A/N: Wow, thanks so much for your quick response. I have to tell you this
is a ball to write, so much fun. Like I said before I'm not really sure if
it will even have a plot and therefore don't know how long it will be but I
sure will enjoy the ride. I hope you do too. Also, as I mentioned I'll
change the rating if anyone is uncomfortable with the content. Thanks
guys!
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Chapter 2 - Feel the Burn
"Jesus, Sara!" Nick gasped rolling off of her and flopping onto his back at her side. His chest heaved, gleaming with sweat as he swallowed deep gulps of air, trying to catch his breath.
They honestly had tried to get to her bed when he arrived at her place but hadn't quite made it. Of course, it hadn't helped matters any that she answered the door wearing only a thin white cotton robe and a smile or, for that matter, that he had stood on the other side of aforementioned door fresh from the gym in a muscle-shirt and track pants. So, instead there they lay in a tangled heap on the floor in the doorway, their upper bodies in her bedroom and their entwined legs jutting out into the hallway, Nick's pants still around his ankles, having gotten stuck on his shoes. It was quite an amusing sight.
Slowly the couple came back down from their endorphin high, their heart rates decelerating and body temperatures returning to normal, mingled sweat cooling on their skin. Sara sought Nick's right hand in her left and laced her fingers between his. He grinned and slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to look over at her. Her eyes were still closed but a small lazy smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"That was amazing Sar," he said quietly, his voice rough due to the strain his shouts of pleasure had caused minutes earlier.
She hummed softly in agreement and rolled towards him, throwing her leg over his hips and draping her arm across his chest. "Nicky, whoever the woman was that taught you how to do that - " she gestured with her hand in reference to what they had just done, " - deserves a medal. A Nobel prize even," she finished earnestly, nuzzling his neck.
Nick barked out laughter. "Um, I don't think they have a category for something quite like that darlin'," he drawled, dropping a kiss on the top of her head, his hand moving back and forth on her thigh, his other still holding hers between them.
"Well, they should," she replied adamantly, her fingers lightly scratching the 'treasure' trail of hair below his bellybutton and kissed his jaw. "Trust me."
"Okay, write them a letter," he murmured, smiling into her hair; the silky strands tickled his nose and its sweet scent tickled his senses.
"Don't think I won't," she replied rolling onto him, causing him to emit an exaggerated grunt. She heard it and shot him a glare. "Oh, come on! I'm not that heavy."
He rolled his eyes. "No, you're not heavy at all," he agreed tracing her pouting lips. "You have really pointy hip bones."
She feigned shock at his words and tickled his ribs. He giggled like a little boy and squirmed to get away but found he was trapped underneath her. He tried to pull off her assaulting hands but Sara was too fast and avoided him easily.
"S-Sara, s-s-stop," he begged, turning a cute shade of pink and trying now to roll her off but she wouldn't give.
"Stop what?" she asked innocently, loving the sound of his giggles. She let up briefly then went in again.
"No, don't!" he managed now howling laughter that caused tears to spring in his eyes. "D-don't! Ssstop!"
"'Don't stop? Okay!"
"No Sara, stop it please! Uncle!" he gasped out.
She finally slid her hands up to rest on his pecs. "Alright, but only if I can have a kiss," she grinned, her chin on hands.
He nodded and smiled, panting to catch his breath. Holding her face in his hands he raised his head to meet her lips. "You're cruel."
She giggled against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yeah, but you love it, and you know it."
"Yeah," he agreed quietly with a fond smile, laying his head back using her forearms like a pillow and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Their lips met again in a slow and sensuous kiss this time. He suckled her lower lip, biting it tenderly then soothed the bite with his tongue. Sara sighed and deepened the kiss, angling her head so she could further probe into Nick's mouth. He moaned softly and ran the tip of his tongue over the sexy gap in her teeth before tangling his tongue with hers and gently sucking it. Her fingers pushed into his thick hair, tugging lightly and her hips started to grind into him. His hands slid over her body, his fingertips delicately brushing from her upper arms to her shoulders, all the way down her back then he cupped her butt in his palms.
"Ow!" Sara broke the kiss abruptly.
"What?" Nick asked and froze, instantly alarmed. His dark eyes searched hers rapidly. "What's wrong Sara, did I hurt you?"
"No, no," she said shaking her head and planting an assuring peck on his lips, touched by his concern. She reached behind her and winced. "Well... not directly."
His eyes widened in fear. "What?! What the hell does that mean?!" His hands flew off her immediately and he tried to sit up.
"Relax Nick," she chuckled, pushing him back down. "I think I just have a slight case of rug-burn on my ass."
He blinked, her words taking a minute to register. He grinned, the grin turned into a chuckle then the chuckle escalated into a loud belly laugh. It was infectious and soon Sara was snorting rapid-fire laughter of her own, collapsing back onto his chest. Neither of them was able to stop for a good ten minutes as they clung helplessly to each other. Every time one of them would begin to calm down the other would start up again and they would both be gone. Finally when they were too weak to laugh any longer they wiped each other's tears away and kissed some more.
"Hoo-boy," Nick said breathlessly, looking up at Sara's wide gap-toothed grin. "I don't think I've ever laughed that hard in my life. My tummy hurts."
"Poor baby. Well, I for one am very glad that you find my ass so amusing," she replied, waggling her eyebrows and shimmying her hips.
"Oh, that I do," he said with a wicked grin of his own. He cleared his throat and put on a straight face, speaking in as serious a tone as he could. "But it is such a delicate commodity, this ass of yours Miss Sidle- " he carefully grabbed a butt cheek in each hand " -that we wouldn't want any permanent damage done now, would we? It is my professional opinion that it should be kissed better, immediately. By me."
He had her cracking up into a new fit of giggles. "Yes Dr. Nicky, I believe you're right."
He smiled and captured her lips again. "Sara?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"You called me 'Nicky'."
She grinned. "Yes, I did."
"You know what that does to me."
"Yes, I do."
She squealed in surprise when he suddenly sat up, never breaking their kiss when he reached around her to untie his shoes and remove them along with his socks, boxers and pants. He scooped her up and dropped them both on her bed, ever mindful of her poor rug-burned bum.
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A/N: Hee! They' re so damn cute. If I can see it, and you can all see it, why can't the writers?
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Chapter 2 - Feel the Burn
"Jesus, Sara!" Nick gasped rolling off of her and flopping onto his back at her side. His chest heaved, gleaming with sweat as he swallowed deep gulps of air, trying to catch his breath.
They honestly had tried to get to her bed when he arrived at her place but hadn't quite made it. Of course, it hadn't helped matters any that she answered the door wearing only a thin white cotton robe and a smile or, for that matter, that he had stood on the other side of aforementioned door fresh from the gym in a muscle-shirt and track pants. So, instead there they lay in a tangled heap on the floor in the doorway, their upper bodies in her bedroom and their entwined legs jutting out into the hallway, Nick's pants still around his ankles, having gotten stuck on his shoes. It was quite an amusing sight.
Slowly the couple came back down from their endorphin high, their heart rates decelerating and body temperatures returning to normal, mingled sweat cooling on their skin. Sara sought Nick's right hand in her left and laced her fingers between his. He grinned and slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to look over at her. Her eyes were still closed but a small lazy smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"That was amazing Sar," he said quietly, his voice rough due to the strain his shouts of pleasure had caused minutes earlier.
She hummed softly in agreement and rolled towards him, throwing her leg over his hips and draping her arm across his chest. "Nicky, whoever the woman was that taught you how to do that - " she gestured with her hand in reference to what they had just done, " - deserves a medal. A Nobel prize even," she finished earnestly, nuzzling his neck.
Nick barked out laughter. "Um, I don't think they have a category for something quite like that darlin'," he drawled, dropping a kiss on the top of her head, his hand moving back and forth on her thigh, his other still holding hers between them.
"Well, they should," she replied adamantly, her fingers lightly scratching the 'treasure' trail of hair below his bellybutton and kissed his jaw. "Trust me."
"Okay, write them a letter," he murmured, smiling into her hair; the silky strands tickled his nose and its sweet scent tickled his senses.
"Don't think I won't," she replied rolling onto him, causing him to emit an exaggerated grunt. She heard it and shot him a glare. "Oh, come on! I'm not that heavy."
He rolled his eyes. "No, you're not heavy at all," he agreed tracing her pouting lips. "You have really pointy hip bones."
She feigned shock at his words and tickled his ribs. He giggled like a little boy and squirmed to get away but found he was trapped underneath her. He tried to pull off her assaulting hands but Sara was too fast and avoided him easily.
"S-Sara, s-s-stop," he begged, turning a cute shade of pink and trying now to roll her off but she wouldn't give.
"Stop what?" she asked innocently, loving the sound of his giggles. She let up briefly then went in again.
"No, don't!" he managed now howling laughter that caused tears to spring in his eyes. "D-don't! Ssstop!"
"'Don't stop? Okay!"
"No Sara, stop it please! Uncle!" he gasped out.
She finally slid her hands up to rest on his pecs. "Alright, but only if I can have a kiss," she grinned, her chin on hands.
He nodded and smiled, panting to catch his breath. Holding her face in his hands he raised his head to meet her lips. "You're cruel."
She giggled against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yeah, but you love it, and you know it."
"Yeah," he agreed quietly with a fond smile, laying his head back using her forearms like a pillow and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Their lips met again in a slow and sensuous kiss this time. He suckled her lower lip, biting it tenderly then soothed the bite with his tongue. Sara sighed and deepened the kiss, angling her head so she could further probe into Nick's mouth. He moaned softly and ran the tip of his tongue over the sexy gap in her teeth before tangling his tongue with hers and gently sucking it. Her fingers pushed into his thick hair, tugging lightly and her hips started to grind into him. His hands slid over her body, his fingertips delicately brushing from her upper arms to her shoulders, all the way down her back then he cupped her butt in his palms.
"Ow!" Sara broke the kiss abruptly.
"What?" Nick asked and froze, instantly alarmed. His dark eyes searched hers rapidly. "What's wrong Sara, did I hurt you?"
"No, no," she said shaking her head and planting an assuring peck on his lips, touched by his concern. She reached behind her and winced. "Well... not directly."
His eyes widened in fear. "What?! What the hell does that mean?!" His hands flew off her immediately and he tried to sit up.
"Relax Nick," she chuckled, pushing him back down. "I think I just have a slight case of rug-burn on my ass."
He blinked, her words taking a minute to register. He grinned, the grin turned into a chuckle then the chuckle escalated into a loud belly laugh. It was infectious and soon Sara was snorting rapid-fire laughter of her own, collapsing back onto his chest. Neither of them was able to stop for a good ten minutes as they clung helplessly to each other. Every time one of them would begin to calm down the other would start up again and they would both be gone. Finally when they were too weak to laugh any longer they wiped each other's tears away and kissed some more.
"Hoo-boy," Nick said breathlessly, looking up at Sara's wide gap-toothed grin. "I don't think I've ever laughed that hard in my life. My tummy hurts."
"Poor baby. Well, I for one am very glad that you find my ass so amusing," she replied, waggling her eyebrows and shimmying her hips.
"Oh, that I do," he said with a wicked grin of his own. He cleared his throat and put on a straight face, speaking in as serious a tone as he could. "But it is such a delicate commodity, this ass of yours Miss Sidle- " he carefully grabbed a butt cheek in each hand " -that we wouldn't want any permanent damage done now, would we? It is my professional opinion that it should be kissed better, immediately. By me."
He had her cracking up into a new fit of giggles. "Yes Dr. Nicky, I believe you're right."
He smiled and captured her lips again. "Sara?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"You called me 'Nicky'."
She grinned. "Yes, I did."
"You know what that does to me."
"Yes, I do."
She squealed in surprise when he suddenly sat up, never breaking their kiss when he reached around her to untie his shoes and remove them along with his socks, boxers and pants. He scooped her up and dropped them both on her bed, ever mindful of her poor rug-burned bum.
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A/N: Hee! They' re so damn cute. If I can see it, and you can all see it, why can't the writers?