A/N: Okay well, I honestly had full intentions of keeping this story a clean little PG-13, but thanks to certain people's influence *cough*SASKIA*cough* and requests, I have been drawn to the Dark Side. This is now rated R for a reason. If sexual content offends you... tough! 'Cause this chapter's loaded with it!!! MWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!... you've been warned...
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Chapter 6 – The Token Clichéd Love Scene
Nick was quick to divest Sara of the rest of her clothing, tossing them impatiently to the living room floor. His mouth and hands were in constant motion, moving attentively from one bit of Sara skin to another, encouraged by the soft sounds emitting from her lips. And as Sara had become accustomed to, he was talking to her, murmuring and whispering an endless string of sweet words as he kissed and caressed. The sound of his husky drawl just served to heighten the sensations he was igniting all through her body.
"God Sara you're beautiful taste so sweet I can't get enough of you your skin's so soft youfeelsodamngood baby so beautiful," he rambled softly, his mouth traveling up and down her neck, over her chest, licking and nipping and kissing and sucking, marking her flawless skin.
Nick paused his monologue long enough to latch onto her right breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and gently worrying it between his teeth. Sara let out a soft cry and arched beneath him, her hands forming fists in his hair. He released her nipple then continued his mumbling on the way to the other one, this time encircling it with his lips and flicking ever so lightly with his tongue. She moaned his name and her hips bucked impatiently.
"You're so gorgeous Sar I want you so badly make me so hot," he picked up right where he left off, now making his way down her abdomen leaving moist glistening trails on her skin while his hands traveled down her sides, lightly scratched her hip bones and slid along her inner thighs. "Sodamnbeautiful I wanna see you I wanna see you comeformebaby-"
"God, yes," Sara whimpered, her head rolling back onto the arm of the couch and she closed her eyes, panting in anticipation for what she knew was about to happen and listened to the soothing monotone of his voice. "Yes Nicky..."
His lips had reached her navel and he dipped his tongue inside, never ceasing his running commentary. "You're so beautiful when you come I love seeing you come and know it's because of me love making you come IloveyouSara you're so-"
Sara's eyes snapped open and she jerked her head up. "What?!"
"Huh?" Nick reluctantly lifted his head, obviously confused.
She stared back speechlessly, breathing hard, unsure of what she had just heard. Nick's eyebrows had raised and he looked as though he thought Sara had lost her mind. Then his eyes went wide, his entire face slowly slackened, and his jaw hung open as realization struck.
He said the first intelligent thing that came to mind. "Uh..."
Sara propped herself up on her elbows, scooting back a bit and searched his face, disbelief written all over her own. "Did... did you just say... Nick, do you love me?"
He suddenly felt very self-conscious and dropped his eyes. Yes he had said the words, he thought they both knew that, but he had been a little 'preoccupied', for lack of a better word, and she was obviously questioning their sincerity. He swallowed hard and licked his lips then raised his dark eyes to hers again, studying her but remaining silent. What if his reply pushed her away? Granted they had only started things as casual, but this could change everything; this could ruin everything. He couldn't bear to lose her, not now, not after having her like this. She'd been his best friend for so long and was the one person in the world he felt he truly could not live without.
Sara felt as though her heart was going to beat right out of her chest, terrified about what his answer would be, that it would be the wrong one... Never in her wildest dreams had she expected them to come to this, especially not so soon after it had begun and she wasn't sure her heart could take such a burden, not again.
They stared at each other silently, both of them pleading for the right answer.
Nick finally found his voice, though it came out hoarse. "Sara..."
Her heart sank immediately and she felt the prick of tears behind her eyes. "Nick, please, I can't-"
"Yes."
His response startled them both and they once again found themselves locked in a silent staring contest. Sara's tears finally fell.
"I..." she started, shaking her head slowly back and forth. Her lips moved but she couldn't find her voice to speak.
"Shh, shh, it's okay," Nick whispered, crawling back up and turning them on their sides so they were face to face. Tenderly he touched her face and held her in his arms. "It's okay Sar, please don't cry. You don't have to say anything."
"But I want to," she protested, wiping her cheeks. She gazed at his face, her eyes caressing each known feature. She noticed tears had welled in his eyes too and she reached to brush them away.
"I'm sorry," he whispered closing his tormented eyes, his fear of rejection consuming him.
"No," she said softly, her hand still on his cheek. "Tell me."
He looked at her puzzled and felt as though he couldn't breath but did his best to do as she asked. "I... I love you Sara."
For a heart-stopping moment she didn't say anything then a slow smile spread over her face. "I'm so in love with you."
Nick's breath came out in a surprised whoosh as though someone had just sucker-punched him in the gut. "Y-you are?"
She nodded, new tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes.
"Oh, thank God... That is not at all what I was expecting," he confessed, heaving a giant shaky sigh of relief.
"I can tell," she giggled, touching the side of his face. She leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Boy, we could've spared ourselves a lot of grief just now if we'd only been honest from the get go, huh?" he said giving her his endearing crooked grin. She laughed and nodded, kissing him again.
"I love you," he whispered, the words he'd held back for so long now tumbling so freely and easily from his mouth.
"I love you, too."
Nick smiled and kissed her passionately, pulling her even closer to him. His hands began to roam again, touching everywhere he could reach, her hair, her face, her throat, her breasts, her back. She moaned softly into his mouth, sucking his tongue like a piece of candy. Her fingers scratched light trails down his torso to his belt, tugging it loose so she could undo his fly. He groaned deeply when her hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, and two of his fingers found their way to her sex, making slow gentle circles. She cried out briefly before he cut her off, taking her mouth again. Shoving his pesky jeans and underwear down she began alternately stroking and squeezing him, constantly changing her speed and pressure until he was panting and trembling with desire.
"Sara please," he gasped against her lips. "I can't... take much more..."
She smiled and released him after one last stroke then pushed his shoulder until he rolled onto his back. He looked up at her, his head and shoulders propped against the armrest, a vivid flush on his cheeks and a fierce lust for her burning brightly in his eyes as she straddled him. She leaned forward to kiss him deeply, bracing herself on his shoulders as his hands went to her waist and pulled her down to join them. They both moaned at the overload of sensation, pausing to let themselves adjust, then slowly she started to rock her hips.
Soon her pace quickened, and she was writhing against him with abandon, meeting his now sporadic thrusts. Suddenly she arched backwards, her eyes closed and mouth opened in a silent scream, her hands gripping his shoulders as her climax exploded through her. Nick gasped at the beautiful sight of her passion before him and it triggered his own release. Sara recovered enough to watch his face contort as though he were in pain, his eyes squeezing shut and a loud ragged cry escaped him as he pushed into her as deep as he could one last time before collapsing, totally spent. She leaned forward for one more breathless kiss then laid her head on his chest, their exhausted and deliciously sore bodies trembling and shuddering with aftershocks as they slowly recuperated.
Nick's fingertips traced light patterns on Sara's back and he kissed the top of her head. "I think you just knocked about three years off my life darlin'."
She laughed in agreement. "And just when I was begging to think it couldn't possibly get any better."
"Goddamn Sidle, if I had known that that's what your reaction would be to me professing my love, I tell you what, I would have done it a hell of a lot sooner."
"Oh really?" she giggled, kissing his collarbone. "How much sooner?" She tilted her head to look up at him.
He gazed at her and let his thumb brush over her cheek. "The moment I met you."
She blushed, a little flustered. "Well, that might have been a little awkward, what with it being in a hotel parking lot full of tourists gawking at dummies and Grissom being there and all-"
"Sara," he said softly, stopping her rant. "I'm serious."
"I know you are," she said after a moment, tracing his lips. "You've really known that long?"
"Yeah, I think so," he drawled with a lopsided grin. "On some level or another. And it's okay if you didn't always feel the same way."
She dropped her eyes and her words came out in a rush. "I guess I was just always so hung up on Grissom and..." she trailed off and shrugged.
"Hey, I said it's okay," he said softly, cupping the side of her face. "All that matters is right now Sar. You and me."
She studied him and wondered how she could have possibly not seen how wonderful he was all that time. "I love you."
He grinned, combing his fingers through her chestnut hair. "You mentioned that."
She gave him a grin of her own and put her hand on the back of his neck, fingers playing with his short hair, and kissed him again. They were both enjoying their slow lazy kisses tremendously when the phone on the table beside the couch started to ring.
"Leave it," Nick pouted but she pushed his face away playfully and reached for the cordless behind his head.
"Hello?" Her eyes flew to his and widened. "Hey, Griss."
Nick glanced at his watch and saw that they were nearly twenty minutes late for work. He cursed under his breath and sat up quickly, nearly sending her tumbling to the floor. He caught her at the last minute and winced in apology but she hardly noticed as she listened to what Grissom was saying. She caught Nick's eye and mouthed "Oh shit!" then pushed herself off of him to try and assemble all her scattered clothing.
"Um, no, I'm not sick," Sara was saying, struggling to put on her underwear with one hand. "I just uh..." She wobbled, almost lost her balance then steadied herself. "I just um... My truck has a flat tire!" she said, an almost victorious note in her voice. "Yes, my Denali's got a flat."
Nick peeked at her and gave her two thumbs up from behind the sofa where he was on his hands and knees looking for his socks. He found her bra instead and slingshot it to her, the garment flying delicately through the air until she grabbed it deftly and quickly put it on. She began making affirmative, albeit muffled noises – as she was now stuck in her t-shirt – in all the right places as Grissom explained a new theory he wanted to pursue for the case they were working. Nick came to her rescue, holding the phone to her ear while she pulled her shirt on all the way. She took it back smiling appreciatively and he winked, moving off in search of his belt.
"Yeah, uh-huh, okay, that's sounds great," she said, hopping up and down while she tugged her jeans on. "Well, I'm sorry we're late but we'll be in soon."
Nick whirled around in the process of putting his shirt back on and nearly knocked a lamp over. Catching it he gaped at her, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
"WE?!" he hissed, and by the horrified expression on her face Grissom had caught her little slip too.
Sara's mouth moved up and down silently for a few seconds, and Nick could practically see the gears in her brain working while she tried to figure out just how the heck she was going to get herself out of that one. Then a light bulb appeared over her head.
"Um, yeah, Nick and I. He's here," she admitted, catching his eye.
Nick almost fainted. He was a dead man. Grissom would kill him, most likely with bugs... He began massaging his temples, muttering something about the Witness Protection Program.
"Yeah, I called him and asked him to give me a lift into work," Sara explained matter-of-factly, gesturing like it was the most obvious justification in the world.
Nick ceased debating fleeing to Canada (he figured they had fewer deadly insects than Mexico) and emitted a sigh of relief, puffing his cheeks out and slouching against the wall.
"Okay Griss, see you soon." The phone beeped as she hung up and she curtseyed. "And the Oscar goes to..."
"Lord, that was close," Nick chuckled, shaking his head. "Too close."
She frowned, crossing her arms over her breasts. "What, are you saying you don't ever want people to know about us?"
"Of course that's not what I'm saying babe," Nick said, doing up his shirt.
"What then?" she asked, her tone softening at his use of the nickname.
He chuckled. "Grissom may not be in love with you Sara, but that doesn't mean he isn't extremely over-protective. If he found out about us like that, he'd have me drawn and quartered then would scatter my remains all over the Mojave dessert."
"Over exaggerating just a touch don't you think?" she asked, raising an amused eyebrow as she checked her appearance the large framed mirror above the fireplace and smoothed her hair.
"Maybe," he allowed, following her to the front door. "Chopping me up and feeding me to his racing roaches is probably more his style."
She laughed as she slid into her leather jacket and grabbed her keys off the counter. Nick put his own jacket on and stooped to tie his laces. Sara bent over to pull on her shoes and winced.
"You okay?" he asked, glancing up at her.
"Uh-huh, just a little sore," she said, standing straight and giving him a knowing smile.
He frowned and nodded towards the couch. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
"No, Nick," she said rolling her eyes and ruffling his hair. "It just seems like I've had more sex in the past twelve hours than I have in the past twelve years. A little discomfort is to be expected."
Nick chuckled and pulled her into his arms as he stood, just hugging her for a minute. "I'm going to miss you tonight baby," he murmured, burying his face in her neck.
"What are you talking about?" she asked puzzled. "We're most likely going to be together all shift."
"Not like this," he said softly, pulling back to trail his fingers over her eyebrow and down her cheek, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. He broke away gently. "I love you."
She smiled, showing the gap in her teeth. "Yeah, you mentioned that."
He grinned and pulled her into another kiss. "I guess we should go," he mumbled, making a less than valiant effort to leave, and kissed her again.
"We really should," she agreed, but before she knew it his lips were covering hers yet again and his hands had slid to her butt. "Nick..."
"Okay, okay," he said, releasing her but ducking in for another kiss.
"You are impossible," she laughed against his mouth, reaching past him to open the door and ushering him out.
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A/N: Okay I don't know when I became such a sap but there you have it. I have ideas for at least another couple chapters, so keep an eye out. ;)