Title – Science & Faith

Rating – Teen

Pairing – Nick & Sara

Author Notes – Apologies for taking so long to update. :) Hope u guys enjoy please let me know if you would like me to continue with this particular F.F :)

Disclaimer – These are not my Chars.

It had been so simple. Nick almost chided himself for not seeing it before. Fear. It had become so blatantly obvious; that she hadn't need to utter the word. OF COURSE. That's why. Fear is... menacing. It can twist things so brilliantly that you don't even realize it until it's too late. It's contagious. It takes hold of every logical thought and completely destroys it with such conviction that you don't question it. You just sit back and wait for it all to be over. You convince yourself of things that don't really exist in the first place. And of course your mind just takes over. Preparing little road blocks to prevent the misconceived event from ever occurring.

Nick knelt before Sara, taking her hand in his ever so gently. He puckered his lips against the smooth contours of her flesh, traced her long tapered fingers with his own. He watched her eyes. Beautiful eyes fill brim with tears. Eyes that were once clear suddenly blood shot, her lashes becoming laden with heavy tear drops that clung to them without effort. Blinking, he watched them fall across her cheeks. This was going to be one of the very few moments in his life. Words would fail him.

It was another theory in life. That actions speak louder than words. And at some stages that's true. He was kneeling in front of this beautiful woman. That was almost ready to throw in the towel before they even began. He was facing the inner turmoil. The should I; shouldn't I game.

Risk assessment was futile. Either way he knew he was going to take the chance.

This wasn't about science Vs logic anymore. It was about taking the next step.

They had adapted to becoming extremely close friends. The gesture of hand holding was of an intimate nature. A divine luxury in Nick's book. She had the softest hands he had ever felt before. Compared to his own calloused, meandering hands. Now it was time. To define.

Sara stared down at a kneeling Nick, watching his eyes fall to their entwined hands, his fingers extending to match her own. She watched the thoughts flicker via his eyes. Had watched him bow his head almost as though he were praying. The contact was broken, she felt her fingers being untangled by his. Felt his arms encircle her waist. Felt the tightness of his arms. Felt his face press against her stomach, felt his tears seeping through her shirt. Heard the strained whimpers from his lips. Before she too fell to her knees.

It wasn't clear or logical how they ended up next.

Nicks hand caressed Sara's Neck, She leaned in towards him, their noses flush, just feeling each others breaths , the condensation apparent on each others lips. He remembers foreheads resting solely on each others before he remembers the salty taste of her lips. The way they had felt so soft, so silky smooth against his own. He focused on her breath, how it hitched in her throat, how she tasted like mint and vanilla. How the sensation had been too much for his sake. Remembers pulling her against him so roughly. The need to feel her against him overpowering any thought of logic.

He had to feel her heart thudding against his pounding chest. Had to experience the feel of that scarce bit of flesh of her stomach collide with his own. He remembers pushing his hands down her back, resting them on her hips, caressing her protruding hip bone with the up most care.

She smelt his aftershave. Tasted his tears on her lips, felt his hands raking up and down the sides of her body. She remembers how his heart had felt against her own chest, had felt his lashes brush against her cheek. The kisses were greedy, quickly exchanged, Nicks hands pushing her hair aside to plant gentle kisses against the nape of her neck. Gently at first then nuzzling, before teeth were innocently marking her flesh. Tiny crescents against his flesh from her finger nails digging in to his taunt arms.

Out of breath with Nicks dark eyes upon her. She pulled away. Her own eyes betraying her. She watched Nick struggling to catch his breath. Watched him lick his lips. He got to his feet. Padding towards the kitchen, the faucet being turned on roughly, a glass retrieved the moisture beading against his lips as a mustache.

Logic be damned.

He felt Sara's hands snake around his waist, felt her hand cover his to put the glass down. The fight for control didn't last long, as he pushed her slender frame against the counter. His hips grinding against hers. Her hair a mess laying about her shoulders. This could be the making or breaking point...

It was so hard to think with all of that blood going to other places. Again faced with the heavy decision of what to do next. Nick flailed. Sara stared at him with wide doe eyes, her lip entrapt by teeth. Her heaving chest not making things any easier. Her low slung jeans, her shirt still resting higher than usual, the skin peeking out almost taunting him to commit to it. Commit.

Sara exhaled against the girth of Nick's neck. Before pressing her lips to his collarbone. His heart racing as they fought with the logic. The science.

The theory of doubt.

TBC?