Sam pets up her rib cage. "Yeah. My lax hygiene standards really bring the ladies." Andy laughs, muffled.
(And he used to think he liked her for no good reason at all--scatterbrained rookie, running around half-cocked with her radio off, not his type--but now, uh. He's pretty sure--
Well. He's pretty sure it's all the reasons.)
"I'm going to need more pancakes in the morning," Andy slurs. She throwing off heat like an electric blanket, too-warm all the way up his front. Sam doesn't move. "Just a forewarning."
"I'll consider myself warned," Sam says, and he is, he really is, he's in so much trouble with her, way over his head, and he knows--
He doesn't particularly care.
"Chocolate chips this time," she adds.
Sam fits his fingers along the gaps in her rib cage, downy soft. "McNally. Go to sleep."
She does. Sam stay up for a little while. Just looking.
AS ALWAYS, AN HONOUR AND A PRIVILEGE.
(And he used to think he liked her for no good reason at all--scatterbrained rookie, running around half-cocked with her radio off, not his type--but now, uh. He's pretty sure--
Well. He's pretty sure it's all the reasons.)
"I'm going to need more pancakes in the morning," Andy slurs. She throwing off heat like an electric blanket, too-warm all the way up his front. Sam doesn't move. "Just a forewarning."
"I'll consider myself warned," Sam says, and he is, he really is, he's in so much trouble with her, way over his head, and he knows--
He doesn't particularly care.
"Chocolate chips this time," she adds.
Sam fits his fingers along the gaps in her rib cage, downy soft. "McNally. Go to sleep."
She does. Sam stay up for a little while. Just looking.