Disclaimer: None of it is mine.
Rating: G-ish I guess. It's short.
A/N: I know I spelt Warrick's name wrong in the previous chapter and I feel like an idiot. Oh well. Sorry.
Workout: All Night Long
The following day at work Nick had an extra hop in his step, which didn't go unnoticed by Warrick when he saw Nick walking down the hallway with his shit-eating grin even bigger than usual.
"Did you get laid last night, or what?" asked Warrick, following Nick into the break room, who went straight for the coffee.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, you do. You're walking around with a huge dopey smile on your face. I've never seen you this chipper at seven in the morning ever."
"I'm allowed to have good days, Rick."
"I never said you weren't. There's something up though. I can just tell."
"Really, there's nothing."
It was then there Sara Sidle walked into the break room with her head down and nearly bumping into Warrick who had had his back to the door, leaning on the counter as he talked to Nick.
"Sorry!" she exclaimed.
There was a small flush of red in her cheeks and when she looked at Nick, it only got redder.
"Hi," she smiled, glancing from the floor to Nick's grin.
"Good morning," he drawled.
"Okay, what's going on?" announced Warrick, looking from his shy to smug coworkers.
"Nothing," they both replied, looking at each other and then giggling.
"Warrick, can I see you in my office for a second?" inquired Grissom, who poked his head into the room for a brief second.
"I'm not finished with you two yet," he threatened once his boss was out of earshot.
"See you later," waved Nick.
Sara merely ignored him and had her head bent over her coffee as she leaned back against the table.
Once Warrick had left the room and Nick was sure that no one was around. He stood in front of Sara, placing his hands on her hips before nuzzling her neck with his lips. She moaned very softly in appreciation looking up at Nick a second later with adoration.
"Did you have a good sleep last night?" he asked gently.
"I was a little lonely."
"I told you that I could have changed that," he drawled, kissing her cheek.
"Nicky, you've got to be careful."
"Why? I don't care who knows."
"Who knows what? That I let you feel me up last night?" she smirked, daring him to say otherwise.
He withdrew entirely, resting against the counter across from her. "I wasn't aware that that's all it was."
"Well, I know your reputation with women, Nicky. Don't think I'm going to be like the other girls."
"You're definitely not like the others, Sara," he breathed, reaching out to play with a lock of her curly hair.
"I'm sure that's what you say to all of them."
"Oh common, Sar. Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not," she smiled. "I was thinking of playing tennis later after work. Care to join me?"
"Why, are you going to accost me again in the sauna afterwards?"
"I don't remember me being the accost-er and there's only a pool where I'm going."
"I'm sure you could still find a way to take advantage of me in a pool."
"You would love it if I take advantage of you, Nicky," she purred, setting down her coffee before she leaned into him, only inches from his lips.
"I wouldn't complain," he murmured. His eyes were watching her lips.
"No, you would beg for it."
He cocked an eyebrow. "I think you were pretty close to begging last night, sugar, so easy there. I'm not begging for anything."
"We'll see."
She began to walk away but he caught her arm, pulling her into him.
"I'm not done with you," he growled, steering her back against the counter until it was biting into her back and he was towering over her.
"I hope not."
"Good," he said, nipping her neck with his teeth.
Gathering himself together, he withdrew completely or else he knew exactly what he was going to do. It was showing against his jeans.
"Nicky," she pleaded softly, pouting out her bottom lip. "You can't just do that to me."
"Do what, darling?"
"Invade my space and seduce me before pulling away completely. That's not fair."
"And saying that I'm going to treat you like the other girls isn't fair either," he retorted. "Neither is saying that it was just me copping a feel."
"Nick."
"When's tennis?"
"Four o'clock."
"I'll see you there."
He stood up straight, watching her thoughtfully. He wanted to kiss her… he always wanted to kiss her but he knew that he had to restrain. Instead, he moved in close and brushed the side of her breast with his fingertips, remembering last night when he had practically worshipped them.
"Okay," she murmured. "Are you any good?"
"I manage."
"Good, because prepare to get your ass kicked," she grinned.
That's what he loved most about Sara: the fact that she could go from a complete introvert to a cocky vixen ready to steal his heart.