I wanted to update this story yesterday but got hit by a spoilerapocalypse with OUAT and couldn't think straight yesterday, overwhelmed by shipper feels.

But it's here now. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 5

"McNally!" Sam yelled, rushing towards her. "Come on. We've gotta go."

"Go where?"

"Out of here."

"But my shift isn't over yet and I ..."

"I cleared it with Oliver. You are covered." Sam told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the exit.

"Can I at least change?" Andy asked, pointing at the uniform she was still wearing, trying to steer him towards the locker rooms.

"No." Sam said vehemently, pushing the door open and drawing her outside. "No time for it. Someone might stop us."

He almost jogged towards his truck, completely confusing Andy what his rush was about. Normally this kind of hurry ended in her being slammed against the next wall and taking in a frenzy, her climax hitting her in minutes.

He nearly yanked the passenger door of its hinges as he pulled it open and pushed her inside, running around the hood and jumping on the driver's seat, his eyes flitting with a slightly mad glitter to the door of the precinct as he jammed the keys into the ignition and turned them around, the tires screeching as he drove away with a start.

"Sam Swarek!" Andy shouted as he pulled on the road, slamming her against the window with the force of the turn. "What is wrong with you?"

He didn't give her an answer immediately, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror, his body tense and it took him a few miles until his rigid posture relaxed and his fingers loosened around the wheel.

"Sam?" Andy asked, starting to get really worried about his weird behavior, fearing the worst but then he shot her a glance, his mouth pulling up into a big smile.

"Done!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll explain in a few minutes. Just let's get out of the city first."

Andy leaned her head back against the seat, sighing heavily and closing her eyes, giving up on getting a straight answer from him right away. She almost fell asleep right beside him when she was jerked around again as he turned into a dirty road, the truck jumping over the considerable gaps in the road until he let the car roll out on a clearing.

He turned around to her and lifted his hand, his fingers brushing her hair behind her ear as he smiled softly at her, her head tilting involuntarily into his touch, her eyes falling close again as he skimmed his thumb over her skin.

"Let's move this outside."

She only nodded and opened the seat belt, slipping out of the truck, inhaling deeply the warm air surrounding them, letting the soft wind brush over her before she stepped around the truck and climbed up on the truck bed, sitting down between his legs, sighing softly as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, realizing that this was the first time in months they actually had time to talk without getting interrupted or being too busy with jumping each other and her mouth curled up into a smile as she figured out that this had been probably his intention all along as he had pulled her out of the precinct.

"Sam?" She asked quietly, shifting so that her lips brushed his neck.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I ..."

"No, let me finish." She put a finger on his lips, interrupting him before she pushed back to look into his eyes. "I've always been in love with you. I will always be in love with you. We have to make this work. We are miserable without one another and I don't want to be miserable anymore. I want to be with you."

"And I want to be with you." Sam replied softly, leaning down to press a kiss on her lips. "I love you, Andy McNally. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"No more running away, no more hiding." Andy whispered against his chest, her fingers tightening around his shirt. "No more shutting me out. No more pushing me away."

"I promise." Sam breathed, trailing his hand up and down her spine. "If you promise to actually stay put this time and not going on some weird vacation or on an undercover assignment without talking it through with me first."

"I promise." Andy pushed back, getting up on her knees and cupping his face between her hands, giving him a sound smack on his mouth, a chuckle escaping her as she saw his stunned expression. "I love you, Sam Swarek."

She snuggled back into his embrace, both falling silent for quite some time before Andy cleared her throat, her fingers fidgeting with the collar of his shirt.

"About the whole 'rest of my life thing' ..." She stopped, trying to calm down her galloping heart, not able to look him in the eyes as she added softly. "Did you mean it?"

His hand tightened around her upper arm and he pushed her back, putting one finger under her chin and pulling it up, forcing her to lock eyes with him, a relieved sigh slipping out of her mouth as she saw the smile curling up his mouth.

"Yes." Sam said firmly. "I meant it. But I suppose you want some romantic, swoop you off your feet, proposal and you'll get it."

"I sure hope so." Andy replied, grinning up at him.

"That's one of the reasons you can't run away without warning." Sam explained, cupping her cheek and trailing his thumb over her lips, his voice dropping as he breathed. "Our kids might not appreciate it when their mother disappears all the time."

"Our kids?" Andy's voice was barely audible, sudden tears pricking the back of her eyes. "How many?"

"At least two." Sam told her, his lips twitching as he added. "They need to keep her mother busy so that she doesn't get any weird ideas."

He let out a yelp as Andy smacked her hand against his chest, a low chuckle rumbling out of his throat as she rolled her eyes at him and he wrapped his fingers around her hand before she could smack him again.

"What do you say?" His voice turned seductive as he pressed his lips against her fingers, taking one into his mouth and letting his tongue twirl around it, smirking as she sighed and her eyes fluttered shut. "Wanna exercise a little?"

"Exercise?" Andy opened her eyes, staring at him in confusion until the penny suddenly dropped. "Sam Swarek! Your mind is always in the gutter, isn't it?"

"It is." He replied, pulling her forward, his mouth crushing on hers, his hand immediately slipping under her uniform shirt, his fingers unclasping her bra, skimming over her skin, finding her already erected nipple and tugging at it lightly while his tongue pushed aggressively into her.

"Too many clothes." Sam mumbled against her lips, letting go of her reluctantly and a few minutes later they were both naked, Sam's mouth closing around her tip, sucking it in, one hand slipping between her legs, his thumb drawing lazy circles over her clit, two of his fingers pushing into her.

She had expected it to be another hard and fast ride but this time he was apparently determined to make it last and drive her insane in the process.

He laid her down on the blanket, skimming his mouth over her stomach down to her throbbing center, licking through her folds, his tongue lapping over the bundle of nerves and then he darted his tongue into her, slow plunges before going back to her clit, his finger sliding in, pushing deep, a second finger joining the first, pumping in and out while his tongue worked her nub and then he added a third finger, spreading her wide, increasing the pace, curling his fingers inside of her, hitting her at the exact right spot over and over again until she writhed under his mouth, begging him for mercy, exploding around his fingers as he sucked hard at her clit.

She was still panting, trying to come down from her high as he settled between her legs, pushing a hand between her back and the blanket and lifting her up, plunging into her with one swift jerk of his hips, making her cry out loud as he buried himself deep in her, his thick length stretching her and then he started to move, taking her with languid thrusts, pulling out of her almost completely with each stroke before sliding back in until the hilt.

She felt the first tug of her second orgasm, digging her nails into the skin of his forearms as he leaned forward, hitting her even deeper and a long moan erupted out of her throat as he pushed her over the edge once again, her walls gripping him hard and she wanted him to follow her, wanted to feel him releasing himself in her but he removed completely, making her groan with displeasure as his fingers slipped back in, gliding in and out of her to bring her slowly down.

Her legs were quivering, her whole being felt sated but he wasn't finished with her yet, pulling her up and turning her around, telling her in a hoarse whisper to kneel in front of him. Her knees were wobbling under her and she pressed her hands hard against the blanket to not hit the truck bed face first as he positioned himself behind her, slipping into her carefully a few inches before he gripped her waist with both hands and pulled her back the same moment he jerked his hips forward, slamming hard into her.

The third time he finally took her as she had wanted him to take her all along. Fast and rough. With deep and firm plunges. Her breasts were dangling back and forth, his skin slapping against hers as he quickened his pace, his harsh breath echoing over the clearing.

Her breath whooshed out of her as he leaned forward, one hand closing around her breast and twirling her nipple until it was hard and pounding in rhythm with her core, her other nipple aching for his touch and a moment later he fulfilled her unspoken desire, giving her other nipple the same attention before he skimmed his hand down her stomach, letting it slip between her legs and massaging her clit, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic the closer he got to his climax, a guttural groan rumbling through his chest as he stiffened, his fingers jerking against her nub, shooting her over the edge with him as he spilled his release into her.

They were lying on the blanket, staring up into the night sky, her head resting on his chest, her fingers splayed over his stomach, her breath brushing over his skin as they enjoyed this perfect moment together.

They still needed to talk, to clear the air, to start with a clean slate. But not today. For the next few hours they would just revel in each other's company without thinking about the past or the future.

They could talk tomorrow. They would spend the rest of their lives together. There was no need to rush anything.

The End

First I had intended to actually make them talk through everything but it just didn't feel right to include a big talk into this story.

Thank you to everyone for the lovely reviews, for all the follows and favorites. I loved writing this story and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Thanks for joining me on the ride. :-)