, because she is not gonna get saliva on his new couch, no way. Offering his hand out to help her, she grabs on and lets him pull her around the house. And it's possible his heart rate accelerated a bit. Because this totally looked like he was taking her to bed, with him. Which is totally not what he's doing. One day, he thinks.

She's gripping his hand with both of hers now. And her smile, it's really bigger, too. They reach the door of the guest room, and he opens it. He pulls her in and turns on the light on the bedside table. And, shit, she's so beautiful right now. It's only now he takes in her clothing. Light blue tank top with skin-tight jeans. She's wearing make-up, but not too much to make it slutty. Though he's pretty sure she'd still rock the slutty look. Like on her first undercover op.

He sits her down on the bed while he loosens the covers. And she keeps giving him those eyes. Like she's trying to hypnotize him into doing something he'll totally regret. But he knows he doesn't have to be hypnotized to-. Okay.She reaches out and palms his forearm. Which he freezes, staring back into her eyes. He could just lean in... But he doesn't.

"Alright, McNally. Do whatever you need to do before you go to sleep, I'm going to bed." he says. Her smile fades a little, he notices.

He gets up to close the curtains, and when he turns around, she's, she's in her underwear, shirt and pants tossed on the bed. And she's walking towards him, like a predator. He thinks it's sexy though. But he shouldn't. It's wrong. He's taking steps back and finds himself up against the wall. She just chuckles at the panicked look upon his face. She thinks this is funny, she-

His mind stops working when her chest reaches his. He doesn't know how her nipples got this hard, but he's not gonna ask. All he's thinking about here is ripping her bra apart and having his way with her breasts. But he shouldn't. It's wrong, for him to want that. She's his rookie for God's sake.

He can smell the alcohol from her breath, that's how close she is. And her hands, on his chest, he can feel her nails through his shirt. God, he's losing control here. And then she's whispering in his ear.

"Stop over thinking." she murmurs, and it's funny she's using his own words against him. But he's not laughing right now. Especially when her hands cups his crotch. He's dealing with the Devil right now, and he's losing. It's her smell, some kind of perfume with the mix of the booze, gives him a hint of what she'd taste like. And, shit, he can barely control his hands now, by his sides. But, it's his rookie. He hasto.

"McNally," He aims it for a warning, but it comes out more like plea here. She heard that, and though she may be too drunk to walk a straight line, she knowsshe's pushing him to the edge. It's only a matter of time.

Then her hand starts rubbing, down there, and she's whispering naughty things in his ear. Her body pressed up against his, breasts poking at his chest. He's lost count of her other hand and he soon realizes where it is when her bra drops. Taking off the straps, she swings it around carelessly. That seems to snap him out of it.

"McNally, that's enough. You're gonna stop this and sleep it off." He tries to glare, like, maybe she can't see his dilated pupils, but he left the light on. Shit. He slowly but firmly pushes her back and sadly her hand leaves his crotch. He's about to pick up her bra and give it back when she pushes him on the bed, face first. Straddling him, he hears her drunken laugh. Fuck, he's in somuch trouble. He could probably flip them, but doesn't want to. Because right now he can feel her. Feel her heat through his shirt on his lower back. Man, she's so wet.

She leans down to his level and whispers, "I'm not too drunk to do this," To do what? And he's kind of panicking again. That's when he hears her. Moaning and whimpering and- What is she doing back there. He turns his head sideways, he sees she's got her hand down below like she's-

Fingering herself, on him. She's rode up his shirt so he can feel it on his skin. As wrong as it is, he wants to turn around and do it for her, or just watch her. But he's not really in a position to move and let's be honest, he's not really trying. He can feel her hand moving, in and out, and it's really turning him on. But it shouldn't. He catches a glimpse again, and her head is thrown back, eyes closed. She's whimpering every times she touches her clit. Her other hand, weighing her breast and flicking her nipple. And then she's gone. All frantic movements and thrusting into her hand which means into him. And, fuck. He'd never heard her scream like that. And she'd actually said his name, and shit, that was a beautiful sound. He wants to hear it again, but says nothing.

"McNally, I'm willing to disregard-" He's cut off when she flips them over. Oh God, her breasts, they're bouncing a bit and they're just waiting to be-

"I don't want to disregard anything about tonight." she answers seriously, her eyes darkening every second.

She doesn't wantto forget. That's, well she probably will with how drunk she is.

Her hands are sliding up his sides, taking along his shirt which she takes off. Her nails are lightly scraping his skin and it tickles. Goose bumps are appearing on his whole body. And then she's kissing his collarbone, and whatever defence he still had left finally dissolved. His hands go to her hips, gripping roughly and he hears her whimper. He can feel her hands on his stomach, reaching the button of his jeans, and she has no trouble undoing them, like she's practiced this many times in her head. And that, turns him on even more. He growls, growls, when her hand wraps around his member, and it's possible he thrusts into her eager hand. But that's enough.

He rolls them over and grips her wrist from his penis, puts it over her head. "If you don't leave now," he hears himself say. Because there's no way after this, he's going to let her sleep in the room across his. But he doesn't finish his sentence. He's pretty sure she gets the meaning. He wanders his hand down below and slides a finger between her folds. Fuck, she's, incredibly wet. She closes her eyes, moaning and he can feel her breath on his jaw. It's just, having her at his mercy, it's a feeling he wants more often. But he doesn't want to get ahead of himself. Because that would be a bit selfish.

He takes a nip at her neck, because he couldn't resist, and it tastes like... McNally. Which is, delicious. He's still manipulating her down there, and she's mewling his name. So he enters a digit into her core, and it's fucking warm and juicy. Then he crooks his fingers, and that, is just the right thing to do it seems. She's grasping at the closest thing which are his shoulders. And she's going to leave nail marks, but he doesn't fucking care at all. She's getting close again. And that's exactly what he wants. Make her lose control under his touch. The louder she is, the faster his fingers go and the harder he sucks on her neck. Which is too much for her to handle and-

There she goes. "That's it," he whispers in her ear, warm breath and all. He watches her face carefully, because he wants to remember. She's biting her lip, eyes closed, and there's a small coat of sweat covering her neck and forehead. Because, it is pretty hot in here.

When her eyes start refocusing, they land on his. And it's an awkward moment, she thinks. But not for long, because she's pushing his pants down with her toes and he's naked. Then he's crawling back up her body, oh-so-slowly, with determined black eyes, and he sees her cheeks flush. McNally's blushing. But he's staring right down at her, and he's leaning in. Too fucking slow. So she decides to reach in, too, with her lips. And then- They kiss. Warm lips stuck together and moving sensually. He's the first to dip his tongue in her mouth. He just-He can't breathe right now. It's just, the first time they'd kissed, it was so fast and- too fast, and now he's actually taking his time. Exploring deep into her mouth and she likes it too. She hooks a leg behind his knee and she's moaning into his mouth. He finally pulls back, and cups her face with one hand while the other is beside her arm for support.

"I need you, right now. Please, Sam." she's-, pleading. God. And then she jerking him towards her, running her thumb on the tip making his eyes roll at the back of his head. And that- feels too fucking good. But he's not ready yet. He hasn't made acquaintance with her breasts. So he slides down her body, his stomach tickled by her curls, and cups her breast. In result she throws her head back biting her lip and she's scraping her nails on his scalp. He gets another idea, thrusting a finger inside her warm core again. It's crazy, how he wants to pleasure her this much, and he's gotten nothing in return. Patience is what it takes here.

His fingers are thumbing her clit and he's suckling and kissing her breasts and- It's like he already knows what she likes. Then he accelerates and it feels so good. She's over the edge not much longer after.

But, now she knows it's his turn, because he's been too good to her. So she sits up and flips them over. She pushes him up the bed so he lean on the head board. And she's sitting on him, hasn't entered her yet but he keeps dreaming about it until it will. She's taking her time though, kissing him languidly while rocking her hips into his for that bit of friction. And he's been patient and he doesn't want to push her, but he's a little desperate himself.

To his relief, she finally gropes his aching member and strokes him a few times. She nibbling his ear and fuck, just that is gonna make him come. And, that's not how he really wants to-

She guides him into her home, her slick and wet walls swallowing him. He almost comes at the feeling, but he's not gonna embarrass himself like that so he waits for her to adjust. "Oh," he hears her whimper out. He's hoping she's surprised at how good he feels inside of her, because he is. But, he's been patient enough, and now he wants more. Besides, it's his turn.

He urges her by the hips to start moving, and she catches along. And shit, it's so raw, the friction created by sensuous movements. He's burying his face in her breasts, kissing and biting, while she's moaning out to God. He hears his name, too, a couple of times.

"Andy, you feel so fucking good." He mumbles into her skin, and it's the first time he's calling her by her first name. She hears that, but that's not the important matter here. She starts out slow, with him meeting each of her thrusts. But, he's been patient enough, so he goes faster. She's following his pace. And he's watching down there, watching himself go in and out, and it's fucking amazing. He feels the tightening at the bottom of his spine, but he doesn't want to- Not until she close too.

So he reaches one hand between them and finds her clit. It's, it's really throbbing. Maybe that's what three orgasms in-a-row do. But she doesn't seem to mind. So he starts rubbing it with the pad of his finger, and shit, she sure likes that. Her movements become wilder, her moans become louder and he knows she two inches from heaven. And when she lets go, he lets go, too. The room filled with groans and moans and, he's so high right now. It takes them both a moment, after that, and he's really not pushing because he doesn't mind her deadweight on his chest. He likes it. Even lo-

Whoa there. This was nothing, probably won't even remember anything tomorrow. She's still drunk, he thinks.

She finally lifts her head up and looks at him, and damn, she's so beautiful right now. So he leans in to kiss her, because he just had to. Maybe this was going to be his last kiss for a while, because she'd probably hate him tomorrow, for letting him take advantage of her in a drunk state. But a little part of him hoped to God she'd remember this night. Because he will, you fucking bet he will, for the rest of his living days probably.

She hasn't taken him out yet, like, maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe she likes this feeling, too. And fuck, wouldn't that be nice. But, then she's moving around and she finds a spot beside him. She's-, she's cuddling him. Which is, perfectly fine by him. He's not gonna talk, because that'll ruin the momentum, and he sure as hell does not want that. So he sticks with lulling her to sleep by caressing her hair, which finally puts him to sleep, too.

Tomorrow's another day, for sure.

A/N: Thoughts? Review? Maybe?