Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be.
A/N: This is something I have been thinking about for a long time and it is really out of character, because I don't think either Sara or Nick would do something like this, but then again you never know and I wanted them to be something else than saints for once.
Pairing: N/S
They just wouldn't, but they did
No one would expect something like this from them and that was probably why no one suspected anything.
She looked up and felt her heart rate increase the second her eyes met his. Everyone would think this was just an innocence glance. If only they would know.
It all started very innocently. Holding each others gaze, accidentally on purpose brushing their hands or any other body part against each other, a hug which would just last a second too long.
Innocent, a bit too innocent.
Until all innocence and the fact they both were involved with someone else was forgotten the moment their lips crashed together.
At first no words were exchanged about this very revealing event, which wasn't very revealing to both their hearts.
Then it was overanalyzed during endless conversations in one of their cars. Hiding in a car like fugitives, because no one could know.
But even when someone would see them sitting together in a car no one would think anything of it, because they worked together and they were friends after all.
Friends. They were friends, they are friends, they would always be friends. That was one of their agreements. As soon as they would lose that, they would stop this immediately.
Neither of them knew what this was exactly, but they both couldn't live without it and so they kept coming back for more.
And no one knew and no one suspected anything.
After everything they both had been through in previous relationships, neither of them would think of putting someone else through the same betrayal, but here they were doing exactly that and knowingly so.
It wasn't like they thought the other one wasn't worth leaving their current relationships for. It was some strange twisted sense of loyalty which kept them putting off putting the known relationship out of its misery. A loyalty which was expected from them, just not interpreted the way they did.
It wasn't about lust, not even as an ignition or as a driving force, never that. It was about so much more, maybe love even.
Neither of them used that word lightly and neither of them had used it, ever, but they knew it was what kept them together.
But then there was the guilt. A sense of guilt which was getting bigger by the second, only to be forgotten when they were laying in each others arms.
And there were the demands. The demands which were also getting bigger until the point that neither of them could bear the thought of the other being intimate with another person.
They both knew that this point marked the end of their current relationships and being too weak to end it they were putting themselves out there to be discovered on numerous occasions.
He had kissed her in the break room the other day. Right where anyone could see them, right where anyone could just walk in, but she hadn't pushed him away, because she knew what he was doing and she had deepened the kiss.
Later that day she had started rubbing his back, right in front of everyone to see if one of them had been standing behind them. He hadn't straightened his back, he hadn't shrugged her hand away, he had smiled knowingly at her.
So they kept performing this dance, trying out the more intricate steps, until someone would notice just how in synchronization they really were.
Until then no one knew, because no one thought they would, but they did.
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