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A Sam/Andy fic.

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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue.

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A/N: Alright, I got the inspiration for this one after realizing that there have already been two couples that have made out in the interrogation room.

So, of course, I had to give Sam and Andy their chance.

I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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It was risky, inappropriate, and possibly stupid. But there was something about the interrogation rooms at the 15th division that was just ... an aphrodisiac. It was the perfect place to go without anyone seeing you; nice and secluded.

Privacy was important when dating a co-worker. Especially one that you were not - under any circumstance - supposed to be dating. It was expressly forbidden ... but maybe that was what made it so irresistible.

He couldn't get enough of her, day in and day out. She had invaded every corner of his mind, and he was all too willing to welcome her in.

Sam pressed her against the wall by the two-way mirror, feeling her squirm against him. He angled his hips into hers while he plundered her mouth, enjoyed the moan that he elicited from her.

He'd never made out with a woman in uniform before ... it was pretty damn hot.

Andy's hands clawed at his back, pushing right back against him while she panted through her nose.

They didn't know how long they'd been in there, but knew that enough time had passed that they might be missed by the outside world.

His lips pulled from hers reluctantly, his forehead pressing against hers while they breathed.

"What was that?" Andy wondered breathily, glancing up into his dark eyes.

Sam grinned, reigning himself in. "A little prelude to tonight."

Andy smiled at that. "Really?"

He nodded his head, finally pulling away from her. It was difficult, but somehow he managed.

They smoothed out their uniforms, Andy fixing her hair while Sam reattached the radio that had fallen off of his shoulder in their heated movements.

"You wanna go out first?" he asked her, finally having caught his breath.

Andy nodded her head. "Give me a minute?"

Sam stepped back while she opened the door, watching her leave the room. Once she was gone, he sagged back against the wall. It had taken all of his strength to pull away from her, and not commit an act that would definitely get them fired if they were caught doing it at work. He'd never felt this way before, and he was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling.

Counting down the seconds in his head, he finally place his hand on the doorknob. He steeled himself to return to work, ready to act as though nothing was amiss. Even though he wanted nothing more than to stay in the interrogation room with Andy ... all day if he were so inclined. There was something about the damn-near soundproof room ... it was like it called to him. Called to both of them.

He looked forward to answering that call many, many times.

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The end.

Well, what did you guys think of that one? Like it, hate it?

Short, I know ... I'll really try to start making these longer.

Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.

Until next time ...!