The Way It Is
By: Anti Darth Ani
Hey! And welcome to my second Sara/Nick based fan-fic. Please let me know what you think, either via review or AIMing me at Anti Darth Ani (very easy to remember)! I love to know what you think before I continue with more chapters. I'd like to warn all my readers ahead of time that this is not a Sara/Grissom friendly fan-fic, so you've been warned. If you're still here, let's get on with the show!
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Chapter I - Poker
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"Can we call it quits now?" Sara Sidle asked, sitting on the couch. Nick Stokes looked up from his hand and grinned. "Why, Sara? A few more games and you'll be wearing your birthday suit for me to see."
Sara sighed and placed two cards, face down, on the glass coffee table and pulled two more from the pile to her hand. She tried not to show any emotion on her face, but inside she was groaning. She was already down to her bra, pants, and underwear. "I didn't even want to play this stupid game," she muttered, setting her five cards face up on the table. Nick grinned and slapped his down on the table on top of hers. He had a flush and all Sara had was two sevens. Sara groaned and didn't move to stand up. "I don't think that hand should count since I didn't want to play."
Nick shook his head and took a swig of his beer, "Need I remind you that it was your idea that we play poker in the first place?" he asked, setting the beer back on the table and moving to collect all the cards to reshuffle.
"No, Nick, you don't have to. But it was your idea to play strip poker," she added, taking a sip of her own beer. "And now I'm ready to quit playing."
Nick shuffled the cards expertly and looked at her face, "You just want to quit because you're not winning any more," he corrected her. He still had on his shirt, undershirt, boxers, and pants. They had been playing for over half an hour and Sara wasn't drunk enough to want to take her pants off yet.
Nick placed the cards face down on the table. "You know the rules, Sara. Either you take them off or I'll take them off for you." Sara mumbled something about men in general before standing up and unbuckling her pants. She tossed them aside and sat back down on the couch, a look of defeat on her face. "This is the last hand, Stokes," she mumbled.
Nick dealt the cards, setting the pile back down on the table before picking up his own hand. Sara looked at her own cards and wanted to shoot herself. The only good card she had was the queen of hearts. She looked over the top of her cards at Nick, who was looking back at her. For some reason, it almost seemed as if he wasn't really look at her, but deep in thought. Sara shrugged it off and placed the four unwanted cards on the table before drawing another new four.
Her shoulders slumped slightly at the hand. She had gotten a king of diamonds, but the rest were low cards around the fours and fives. Nick had placed three of his cards down and drawn three more. She didn't understand how he had bet her in the last four games when she had won the first three. When she dropped three of her cards onto the table and taken three more, she noticed he was looking at her again. Sure, she realized that she was only wearing a lacy bra and a thong, but he wasn't looking in those places. He was looking at her shoulder.
Sara got a jack of spades and a ten of hearts in that draw. She replaced the two of diamonds and drew one more time. Damn, she thought, looking at the eight of clubs she had drawn. Nick seemed to being doing a little better over in his corner. She was going to fold this time, because she didn't have anything.
She looked back at him, waiting for him to make his move, but he was staring again. Sara wanted to scream at him to stop. "What are you looking at?" she asked, irritated. Nick raised an eyebrow and then lowered it again. "Nothing."
"You're looking at something," she commented. She turned her head around before Nick could stop her. Sara frowned as soon as she saw the large mirror hanging on the wall behind her. She spun back around to face him, glaring dangerously at him. Nick wasn't sure what to do.
"You cheated!" she yelled, throwing her hand at him. "You cheated, you cheated, you cheated, Stokes!" she continued. She got up from the couch and stepped around the coffee table to Nick, who had gotten to his feet and was holding back a grin. "I can't believe it!" she continued. "No wonder you've won the last four games. You little scum," Sara snapped.
Nick couldn't stop the grin from appearing, "It's not like I had planned to. I didn't even notice it until the fourth or fifth hand. Honest."
Sara stared at him, "Honest? Are you kidding me? You were cheating during strip poker, Nick!" she accused.
"I'm a guy, Sara. Can you blame me?" he asked, using the manly excuse. Sara's jaw dropped an inch as she crossed her arms across her chest, "Of course I can blame you!"
Nick glanced from her eyes to her lips. He would have looked even lower, but he was already sitting in hot water with her. "You know what they do to cheaters, don't you, Nick?" she questioned, taking a step closer to him. Nick managed to shake his head no. Sara nodded back at him, "Oh, I know you do," she responded evilly. She reached for the bottom button of his shirt and unbuttoned it before working on the second and third, "It's only fair," she reasoned to him, getting the last button undone. Nick tried to keep his breathing at a normal rate while she pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders and threw it to the floor.
Sara then started pulling his undershirt up slowly. When he felt her fingers on his stomach, Nick couldn't help grin. "I bet me cheating has made you extremely happy, Sara," he noted. "You are getting to undress me. I think you owe me one," he added while she pulled the undershirt off his head and threw it in the general direction of his shirt.
"Don't flatter yourself, Nick," she commented. Although now that he had mentioned it, Sara couldn't help looking at his well built upper body. Swallowing as hard as she could, she decided to speak again. "You've still got the pants to go to make this game fair." Nick shook his head and took a step back. He had no problem of loosing the pants, but he wanted to at least appear resistant. At first anyway. Sara matched his step, standing only an inch away from him.
Her fingers ran from his sides to his waist, where she found the belt buckle. Sara undid the belt before unsnapping the pants. She paused before reaching for the zipper. Nick watched her every move, altering his view from her hands to her face. The room suddenly felt hotter to both of them. Sara had barely undone the zipper before she looked back up at him. Her eyes studied his slowly and she bit her bottom lip unconsciously. Nick noticed this movement.
Before another word was spoken, his lips were on hers in a hungry kiss. Sara responded quickly, letting her arms wrap around his neck, pulling his mouth harder against hers in an open-mouthed kiss. Without a single thought, Nick began to push Sara backwards in the general direction of the bedroom.
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Short, I know. It's the little beginning chapter that takes place two months before the rest of this fan-fic. It'll update as soon as I can. I hope you enjoyed. This story sort of popped up in my head at the bus circle today at school, so I decided to write it.
By: Anti Darth Ani
Hey! And welcome to my second Sara/Nick based fan-fic. Please let me know what you think, either via review or AIMing me at Anti Darth Ani (very easy to remember)! I love to know what you think before I continue with more chapters. I'd like to warn all my readers ahead of time that this is not a Sara/Grissom friendly fan-fic, so you've been warned. If you're still here, let's get on with the show!
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Chapter I - Poker
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"Can we call it quits now?" Sara Sidle asked, sitting on the couch. Nick Stokes looked up from his hand and grinned. "Why, Sara? A few more games and you'll be wearing your birthday suit for me to see."
Sara sighed and placed two cards, face down, on the glass coffee table and pulled two more from the pile to her hand. She tried not to show any emotion on her face, but inside she was groaning. She was already down to her bra, pants, and underwear. "I didn't even want to play this stupid game," she muttered, setting her five cards face up on the table. Nick grinned and slapped his down on the table on top of hers. He had a flush and all Sara had was two sevens. Sara groaned and didn't move to stand up. "I don't think that hand should count since I didn't want to play."
Nick shook his head and took a swig of his beer, "Need I remind you that it was your idea that we play poker in the first place?" he asked, setting the beer back on the table and moving to collect all the cards to reshuffle.
"No, Nick, you don't have to. But it was your idea to play strip poker," she added, taking a sip of her own beer. "And now I'm ready to quit playing."
Nick shuffled the cards expertly and looked at her face, "You just want to quit because you're not winning any more," he corrected her. He still had on his shirt, undershirt, boxers, and pants. They had been playing for over half an hour and Sara wasn't drunk enough to want to take her pants off yet.
Nick placed the cards face down on the table. "You know the rules, Sara. Either you take them off or I'll take them off for you." Sara mumbled something about men in general before standing up and unbuckling her pants. She tossed them aside and sat back down on the couch, a look of defeat on her face. "This is the last hand, Stokes," she mumbled.
Nick dealt the cards, setting the pile back down on the table before picking up his own hand. Sara looked at her own cards and wanted to shoot herself. The only good card she had was the queen of hearts. She looked over the top of her cards at Nick, who was looking back at her. For some reason, it almost seemed as if he wasn't really look at her, but deep in thought. Sara shrugged it off and placed the four unwanted cards on the table before drawing another new four.
Her shoulders slumped slightly at the hand. She had gotten a king of diamonds, but the rest were low cards around the fours and fives. Nick had placed three of his cards down and drawn three more. She didn't understand how he had bet her in the last four games when she had won the first three. When she dropped three of her cards onto the table and taken three more, she noticed he was looking at her again. Sure, she realized that she was only wearing a lacy bra and a thong, but he wasn't looking in those places. He was looking at her shoulder.
Sara got a jack of spades and a ten of hearts in that draw. She replaced the two of diamonds and drew one more time. Damn, she thought, looking at the eight of clubs she had drawn. Nick seemed to being doing a little better over in his corner. She was going to fold this time, because she didn't have anything.
She looked back at him, waiting for him to make his move, but he was staring again. Sara wanted to scream at him to stop. "What are you looking at?" she asked, irritated. Nick raised an eyebrow and then lowered it again. "Nothing."
"You're looking at something," she commented. She turned her head around before Nick could stop her. Sara frowned as soon as she saw the large mirror hanging on the wall behind her. She spun back around to face him, glaring dangerously at him. Nick wasn't sure what to do.
"You cheated!" she yelled, throwing her hand at him. "You cheated, you cheated, you cheated, Stokes!" she continued. She got up from the couch and stepped around the coffee table to Nick, who had gotten to his feet and was holding back a grin. "I can't believe it!" she continued. "No wonder you've won the last four games. You little scum," Sara snapped.
Nick couldn't stop the grin from appearing, "It's not like I had planned to. I didn't even notice it until the fourth or fifth hand. Honest."
Sara stared at him, "Honest? Are you kidding me? You were cheating during strip poker, Nick!" she accused.
"I'm a guy, Sara. Can you blame me?" he asked, using the manly excuse. Sara's jaw dropped an inch as she crossed her arms across her chest, "Of course I can blame you!"
Nick glanced from her eyes to her lips. He would have looked even lower, but he was already sitting in hot water with her. "You know what they do to cheaters, don't you, Nick?" she questioned, taking a step closer to him. Nick managed to shake his head no. Sara nodded back at him, "Oh, I know you do," she responded evilly. She reached for the bottom button of his shirt and unbuttoned it before working on the second and third, "It's only fair," she reasoned to him, getting the last button undone. Nick tried to keep his breathing at a normal rate while she pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders and threw it to the floor.
Sara then started pulling his undershirt up slowly. When he felt her fingers on his stomach, Nick couldn't help grin. "I bet me cheating has made you extremely happy, Sara," he noted. "You are getting to undress me. I think you owe me one," he added while she pulled the undershirt off his head and threw it in the general direction of his shirt.
"Don't flatter yourself, Nick," she commented. Although now that he had mentioned it, Sara couldn't help looking at his well built upper body. Swallowing as hard as she could, she decided to speak again. "You've still got the pants to go to make this game fair." Nick shook his head and took a step back. He had no problem of loosing the pants, but he wanted to at least appear resistant. At first anyway. Sara matched his step, standing only an inch away from him.
Her fingers ran from his sides to his waist, where she found the belt buckle. Sara undid the belt before unsnapping the pants. She paused before reaching for the zipper. Nick watched her every move, altering his view from her hands to her face. The room suddenly felt hotter to both of them. Sara had barely undone the zipper before she looked back up at him. Her eyes studied his slowly and she bit her bottom lip unconsciously. Nick noticed this movement.
Before another word was spoken, his lips were on hers in a hungry kiss. Sara responded quickly, letting her arms wrap around his neck, pulling his mouth harder against hers in an open-mouthed kiss. Without a single thought, Nick began to push Sara backwards in the general direction of the bedroom.
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Short, I know. It's the little beginning chapter that takes place two months before the rest of this fan-fic. It'll update as soon as I can. I hope you enjoyed. This story sort of popped up in my head at the bus circle today at school, so I decided to write it.