I really could give up being a CSI and become Nick's love slave and surfing partner. Of course, he'd have to be my love slave too, and let me tell you , he's doing one hell of a job. I never thought I'd want to be a nudist until I married Nick. It's much more convenient to keep your clothes off if you can't keep your hands off of each other. We haven't gone surfing yet. In fact, we haven't left the house yet. I think we've been here three days; I've lost count. We might get outside eventually. Nick did mention something about the beach the first day we were here. Maybe after dark.

I still can't believe we're married. Nick's sleeping right now. I love watching him sleep. He has the most amazing eyelashes. I feel like whacking myself upside the head when I think about three wasted years of throwing myself at Grissom when Nick was under my nose the whole time. I can't resist. I reach over and trail a finger along his jaw line.

I chuckle when I notice a smile beginning to form on those lips. I love Nick's lips. I love his mouth. Well actually, I love everything about him.

His eyes flutter open and he's smiling at me. "Hey, Sar. Did you want something?" There's a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I grin at him. "Just you for the rest of our lives."

He chuckles. "Just the rest of our lives? I was banking on forever."

I laugh. "Forever works for me."

Nick's stomach rumbles.

I laugh again. "Hungry?"

Nick chuckles. "Yeah, I am." He leans over and kisses me. "And some food would be nice too, but I think we've eaten almost everything in the house."

I prop myself up on my elbows and raise an eyebrow at him. "Well, I think we might just have to break down and put some clothes on so we can go to the store without being arrested for indecent exposure. Or we could just order some take out."

Nick waggles his eyebrows at me. "As much as I would love to spend the rest of my life with you in this bed naked, I think we need to go to the store. There's no more coffee."

I lay back on the pillow and laugh. "Ok." I throw the sheet back and climb out of bed reluctantly and walk over to my suitcase to pull out some clothes. Nick whistles. I turn around and laugh. However, when I realize that he is laying there with all of his male glory uncovered, I waggle my eyebrows at him and whistle back.

Leisurely, he pulls himself out of bed. "How in the world are we going to be able to go back to work and not sneak off to every isolated corner of the lab so I can have my way with you?"

He wraps his arms around me, and very quickly we're back on the bed, hands roaming each other's bodies. I cannot resist touching him.

I am amazed at how much I want Nick, and how often I want Nick. That's probably why they call it a honeymoon. We've only planned two weeks for ours. We may have to call Grissom and get a few more weeks off. I don't know if we're ever going to leave this house.

I think we'll have to go to the store later or just order take out.