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Chapter 2

Andy woke up the next morning to Sam's lips lightly touching hers. "Morning," he said smiling when he pulled back.

She squinted her eyes, not fully awake yet, and smiled. "Morning."

He didn't say another word, but placed another kiss on her lips before finding her neck, then the skin between her breasts, and her abdomen. He disappeared under the sheets before she felt kisses on her naked hips and the inside of both thighs as he nudged her legs open.

"Sam, what are you..." The words caught in her throat as she felt his breath on her.

He'd been watching her for several minutes before she woke up and he thought about a conversation they had way back in his undercover apartment. At some point after making it back onto the bed once he'd asked her to stay, Andy had reluctantly admitted she'd never had an orgasm solely by someone going down on her. He was determined to make it happen, however, and this morning he gave himself that challenge.

She knew what he was doing. "Sam, it doesn't work. You don't need to try...Oh god, keep...yeah, keep doing that."

He smiled against her and kept doing that until they both realized she'd just never had the right person trying.

"Oh my…god, Sam," she said through panted breaths.

He popped his head up from under the sheets with a successful, dare she say smug, look on his face. "You never know till you try."

"Holy…moly." Her mind still couldn't form words after what Sam had just done.

"Holy moly? Is that the best you've got? Moly's not even a word," he said, lying on his side next to her and propping his head up on his hand so he could look down at her still-flushed face.

"Yeah. Well, it is to me."

"Okay then, I'll take it."

When she'd finally recovered and her brain was able to function again, Andy pushed Sam onto his back and straddled him. She leaned down until her hair cascaded around both their heads and pressed her lips to his. She slowly slid down his naked body, placing kisses along the way until she took him in her mouth, and showed him just how appreciative she was.

Sam may have blurted out his own 'holy moly' by the time she was done.

Later that day, Andy was pulling items out of her fridge when Sam wandered into the kitchen. "Whatcha doing?"

"I'm making my dad's famous lasagna," she replied, as she put a pot on the stove to boil water for the noodles. Sam had already been witness to her baking skills, but she hadn't cooked them a meal yet and was feeling slightly inadequate, like she couldn't be domestic or something. But she really did enjoy cooking, especially when she had someone to cook for.

"You know, I can think of better ways to spend the next couple hours," he whispered in her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "And we can get something delivered later."

She wiggled out of his grasp and put a hand on his chest. "Nope, not gonna work. I want to cook for you, Sam."

"I haven't done anything to piss you off, right?" he teased, an amused grin displaying his dimples. "I mean, you're not trying to poison me or anything?"

"Hey!" she squealed poking his ribs with her boney finger. "I never said I couldn't cook. But when it was just me, it was kind of pointless to make some big meal."

Sam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him, her arms trapped against his chest to prevent any more poking. "You almost set the building on fire with your pancakes the other day," he teased.

"So not my fault," she said, shaking her head at him. "You distracted me so I left them on the stove too long."

"It's okay. I'm happy to be the cook in this relationship." He tilted his head down and brushed the tip of his nose against hers.

She bit her bottom lip to stop from grinning at the word 'relationship.' Still, she wasn't letting him take all the credit for their meals. "Nope. I'm cooking dinner tonight."

"I'll keep the fire extinguisher handy," he smirked. She tried slapping him but with her arms still constrained it became more of a tap. He kissed her hard before releasing her so she could get back to cooking.

Sam and Andy woke up the next morning deciding to have a lazy day. Not that the last few days hadn't been lazy, but they didn't even want to get out of bed today. It was late morning before they even attempted to do anything. Hunger forced them to finally get out of bed - after a short debate over which one would go forage for food, they both ended up padding out to the kitchen. It wasn't long after that, that they found themselves in the shower – together, until they ran out of hot water - and eventually back into bed.

Andy had some of the sheets wrapped around her as she laid her head on Sam's stomach, her soft hair fluttering out over his skin. The fingers of one of his hands playing with her hair while she was tracing patterns on the palm of his other hand, which she held near her chest.

"God Sam…we're like…teenagers or something," she said, tilting her head to look up at him.

"Pretty sure teenagers don't have our skills," he replied, dimples on full display as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

She rolled over, tangling herself in the sheets even more, and peered over at Sam as she rested her chin on his chest. She reached out a hand to rest it against his cheek, feeling the stubble from his unshaven face on her palm. She smiled, loving this look on him, and wondered if she could find a way to hold his razor hostage in the future.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked suddenly.

Andy prepared herself for a difficult question given how serious he looked. "Sure."

"Why do you have a gigantic poster of a dog on your wall?" he asked, not able to tamp down his grin any longer.

Andy let out a chuckle as a wave of relief crashed through her that this wasn't some serious discussion. "Hey," she said, swatting him with her hand. "Traci and I were shopping for furniture and I fell in love with it. Bella is just so cute!"

"You named a photo of a dog?"

"Yes," she replied, resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at him. "Any other critiques about my decorating?"

He chuckled and cupped her jaw in his palm, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. "Well...there is that weirdly named chair over there," he teased, pointing to the chaise which they'd had a lengthy debate about what to call it earlier. "And then there's that oar you've hung on the wall..."

Andy thumped her head face first into Sam's chest and groaned. "I'm never gonna hear the end of the oar, am I?" she asked, muffling her words into his body.

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p' for extra emphasis.

"You're insufferable."

"That's what you love about me, McNally."

She lifted her head so he could see her roll her eyes. "I'll be sure to remember your critiques on my decor next time I'm over at your place."

He glanced up at the large image on her wall again. "I like the name Boo. Boo Radley's a good name for a dog."

"Boo," she repeated softly. She turned to look at the dog. "Hmm, are you a Boo?" she asked the poster. "Or a Bella?" Sam was amused as he watched her seriously contemplate the name.

After a minute or two, Andy rested her cheek on his chest and smiled up at him, while her hand crept down his body in the other direction. Her fingers found the edge of the sheets, which rested along his hip bone, and slid underneath to find their destination.

Sam closed his eyes, wondering if he should feel shameful at how quickly he reacted to her touch. It was ridiculous really, after how much time they'd spent together these past few days, but nonetheless his body, or rather a certain part of his body, responded to her touch immediately. "Andy." His warning came out a lot more breathy than he intended and inwardly cursed himself for not keeping it together better.

"What?" Her grin as she acted all innocent was priceless when he opened his eyes again.

He tugged on her arm until she realized what he wanted, and she wiggled her way on top of him, losing most of the sheets that had been tangled around her body. Rubbing her body against him, she lowered her mouth to the soft skin of his neck, kissing slowly all the way up to his jaw.

"You're something, you know that?" He wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands feel up and down her back.

Andy grinned and responded by crushing her lips to his.

Early the next morning, Andy woke up to use the bathroom and slid out of bed quietly, trying not to wake Sam. She tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door. Sam had woken up the moment the weight of the bed shifted, but didn't open his eyes until he heard his phone ring. Reaching over to the night table, he squinted through one eye at the caller ID. "Oliver, do you realize what time it is?"

Andy was in the bathroom trying not to listen to Sam's conversation, but the bits and pieces she kept hearing made her heart sink. Not thinking about how the words were taken out of context, her stomach churned hearing "she doesn't deserve it" and "maybe it's time to let her go" and "move in? Don't think so buddy" come out of Sam's mouth.

She thought what they had was something special, but fought back tears now as she worried he didn't think the same way. She was drying her hands on a towel when she realized he wasn't talking anymore. She walked back into the bedroom and saw Sam's eyes open when she laid down on the bed.

"Morning," he said, rolling onto his side.

Andy tried to crack a smile as she rolled on her side to face him, but Sam's words were running through her head. "You think we're too different, don't you?" she blurted out, not able to keep the thought buried away.

"What?" he asked, surprised that was her response.

"You don't think we're gonna last." Even she didn't know if it was a question or a statement. She just had this strange feeling from the phone call she'd overheard.

"Why would you think that?"

"I...uh..." She let out a deep sigh. "I might've overheard your conversation with Oliver. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Andy - "

"It's just, I heard you say something about lettingher go...and something about never moving in together." She wasn't going to cry even if she had to fight it with every ounce of her strength right now. It was better to know now before she let this fantasy go on any longer.

"Andy, uh, first, I was talking about Oliver and Zoe. She kicked him out. Second, yes, we're different, but that makes us who we are, so we'll deal with it. And the not moving in comment you heard was in response to Ollie teasing me when I offered to have him crash at my place," he replied, his lips curving into a small smile when the blush crept over Andy's face as she realized her mistake.

"I - I'm sorry. I just...Is that what you really think about us?" She was no longer worried about what she heard, but he had agreed with her that they were different.

"I think you were ready to marry someone else less than six months ago." Sam knew how much Andy cared about him, but sometimes it still hurt that she could so easily get engaged to another man. He opened his heart to her like no one else, but that one little fact still had him finding it hard to open himself up completely.

"Sam, c'mon, you gotta know, I mean, you and me, it's not the same. I never felt for him what I feel for you," she said, pleading with him to understand.

And he knew that, he really did. "Okay, so what's the rush?"

"Okay. Okay," she replied while giving him an almost imperceptible nod. "You have to know, I hated that he made me look like a fool. But the fact it ended our relationship...I didn't really care because he was always my second choice."

"Okay." He smiled at her and pulled her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and her fingers played with the hair on his chest.

"So...Zoe kicked Oliver out?" she asked, feeling bad for their friend.

"Yup. He's gonna crash at my place for a while," he replied, his fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes on her back.

"What happened?"

"Not really my place to tell. Just a rough patch," he explained.

She gave a small nod in understanding. "Hey, Sam?"

"Hmmm?"

"Promise me something..." She didn't know if this was really the right time, but given what they'd just learned about Oliver, it struck her that she had to say something.

"Go."

"If things go south with us...and I don't want them to and I hope they don't. But if they do, then don't, don't just walk out the door, okay? Let's promise to work at it."

"You won't get rid of me without a fight."

"Alright." She was quiet for a few minutes and had nearly fallen back to sleep, when Sam heard her voice again. "Tell Oliver to search her eyes."

"Excuse me?" Sam had no idea what she was talking about.

"To know how she really feels, what she wants," she said, lifting her head so she could look at him. "It's in the eyes; they're the windows to the soul. Eyes can't lie."

They stared into each other's eyes and smiled at what they saw. It has always been this way with them, knowing the other's thoughts and fears simply by reading their eyes.

After ordering Chinese for lunch, Andy was lying on the couch with her head on a pillow on Sam's lap. She cracked open a fortune cookie, popping half in her mouth as she read her fortune. She straightened the small piece of paper between her fingers and read it aloud. "No distance is too far, if two hearts are tied together."

She looked up at Sam and smiled. People always said no matter the fortune, it would apply to your life in some way because that's how they were written: vague enough to mean something to any person reading it. But Andy thought that this one really did seem aimed at them. Even with the distance during their suspension, or the distance created if Sam chose to go undercover again, their hearts were bound together.

Sam leaned down to kiss her forehead. When their eyes met, he knew what she'd been thinking, and as much as he hated her fleeing to Temagami, he knew distance was never something that would tear them apart. No matter what, they'd always find each other again.

Andy grabbed two more fortune cookies off the table and tossed one at Sam. "Your turn," she said.

He broke open the cookie, tossing the whole thing in his mouth as he opened his fortune. He briefly wondered if Andy was right all those months ago and the universe did have a plan for them. "When all else seems to fail, smile for today and just love someone." When he finished reading it, he peered down at Andy and smiled.

"Sam…I…" She swallowed the lump in her throat and knew it was way too early for her to utter those three important words. Everything was still new and she feared sending him running, so she buried the words in the back of her mind. "I…I think I'm gonna have another," she said, cracking open another cookie.

"You are entering a time of great romance and overdue happiness." She smiled sheepishly as these fortunes seemed so in tune to them. "I am you know, truly happy."

"Me to," he said, returning her smile with one of his own.

As he leaned toward her again, she propped herself up on her elbows so she could meet him halfway. Their lips met in a kiss that was sweet and passionate and full of promise. When they pulled apart, Andy rested her hand against Sam's cheek and smiled. Happy, heavenly, amazing; Andy didn't care what adjective was used to describe this, all she knew was this was all she ever wanted.

The End.