Chapter 11: Days Go By

The tailgate to the pick-up slams shut. The frame rattles slightly from the force. Nick turns to face his mother: she wipes stray tears from under her eyes. "Mom, stop crying." His eye twitches with humor.

"Shut up and give me a hug." So, being the wholesome gentleman he was raised to be, he pulls his hands from his pockets and wraps his 'momma' in a tight hug. He ends it with a kiss on the check and makes his way over to his brother. Jillian then takes Sara by the shoulders and pulls her close. "I'm going to miss you." She kisses her cheek and hands her back over to Nick. As the pick-up drives off, Nick's family stands behind the dust waving their unsaid goodbyes.

Bill drops them off at the airport, helping them unload their bags. Him and Nick share a manly hug: you know the kind, hand shake and a slap on the back, or two. "I'm glad you came home son." Bill also pulls Sara into a hug and whispers in her ear, "Don't let him go." Then Nick and Sara are on their way to the terminal, hand-in-hand. The flight attendant collects their return tickets and leads them onto the plane. After the plane taxies, they're on their way home.

Hours Later

Tiredly, Nick unlocks the door to his apartment, dragging his bags heavily behind him. He drops his keys somewhere on the table, at least that's where he thinks they landed, and closes the door behind Sara. They flop down on the couch and their heads rest together comfortably. Sara's hand searches for something. "Hon, what are you looking for." Nick mumbles.

"The remote for the stereo."

"It's on the coffee table, right in front of you."

"Oh- right." She grabs it and hits the power button. Dirty Vegas comes on, 'Days Go By' floats through the speakers. Although it's not a slow song, Sara stands up and extends her hand to Nick. "Dance with me?"

"Always."

"You

You

You are still a whisper on my lips

A feeling at my fingertips

That's pulling at my skin

You leave me when I'm at my worst

Feeling as if I've been cursed

Bitter cold within

Days go by and still I think of you

Days when I couldn't live my life without you

Days go by and still I think of you

Days when I couldn't live my life without you

Without you

Without you

You are still a whisper on my lips

A feeling at my fingertips

That's pulling at my skin

You leave me when I'm at my worst

Feeling as if I've been cursed

Bitter cold within

Days go by and still I think of you

Days when I couldn't live my life without you

Without you

Without you

Days go by and still I think of you

Days when I couldn't live my life without you

Days go by and still I think of you

Days when I couldn't live my life without you

Without you

Without you

Without you

Without you

Without you"- Dirty Vegas

When the song ends, Nick has Sara's top off and she's pulling at his jeans. He can't keep his hands still and his fingertips burn her skin. While his lips never leave hers, he manages to get both of them on the floor, her jeans forming a new pile by the T.V. His shirt slips off effortlessly and soundlessly falls to the rug. Sara's under him now, trailing her nails over his back. His lips find her neck somehow and a moan escapes her throat "Oh God", slides past her lips with grace.

"Nope, I'm Nick." He tangles his long fingers in her hair, loving the feel of silk on his flesh. His lips now worship her skin, leaving trails of wet passion in their wake. His tongue lavishes her own some more before descending himself inside her body, closing his eyes against the sheer pleasure pumping through his thick veins. Sara can't suppress the loud groan that forces it self out, and now succumbs to the weight of Nick's body on top of her own. She meets his every thrust. Each one more powerful than the previous. Sweet drips from their backs in tiny droplets. As his thrusts become more erratic, so does their breathing: it's coming out in short huffs now. No words come between them, just looks of passion and love. Nicks hands place themselves on each side of her face, dragging his thumb over her wet, flushed cheek. His hips rub against hers repeatedly, the friction pushing down on her clit. Sara spasms and Nick pushes harder into her trying to find release. The tightness forming in the base of their spines becoming more intense and unbearable. She re-connects their lips to mute her scream as her orgasm rushes out of her, bringing Nick with her seconds later. He falls against her, forehead against shoulder: trying to catch his breath. Tuning back to the stereo, ColdPlay's 'God Put a Smile Upon my Face' hangs in the air. So now, they just lay together, a mess of tangled, sweaty bodies: sweet laughter echoing over the melody.

The morning after

The smell of breakfast settles under Sara's nose. She wakes to find her self not on the living room floor, where she remembered falling asleep, but in bed, wearing Nick's t-shirt. She climbs out and makes her way to the kitchen, easily following Nick's voice, he's singing, or humming some song. She takes a seat on a barstool, patiently waiting for her food. Nick turns around, smiling at her, with plate in hand. "Morning sunshine." Before placing her food in front of her, he places a sweat butterfly kiss to her nose.

"M-Mmhmm, morning to you too Nicky." She cuts up her 'egg-in-the-nest' and shovels it, lady-like into her mouth."

"Jeez Sara, taste the food first."

"Shut up, it's good and I'm hungry."

"Really? Wouldn't have noticed." She flips him off and takes a sip of her coffee. Nick takes the seat next to her and placing his hands on her thighs, turns her stool to face him. "I don't have this romantic speech planned, or music playing, or a bottle of whine chilling in a bucket, but I do have this" – he pauses and pulls out something from his pocket. He places the silver object in her upturned palm. She glances at it, and tears stray from her eyes. "Sara, move in with me?"