Since you went the other way with the previous prompt... Andy puts off being intimate with Sam because she's afraid of hurting him.
I veered a little…
She didn’t come home with him after he got out of the hospital.
Sarah had come into town, and Andy figured jumping right in was not the way to take things this time around. So they made plans for a couple of days later.
They had dinner a couple nights after he was released. Curry, wine, sorbet. A movie on the couch, a bit of talking (past, present, near future), a little kissing, and then she went home.
The next date, a movie, at her place this time. Though she insisted he shouldn’t be driving just yet. He didn’t listen. So, a movie, some popcorn, a little making out, and then he went home. She didn’t want to let him… but. It’s a good idea. He hasn’t been cleared for… strenuous activities…
Third date, typically the kiss date, but they kinda passed that a way’s back.
(There may or may not - but definitely was - a really life affirming kiss when he woke up from surgery too).
But she still puts on a little make up, and a decent bra, because he’s taking her to a Leaf’s game. She’s driving though.
(How unfortunate would it be to lose him in an accident after he survived being shot?)
The game is good, and close, but they end up losing in a shootout, bringing Andy’s mood down quite a bit.
"McNally, a shootout loss isn’t a real loss."
Only, statistically, it is.
On the way home she realizes she should take him to his place and grab a cab from there, so she turns onto his street, earning a sideways glance from Sam.
When she cuts the engine though, he asks her to escort him inside, grab a snack, or water or something. He just doesn’t want the night to be over.
So he ends up pouring them both a glass of scotch, to Andy’s surprise. Mostly surprised that she agreed, but…
So this date is looking like it’s going to end a lot like the last one. They’re on the couch, he leans in to kiss her, and she happily complies.
And then not long after it deepens, she finds herself straddling him, hands holding his neck while one of his is tangled in her hair, the other at her hip.
She feels herself getting a little too lost in things and pulls her mouth off of his, but he just goes back in for her exposed neck, and then she loses her voice all over again. He’s sucking on her pulse point, and blood is rushing to… it’s rushing. And hard.
"Sam…" She breathes, more of an encouragement than a protest.
He’s been out of the hospital a long while. These have just been their formal dates. They’ve seen each other at work, shared drinks at the Penny. They have lunch all the time.
Now that she’s counting… he’s been out four weeks. They’ve had four perfect weeks of dating… but-
He was shot.
So she slides her hips back, so she’s resting almost on his knees, and she watches as his dark eyes go back to normal, and the fog of desire is lifted from the room.
"Sam." She says, more purposefully this time.
"What?" He asks, still trying to get his breathing back under control.
It takes him a moment, but when he catches her eyes flickering down to where he used to be all bandaged up, he chuckles, softly. Of course she’s concerned.
"I’m fine. McNally."
The drawl of her last name does things to her… just the way it had in the parking lot of the Penny, after their first shift as partners.
She was probably dumb to tell him that a year ago anyway. He totally used it against her.
"Unless, you… want to wait, for other reasons?" He asks, acknowledging that their history of jumping into bed led them down bad paths.
"No. I just…" She shrugs when words fail her and he understands that maybe it’s a few different reasons she can’t even label, maybe she doesn’t think she wants to.
He puts his hands back on her hips, and slides her to the couch next to him, and puts his arms around her, and leans even further into the cushion.
His steady breathing next to her assures her that they have all the time in the world. And even though sex would probably just elevate the greatness of how things are now… she’s just really enjoying this.
She grabs the remote between her feet from the coffee table and clicks the TV on, thinking she’ll stay awhile anyway.
"Just stay." He hears himself tell her. Sex or not, he misses sleeping with her next to him. "That’s all I need."