Sara and I both wished that we could have stayed in Malibu indefinitely, but we had only planned to stay two weeks. Too soon those two weeks were over. During the second week we did try and get out of the house more. I think we've both decided that if we ever move to California, we're buying our own surfboards. We had so much fun riding those waves. I was sad when we had to return the boards to the surf shop where Mike works. I know we'll be back. Sara's friend is always gone from Malibu this time of year, and as long as she owns the house, I'm sure she'll let us use it. Sara is an amazing woman. I love everything about her. I love the taste of her lips. Actually, I love the taste of Sara in general, now that I'd had the opportunity to taste every inch of her. I love that she giggles when she's ticklish. I love that when she sleeps she is so beautiful. Ok, she's beautiful when she's awake too. Right now she's asleep on my shoulder. I think I tired her out. That thought makes me grin. She tired me out too. We're on our way back to Vegas. I think the pilot said we'll be landing soon.

Warrick is picking us up at the airport. We have to be back to work tonight and it just so happens that our plane gets in when he gets off shift. Sara smiles at me as I wake her up. "Hey, sweetie, we're on the ground."

She leans over and kisses me. "Promise me something, Nicky."

I grin at her. "Anything, Sar."

A devilish grin spreads over her face. "Promise me that our honeymoon won't ever be over."

I laugh. This woman amazes me. "Sara, I don't think there's any chance of that. I think we're just getting started, Babe."

We gather our carry on luggage and head toward baggage claim for the rest of our bags. Warrick is there waiting for us, and so is Catherine. Both of them are studying us and have amused expression on their faces. Maybe it's the fact that Sara and I can't seem to keep our hands off each other. Not that we're groping each other, but it's the small little touches that after a while you don't even notice you are doing.

Warrick raises an eyebrow and chuckles at us as he helps me gather our bags. "So, you guys aren't going to be working crime scenes together for a while then."

Sara glances at me and smirks. I just wink at her and then laugh. "I think we can handle it."

Sara starts to giggle.

Catherine looks at us and chuckles. "Yeah, right."

Ok, so our friends know us too well. I'm sad that I most likely won't get to work at crime scenes with Sara. I probably won't be able to convince her to wear skirts to work either. They don't really work well in our line of work. I also hope we won't have to pull any double shifts for a while. I just can't get enough of Sara, and both Catherine and Warrick are right, we probably can't handle it. I mean it took us nearly a week to leave the house in Malibu, and really the only reason we did was to ensure we weren't going to be becoming parents too soon.

"Nick and I already discussed it, and I think at least for a while, we'll be working separately." Sara interjects with a coy smile.

I would love to wipe that smile off of her face with a kiss and a bit more, but for now I just settle for the kiss. She giggles against my lips.

"Uh, remember that you both have to be at work in less than twelve hours, and that time includes sleeping too." Catherine quips.

I waggle my eyebrows at Catherine, "We're well acquainted in the proper use of a bed, Cath."

Warrick and Catherine exchange a slightly shocked, but amused look. I don't think they expected us to be so open. Then of course, most of what Sara and I did on our honeymoon had to do with having our clothes off. I grin. I can't wait to get home with my wife.

Sara grins at me. "Yeah, we'll try and get at least a little sleep."

Catherine's jaw drops a little. I'm pretty sure she didn't expect that from Sara. Little does she know my wife.

Of all the women I've been with in my life. And regretfully, there have been more than a few. Of all of them, Sara has been the most fun, sensual, exciting person to be with in every sense of those words.

We made our way out to Warrick's Tahoe and load up. Sara and I slipped into the backseat right next to each other.

Sara kept up a constant stream of conversation with Catherine and Warrick, telling them all about the restaurant we went to where Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt were, and about our adventures surfing. The whole time she's talking, her hand is slowly moving up my inner thigh in torturously slow circles. Two can play at this game. Sara wore a skirt for our flight home. I paste a grin on my face and slowly slide my hand under her skirt. I see her swallow hard, but she keeps talking. I can barely breathe because of where Sara's hand is. I slide my hand so it's resting on her inner thigh, just a fraction of an inch from where I'd really like to be touching her. I squeeze her thigh with my hand and waggle my eyebrows at her. I think she's got the message.

She just grins at me and leans in to kiss me. She whispers against my lips. "I'll get you later, Cowboy."

I smile and whisper back. "I'll be looking forward to it, Sweetheart."

She giggles and thankfully removes her hand. I squeeze her leg once more and then slide my hand back from underneath her skirt. By the time Warrick pulls into the driveway of our house. Wow. Our house. Me and Sara. By the time Warrick pulls into the driveway, Sara and I are behaving ourselves.

I'm sure that as soon as Warrick and Catherine leave, we'll have other ideas in mind. I mean we have an entire house to discover together.