Nick leaned against the closed door, arms crossed in front of him and
waggled his eyebrows at Sara who stood just a few feet away, "It seems to
me, Mrs. Stokes, that you gave me a rain check earlier."
Sara tried to stifle a giggle and replied with mock seriousness "And you want to cash it in so soon?"
Sara let out a yelp as Nick grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his embrace, peppering kisses up her neck. Nick's arms tightened around Sara's waist as she melted into his embrace, leaning her head back to give Nick better access to her neck. She slid her arms up his chest and snaked them around his neck, her fingertips running through his hair. Nick started walking Sara backwards toward the couch. Sara murmured, "Nicky, wrong way."
Nick chuckled into her neck, "I like the couch." He pulled her down into his lap sideways as he sat on the couch, continuing to kiss her neck.
After a few minutes, Sara slid her hands from his neck to cup both side of his face, pulling his lips away from her neck. She gazed into his eyes before pulling him in for a deep sensuous kiss. They tasted each others lips slowly and thoroughly. Their sense of time slipping away. Sara's hands slid down and splayed against his chest. Nick's hands played at the bottom of her shirt and slid beneath it, slowly caressing the bare skin it covered as he deepened the kiss by parting his lips and inviting Sara's tongue to dance with his. They slowly tasted and explored each other's mouths. Sara began unbuttoning Nick's shirt, her fingers caressing the exposed flesh as she went. Nick whimpered in protest as Sara's lips left his. She stood up for a moment and then sat back down on his lap facing him, her legs straddling his.
Nick's cell phone rang.
Sara reached down and pulled the phone off his belt and tossed it on the coffee table. She smiled at him, "We got sent home, remember." Nick chuckled and grinned at her.
Nick's hands gripped her waist, sliding down to cup her butt through her jeans. Sara began planting kisses on his neck and shoulders as she tried to slide his shirt off. Nick released his hold on her and let the shirt fall behind him on the couch.
Sara's cell phone rang. Nick grabbed Sara's cell phone from it's holster and tossed it over to join his. "We are not answering those tonight," he growled.
Sara's fingers splayed over his bare chest as she continued to assault his neck and shoulders with her lips. Nick's hands again gripped Sara's waist before sliding up under her shirt. He released the clasp on the back of her bra and slid his hands around to the front of her body until he could graze her breasts with his thumbs. Sara moaned and arched her back as Nick continued to caress and tease her breasts. He began to nuzzle them through the fabric of her shirt. Sara gripped his shoulders with her hands and pressed herself into his lap as she felt his arousal growing. Nick moaned. She pressed herself harder against him, gripping his hips with her thighs. She reached down between them and unfastened the top button of his jeans. Nick's hands slid down and pulled at the bottom of Sara's shirt, sliding it up and over her head, her bra going with it. He tossed them in no particular direction.
Nick's hands returned to Sara's back, sliding down to cup her buttocks as he picked her up and stood up from the couch. Sara wrapped her arms around Nick's neck and pulled herself against him reveling in the feeling of their bare flesh pressed together. Nick lowered Sara to the couch, covering her body with his. Sara pulled Nick's face down for a deep kiss, Nick's hand grazed her stomach as his hand moved between them to unfasten the button and lower the zipper on her jeans. As he caressed her stomach and began to slide his hand into the front of her jeans, an insistent knock sounded at the door.
Sara mumbled against his lips, "Don't get it," enjoying the sensations that Nick's touch was causing throughout her body. She deepened their kiss, moaning as Nick slid his hand further down into her jeans.
The knock was louder and more insistent.
Nick broke their kiss, resting his forehead against hers, "The sooner I get rid of whoever it is, the sooner we can continue this." He dipped his head and kissed her once more before regretfully lifting himself off of her and walking over to the front door.
Sara groaned at the lost contact, and lay back on the couch, arms crossed over her breasts.
Nick opened the door and before he could say anything, Grissom brushed past him saying, "I need to talk to you and Sara."
Grissom stopped in his tracks as he rounded the corner into the living room where a half naked Sara was trying to cover herself up with Nick's discarded shirt. He averted his gaze and turned around where an agitated Nick stood arms crossed over his bare chest, top button of his jeans undone. He could hear Sara zipping up her pants and pulling Nick's shirt around herself as she got off the couch. He glanced at the ground and noticed a woman's shirt and a lacy bra just inches from his foot. Grissom held his breath and closed his eyes at the verbal assault he expected to descend on him for breaking up an obviously intimate moment.
Sara was so furious, she couldn't speak. Nick glared at Grissom, his voice sounding too controlled, "This had better be good, Grissom. You sent us home, remember."
Grissom met Nick's glare and turned toward Sara who was fuming, "I came to apologize for earlier."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him with a look of disbelief on her face. She glanced at Nick. Grissom followed Sara's glance and looked back at Nick, who had a slightly amused look on his face.
Nick raised an eyebrow at him and gestured toward the door, "We'll come in before shift starts, you can apologize then. Right now, I want to finish making love to my wife."
Grissom was speechless as he moved toward the door. Nick closed it behind him and turned to face Sara who let out a low chuckle, "You handled that well, Mr. Stokes."
Nick raised his eyebrow at her seductively and stepped toward her, "I thought he was going to die when he rounded the corner and saw you laying there half naked."
Sara fingered Nick's shirt moving toward him, "Well, he didn't really get an eyeful, thanks to your shirt."
Nick grinned and he took her into his embrace, "That's good, otherwise I would have had to punch him."
Sara raised a seductive eyebrow at him, "Can we forget about Grissom and get back to where we were? Preferably in the bedroom."
Nick pulled her in for a deep kiss as they stumbled toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing in their wake.
Sara tried to stifle a giggle and replied with mock seriousness "And you want to cash it in so soon?"
Sara let out a yelp as Nick grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his embrace, peppering kisses up her neck. Nick's arms tightened around Sara's waist as she melted into his embrace, leaning her head back to give Nick better access to her neck. She slid her arms up his chest and snaked them around his neck, her fingertips running through his hair. Nick started walking Sara backwards toward the couch. Sara murmured, "Nicky, wrong way."
Nick chuckled into her neck, "I like the couch." He pulled her down into his lap sideways as he sat on the couch, continuing to kiss her neck.
After a few minutes, Sara slid her hands from his neck to cup both side of his face, pulling his lips away from her neck. She gazed into his eyes before pulling him in for a deep sensuous kiss. They tasted each others lips slowly and thoroughly. Their sense of time slipping away. Sara's hands slid down and splayed against his chest. Nick's hands played at the bottom of her shirt and slid beneath it, slowly caressing the bare skin it covered as he deepened the kiss by parting his lips and inviting Sara's tongue to dance with his. They slowly tasted and explored each other's mouths. Sara began unbuttoning Nick's shirt, her fingers caressing the exposed flesh as she went. Nick whimpered in protest as Sara's lips left his. She stood up for a moment and then sat back down on his lap facing him, her legs straddling his.
Nick's cell phone rang.
Sara reached down and pulled the phone off his belt and tossed it on the coffee table. She smiled at him, "We got sent home, remember." Nick chuckled and grinned at her.
Nick's hands gripped her waist, sliding down to cup her butt through her jeans. Sara began planting kisses on his neck and shoulders as she tried to slide his shirt off. Nick released his hold on her and let the shirt fall behind him on the couch.
Sara's cell phone rang. Nick grabbed Sara's cell phone from it's holster and tossed it over to join his. "We are not answering those tonight," he growled.
Sara's fingers splayed over his bare chest as she continued to assault his neck and shoulders with her lips. Nick's hands again gripped Sara's waist before sliding up under her shirt. He released the clasp on the back of her bra and slid his hands around to the front of her body until he could graze her breasts with his thumbs. Sara moaned and arched her back as Nick continued to caress and tease her breasts. He began to nuzzle them through the fabric of her shirt. Sara gripped his shoulders with her hands and pressed herself into his lap as she felt his arousal growing. Nick moaned. She pressed herself harder against him, gripping his hips with her thighs. She reached down between them and unfastened the top button of his jeans. Nick's hands slid down and pulled at the bottom of Sara's shirt, sliding it up and over her head, her bra going with it. He tossed them in no particular direction.
Nick's hands returned to Sara's back, sliding down to cup her buttocks as he picked her up and stood up from the couch. Sara wrapped her arms around Nick's neck and pulled herself against him reveling in the feeling of their bare flesh pressed together. Nick lowered Sara to the couch, covering her body with his. Sara pulled Nick's face down for a deep kiss, Nick's hand grazed her stomach as his hand moved between them to unfasten the button and lower the zipper on her jeans. As he caressed her stomach and began to slide his hand into the front of her jeans, an insistent knock sounded at the door.
Sara mumbled against his lips, "Don't get it," enjoying the sensations that Nick's touch was causing throughout her body. She deepened their kiss, moaning as Nick slid his hand further down into her jeans.
The knock was louder and more insistent.
Nick broke their kiss, resting his forehead against hers, "The sooner I get rid of whoever it is, the sooner we can continue this." He dipped his head and kissed her once more before regretfully lifting himself off of her and walking over to the front door.
Sara groaned at the lost contact, and lay back on the couch, arms crossed over her breasts.
Nick opened the door and before he could say anything, Grissom brushed past him saying, "I need to talk to you and Sara."
Grissom stopped in his tracks as he rounded the corner into the living room where a half naked Sara was trying to cover herself up with Nick's discarded shirt. He averted his gaze and turned around where an agitated Nick stood arms crossed over his bare chest, top button of his jeans undone. He could hear Sara zipping up her pants and pulling Nick's shirt around herself as she got off the couch. He glanced at the ground and noticed a woman's shirt and a lacy bra just inches from his foot. Grissom held his breath and closed his eyes at the verbal assault he expected to descend on him for breaking up an obviously intimate moment.
Sara was so furious, she couldn't speak. Nick glared at Grissom, his voice sounding too controlled, "This had better be good, Grissom. You sent us home, remember."
Grissom met Nick's glare and turned toward Sara who was fuming, "I came to apologize for earlier."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him with a look of disbelief on her face. She glanced at Nick. Grissom followed Sara's glance and looked back at Nick, who had a slightly amused look on his face.
Nick raised an eyebrow at him and gestured toward the door, "We'll come in before shift starts, you can apologize then. Right now, I want to finish making love to my wife."
Grissom was speechless as he moved toward the door. Nick closed it behind him and turned to face Sara who let out a low chuckle, "You handled that well, Mr. Stokes."
Nick raised his eyebrow at her seductively and stepped toward her, "I thought he was going to die when he rounded the corner and saw you laying there half naked."
Sara fingered Nick's shirt moving toward him, "Well, he didn't really get an eyeful, thanks to your shirt."
Nick grinned and he took her into his embrace, "That's good, otherwise I would have had to punch him."
Sara raised a seductive eyebrow at him, "Can we forget about Grissom and get back to where we were? Preferably in the bedroom."
Nick pulled her in for a deep kiss as they stumbled toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing in their wake.
