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AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-19 04:32 am (UTC)“I think there’s still some cereal.” She’s sitting cross-legged on the kitchen table, panties and one of Sam’s old undershirts. It’s six o’clock. All they’ve eaten today is instant oatmeal, the only food Andy can conceivably make and bring him in bed without burning the house down (she tried for French toast once; it didn’t end well). Sam rubs a hand over his eyes.
“I should go to the store.”
Andy makes a face. “We could order pizza.”
“McNally.” He can’t quite keep the tension out of his voice. “We’ve eaten pizza every night this week.”
Jurassic Park is on in the next room, just quietly; clever girl. Andy’s eyebrows go up. “So?” Like it’s nothing, like it honestly never occurred to her as a problem.
“So? So this isn’t a frat house, Andy.” He wrenches open the fridge, stares down a carton of eggs and some pickles, an old scraped-out jar of strawberry jam. The cold air creeps over his forehead. He leans into it and sighs; counts to ten. When he turns around she’s got her lip between her teeth, one knee curled up under her chin.
“You want me to go?” She’s been back to hers a few times: finalized her mortgage; moved her stuff out of Nash’s place. It’s still all in boxes at the new house, stacked up in the living room. Sam’s pretty sure when he drops her off there she just sleeps. Watches cartoons. They aren’t very good at not being cops.
He sighs again. “No, McNally, I don’t want you to go.” He’s standing beside her before he even knows what he’s doing. (She just looks so unforgivably young, is the thing, no makeup and a messy bun like she’s playing volleyball, neon yellow underwear that says hello there across the ass. He loves her, badly. It’s way too early, but he’s sure. He just doesn’t know what to with her yet.)
“Well.” She sort of shrugs, shoulders up like she isn’t sure whether or not they’re fighting. “What do you want?”
He cups her knee. “Dinner.” And then, because he’s a grownup and that’s the easy way out: “I don’t know. Staying in bed all day and not seeing anybody isn’t normal, Andy.”
She shrugs again. “Maybe. But aren’t you— I mean, I can barely look Traci in the eye.”
That throws him a bit. “What are you, embarrassed?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “It’s our job, and now everyone’s going to think— I don’t know.”
“Think we’re sleeping together?” The baby-fine stubble on her knee pricks his palm. He rubs in a soothing circle, like he’s polishing it down. “Andy. We are sleeping together.”
She huffs out a breath. “Not you, me. First Luke, and now—it looks tacky, Sam. Like I—” She screws up her face.
Ah. “You’re a good cop. Nash and the other rookies aren’t going to think that. Best isn’t going to think that.” He cups her chin. “Ollie still thinks I drugged you.” That gets a laugh, watery. “Some idiots down in traffic might think that, but we only let them out of the basement once a month, so.”
She nudges her cheek into his palm; her skin is silky smooth. In the next room, the velociraptors are learning to open doors. “I’m supposed to meet the electrician at 10:30. Want to get up and do a run before?” He swipes a thumb across the hard line of her jaw and she closes her eyes. “Under the Mount Pleasant bridges. There was an attempted rape last week; probably I shouldn’t go alone.”
Sam smiles. “Yeah." Thumb at the corner of her stubborn, little-girl mouth; a kiss. "Yeah, I’d like that.”
Re: AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-19 10:38 am (UTC)*Hugs you for this* THANK YOU.
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Date: 2011-09-20 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-20 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-20 07:26 pm (UTC)MCNALLY'S OBNOXIOUS NEON UNDERWEAR: OFFICIALLY CANON.
Date: 2011-09-19 04:22 pm (UTC)IT WAS WAY TOO GOOD A DETAIL TO WASTE.
Date: 2011-09-20 04:00 pm (UTC)Re: AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-19 06:10 pm (UTC)Fantastic!!!
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Date: 2011-09-20 04:02 pm (UTC)Re: AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-19 06:47 pm (UTC)Umm. This is Sam in a nutshell. She just gets him all flustered all the time. He used to care so much about his work and now he's all -- Fuck it, where's Andy? She gets him all wound up and annoys the shit out of him but he loves her.
*sigh*
This couple just kills me and your fics only add to how much I love them.
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Date: 2011-09-20 04:06 pm (UTC)Re: AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-19 09:50 pm (UTC)THANK YOU!
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Date: 2011-09-20 04:07 pm (UTC)Re: AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-21 08:28 pm (UTC)All they’ve eaten today is instant oatmeal, the only food Andy can conceivably make and bring him in bed without burning the house down (she tried for French toast once; it didn’t end well).
Eeee, love the idea of Andy's escapades in the kitchen haha. I can imagine the smoke detector going off many times lol.
They aren’t very good at not being cops.
Exactly!!!
(She just looks so unforgivably young, is the thing, no makeup and a messy bun like she’s playing volleyball, neon yellow underwear that says hello there across the ass. He loves her, badly. It’s way too early, but he’s sure. He just doesn’t know what to with her yet.)
Love love love. All the details about how young and vulnerable she looks, no uniform, no badge, just her there with him and revealing it all. And he loves her. He loves her. And I love that he doesn't even think about the fact that he loves her cause he's known he's loved her for a while now ("love" was used too many times in that sentence).
The baby-fine stubble on her knee pricks his palm. He rubs in a soothing circle, like he’s polishing it down.
Lovely detail, swoon.
Also I'm SO glad you brought up the "tacky" aspect. Cause I mean, don't get me wrong, we know it's Sam/Andy, meant to be, the end, but I can't help but think Andy WOULD care just a teeny bit about how it looks and having to go back to work knowing just a few months ago she announced an engagement and now she's with Sam.
Oh and the details about Jurassic Park playing in the other room were great. I love little touches like that take make the house a home, a conversation more real, and a relationship come to life. :) Ty for this!
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:29 pm (UTC)So. Presumably that's got to get frustrating at some point.
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Date: 2011-09-23 07:27 pm (UTC)Enjoy your weekend!