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A Glimpse of the Past
By Moose
Chapter 2
When Nick woke up, the first thing that he felt was the presence of a warm body on top of him. Sara, he thought, recognizing the scent of her hair. Sometime during the night, he must have shifted his position from sitting to lying down on the couch, and Sara must have gone along with him. He still had his arms around her, and their legs were tangled intimately. Nick freed one arm and began stroking Sara's hair tenderly. He closed his eyes again and wished they could stay this way forever.
Sara stirred just then. "Nick?" There was a slight hint of alarm in her voice.
"Hmm?"
"Nick, what happened last night?" Sara asked with urgency.
Nick could now fully sense her alarm. Lazily opening his eyes, he found himself staring at her panicky eyes. "Hey, relax, Sara," Nick said soothingly. "We just fell asleep together."
"Then why am I dressed like this?" Sara was near hysteria. She untangled herself from Nick's arms and got off him.
"What are you talking -" Nick began to say. His eyes widened when he saw Sara. "What happened?"
"I don't know, that's what I was asking you," Sara exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her. All she had on was a very sheer white satin night gown. That was ALL she had on. "Oh God, I don't even own this!"
Nick got up and started to reach for her. Suddenly, he became aware of what he had on. Or rather, what he didn't have on. He found himself wearing only his boxers. "Oh God."
"What happened, Nick?" Sara asked again, sounding calmer this time.
"I don't know," Nick replied helplessly, standing up and looking around him for their clothes. "The last thing I remember was kissing you and falling asleep with you on this couch."
"So that really happened," Sara said softly. "I thought that was just a dream."
Nick turned to her. "Hey, I meant that kiss," he said sincerely. Then, grinning, he added, "So you dream about kissing me all the time?"
"Why you -" Sara started, blushing furiously. For a moment she forgot about what she was wearing and she rushed to Nick and threw him a playful punch.
Nick effortlessly caught her arm. "Easy," he said in a quiet tone. "If it makes you feel better, I also dream about kissing you."
Sara's arm went limp in Nick's hand. "You do?"
"Yup," Nick nodded, pulling her close to him. He grabbed her other arm and raised both arms to his neck. "You are holding me like this," he said, when Sara's arms were resting lightly on his shoulders. Nick then put his arms around her waist. "And I'm holding you like this."
"And then?" Sara whispered, looking up to him. Nick said nothing and just closed in on her. Sara drew her breath sharply as Nick's lips met hers. His kiss was urgent and passionate, and she felt herself wanting to get more of him. She felt his hands traveling up to her shoulders, caressing them and smoothly brushing the lacy straps of her nightgown down to her arms. Sara responded eagerly, pressing herself closer and closer to Nick until she could feel how much he really wanted her. Nick's fingers were getting impatient with her straps, and when they wouldn't slide down her arms, he tugged them down hard and Sara heard the delicate fabric rip. She embraced Nick even tighter, their closeness the only thing keeping the one thing that clothed her. Nick's arms went back around her and he lifted her and carried her back to the couch, his lips never leaving hers. When she felt her feet back on the ground, Sara momentarily stopped kissing Nick and looked at him. "I love you, Nick," she whispered.
At the same time, Nick said huskily, "I love you, Sara."
His kissed her gently once, twice, three times before kissing her passionately once more. Sara kissed him back gamely, and she allowed Nick to step back ever so slightly to let the night gown slide to the floor. Before he could pull her close, he felt her arms move down and tug his boxers. Reaching down to cover her hands, Nick helped her pull it off him. When this was done, they stood close facing each other, but not quite touching.
"Sara, if you don't want to go on, we'd have to stop now," Nick whispered, his breathing ragged. "Otherwise I don't think I'd be able to stop."
Sara looked at him and shook her head. "I don't want to stop now," she sighed, taking his hand and pulling him to the couch. She laid back and the moment their bare flesh touched, she knew that she didn't want him to stop, not for anything in the world.
A Glimpse of the Past
By Moose
Chapter 2
When Nick woke up, the first thing that he felt was the presence of a warm body on top of him. Sara, he thought, recognizing the scent of her hair. Sometime during the night, he must have shifted his position from sitting to lying down on the couch, and Sara must have gone along with him. He still had his arms around her, and their legs were tangled intimately. Nick freed one arm and began stroking Sara's hair tenderly. He closed his eyes again and wished they could stay this way forever.
Sara stirred just then. "Nick?" There was a slight hint of alarm in her voice.
"Hmm?"
"Nick, what happened last night?" Sara asked with urgency.
Nick could now fully sense her alarm. Lazily opening his eyes, he found himself staring at her panicky eyes. "Hey, relax, Sara," Nick said soothingly. "We just fell asleep together."
"Then why am I dressed like this?" Sara was near hysteria. She untangled herself from Nick's arms and got off him.
"What are you talking -" Nick began to say. His eyes widened when he saw Sara. "What happened?"
"I don't know, that's what I was asking you," Sara exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her. All she had on was a very sheer white satin night gown. That was ALL she had on. "Oh God, I don't even own this!"
Nick got up and started to reach for her. Suddenly, he became aware of what he had on. Or rather, what he didn't have on. He found himself wearing only his boxers. "Oh God."
"What happened, Nick?" Sara asked again, sounding calmer this time.
"I don't know," Nick replied helplessly, standing up and looking around him for their clothes. "The last thing I remember was kissing you and falling asleep with you on this couch."
"So that really happened," Sara said softly. "I thought that was just a dream."
Nick turned to her. "Hey, I meant that kiss," he said sincerely. Then, grinning, he added, "So you dream about kissing me all the time?"
"Why you -" Sara started, blushing furiously. For a moment she forgot about what she was wearing and she rushed to Nick and threw him a playful punch.
Nick effortlessly caught her arm. "Easy," he said in a quiet tone. "If it makes you feel better, I also dream about kissing you."
Sara's arm went limp in Nick's hand. "You do?"
"Yup," Nick nodded, pulling her close to him. He grabbed her other arm and raised both arms to his neck. "You are holding me like this," he said, when Sara's arms were resting lightly on his shoulders. Nick then put his arms around her waist. "And I'm holding you like this."
"And then?" Sara whispered, looking up to him. Nick said nothing and just closed in on her. Sara drew her breath sharply as Nick's lips met hers. His kiss was urgent and passionate, and she felt herself wanting to get more of him. She felt his hands traveling up to her shoulders, caressing them and smoothly brushing the lacy straps of her nightgown down to her arms. Sara responded eagerly, pressing herself closer and closer to Nick until she could feel how much he really wanted her. Nick's fingers were getting impatient with her straps, and when they wouldn't slide down her arms, he tugged them down hard and Sara heard the delicate fabric rip. She embraced Nick even tighter, their closeness the only thing keeping the one thing that clothed her. Nick's arms went back around her and he lifted her and carried her back to the couch, his lips never leaving hers. When she felt her feet back on the ground, Sara momentarily stopped kissing Nick and looked at him. "I love you, Nick," she whispered.
At the same time, Nick said huskily, "I love you, Sara."
His kissed her gently once, twice, three times before kissing her passionately once more. Sara kissed him back gamely, and she allowed Nick to step back ever so slightly to let the night gown slide to the floor. Before he could pull her close, he felt her arms move down and tug his boxers. Reaching down to cover her hands, Nick helped her pull it off him. When this was done, they stood close facing each other, but not quite touching.
"Sara, if you don't want to go on, we'd have to stop now," Nick whispered, his breathing ragged. "Otherwise I don't think I'd be able to stop."
Sara looked at him and shook her head. "I don't want to stop now," she sighed, taking his hand and pulling him to the couch. She laid back and the moment their bare flesh touched, she knew that she didn't want him to stop, not for anything in the world.