Title: Cold Rain
Author: Lia
Rating: PG
Classification: Romance
Pairing: Nick/Sara (what else did you expect from me?)
Spoilers: None
Summary: A man and a woman inexplicably drawn together long months ago. And a decision in the making.
Disclaimers: Not mine. Belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer, and Anthony Zuiker and CBS. No infringement is intended, no money is being made with this.
Author´s Note: Thank you Pat for beta. As many of you know, English is not my first language, and even Pat did a wonderful job again, all the mistakes that may have left, are mine. Thank you all who have waited patiently for my Nick/Sara fic, this is for you guys. I hope you like it. Feedback is much wanted and appreciated. Now, enjoy the story!
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He hadn´t actually said the words, but she knew that he was thinking about it.
"You can´t quit now." She said softly from the across the room where she had stood watching him.
"Sara." He said so softly that she barely heard him. But she did.
The light rain tapped against the windows, making the night look even more miserable. She wanted to go to him, wrap her arms around him and comfort him like he would have done to her. Like he had done to her when she had felt like he did now. But she stayed where she was standing, and stared at his back, and hated herself for being a coward.
But she knew, that going to him would have another meaning than comfort. She knew that her innocent embrace would soon turned to more, and she wouldn´t hesitate to give him what he needed, what he wanted, if he would ask.
And she was afraid.
Not him, never him. But herself.
Loving him would be complicated. Secrets would be kept from those they cared about. Those people of course knew there were feelings there; the looks and gentle touches had betrayed them so long time ago. But there was nothing more. Never had been.
There were people who would have separated them, one being transferred out, away from the team. And she didn´t want that. Sometimes she wondered how selfish she was if she wasn´t ready to give up her work for him. She wanted him, god how much she wanted to be with him. But she also knew that he would never let her quit for him.
But now he was giving up. And she couldn´t let him do it. His reasons entailed much more than that if he would leave, they could be together. He had seen enough of horror and violence. And he´d had enough.
"I am too tired of this." He said quietly. "I am too tired of seeing people who have died."
And her heart ached because of him. Her eyes fell closed, and she felt a hot tear rolling down on her cheek. "I know." She whispered softly. So often she felt the same way.
He turned to look at her, a small frown escaping his lips as he saw the lonely tear. But he didn´t ask why she was crying, he knew. And he knew why she was standing by the door when she longed to be close to him, and he understood.
He turned his eyes away from her, breaking the contact. And for a short moment, for a split of second he saw a flash of panic in her eyes; was he leaving her? And he wanted to assure her everything would be fine again, like it always did. But there was a doubt in the back of his mind, that maybe everything wasn´t going to be all right, not this time.
"Wait." She cried out as he walked past her without a word. "Where are you going?"
"I..." He started but then stopped. He didn´t know.
And for a moment she stared at him, as taking time to make the final decision. She took a step to him, reaching to take his hand, and without a word led him through the bright lighted halls out to the rain and to his car.
She had made the decision for them. She had taken the risk. Anything but losing him. Nothing could be worse than that.
"You know where I live." She said as they sat in the car, wet and cold, listening as the raindrops drummed against the roof and windshield.
He did know, and starting the car they left the parking lot.
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They both knew that he was going to follow her inside without an invitation. They had taken the first needed step, and it was leading to somewhere they had both dreamt for so long.
She was shivering with the cold as she opened the door and flipped the lights on. He followed her in, closing the door behind them and taking a look around. He had been there before, he knew her apartment, but this time was different.
"I´ll be right back." She felt the need to tell him before disappearing into the dark bedroom.
And for a moment he stared after her, watching her figure as she moved around in the darkness. He took off his wet jacket, leaving it hang on the back of the chair. The soft sounds coming from her bedroom told him that she was undressing and finding something dry to wear.
He walked to her, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her close against his chest. His chin came to rest against her shoulder, his warm breathing caressing the sensitive skin of her neck. She leaned back against him, her eyes falling close as she felt his warm lips against her cold skin, touching, loving her.
She turned around in his arms, her hands finding away under his shirt, and shamelessly rubbing her body against him, and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He kissed her, hard and passionate, soft and sweet, and she felt her knees go weak. And suddenly she was lying in his arms on her bed, and he captured her lips with his own again, his hands caressing her body. Too many clothes. And he chuckled at spoken words.
He pulled away to get rid of the remaining clothing, leaving her only a little time to enjoy of the sight in front of her before he was back in her arms.
His touch felt good, almost familiar, for so long she had dreamt about him. All her fears disappeared as he kissed her again.
"This is so worth it." The words escaped her lips, and he pulled back only a little to look into her eyes.
She bit her lips. She didn´t mean to say the words out loud.
But he smiled, almost smugly, at her. His hand brushed away the damp hair from her face and he kissed her again. Softly, gently, so lovingly that she felt hard to breath.
And then he nodded. "This is so worth it." He echoed her words, and she grinned before pulling him into another kiss.
End of Part 1
Author: Lia
Rating: PG
Classification: Romance
Pairing: Nick/Sara (what else did you expect from me?)
Spoilers: None
Summary: A man and a woman inexplicably drawn together long months ago. And a decision in the making.
Disclaimers: Not mine. Belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer, and Anthony Zuiker and CBS. No infringement is intended, no money is being made with this.
Author´s Note: Thank you Pat for beta. As many of you know, English is not my first language, and even Pat did a wonderful job again, all the mistakes that may have left, are mine. Thank you all who have waited patiently for my Nick/Sara fic, this is for you guys. I hope you like it. Feedback is much wanted and appreciated. Now, enjoy the story!
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He hadn´t actually said the words, but she knew that he was thinking about it.
"You can´t quit now." She said softly from the across the room where she had stood watching him.
"Sara." He said so softly that she barely heard him. But she did.
The light rain tapped against the windows, making the night look even more miserable. She wanted to go to him, wrap her arms around him and comfort him like he would have done to her. Like he had done to her when she had felt like he did now. But she stayed where she was standing, and stared at his back, and hated herself for being a coward.
But she knew, that going to him would have another meaning than comfort. She knew that her innocent embrace would soon turned to more, and she wouldn´t hesitate to give him what he needed, what he wanted, if he would ask.
And she was afraid.
Not him, never him. But herself.
Loving him would be complicated. Secrets would be kept from those they cared about. Those people of course knew there were feelings there; the looks and gentle touches had betrayed them so long time ago. But there was nothing more. Never had been.
There were people who would have separated them, one being transferred out, away from the team. And she didn´t want that. Sometimes she wondered how selfish she was if she wasn´t ready to give up her work for him. She wanted him, god how much she wanted to be with him. But she also knew that he would never let her quit for him.
But now he was giving up. And she couldn´t let him do it. His reasons entailed much more than that if he would leave, they could be together. He had seen enough of horror and violence. And he´d had enough.
"I am too tired of this." He said quietly. "I am too tired of seeing people who have died."
And her heart ached because of him. Her eyes fell closed, and she felt a hot tear rolling down on her cheek. "I know." She whispered softly. So often she felt the same way.
He turned to look at her, a small frown escaping his lips as he saw the lonely tear. But he didn´t ask why she was crying, he knew. And he knew why she was standing by the door when she longed to be close to him, and he understood.
He turned his eyes away from her, breaking the contact. And for a short moment, for a split of second he saw a flash of panic in her eyes; was he leaving her? And he wanted to assure her everything would be fine again, like it always did. But there was a doubt in the back of his mind, that maybe everything wasn´t going to be all right, not this time.
"Wait." She cried out as he walked past her without a word. "Where are you going?"
"I..." He started but then stopped. He didn´t know.
And for a moment she stared at him, as taking time to make the final decision. She took a step to him, reaching to take his hand, and without a word led him through the bright lighted halls out to the rain and to his car.
She had made the decision for them. She had taken the risk. Anything but losing him. Nothing could be worse than that.
"You know where I live." She said as they sat in the car, wet and cold, listening as the raindrops drummed against the roof and windshield.
He did know, and starting the car they left the parking lot.
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They both knew that he was going to follow her inside without an invitation. They had taken the first needed step, and it was leading to somewhere they had both dreamt for so long.
She was shivering with the cold as she opened the door and flipped the lights on. He followed her in, closing the door behind them and taking a look around. He had been there before, he knew her apartment, but this time was different.
"I´ll be right back." She felt the need to tell him before disappearing into the dark bedroom.
And for a moment he stared after her, watching her figure as she moved around in the darkness. He took off his wet jacket, leaving it hang on the back of the chair. The soft sounds coming from her bedroom told him that she was undressing and finding something dry to wear.
He walked to her, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her close against his chest. His chin came to rest against her shoulder, his warm breathing caressing the sensitive skin of her neck. She leaned back against him, her eyes falling close as she felt his warm lips against her cold skin, touching, loving her.
She turned around in his arms, her hands finding away under his shirt, and shamelessly rubbing her body against him, and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He kissed her, hard and passionate, soft and sweet, and she felt her knees go weak. And suddenly she was lying in his arms on her bed, and he captured her lips with his own again, his hands caressing her body. Too many clothes. And he chuckled at spoken words.
He pulled away to get rid of the remaining clothing, leaving her only a little time to enjoy of the sight in front of her before he was back in her arms.
His touch felt good, almost familiar, for so long she had dreamt about him. All her fears disappeared as he kissed her again.
"This is so worth it." The words escaped her lips, and he pulled back only a little to look into her eyes.
She bit her lips. She didn´t mean to say the words out loud.
But he smiled, almost smugly, at her. His hand brushed away the damp hair from her face and he kissed her again. Softly, gently, so lovingly that she felt hard to breath.
And then he nodded. "This is so worth it." He echoed her words, and she grinned before pulling him into another kiss.
End of Part 1