A/N: YAY! New fic! I have no idea where this one is going. Just this scene came to me today and I had to write it. I'm thinking its going to be a collection of stray thoughts. Hence the title. This will be fluff PWP bordering on smut so I'll give it the tough rating. I'm open to taking ideas so you can PM me or leave it in a review, its all good.
Stray Thoughts
By Skinfull
Andy felt his hands curl around her waist from behind and grasp her hips to pull her back to him. She could feel him, hard, twitching, as he pushed against her and not for the first time she wished there was no clothing barrier between them.
His hands loosened their grip on her hips and curled down the front of her thighs and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. His fingers curled into the crevice between her legs and she spread them ever so slightly to give him better access. One hand stroked deeper while the other came up her torso, lifting the cuff of her tee as it rose and caressed her warm skin. She gasped at the touch of his hands on her skin and tossed her head back, her mouth agape as she struggled to control her breathing.
His hand came to her breasts and gently touched the underside then moved higher still, into the crevice then circled her throat.
"Andy…" he said and she turned her head towards him, her lips brushed the underside of his jaw and her tongue came out to lick him, rasping on the stubble, and then kissed him again. She felt her hips move, twitch against his hand and she pushed back against him, emitting a low guttural sound when his hand pushed her pelvis back into his.
"Andy…" his hand was on her shoulder, his fingers pressing as he shook her gently. "Hey, Andy."
She licked her lips and let out a shuddering breath then rolled over and nearly fell off the couch.
"Hey, whoa!" His hands caught her before gravity took over and she turned to see Sam standing over her.
"What's… eh… what?"
"You've been asleep for a few hours, but it looks like it's all over and we can go home."
Andy sat up and Sam stood back to give her room to compose herself. She dry washed her face an brushed her hair away then tied it back into a pony tail. Her dream came back to her in vibrant and vivid images and she hoped it wasn't written as clearly on her face.
She looked around the room they had been camped out in for three days. Discarded food boxes, two make shift beds, a grotty couch and a bank of TVs and computer equipment. It had been the most boring surveillance op she could ever have imagined. No wonder her mind had wandered, she rationalised and tried desperately to brush the thoughts out of her head.
"What happened?"
"One ridiculous mishap after the other. It was a comedy of errors." Sam was over at the computer and pulled up a video then rewound it for her to watch. "Check this out."
He got out of the chair and gestured for her to sit in it. With only a slight hesitation she took the seat. He had on hand on the back and the other was pointing at the screen after he pressed play. He was leaning in close to her, his chest barely touching her shoulder but she felt like it was burning into her. She tried to concentrate what he was pointing out but all she could think of were his hands. Slender fingers, warm soft skin, touching her, her neck, her chest, her stomach…more.
"Then after all that, the guy rings the cops!" Sam laughed loudly bringing her out of her reverie. "He rang the fucking cops! Can you believe that?"
He turned to look at her and she smiled but it was forced and he could tell.
"You ok McNAlly?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She stood up and brushed down the front of her top. "So we're done here?"
"Yep. No more crappy take out and bunk beds."
"Yeah, yeah good." She started to gather her things, shoving them unceremoniously into the backpack she had brought them in. "So this is surveillance?"
"Pretty much." He leaned back on the table and watched her, his ankles crossed and her arms across his chest.
"Not much fun is it?"
"It's not supposed to be fun, its work."
"Yeah of course." When she had finished packing she looked around the room. "So what happens now?"
"Well they have all been arrested. Who calls the cops on a robbery at a meth factory?!" Sam laughed again. "So it's back to the streets for us, after we finish a boatload of paperwork."
He knew she was uncomfortable be he wasn't sure why. It had been three days, pretty much just the two of them in this room. Taking turns sleeping and getting food. And he thought it had all been going well. But now she was acting strange. Awkward, hiding something, avoiding his eyes and busying herself with cleaning this room.
He had watched her for a moment before waking her. Her face was flushed, her lips parted and her tongue came out to lick them more than once. She was facing the back of the couch and had one arm bent beneath her head, her hand in her hair, clutching bunches of it, but it was the other hand that caused him to delay in waking her. It was draped across her torso, and she had slipped it under her tee. He could see her making slow lazy circles on her skin and then without warning her hips moved and she grinded her pelvis against nothing which was followed by a low moan. So low he wasn't sure he heard it, until she repeated it.
Against his better judgement he had woken her, and the flush in her cheeks and the look in her eyes were unmistakable. And now that she was walking around the room avoiding him he knew he had some part in it.
Sam smiled.
"Okay, so what about the equipment?"
"I already called it in. The techs will dismantle it and bring it back."
"So do we need to go back to the barn now? Or tomorrow?" She knew she was babbling but she had to keep talking. The minute she stopped the images bombarded her. She could feel her cheeks blushing and she tired her best to look at him but it was no use. As soon as she looked at him all she could feel were his hands on her body.
"Andy…Andy!" He crossed the room in two steps and grasped her shoulders. "What the hell has gotten into you?"
"What!?"
"You're babbling like a rookie. You know the protocol. It's 3.30 in the morning. I don't think it will matter if you file your paperwork tonight or in the morning."
"Yeah, of course not!" she laughed self-consciously. "Okay then. So I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah sure. Bright and early." He released her shoulders and stepped back as she grabbed her bag and coat. "Just one thing McNally…"
She was at the door already.
"How are you getting home? We're in Scarborough. "
Andy faltered. "Oh yeah."
"Let me grab my stuff, I'll give you a lift."
It wasn't long before they were in his truck. The close confines were almost too much for her. She rolled the window down a crack to let in the cold air but the winter outside was too much and she was forced to close it again. None of this went unnoticed.
"Hot and bothered?" he asked a crooked smile on his lips.
"Yeah, no, I dunno."
He fiddled with the heating in the car and turned the cooling vents towards her. She focused on the streets outside, counting the blocks down to her neighbourhood. When he pulled up outside her apartment she snatched her bag from the back and was out the door before he could say anything.
"Thanks!" she said and with a wave she raced up the path to her place. Sam watched until she was in the building and shook his head as he took off down the street.
Andy hurried to open her apartment to put as much distance between her and Sam as she could physically manage. The only thing she wasn't sure of was whether this was to banish him from her thoughts, or to continue from where she left off.