A blurry-eyed Nick Stokes sat up in bed, woken by the slightly muffled sound of a certain brunette singing in his shower.
"Baby you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms..."
Nick grinned and got up, a plan for a little surprise brewing in his head...
Fifteen minutes later, Sara emerged from the bathroom. "Nick, honey, have you seen my cream anywhere?"
"Do I look like I'd be taking vanilla body lotion, missy?"
Sara looked him over. There was a twinkle in his eye that generally meant mischief, and mischief while she was clad only in a towel and her birthday suit with just a few hours before work would probably not be a good idea. "Alright, I'll go look around our room then."
As she left, Nick could swear she was shaking her hips a little more than usual, to tease him. With a grin, he snuck after her. When he peeked in the doorway, Sara was kneeling in front of the dresser drawer, the towel now around her hips as she'd found a bra. He slipped the tube of lotion out of his pocket, squeezed a bit into his hands, and tiptoed up behind her.
Sara jumped as hands came down on her shoulders, and tried to turn around, but Nick held her fast. "Calm down, hon, you'll like this." He pulled her down so she was sitting, and began to massage the lotion into the skin on her shoulders. He could see and feel her relax under the warmth of his hands and he knew that her eyes were slowly slipping closed as her head fell back.
"I knew you took it," Sara said in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't hear you complainin'," Nick teased her as his hands traveled lower in their ministrations.
"Nick, I'm going to fall asleep in a minute if you don't stop." Had she been facing him, she would have seen the devilish grin on his face.
"Oh no you're not," he told her as he lifted her and laid her down on the bed.
An hour later, Nick once again woke up, only this time, Sara was actually lying in his arms, instead of singing about it. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her as her eyes fluttered open. She returned the kiss then turned around to look at the clock.
"C'mon, we better get up." She tried, but Nick held her.
"We can stay for a bit longer, please," he asked with his signature puppy dog look.
"Well, if we leave now, we'll get there in time for me to ask Catherine about those flavored massage lotions she was telling me about the other day."
Sara didn't think she'd ever seen Nick get out of bed that fast.