Thank you to everyone for your wonderful feedback. If not for that, I would have ended the story as a one-off at the first chapter, afraid that by continuing, I would dilute the power of Sam & Andy's "game." I hope that the chapters following did it justice. I have to tell you, though...I'm done - I don't think that I have anything left. So, I'll just observe from a distance until inspiration hits.

cheers

They practically fell through Sam's front door, anxious as they were to get their hands on each other.

The living room lamp that Sam still had on a timer from his months undercover, cast a golden glow into the foyer. No other light was necessary as neither would be allowing much distance between them. As it was, they instinctively knew every curve, every dip of each other's body.

Sam pushed Andy up against his front door, taking her mouth with a growl. He couldn't get close enough. Shoes kicked off, mouths ravaged, hands desperately seeking skin, bodies parting only briefly to remove the other's shirt.

Andy was luckier than Sam, having fewer barriers to remove for the feel of warm skin and solid chest underneath her hands. She smiled at his soft curse when she playfully bit his shoulder, running her lips slowly from his collarbone up his throat to take possession of his mouth.

She never imagined it could be like this. So violent and intense a need.

When their mouths and bodies parted in order for Sam to remove her bra, Andy ran her own hands up her belly to her breasts, cupping them briefly before replacing them with Sam's, his eyes following her every movement before crushing her mouth to his.

She was a wonder to him. A dark-eyed siren who could beckon with a look. A strong minded woman who didn't back down from a fight. An openhearted friend with strong shoulders and a steady hand. He could no longer imagine his life without her.

The need to feel more of Sam's skin against hers had her hands fumbling at the button of his jeans. "Too slow…" she complained hoarsely, so he took over, unfastening them and sliding them down his legs, kicking them aside. Doing the same with hers, he took the opportunity to run his hands down her incredibly long, incredibly smooth legs – legs that he couldn't wait to have wrapped around him.

"It's like starving the way I want you," he said, his rough voice filled with awe that this one woman could have such power over him. So strong was the desire to see this woman fly apart in his arms. He captured her mouth with his – hot, ravenous, burning away all thought, all reason.

Andy trailed her hands down Sam's back, slipping them beneath the waistband of his boxers. Pushing them down his legs, Andy smiled at Sam's sharp intake of breath as she satisfied her need to touch him.

"I don't think I can be gentle, McNally," Sam's voice was rough with desire.

"I don't need gentle; I just need you." she replied, pulling his mouth back to hers. They could do gentle later. Right now, was all about heat and want – sating the desperate need that was consuming them both.

So much heat. He'd forgotten what it was to let himself want like this, to take like this. Without restrictions or boundaries. His fingers tore at the fragile piece of black lace that blocked her from him. Desperate for possession, he lifted Andy, her legs wrapping around his waist and entered her with one swift thrust. Even as she cried out, she rose up, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her agile body quivering at the sensation of being filled by him.

Mine, his mind screamed as he drove her higher and higher.

She held on, riding the razor-tipped edge of pleasure, clinging to it, to him. When the orgasm ripped through her, she bowed back and drove him over the edge. Melting like candle-wax against him, Andy held on to Sam, their breathing ragged.

Though his vision was a little blurry at the edges, Sam studied McNally, then what was left of her panties. "I ripped your panties." Officer Obvious. When her eyes opened, he saw the amusement, laced with the lazy gleam of a satisfied woman.

"I'm not worried…I won't be needing them for a while," Andy replied, sliding down Sam's body. Time for gentle, Andy thought with a smile. Taking Sam's hand, she led him up the stairs to his bedroom.

They did gentle very well...repeatedly.

Andy had never felt so satisfied. Both her body and her heart warmed in the embrace of the man she was falling in love with.

"This is going to get complicated," Andy said quietly, her head on Sam's chest, her hand tracing the soft hair on his abdomen that she loved so much.

"It was already complicated, Andy. Now, at least, we're together and not dancing around the issue." Now that he had her in his arms, in his bed, Sam wasn't going to give her any excuse to push him away.

She was it for him; the piece of his heart that he didn't even know he was missing. No one else had even come close.

Rolling her underneath him, Sam searched Andy's face for any sign of regret. Finding none, he lightly rubbed his nose against hers, and closing the distance between their mouths, kissed her gently.

What they had together was too special to set aside because of policy. They would just have to be extremely careful. And if the need arose, he'd request a different rookie, but he didn't even want to think about that. They both had so much to learn from each other, and in fact, already had – both of them better off for their partnership, in work and in love.