Many thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing, especially those of you who reviewed multiple times. Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed and favorited "A New Sensation". Currently, I'm toying with the idea of continuing it but haven't come up with a solid idea for another chapter since I only intended it to be a one-shot. No promises but I will do my best to work on it. Again, reviews are love and I enjoy reading everyone's thoughts on the story and the show in general. We Nathan/Audrey shippers must spread our obsession!-
Nathan moved around his kitchen in a similar manner to how he went about investigating and solving crimes. He was unhurried but efficient, deliberate and methodical, and he could bring things together that otherwise would have made no sense if Audrey had been left to her own devices. Audrey couldn't help but wonder if that was what he would be like in bed and she studied him even more carefully before shaking her head at herself. Down, girl.
Luckily Nathan seemed oblivious to Audrey's mental slideshow she titled 'Hot and Steamy Fantasy Sex with Fantasy Nathan' as he concentrated on putting a meal together. Even though their dinner consisted of a pot of boiled noodles with spaghetti sauce from a jar, it still tasted far better then anything she would have been able to come up with. The man sure did know his way around a spice rack.
Audrey, as usual, was loitering around the kitchen keeping her partner company while he calmly made them spaghetti with toasted cheese bread. Instead of taking her usual position of leaning against the counter near the kitchen sink which was located in the middle of the kitchen, Audrey sat perched on top of the counter near the stove. She was far enough away from the appliance so that she wouldn't accidently get burned but close enough to still invade Nathan's personal space which he was pretending to be annoyed with. However, the grin that kept appearing on his face gave him away and he would continually brush his sides against her knees as he walked back and forth from the stove to the sink or to the fridge.
"The spaghetti's almost done," Nathan said, the upper half of his body behind the fridge door as he searched for butter to spread across the bread. "I'll just get the toast going and then we can eat."
"Smells great," Audrey replied as her stomach growled. "I'm starving."
Nathan's head popped up and he smiled at her before launching a small tub of butter in her direction. She cupped her hands and easily caught it, giving him a dirty look but in no way angry with him.
"You know, they invented the phrase 'Think Fast' for a reason," Audrey said, tossing the butter back at Nathan with a little more force then he had used after he had shut the refrigerator door.
"Just wanted to make sure you're reflexes are still in good shape," he said, catching the butter and walking back over to the stove. "Don't want you getting lazy and losing all that FBI training of yours."
As Nathan spoke, he brushed by her again but this time his empty right hand lightly ran across her upper thighs. Audrey sucked in a breath as her eyes widened at both the teasing insult and the quick but extremely sexual way Nathan had nonchalantly touched her. Once he passed her he set the butter down on the empty counter space between Audrey and the stove and took the lid off the pot of simmering noodles with tomato sauce, stirring it like he had all the time in the world. Then he turned his head and winked at her, a small cocky smile in place.
Audrey was a competitive person by nature and took that ridiculous little wink, which should have been of place on Nathan's face but instead was oddly endearing, as a challenge. A challenge over what, she couldn't really say, but it felt like Nathan currently had the upper hand and that would not be tolerated. As Nathan set the wooden spoon down on a small dish that sat on the stove top and dropped the lid back onto the pot, Audrey grabbed the back of Nathan's shirt and pulled him back towards her, hard. He let out a soft grunt in protest and quickly turned around before he tripped over his own feet and fell backwards. Instead, he fell against Audrey whose face was a little above his own due to the height difference provided by the counter.
"I think you should worry about your own reflexes before trying to test mine," Audrey said, her voice lower and softer than usual as she delivered a phony innocent look. "I believe I just got the drop on you."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," he said.
Nathan's hands, which had braced themselves against the counter top on either side of Audrey as he had stopped himself from falling, latched onto the thighs he had barely touched just a few seconds before then slid up and grabbed onto her jean clad hips. Her knees were trapped against his body and the scarred wooden cabinets below the counter so he backed away a little and pulled her closer to the edge of the counter so that her legs rested against both sides of his hips. Her hands were kneading his biceps and she wiggled a little so that her breasts were lightly mashed against his chest.
Audrey had always been fascinated by how the men she had been with seemed to be made of hard muscle and steel compared to the softness of her own body. Nathan was no exception to that. He was tall and kind of on the thin side but she could feel sleek, taunt muscle under her hands and between her legs. The observation made her clench her fingers and her nails dug into the skin underneath the sleeves of Nathan's shirt. He, of course, didn't notice and instead moved his hands so that they cupped the spot where the bottom of her back met her ass.
"I think I now have the drop on you," Nathan muttered as he turned his face up to meet Audrey's mouth as she leaned down at the same time.
Tired of their verbal game, Audrey hungrily kissed Nathan and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He tasted like spaghetti sauce, spice and an undefined flavor that she associated as just him. Unlike their previous kiss, this one started out intense but then slowly eased to lingering pecks and whispered breath against cheeks and necks. Lost in their own little world, Audrey was abruptly pulled out of the moment once the smell of burning spaghetti hit her nose. From the way Nathan's expression went from lax and blissful to hard and irritated; she knew that they would not be dining on Italian tonight. He gently removed himself from her and stomped to the stove
"Son of a bitch," he swore, twisting the knob to turn off the burner and moving the pot of ruined food to the other side of the stove top after taking a peak to see how bad the damage was.
Audrey watched Nathan's tense shoulders slowly loosen as he sighed and then turned back to look at her. His eyes darkened as he took in her slightly swollen lips and her body that was still practically sprawled on the counter since she hadn't moved an inch when he had left to take care of their burned meal. She smiled when his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and mentally debated with himself over what to do next. Before she could blink he was positioned in front of her again with her body practically draped across him.
"How do you feel about grilled cheese," he asked, his breath hot and wet against her ear before he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
"Love it, it's my favorite way to eat cheese," she said, then shivered and moaned at the combination of him nuzzling her ear and his hand roughly scratching down the thick denim covering her thighs.
She had a feeling dinner would be postponed for little awhile.