Warning: This story is rated M for a reason. If you aren't old enough to read it, or if you don't like reading lemons, then this story is not for you.

She had killed a man today. True, he had been a sick, twisted, perverted man – but she had killed him, nonetheless. Luke had made a half-assed attempt to see if she was okay afterwards, but he was preoccupied by the furthering of the case (they had found bones at the rec center while investigating). But of course he was preoccupied – he might as well be married to his job. She knew that going in, but still she felt she needed the security of having someone there for her, to take her mind off of the horrors she knew she would witness with this job. For that reason, she knew that she would have to end things soon, if only for her own sanity.

Then there was Sam. He always went above and beyond the call of duty for a training officer in her eyes. None of the other TO's went out of there way as he did, to make sure their rookies were doing alright on and off the job – as far as she could tell anyway. Tonight, he had casually strolled into the women's locker room to check on her. He had asked if she was okay, if she needed to talk. Of course, she was just as stubborn and prideful as always, assuring him that everything was fine – that she was fine. She knew that he saw right through her, but was glad when he let it slide and just told her that he was there when and if she needed to talk.

She broke down once she got home, determined to work this out on her own. After about an hour of debating with herself and fighting against it, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door without any sense of where she was going. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of Sam's door and knocking. Maybe she needed to talk about it more than she had thought.

"Hey," he said, a slight look of surprise on his face as he opened the door.

"You alone?" she asked, unsure about herself suddenly.

"Yeah," he seemed to size her up for a moment before asking, "You need to talk?"

She studied him, feeling a firm resolve building in her chest. No, she didn't need to talk. She needed to forget, if only for a while, and something pulled her here – pulled her to him, that same something that she had been trying to ignore since she had tackled and cuffed him on her first day. So she walked towards him, firmly saying, "No," and pushed him up against the wall before standing on her tip-toes and pressing her lips to his.

It only took a second for him to respond and then it seemed like his hands were everywhere at once. He pulled away only long enough to shut and lock his front door and then he was leading her to his bedroom, his lips never leaving her skin. When his lips found hers again, a searing heat ripped through her, her body tingling in its wake. Suddenly, the need to feel his skin on hers overcame her and she ripped his shirt off over his head, hers following quickly behind it. He grabbed her by her thighs, lifting her up and her legs immediately wrapped around his torso, her hips grinding desperately into his. She heard him groan softly and he moved them so they were laying on the bed.

As he trailed his lips down her neck, his hands slipped between them, undoing her jeans and then pulling them off. He tossed them carelessly on the floor behind them, neither of them hearing the cell phone vibrating in the pocket. "You're so beautiful, Andy," he whispered hoarsely, his hands slowly moving up her legs, her stomach, just skimming the sides of her breasts, to cup her face as he pulled her into the most intense kiss she had ever experienced.

Andy lifted her shaky hands from the bed and flipped them over so that she was straddling Sam's hips. She could feel him pressing against her and couldn't help moving slightly, trying to find the friction she so desperately needed right now. Sam moved to sit up, but she pushed gently on his shoulders and then leaned down, trailing her lip from his collarbone and circling each of his nipples once with her tongue. She couldn't help smirking at his sharp intake of breath and continued her way down, groaning in frustration when she hit the waistband of his jeans. She quickly undid his belt, but didn't have the patience to take it from his belt loops – she simply unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before pulling them off of him. When she made to take off his boxer briefs as well, he muttered, "Uh-uh," and grabbed her by the arms, hauling her up against him and flipping them back over.

He quickly pulled her sports bra off over her head and his lips attached to her nipple, causing her back to arch into him and a loan moan to escape her lips. His hand came up to her other breast, rolling and pinching the nipple momentarily before switching. While he was doing that, his other hand drifted down to cup her through her panties. He let out a loud groan upon feeling the soaked material, the vibrations from his groan sending goosebumps over Andy's flesh.

Then her panties were gone and his mouth was on her. "Oh God!" she gasped, her back coming completely off of the bed and her hips grinding into his face, trying to get closer to him. He brought one arm up and over her hips to hold her still at the same time that he slipped two fingers inside of her. She was so worked up and already so close to the edge that it only took a couple pumps of his fingers and a slight graze of his teeth on her clit and she was flying.

As she was coming down from her high, Sam slipped his boxer briefs off and slid back up her body. "Wow," she said, still slightly breathless.

"You haven't seen nothing, yet," Sam said, that smirk that she had come to love so much slipping over his face and he slid into her in one swift thrust. They both gasped and stilled, trying to get used to the sensation being together brought. She almost couldn't wrap her mind around it, she felt so full that she thought she might never feel like this with another man again. She brought her arms up around Sam's neck and dug her fingers into his hair, pulling him down into another kiss as she rolled her hips into his.

He took the hint and pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming back in. The feeling caused her to pull her mouth away from his and let out a long, satisfied moan.

"God, Andy…feel so good," he mumbled, dropping his head to her shoulder. She couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone the words to respond to him in anyway so she just answered him by dragging her nails down his neck and back before flipping them over again. She placed her hand on his chest, bracing herself and lifted her hips. She clenched her walls around him as she slid back down and watched as his eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he muttered a soft, "Fuck, Andy."

He sat up, pressing his chest against hers and placing his hands on her hips, helping her to move on him. Her arms came around his back, needing something to hold onto as he hit just the right spot in her. Her body began shaking uncontrollably and she screamed out, "Oh God…yes…right there…shit…SAM!" She repeated his name over and over as her nails once again dug into his back and she came harder than she had in her life, him following right behind her.

They fell to the bed, panting. He pulled her into his side, neither knowing exactly what to say, so they let the soft caresses do the speaking for them. They fell asleep with his hand buried in her hair, one arm thrown over her and one of her legs draped over his hips and her head tucked under his chin.

They were awakened the next morning by his alarm clock. The first thought to run through her head was this was the first time that she had ever stayed the night at a guy's house after sex and she wasn't freaking out. She would think on that later, because the second thought that hit her, and made her freeze up, was they hadn't used protection last night.

Hey everyone! So, this was originally meant to be a simple one-shot, what I wanted to happen (and what probably would have happened if the power hadn't have come back on) in "Hot and Bothered", but things kept flowing and the ending was just begging for it to become more. So what do you think? Do you love it? Hate it? Should I go ahead and make it into a story versus a one-shot? I would love to hear your thoughts. =)