A/N: This one is short but oh so sweet. Hope you like. More to come soon.
and yes there will be more Greg ;)
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Sara smiled to herself when she felt Nick's strong arm wrap around her waist, his large hand splayed over her stomach and his firm chest pressing against her back. He brushed his lips back and forth on the soft skin of her shoulder.
"Penny for your thoughts," he murmured nuzzling the nape of her neck, her sweet scent making his senses tingle.
"In a word," she said grinning widely. "Wow."
He chuckled and kissed her neck, pulling her tighter against him. "My sentiments exactly."
They lay in silence for a while, just enjoying being together. Inevitably, Nick's thoughts began to drift back to less enjoyable things and Sara could sense the change in his mood.
"You okay, Nicky?" she asked quietly, her fingers moving up and down his forearm, tracing the veins.
He sighed. "I don't know. As well as can be expected I guess." He rolled onto his back, his hand coming up to massage his temple. "I just don't know what I should be feeling right now you know?"
She rolled over to face him and propped herself on her elbow. "Go on," she urged gently, her hand on his chest, fingertips making light patterns. She could feel the strong steady beat of his heart under her palm.
"It's just." He searched for words. "Part of me feels so good right now, being with you. But part of me feels so damn guilty. I mean, Jesus, my sister was murdered. And yet here I am in my bed with you and I. I'm so torn you know, on the one hand I only want to be here with you in my arms, and never let you go Sara, but on the other I just don't want to rest until I find the son of a bitch that did this." He trailed off, carefully choosing what he wanted to say, his forearm coming up and covering his eyes. "This has been one of the best nights of my life but it has happened on one of the worst nights of my life. And I just don't know how to deal with that." He dropped his hand on the bed in frustration and looked at her. "I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense."
"No, no it's okay," she said soothingly, her fingers combing through his short tousled hair and she pressed a kiss on his brow.
"Christ, Nick, I can't even imagine the kind of day you've had or what you must be feeling. I do know that you are going to need to go and focus on your family first though, they are what's most important. And that's okay," she smiled and kissed his mouth lightly. "I'll still be here."
He looked into her caring face and swallowed hard his throat clicking. She was so damn beautiful in the dim light cast from the small lamp on his bedside table that caressed her features that it made his heart ache. Sara's eyes were bright and warm, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses and the flush on her cheeks was slowly beginning to disappear. Pale pink marks decorated her delicate skin, light abrasions from his beard stubble and faint bruises from his gentle love bites that were fading away. Rolling into her he buried his face against her neck, inhaling deeply.
"Thank you," he whispered, kissing her throat and wrapping his arms around her. He let out a deep sigh. "God, you feel so good."
She smiled and feathered a trail of kisses along his hairline, cradling him against her. It wasn't long before she felt Nick's body relax in her arms and his breathing became slow and even. She took time to study his face, memorizing every square inch. He looked so peaceful when he slept, like a little boy safe from the horrors he had been dealt that day. His long dark lashes rested lightly on his cheeks and his lips parted slightly. Sara smoothed her hand over his typically well-styled hair that now lay flat and fell lightly on his forehead. She continued moving her fingers down his neck and back enjoying the feel of his body under her hands. The pads of her fingers discovered tiny crescent shaped grooves in the skin on his shoulders from her fingernails and she blushed slightly and smiled, remembering their earlier spontaneous activities.
She found herself wishing that they could stay together like this forever safe and warm, but knew better. Nick had a rough stretch of road ahead of him but she would do her best to be there for him along the way. And when this was all over they would still have one another.
Carefully, so as not to wake him Sara reached over Nick and turned off the light. Snuggling against him and pulling up the sheet to cover them both she closed her eyes and drifted, following him contentedly into the land of sleep.
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Sara smiled to herself when she felt Nick's strong arm wrap around her waist, his large hand splayed over her stomach and his firm chest pressing against her back. He brushed his lips back and forth on the soft skin of her shoulder.
"Penny for your thoughts," he murmured nuzzling the nape of her neck, her sweet scent making his senses tingle.
"In a word," she said grinning widely. "Wow."
He chuckled and kissed her neck, pulling her tighter against him. "My sentiments exactly."
They lay in silence for a while, just enjoying being together. Inevitably, Nick's thoughts began to drift back to less enjoyable things and Sara could sense the change in his mood.
"You okay, Nicky?" she asked quietly, her fingers moving up and down his forearm, tracing the veins.
He sighed. "I don't know. As well as can be expected I guess." He rolled onto his back, his hand coming up to massage his temple. "I just don't know what I should be feeling right now you know?"
She rolled over to face him and propped herself on her elbow. "Go on," she urged gently, her hand on his chest, fingertips making light patterns. She could feel the strong steady beat of his heart under her palm.
"It's just." He searched for words. "Part of me feels so good right now, being with you. But part of me feels so damn guilty. I mean, Jesus, my sister was murdered. And yet here I am in my bed with you and I. I'm so torn you know, on the one hand I only want to be here with you in my arms, and never let you go Sara, but on the other I just don't want to rest until I find the son of a bitch that did this." He trailed off, carefully choosing what he wanted to say, his forearm coming up and covering his eyes. "This has been one of the best nights of my life but it has happened on one of the worst nights of my life. And I just don't know how to deal with that." He dropped his hand on the bed in frustration and looked at her. "I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense."
"No, no it's okay," she said soothingly, her fingers combing through his short tousled hair and she pressed a kiss on his brow.
"Christ, Nick, I can't even imagine the kind of day you've had or what you must be feeling. I do know that you are going to need to go and focus on your family first though, they are what's most important. And that's okay," she smiled and kissed his mouth lightly. "I'll still be here."
He looked into her caring face and swallowed hard his throat clicking. She was so damn beautiful in the dim light cast from the small lamp on his bedside table that caressed her features that it made his heart ache. Sara's eyes were bright and warm, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses and the flush on her cheeks was slowly beginning to disappear. Pale pink marks decorated her delicate skin, light abrasions from his beard stubble and faint bruises from his gentle love bites that were fading away. Rolling into her he buried his face against her neck, inhaling deeply.
"Thank you," he whispered, kissing her throat and wrapping his arms around her. He let out a deep sigh. "God, you feel so good."
She smiled and feathered a trail of kisses along his hairline, cradling him against her. It wasn't long before she felt Nick's body relax in her arms and his breathing became slow and even. She took time to study his face, memorizing every square inch. He looked so peaceful when he slept, like a little boy safe from the horrors he had been dealt that day. His long dark lashes rested lightly on his cheeks and his lips parted slightly. Sara smoothed her hand over his typically well-styled hair that now lay flat and fell lightly on his forehead. She continued moving her fingers down his neck and back enjoying the feel of his body under her hands. The pads of her fingers discovered tiny crescent shaped grooves in the skin on his shoulders from her fingernails and she blushed slightly and smiled, remembering their earlier spontaneous activities.
She found herself wishing that they could stay together like this forever safe and warm, but knew better. Nick had a rough stretch of road ahead of him but she would do her best to be there for him along the way. And when this was all over they would still have one another.
Carefully, so as not to wake him Sara reached over Nick and turned off the light. Snuggling against him and pulling up the sheet to cover them both she closed her eyes and drifted, following him contentedly into the land of sleep.