Hey! This is my first Rookie Blue fanfic, but I loveee the show. So in honor of kicking of the new season with tonights season premiere I decided to upload the first chapter today! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or the characters...sadly.

Andy walked into the Grey Goose after a long, tiring day. She'd never been here before but it was the first bar she'd passed on the way to her small apartment on the east side of Toronto. There were three reasons she had bought the apartment: she could afford it, it was close to work, and it was out of her dad's house. Sure she loved him, but she couldn't live with him forever and it was good for her to get out on her own and be independent. She had broken up with her boyfriend hours earlier and she was finally free to do what ever, her now ex-boyfriend was always controlling and to make things worse he was really bad in bed, but that wasn't one of her points for breaking up with him…well ok, it was.

The bar had a nice enough look to it. It was dimly lit like every bar crawling with people on every Friday night. It had a dancing area behind a wall so the strobe lights wouldn't get in the drinkers eyes.

Andy slowly made her way from the front door to a bar stool that was nicely cushioned to give a comfy feel to the occupant. The bartender was an older man, with white hair who smiled politely at her and took her drink order shortly returning with a beer, she smiles at him then scans the room. Her eyes settle on a dark haired man across the room 'hmm. He's kinda cute.' tearing her eyes away, she doesn't want to seem like a stalker.

Staring at the mahogany wooden counter in front of her, Andy considers leaving. Her beer is almost empty, so it's not like she wasting her money, and it's not really late so she could still walk home. Another beer is slid in front of her causing her gaze to jerk up to meet the eyes of the bartender again.

"Courtesy from the gentleman over there." He says and points.

Her head turns to where he points and her eyes lock with the dark headed man she drooled over minutes earlier. She smiles at him, quickly gathering up her courage she picks up her beer and purse then heads towards him.

When she finally reaches him, she notices he's staring at her. She gives a shy smile "Hi."

He chuckles "Hey."

Her teeth tug at her bottom lip for a second "Thank you for the drink."

Watching her lips "I had to get you to look up some how." his eyes settle on hers as he gives a friendly smile.

His smile is contagious, making her face light up "Well I'm glad you did. I'm Andy."

He hesitates for a moment "Nice to meet you. I'm Sam."

They talk about sports and tease each other about their choice of teams and sports. They brush against each other way too many times, but they never seem to mind. The small, short touches turn longer and more intimate, taking them both by surprise, but neither of them stop them. The conversation then turns to the colleges they went to and they each defend their schools honorably.

Andy's eyes sparkle with an idea, something that Sam can only take as a sign of trouble. She jumps up off of her stool and grabs his hand pulling him from his perch. She's beaming up at him, excited and happy which makes him smile seeing her so young and carefree. He yanks on her arm, pulling her to him and kisses her passionately.

When he finally releases her, she looks up at him and stares into his eyes in awe before once again smiling and going back to the task of dragging him to the dance floor. Once there, Sam grabs hold of her hips letting her make the next move, not wanting to scare her off. She sets a moderately paced grind, after a few moments of their dance he determined she was really good at this, so good that he was jealous of the guys she'd done this with before.

As they danced they stole kisses and touches. He kissed her neck often causing sparks to flow through her veins and her face light up. Each kiss she received was filled with something Andy had never felt before and she hoped that this wouldn't be the last day that her very attractive, almost complete stranger, kissed her. She wanted something more than just some guy she made out with at a bar. She wanted to be able to introduce him to her friends, and have all the girls jealous of what she had and they didn't.

They danced until they couldn't dance anymore. Andy was tired and her feet were killing her while Sam was thoroughly aroused.

Making their way back to where they were seated before they both order water to quench their thirst caused by the endless dancing they participated in. A long silence settles over them as they stare at each other, assessing, wondering, and memorizing.

'We'll never see each other again, this is it. We could trade numbers…but its not a really good time.' His internal debate finally comes to an end and he's talking before he even realizes it "Do you wanna get out of here?"

She blinks in surprise, but she's excited that he wants to be around her longer, she smiles at him "Yes."

Grabbing her hand he leads her to the door where he then places his hand on the small of her back and pushes her out the door towards his car. He walks up to his temporary, old, banged up car and lets out a small sigh then tries to explain the, what he thinks, awkward situation "Sorry, my truck is the shop." He rubs the back of his neck.

Andy gives him a playful smile "And what does this, supposed truck look like?"

Sam slowly stalks towards her with a playful smile "A steel grey, 2011 Ford F-150 with a v6 engine...well I won't get into all of that, we'd be here all night."

She gives a mischievous smirk before her back bumps up against his car "Why not something nice, like an all black 2012 Chevy convertible Camaro with a v8 engine, and a beats sound system."

His gaze turns darker then he stops in front of her, inches away. "Hmm. A Chevy girl huh?" Placing his hands on the top of the car by the beginning of her ribcage, he leans in a little closer.

Her gaze flutters to his lips that are only a few inches away "At least I'm not a Found On Road Dead (Ford) kind of girl." she retorts before tilting her head up slightly.

A small smile spreads on to his face "I like you." he says slowly before he places a kiss on her lips, moving his body as close to her as he can while his lips caress hers sweetly, with an under lying hint of passion.

Sam pushes her against the car, attacking her lips harshly causing her to moan deep in her throat and nip at his lips. Surprised he pulls away and stares into her eyes, surprised at the feelings he thinks he could have with her after knowing her for a few short hours. Andy bites her lip self conscious under his gaze, but continues to look into his dark eyes.

Moving away from her he smiles and opens the passenger seat door. She mummers her thanks and slides into seat, fastening her seat belt as he opens the door and jumps into the driver's seat before starting the car. Pulling the car onto the nearly empty street, he takes her hand and laces his fingers with hers before resting them on his leg as he drives with one hand.

Every so often he brushes his fingers over her knuckles, caressing them gently. Each time he does, Andy feels tingles shoot up her arm she's amazed at what he can do to her.

After a ten minute car ride Sam pulls into a parking lot of an apartment complex. He parks the car and turns it off before their hands un-entwine and meets her in front when he notices she's already out of the car.

Threading their fingers together again Sam pulls her to him and kisses her softly on the lips. When they break away he whispers "If you change your mind let me know, I'll take you home." Her head gives a sharp gesture towards the apartments and he smiles.

Andy observes her surroundings; the building is two stories with the doors on the first level. Its fairly nice looking made mostly of brick with black doors that have gold numbers hanging on them.

Before she realizes it Sam is sliding his keys into the door and pushing it open. He stands back letting her inside his house first before fallowing her, flicking the lights on, and locking the door behind him.

Andy's eyes fly around the room, trying to take everything in. There's not much to see though, a nice black leather coach sits facing the TV and fireplace, and there's a glass coffee table in front of that, all sitting on a black and white rug.

It's what looks like a standard guy's apartment: not much color and no personal pictures on the walls, the basics. The only thing irregular about the standard man's home is there are no clothes lying around, no empty beer bottles, and no dirty dishes. Sam was not the average man, but then again she knew that when they first met.

She can feel his hard stare on her which causes her to turn towards him, he's not very far away, maybe a foot and a half. They don't speak but the sexual tension between them is inevitable and draws them closer together.

Sam's hand slides along her jaw to cup her face while his thumb runs on the smooth skin of her cheek. Her eyes are locked with his, both refusing to blink and break the connection between them.

Their lips some how end up meeting, neither remembered moving but they didn't regret the close contact they were sharing with each other. Expert sets of lips tease and tantalize each other as they further explore one another.

Taking control of the kiss, Sam pushes her up against the wall. His tongue runs along her closed mouth asking to enter. His request is granted and the door to her mouth opens, allowing his tongue to slip inside so he can stroke his tongue with hers.

When the need for air is too great to ignore Sam pulls away, a few seconds later he backs up a few steps to give them space. Andy doesn't want space so she takes a step toward him almost immediately after he stepped back. Sam's eyes watch her closely, when her intentions are clear he grabs her hand and leads her upstairs to his bedroom.

Nearing the foot of the bed he turns around and his gaze sweeps up and down her body. Stepping towards her, his hands land on her hips and his fingers curl underneath the hymn of her shirt and he leans in and kisses her slowly. The kiss is adventurous and Sam controls it the whole time wanting to keep it slow.

His warm hands skate up her sides and pull off her shirt causing her to inhale sharply. His arm wraps around her waist and he slips her Sperrys off, then her pants quickly join her shirt on the floor.

Pushing her onto his bed he stands back full dressed and stares at her laying on his bed in just her bra and panties, which he now realizes is black lace lingerie. She blushes shyly under his scorching gaze, and looks up at him self consciously.

He quickly discards his shirt, socks, and unbuckles his jeans and slides them off with his black boxers, finishing in record time. Andy finds herself watching him, closely examining the fine male specimen in front of her. His eyes are deathly dark which makes her lower muscles clench sweetly. His muscular chest attracts her attention quickly; he had a little bit of chest hair so that was a plus.

Her gaze drops lower to his hip bones which make her suck in a breath, imagining those moving his pelvis against her, controlling his depth and speed. The images are racing through her head causing her hand to drift from its spot beside her hips.

Looking down at his manhood she bites her lip 'how is he going to fit? Jake was nothing in comparison...I don't think any one I've been with is.' She feels fissions of fear shoot through her.

She can feel Sam watching her hand glide across her side to her aching center. "Shit." He mutters, he never would have guessed that Andy, a beautiful woman who was shy (which he couldn't figure out why) could touch her self this way. He sinks down on the edge of the bed stroking her legs.

Knowing he's watching her makes her close her eyes. Her breathing hitches when her fingers reach her underwear clad vagina and work in slow small circles, while Sam massages her thighs. Head tipped back and mouth open she moans, panting "Saam."

Crawling on top of her he stares into her dark, wanting eyes. As he watches her, he gets a feeling something is wrong. She's thinking.

Bending his head he rubs his nose near her ear "What are you thinking about?" He mummers huskily.

Feeling her jaw move, he knows she's biting her lip. She's quiet for a long while causing him to pull back and stare down at her face only then realizing what's making her freeze. Fear.

He kisses her temple "What are you scared of?" He questions gently.

She blushes at the question, embarrassed. "You're uh-...I-...My-" Blushing a deeper shade of red when she can't communicate with him, that's what relationships relied on right, so why couldn't she do it now?

"Talk to me babe. I need to know." He encourages lightly.

She lays quietly underneath him contemplating the words to say. Its embarrassing, how do you just put that out there like that?

"Andy. How am I supposed to help you if you won't let me?"

Bringing her gaze up to his, she takes a shaky breath "You're bigger than anyone I've ever been with."

He pauses looking at her, surprised by her answer. He pushes her light brown hair from her face, trying to comfort her "Its ok. I'll make sure you're ready, and if you don't want this anymore, your company tonight is more than enough..."

Looking up at him she can tell he's sincere, she nods telling him to go ahead.

He kisses her "Are you sure?"

She smiles "Yes."

He kisses her gently, then trails them down her body, starting with her lips moving to her neck, then her collarbone. Stopping he reaches underneath her and unclasps her bra pulling the straps off her arms before tossing it to the side.

His trail of kisses continues between her breast, and to her stomach. He then places a kiss above her panty line, and a kiss on the inside of both her upper thighs. Sitting back, his fingers hook in her underwear and slide them down her legs, leaving a trail of fire as his fingers skate across her skin.

Getting a glimpse of her bare lower lips he places his hands on her knees and pulls them apart. His breath catches in the back of his throat coming out as a groan while his hands slide to her ankles. She blushes fiercely, responding with a strangled "No."

Panicking she tugs her legs from his grasp and locks her knees together then looks down, not being able to bring her mortified self to look at him. Sam's face shows his surprised expression all over it but quickly changing it he sits up a little. Placing his hands on either side of her hips he's partially hovering over her and looking down at her face.

"Andy." He whispers. "Andy, look at me."

Her eyes peek up at him, gauging his reaction. Unsure what to make of his body language she turns her head away. His hand settles under her chin and pushes up her head, making her look at him.

"Why are you so scared?" He asks gently. This girl was brave, but she was scared when it came to sexual things, it was like she was on the verge of being considered shy.

She hesitates but only for a second, she knows Sam won't tease her, and he'll make sure she's comfortable. "No ones ever...gone down on me before."

"It's not going to hurt…is actually quite the opposite. I want to make you cum as many times as I can." He says the last sentence as a promise, making her even wetter and wanting him even more. "This is going to help me make you cum, I promise."

Her eyes close as her mind drifts off to the though of him making her cum more than once. She clinches her teeth moaning quietly at the thought, but Sam still hears her.

"I know you want me to." He nuzzles her neck then kisses it making her body tremble, fully aware. Air is sucked into her lungs as soon as his lips touch her skin; he found one of her turn on spots.

"What are you doing to me?" She whimpers in pleasure.

"So is that a yes?" Sam asks hopefully.

Giving a sharp, quick nod of her head, she signals the ok to restart where he left off. His hand slides around the backside of her thighs, knowing just how sensitive that area could get.

He parts her thighs again, but more cautious, making sure not to be caught staring for too long.

Andy looks up at him, uncertainty and nervousness clash in her eyes. He watches her as he lowers himself in between her smooth legs.

Kissing the inside of her thighs again makes her moan and push her head back further in her pillow. His lips finally come into contact where she wants him the most causing her to stop breathing.

His tongue swirls around focusing on her clit causing her hips to fly up towards him. His arms tighten around her thighs tugging them back down to the mattress and keep them there.

The sounds she's making are the hottest things he's ever heard, encouraging him to make her cum. 'She does deserve it.' He tells himself 'How could she stay with a guy like that? It's the number one rule for a man to take of his partner.'

He's determined to make it up to her for that asshole leaving her unsatisfied. He silently promises to make her cum as many times as he can.

His tongue dances across her sensitive flesh, driving her crazy. 'God if I stay with this man I'm going to become a sex crazed monster.'

He continues his assaults until she's withering and begging underneath him. She tenses and struggles to breathe as her orgasm slams into her. Her hips buck up into his face, but Sam's hands are in the right place to keep her from getting too uncontrollable.

The pace slows gradually as she settles down and gulps in air, while his strong demanding tongue is still on her, but this time more delicately, taking his time to lick up her wetness. Gently prodding at her slick opening, he makes her muscles clench with a greater need than the one he just extinguished.

A smooth hand slides down to his, where their index fingers meet as she hooks her finger under his. Looking up at her he sees her needful face and extracts himself from between her legs and mindful of where she is, prowls to be close to her face

Upon his closer return, one of her hands cup his face and hauls him closer where their lips meet and their tongues battle. Sam wins but only because she gets distracted by the new, unfamiliar taste on his lips. Her face is slightly scrunched up to the feelings she has. In awe of her, he slows down letting her explore his mouth and taste how delicious she's taste.

He waits a little while longer before he kisses her again, he deepening it to throw her off her senses. While her mind is distracted Sam slides his hand down and sinks a finger into her. She gasps, surprised she lightly clenches down on his finger.

Moving down he closes in on her breast. His left hand kneads her right breast as he blows, kisses, and sucks on her other.

Once he's fully accounted with her chest he comes back up and kisses her. Andy locks her arms around his neck and nuzzles him as his second finger easy slips inside with his other one. She pants in his ear while his fingers move inside her, his fingers graze her g-spot causing her to clench her muscles tightly and hang on to him. He feels her tense, unaware of what he just did he stops waiting for her while she clings to him with her nails digging into his back. When he feels her start to relax he looks into her eyes and moves his fingers again.

She knows when he's about to add a third finger, causing her to tense. Sam kisses her neck "It's ganna feel weird for a little but it'll feel good after that." He mummers in her ear "Relax Babe." He nuzzles her gently.

His finger starts to push into her causing her to groan "Oh. God." She buries her head in his neck.

Sam waits a few moments, letting her adjust to the new fullness. His fingers start slowly, moving in and out, eventually moving in a scissor like motion to stretch her a little more.

They share short kisses in between her gasps for air and stare at each other when they can't. Pulling his fingers from her he sticks them in his mouth before pushing them into hers.

Andy unfolds her arms from his neck and he pulls his fingers from her mouth to give her a long, hot kiss. Still kissing her he moves around and settles between her thighs. Pulling away she gasps for air while his lips skate across her neck.

Their noses stroke against each other and their hot breath fans on their faces "You ready?" He asks her.

Andy's eyes reflect her fear but she nods. Kissing her, he hopes to some how reassure her that he's trying his best to make her comfortable.

Grabbing a pillow from the floor, he scoops his hand underneath her and raises her hips. Sliding the pillow into place underneath her hips and lower back, she squirms around trying to get settled.

As she wiggles around he opens the drawer of the bedside table retrieving a condom. He rips the foil packet with his teeth before carefully rolling it down his long length.

Once she's ready he moves back over her, kissing her gently before moving his hand in between them and positions himself at her sopping wet entrance. Resting with his arms near her head, he pushes into her at a steady, slow but quick pace.

"Oh. Fuck." She bites out, her head pushes harshly into the mattress and her finger nails dig into his bicep as her fingers on her right hand tangle with his from the arm that wraps around her head. His other hand has finished its task from earlier and is now stroking her hair.

Sam nuzzles her neck, gritting his teeth as her muscles squeeze him tightly. Some moments she grips him hard causing his breath to catch in his throat, other times its not as tight but she still has a solid hold on him.

"Do you want to stop? Is it to painful?" He asks with genuine concern for her.

She shakes her head fearful of him stopping "No! I want this too bad."

Sam nods understanding; he cradles her head with his right arm and kisses her temple, then gently pulls out a little, before slowly pushing back in.

Her head turns to the left, facing into his arm she gives it a bite. Sam gives a soft, short growl; she had a pair of sharp teeth on her.

Knowing he won't have long, he has to use his experience to get her ahead of him. He gives her long thrust with a sharp edge at the end of them. Changing angles he doesn't hit her in the same spot twice in a row. He rolls his hips, planting himself deeper inside of her.

He studies her closely, figuring out what she doesn't like, and what makes her feel good. She moans loudly most of the time, but with different angles she emits whimpers of pleasure. She bites her full bottom lip when some thing feels best, and licks her lips while looking into his almost black eyes when she wants to be kissed. The only unusual thing is that she doesn't talk much, in bed.

Her breathing has become shorter and more often. She's starting to clinch again. Her teeth are latched on to her lip. He notices the signs almost right away, letting him know she's close.

He changes his angle one last time giving short, deliberate thrusts against the upper walls of vagina. She clings to his back moaning into his ear "Oh yes, baby, yes! Oh that feels so good. Oh. God. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuCKKK. Yes right there. Oh Sam please don't stop. Don't stop!"

He shakes in response, his body aches for his orgasm but he's determined to make this good for her. Gritting his teeth he manages to talk to her "I won't stop, come on baby I know you're ready. Let go, I'm right behind you."

Andy tries to hold back, but from the lack of recent mind blowing sex, her control is slipping...quickly.

Sam feels her hesitating so he growls demandingly "Let. Go."

The dominance in those two words is enough to break her control, sending her into a scream and a series of sobs. She looses all control of her body, making her melt into his arms. "Oh fuck! Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam. Saaammmmmm!" Her eyes roll back closing and she gasps for air while all of her muscles clinch deliciously.

His orgasm shakes his body, squeezing his eyes closed he grunts with every spurt of hot cum he releases. Placing short kisses on her lips as his thrusts slow and shorten. His lips hover over hers as he struggles to control his breathing.

Sam slowly pulls out of her to lay next to her on the right side of the bed. He pulls the condom off and drops into the trash can by the bed. They lay in silence as their breathing slows. Once he fully regains his breathe he turns his head and looks at her "You ok?"

Her gaze meets his, giving him a tired smile before whispering "I'm better than ok."

His eyes start to feel heavy, and he silently curses the post sex sleepiness. Knowing his time awake is warring short he reaches over and pulls their heads together. He places his lips on hers giving them a sweet and sincere kiss.

Pulling away he grabs the sheets and tugs them up thanking God the fan is on due to the Toronto summer heat.

Andy tucks the sheets underneath her leaving her shoulders and her left leg uncovered. His arm wraps around her waist and he falls asleep quickly with her tucked into his side.

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