Alright, alright, alright – my ego has been sufficiently massaged, so here you go. SMUT. You've been warned. Also, it's a really long one (by my standards), so I hope it was worth the wait ;)

Chapter 12

Sitting in the car, the silence was a bit awkward. Finally, Sam cleared his throat and stated, "So, you're back…". For some reason, this made Andy laugh. "Yeah, I'm back." She grinned at him and he couldn't help but laugh with her. This was going to take some getting used to. "Wait, this is not the way to my apartment!" Andy had finally torn her eyes away from him and looked at her surroundings. "Well, you've been gone for several months, so instead of going to your cold apartment with an empty fridge, we're going to mine so I can make you breakfast," Sam said, matter-of-factly.

"Oh, are we? Detective Swarek, now you're being presumptuous," Andy admonished him with a twinkle in her eye. He looked at her questioningly, and the smile he received in return showed him that she wasn't really cross with him. He was just glad he had actually gotten around to doing groceries the day before, after several weeks of living on take-away food, as he had thrown himself into work to make the time pass more quickly until she would come home. To him. Or so he had hoped.

He parked the car in front of his house and they got out. "Where's your bag? You always have a bag with you, finishing work," Andy observed. "Who says I was working? It was my day off." "But why were you at the precinct then?" Sam laughed at her naiveté. He would have to find a way to show her how much he had missed her. "To pick you up, of course. Oliver texted, I came." He said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world – and maybe it was. In reply, Andy just smiled. It was becoming a habit again, this smiling thing, and she liked it.

Sam had pulled out all stops – pancakes, bacon, fresh orange juice, you name it. It was heaven for Andy, who had spent months munching some cheap cereals in the bleak, lonely mornings, huddled under a blanket, trying to keep warm. Just sitting there, having company, in a nice and warm apartment was already great. But being here with someone she really cared about and who knew her inside and out, that was truly magnificent. Only under protest, however, did she refrain from having more coffee. But Sam was right, if she wanted to sleep anytime soon – which was probably hard anyway, considering how pumped she was – she really couldn't have another one.

When they had finished, Sam went to have a shower. Andy had gathered that Oliver's text had woken him up and he had headed out straight after. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy, knowing that he had basically run to her as soon as he learned she was back. While he was in the bathroom, she decided to get more comfortable and grabbed the next best shirt he could find, laying on a chair next to Sam's bed. It smelled of him and, as his scent enveloped her, she felt like the stress and uncertainty and loneliness of the last couple of months started to leave her body.

Coming out of the shower, clothed in his boxers and a t-shirt – after all, he didn't know at which stage of their previous relationship they were going to pick 'this' up – he found her in his bed, soundly asleep. He couldn't help but smile, seeing her relaxed and finally at ease. He remembered clearly how lonely and unhappy he had seen her during the undercover mission. And that was only halfway through her operation, things probably only got worse from there. But no matter what the personal cost, she had pulled through, bringing a cartel of drug and human traffickers down. He was insanely proud of her.

Andy McNally was here, in his bed, and she didn't look like she was running out on him. She had truly made herself at home. Her clothes were strewn across the floor – he could even see her bra hanging over the back of his chair – and her hair was in a mess. Warmth spread across his body, realizing that this wasn't going to be like when they had first started going out. That phase where everything is new and both partners try to always be at their best, look their best. It was an exciting phase in any relationship, but it was also exhausting. She was here, like she had never been away, bringing the familiarity and trust with her that they had started to share after months of being together.

He had been deeply worried that she would start to regret the night they had spent together throughout the months away from him, and that she would tell him so after her return. But she wasn't. There'd be a gigantic 'I told you so' from Oliver, obviously. He felt for his friend, who had suffered through his mood swings and doubts for weeks now. Sam would have to thank him for putting up with all of that. Turning his attention back to the sleeping form of a very exhausted McNally, he decided he could use some more sleep himself, having gotten up so early. Carefully, he eased himself under the covers, trying not to wake her up.

When he heard a very sleepy "Mmmhh, why are you lying all the way over there?", his heart skipped a beat. He decided to scoot a bit closer to where she was lying on her side, with her back to him. Apparently, she still wasn't happy. "Closer." Half-asleep Andy only seemed satisfied once he had closed the gap between them entirely and was closely spooned against her back. She mumbled "Night" and was already passed out again before he could reply.

She woke up when the sun was already setting, with the warm, sleeping body of Sam Swarek cuddled against her back. There were really no words available to describe how good it felt to finally be here again, to be home, to be with him – as if all the time in-between, where she was alone, pretending to be someone else, was a bad dream she had just woken up from. Carefully, she eased out of the bed, slowly removing the arm he had draped across her. Nature was calling and she tiptoed to the bathroom. Where was that creaky floorboard aga….? Ah, there it was. Luckily, Sam didn't wake up. Being in the bathroom anyway, she decided to have a quick shower.

By the time she returned to the bedroom, he was half-awake, lying on his back. He greeted her with a "there you are" and took in the full sight of Andy McNally with damp hair, wearing his dark blue fluffy bathrobe, which looked rather oversized but incredibly cozy on her. Smiling at him, she crawled back into bed, cuddling into his right side and draping her arm across his chest. Nuzzling her chin into the space between his head and shoulder, she whispered, "Go back to sleep." He pulled her in even closer, and encircled her with his arms. Waking up next to her was one of the things he had missed most.

"You sleeping?" McNally mumbled into his chest, about half an hour later. She felt Sam shake his head, before hearing him say, "No." Her naked leg had wandered from underneath the robe and was now splayed across one of his, her knee bent and in-between his legs, with her upper thigh dangerously close to finding out why exactly he wasn't able to sleep. One of his arms was wrapped around her back while the other was placed on said naked thigh. Now that he knew she was also awake and there was no danger of waking her, he started to slowly run his hand up and down her smooth, warm skin.

Apparently, she took his tentative movement as an invitation. Beginning to draw circles onto his broad chest with her fingers – how had those ended up under his shirt? – she enjoyed the effects of a lazy day in bed with an insanely attractive man, which had left her drowsy and relaxed and very, very aroused. With every move, the terry cloth of the bathrobe was caressing her skin, which was particularly sensitive after the shower.

Sam's hand had inched upwards and was now moving to where her naked leg appeared from under the robe. His exploration led him up even further to where he could cup her behind. He loved that spot where Andy's leg curved into her ass and he took his sweet time to caress it. Realizing that she really was just wearing the robe and nothing else turned him on even more. Andy was rolling her hips slightly against his side now and blissful, almost inaudible moans escaped her throat. Her head was still nuzzled into the space between his shoulder and neck, where her breath tickled his skin.

Emboldened by her reactions, he widened the radius of his strokes and turned his attention more towards the inside of her thigh; moving up slightly, his knuckles softly brushed against her wet center. Judging from the way she dug her fingernails into his chest and the breath that caught in her throat, she approved. Her breath suddenly felt hotter against his neck as she started to place soft kisses against the skin she found there. The less feathery his touches got, the less feathery her kisses became – finally, when he began to rub the side of his hand more palpably against her wet folds, she bit into his shoulder and ground her hips into his side. "Oh God, please… don't stop," she whispered, running her own hand from his chest further down to where his erection was throbbing, waiting for her touch.

Stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxers, she was surprised at how hard he already was. However, his underpants proved to be quite the obstacle, as she only had one hand available – the other one was trapped underneath her own body. Andy let out a frustrated sigh when he had to come to the rescue with the hand that had just felt too good between her legs. In fact, those hands should never be doing anything else ever again, but touch her.

However, the offensive piece of garment was finally removed and McNally enjoyed the feel of her hand against his silky skin. While caressing his length, she changed her position and propped her torso up on her elbow, so she could explore other parts of him with her kisses – his jaw line, that hollow just over his clavicle, and, finally, his lips. She was met there with a passionate response and Sam's arms, now encircling her, pulled her in closer and closer until they were completely encompassed by a curtain of her hair. His hands wandered up her back and into her hair as the kiss deepened even further. In response, her hip rolled more violently against his and her knee, still in-between his legs, was rubbing against him in a way that multiplied the sweet pain her hand was already inflicting on him.

Breaking the kiss under protest, Andy pulled Sam's shirt over his head and began a hot trail of kisses over his broad chest, his taut stomach and further downwards. That spot of soft skin just underneath his navel was her favorite part, she decided. But then again, these kinds of decisions were always made and re-made, often within minutes. She was fickle like that. Finally reaching her destination, she placed soft kisses on the tip of his erection, then ran her tongue leisurely along the sides, before taking him into her mouth completely.

"You have to stop, or this will be over in 5…4….3…", Sam's warning got Andy's attention after what felt like just a few moments, and with one final lick – which resulted in some uncontrollable spasms in Sam's thighs – she looked up at him, expectantly. He sat up and changed his position so that he was kneeling behind her. She had started to loosen the belt of her (his) robe, but when Sam said, "Leave it on," she stopped in her tracks. Andy knew him well enough not to question his request – he always found new ways to drive her mad (in a good way).

He pulled her flush against him, so his erection was pressing against her lower back, and encircled her with his arms. Pulling the knot of the robe's belt a bit looser, he created some leeway for the fabric so he could pull it off her right shoulder. After having carefully moved her hair out of the way, he started to kiss her shoulder and neck. All the while, she ground her ass against him, in slow, tantalizing eights. Still nibbling on her shoulder, he moved one hand inside the robe, to caress her left breast.

His other hand ran over her side and further down, staying on top of the luxuriously frictional fabric, and finally moved in-between her legs at the height of her knees. Inching up again, still on top of the robe, he brushed the robe against the inside of her sensitive thighs and then began to rub her center again. The feeling of the fabric against her core almost threw Andy into a fit. Her head rolled back and rested against Sam's shoulder, her whole body weight was supported by him now. Quickly losing control, all she could manage now was to turn her head far enough to capture his mouth in what was a mixture between hot, open-mouthed kisses and a series of moans. His ministrations didn't ease up and the spasms that reverberated through her body soon after totally took her by surprise.

His nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck and he deeply inhaled her smell – a mixture of his own shower gel and her very own, feminine scent –, while waiting until she came down from her high. Her legs were wobbly and she had trouble supporting her weight. Sam helped her to turn around and lie on her back with her legs spread, her center completely exposed to him. She watched Sam from under her heavy, half-closed eyelids as he slowly opened the belt of her (his) robe and pushed the fabric to each side so that she was finally uncovered for his hungry gaze.

Sam ran his hands over her upper body with feathery light touches but couldn't resist for long the urge to massage her breasts more insistently. Occasionally, he leaned over her to place wet, passionate kisses on her lips, jaw, or throat which Andy countered with heartfelt moans. But her body felt rather liquid at this point, so she wasn't able to do much more than let wave after wave of pleasure run over her skin. Finally, Swarek slowly pushed inside of her, relishing the wetness that welcomed him – however, only after he had taken his sweet time teasing his erection against her folds and gently smacking it against that nub of nerves, which, he remembered, always made Andy violently arch her back.

Entering her, he let out that heartfelt, deep moan Andy loved so much to hear. She opened her eyes to watch how his slowly closed and how his head rolled back, giving himself over to pleasure, letting go. He kept his pace measured and steady; otherwise he wouldn't have lasted longer than a minute or two, so this bought him some time at least. But looking down at Andy, how she was writhing underneath him, how she was breathing so quickly, how her hair was all over the place, how her hands were fisted into the sheets, holding on for dear life… Fuck, this woman would be the end of him.

His strokes came harder now, and, wanting more leverage, he took both of Andy's legs from either side, lifted them and supported them with his upper body and left shoulder. His arms encircled her thighs and, with every thrust, he pulled her in closer until he just couldn't bury himself any deeper inside of her. The changed angle elicited even louder moans from Andy, who had lost track of all time and space at this point. There was only the here and now and there was only him. Nothing else mattered – or would ever matter again.

Sam didn't know how he had been able to keep going after this change of position, but he held out for a little while longer. Finally, feeling that he was close to his own climax, he spread Andy's legs again, so they were on either side of him. He bent down to her, holding very still for just a moment, cupped her face with both hands and kissed her slowly, leisurely. Andy met this display of affection with a kiss that spoke of everything she wanted to tell him – and probably a few things she would never admit to him, or herself. Her hands ran over his chest and sneaked around his neck, to pull him in closer to the kiss. Having braced one hand against the mattress and slid the other under McNally's back, he lifted her up in one swift movement, eliciting a surprised yelp from the woman in his arms.

He was still kneeling and she settled into his lap quite naturally. Her hands around his neck, one of his hands on her back, the other on the curvature of her behind – not even a sheet of paper could fit between their heavily breathing bodies. With her legs placed against the mattress behind him, she began to push herself up and let herself fall down heavily on him, while also grinding her lower body against his, like a wave crushing against the beach, again and again.

Sam's hand wandered up from her back and buried itself deep in her long hair. They rested their foreheads against each other's. Both were too out of breath to share more kisses; that would have to wait. With one final crush against his hips, Andy drove him over the edge and felt how his body erupted in spasms, which she rode out for what felt like hours, her own insides twitching blissfully.

Neither of them moved for a while, trying to catch their breaths. But finally, after her heart had stopped to race at 200 beats per minute, Andy let go of the short hair at the back of his head, which she must've pulled quite violently. Smoothing her hand over his neck, she leaned in for another soft kiss. Now was the time.