Sara's eyes fluttered open. Through the soft light filtering between the
slats of the heavy wooden blinds she could make out Nick's sleeping form.
He lay on his stomach, his arm was slung over her waist and his head rested
on her shoulder. Their legs were still intertwine. She let out a deep
breath and wondered silently to herself if she had just made the biggest
mistake of her life. They had whispered many things to each other last
night in the middle of their lovemaking. She wondered how many of them
would hold up in daylight. She couldn't resist the urge to caress Nick's
arm as it lay across her waist. He was gorgeous when he was asleep. She
smiled. He was gorgeous when he was awake. She'd been attracted to Nick
Stokes since she met him throwing dummies off a hotel roof. He never acted
like he wanted to be anything more than friends before last night. She
hoped that they hadn't ruined their friendship by sleeping together.
Especially if things didn't work out between them. She furrowed her brow.
Exactly what did she mean by 'things'? They weren't dating, at least she
didn't think so. Is this how Nick jumped into 'relationships'? Damn, they
were going to have to talk about this. If she had just called that cab,
she wouldn't be in Nick's bed. But then if she had called the cab she
wouldn't be in Nick's bed. They needed to talk. Damn he was gorgeous when
he was sleeping.
Nick felt Sara's fingers caressing his arm and he slowly opened his eyes. He saw her furrow her brow and wondered what she was thinking. He hoped she didn't regret last night. He didn't. He had wanted to be with her since he'd first met her when he was throwing dummies off a hotel roof. He'd kept his distance because he thought that Grissom had some claim to her. But Grissom hadn't made a move in three and a half years, and Sara had dated other guys. Ok, so dating was a loose term. Hank didn't really count, and she hadn't seen anyone seriously that he knew about. He hoped she didn't think last night was a mistake. He didn't think it was. It wasn't exactly the way he'd pictured their first time together, but it wasn't a mistake. They needed to talk. He dreaded that. Somehow his words didn't always come out right. He hoped he could convey to her that she wasn't just an opportunity. He wanted to be with her. Not just physically, although after last night, he wasn't sure he would ever get enough of Sara. He hoped that sleeping together hadn't ruined their friendship. He valued it too much. What if things didn't work out between them? What if she didn't care for him as much as he cared for her? Damn, they were going to have to talk.
Sara glanced over and noticed Nick watching her. A smiled spread across her face. Nick's arm tightened around her waist and he whispered, "Good morning, beautiful."
Sara reached over and smoothed his hair which had pieces of it jutting out of place, "Morning, Nick."
Nick leaned down and kissed her long and deep. As he broke the kiss he looked down into her eyes, "Sara, I just want you to know, I don't have any regrets about last night. I've just been an idiot who was too afraid to make a move. I should have asked you out three and a half years ago." His thumb caressed her side.
Nick's words registered in Sara's mind and a surprised expression crossed her face, "Three and a half years? Nick, that's when we met."
Nick nodded, "Yeah, I've wanted to ask you out since I met you, but there always seemed to be something or someone in the way."
Sara's face became serious, "Me too."
Nick's eyebrow shot up quizzically, "Me too what?"
She smiled, "I've wanted to go out with you since I met you."
A grin spread across Nick's face, "We sure wasted a lot of time."
Sara giggled and pulled him down for another kiss. Their hands roamed and caressed. Nick's weight pushed her into the mattress. Their legs tangled together in the most intimate of embraces. They drifted off to sleep for the second time that night in each others arms.
They woke several hours later not really wanting to get up, but knowing that they needed to. Nick lifted himself out of bed and walked over to his dresser to find a clean pair of boxers. He heard Sara chuckle as he stood there au natural and looked over his shoulder at her with a curious brow.
"I was just thinking that I've got this view of you firmly etched in my memory. I'll never look at you in a pair of jeans the same way again." Sara grinned, devouring the sight of him.
Nick waggled his eyebrows at her, "You like what you see?"
Sara gave him a smug grin, "Oh, yeah."
He pulled a pair of boxers out and headed toward the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower, I'll be back in a few minutes." When Nick emerged freshly showered and clad in his boxers, he found Sara hugging a pillow with her eyes closed. He smiled and crawled on the bed toward her. She opened her eyes to see him grinning at her with her underwear dangling from his index finger, "I never figured you for a thong kind of girl, Sara."
"There's a lot about me you don't know, Nicky." She raised her eyebrows and grabbed for the underwear.
He tossed it to the floor and pinned her to the bed, leaning down to kiss her. She snaked her arms around him and pulled him closer. They lost themselves for a few minutes, kissing and touching, finally breaking apart, when Nick heard a knock at the door. A look of realization dawn on Nick and he looked down at Sara with dread, "It's Warrick. We were supposed to go to do something today before work." He looked into her eyes, searching, "What do you want me to do, Sara?"
She smiled at him, "If I know Warrick he's not just going to go away. He'll just think you're sleeping."
Nick chuckled, "You're right."
"Do you care if he knows I'm here?" She queried.
He looked at her with concern, "Do you mind if he knows?"
She shook her head and smiled, "I would mind if he saw me naked though. Are my clothes dry yet?"
Nick gave her a sheepish look and shook his head, "I forgot your shirt was on the shower rod and it fell in when I was taking a shower."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him, "I need something to wear."
Nick chuckled and got off the bed. He reached into his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and a T-shirt and tossed them to Sara.
She smiled, "Thanks. You better go let Warrick in before starts calling your cell phone."
As if on cue, Nick's cell phone rang somewhere out in the living room. He flashed Sara a grin as she got out of bed to get dressed and headed to the front door to let Warrick in.
Nick felt Sara's fingers caressing his arm and he slowly opened his eyes. He saw her furrow her brow and wondered what she was thinking. He hoped she didn't regret last night. He didn't. He had wanted to be with her since he'd first met her when he was throwing dummies off a hotel roof. He'd kept his distance because he thought that Grissom had some claim to her. But Grissom hadn't made a move in three and a half years, and Sara had dated other guys. Ok, so dating was a loose term. Hank didn't really count, and she hadn't seen anyone seriously that he knew about. He hoped she didn't think last night was a mistake. He didn't think it was. It wasn't exactly the way he'd pictured their first time together, but it wasn't a mistake. They needed to talk. He dreaded that. Somehow his words didn't always come out right. He hoped he could convey to her that she wasn't just an opportunity. He wanted to be with her. Not just physically, although after last night, he wasn't sure he would ever get enough of Sara. He hoped that sleeping together hadn't ruined their friendship. He valued it too much. What if things didn't work out between them? What if she didn't care for him as much as he cared for her? Damn, they were going to have to talk.
Sara glanced over and noticed Nick watching her. A smiled spread across her face. Nick's arm tightened around her waist and he whispered, "Good morning, beautiful."
Sara reached over and smoothed his hair which had pieces of it jutting out of place, "Morning, Nick."
Nick leaned down and kissed her long and deep. As he broke the kiss he looked down into her eyes, "Sara, I just want you to know, I don't have any regrets about last night. I've just been an idiot who was too afraid to make a move. I should have asked you out three and a half years ago." His thumb caressed her side.
Nick's words registered in Sara's mind and a surprised expression crossed her face, "Three and a half years? Nick, that's when we met."
Nick nodded, "Yeah, I've wanted to ask you out since I met you, but there always seemed to be something or someone in the way."
Sara's face became serious, "Me too."
Nick's eyebrow shot up quizzically, "Me too what?"
She smiled, "I've wanted to go out with you since I met you."
A grin spread across Nick's face, "We sure wasted a lot of time."
Sara giggled and pulled him down for another kiss. Their hands roamed and caressed. Nick's weight pushed her into the mattress. Their legs tangled together in the most intimate of embraces. They drifted off to sleep for the second time that night in each others arms.
They woke several hours later not really wanting to get up, but knowing that they needed to. Nick lifted himself out of bed and walked over to his dresser to find a clean pair of boxers. He heard Sara chuckle as he stood there au natural and looked over his shoulder at her with a curious brow.
"I was just thinking that I've got this view of you firmly etched in my memory. I'll never look at you in a pair of jeans the same way again." Sara grinned, devouring the sight of him.
Nick waggled his eyebrows at her, "You like what you see?"
Sara gave him a smug grin, "Oh, yeah."
He pulled a pair of boxers out and headed toward the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower, I'll be back in a few minutes." When Nick emerged freshly showered and clad in his boxers, he found Sara hugging a pillow with her eyes closed. He smiled and crawled on the bed toward her. She opened her eyes to see him grinning at her with her underwear dangling from his index finger, "I never figured you for a thong kind of girl, Sara."
"There's a lot about me you don't know, Nicky." She raised her eyebrows and grabbed for the underwear.
He tossed it to the floor and pinned her to the bed, leaning down to kiss her. She snaked her arms around him and pulled him closer. They lost themselves for a few minutes, kissing and touching, finally breaking apart, when Nick heard a knock at the door. A look of realization dawn on Nick and he looked down at Sara with dread, "It's Warrick. We were supposed to go to do something today before work." He looked into her eyes, searching, "What do you want me to do, Sara?"
She smiled at him, "If I know Warrick he's not just going to go away. He'll just think you're sleeping."
Nick chuckled, "You're right."
"Do you care if he knows I'm here?" She queried.
He looked at her with concern, "Do you mind if he knows?"
She shook her head and smiled, "I would mind if he saw me naked though. Are my clothes dry yet?"
Nick gave her a sheepish look and shook his head, "I forgot your shirt was on the shower rod and it fell in when I was taking a shower."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him, "I need something to wear."
Nick chuckled and got off the bed. He reached into his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and a T-shirt and tossed them to Sara.
She smiled, "Thanks. You better go let Warrick in before starts calling your cell phone."
As if on cue, Nick's cell phone rang somewhere out in the living room. He flashed Sara a grin as she got out of bed to get dressed and headed to the front door to let Warrick in.