Sara had certainly gotten the worst part of the bargain. She had flour in
her hair, up her nose, all over her face, and on her clothes, while Nick
had some on his face and only a little in his hair. Sara finally decided
that she needed a shower and Nick volunteered to clean up the kitchen and
order some take out.
By the time Sara emerged from the bathroom freshly showered and clad in a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt, Nick was arranging cartons of Chinese food on her coffee table. She eased herself onto the couch next to him and a smile flitted across her face as she noticed he still had traces of flour in his hair. She reached up and tried to dust it out with her fingers. "There's still a little in your hair."
"I think it's pretty much stuck there until I take a shower." Nick handed her a plate and grinned. "I noticed that it sort of turns glue-like when it gets wet."
Sara giggled as she noticed several globs which had formed in his hair. "Why do you think I took so long in the shower?"
Nick looked at her a little sheepishly. "I'm sorry, that must have been a pain in the ass to get out of your hair."
She smirked and pointed to the food. "Eat. We still have some talking to do."
He grabbed a carton of sweet and sour pork and started eating. "What do you want to talk about?"
Sara rolled her eyes and swatted at him. "You know very well what we need to talk about. For starters, what are we going to tell people at work?"
He chuckled. "We could just tell them we're dating. Or we could tell them nothing and let them figure it out on their own."
"Oh, that sounds like a great idea." Sara couldn't hide the sarcasm in her voice. "Let's just let them come up with their own story and spread rumors."
"Ok, we'll tell them we're dating then." Nick took another bite of food.
Sara was quiet for a moment. "So, can we define 'dating'?"
Nick smiled at her. "Sara, what do you need me to tell you? If you're not ok with this, we don't have to date each other, but like I said before, I'm not sure I'm satisfied with being just your friend anymore."
She nervously bit at her lip before speaking. "It's not that, I just don't want them to know about how we ended up together. It's bad enough that they all seem to know I got drunk."
"You worry too much about what other people think, Sar." Nick gently chided her. "Regardless of what you tell people, they're still going to talk."
Sara was quiet for a moment. "So define 'dating'."
Nick chuckled at her insistence and slung his arm over her shoulder. "Dating. Well, it's a lot like friendship, only with friendship we don't get to do this." He cupped her cheek and leaned over and softly kissed her. As he broke the kiss he smiled. "Does than answer your question?"
There was a hint of amusement and warning in her voice. "Nick."
"Apparently not." He leaned in and kissed her again, this time deeper and more insistent.
Sara whimpered and returned the kiss with equal fervor. As they finally broke apart, Sara put her fingers on Nick's lips as she tried to catch her breath. "This is just so risky, Nick."
He smiled and reached up and took her hand away from his mouth, holding it in his own. "Life is risky, Sara. There aren't any guarantees. Sure we don't know where this might go, but then how are we going to know if we don't try?"
"I'm scared." Sara confessed, biting her lower lip.
Nick smiled. "So am I."
Sara's eyebrows shot up. "You are?"
Nick nodded. "You're one of my best friends, Sara, but like I said before, I don't think I can be satisfied with just being your friend any more."
"Can we still just hang out and talk?" Sara was worried that once they'd crossed that line that there was a danger in getting caught up in the physical element of their relationship and she was afraid of losing her friend.
Nick grinned. "Sara, that's one of the best things about this, I don't want to give up our friendship, but kissing you is like putting icing on an incredible cake."
"Just not when I'm covered in flour." Sara smirked.
"You did look pretty cute, but the flour didn't taste too good." Nick quipped.
Sara smiled. "You know, it's not that I'm opposed to sleeping with you."
"Good, because we've already slept together, it's just the sex part that we didn't get to enjoy." Nick replied with a grin.
She elbowed him. "You didn't let me finish."
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Sorry."
She looked at him with a more serious expression. "It's just that I really like talking to you and hanging out with you and being goofy sometimes. I don't want to lose what makes being with you so much fun."
Nick tightened his arm around her shoulder. "Neither do I, Sara."
"Good." Sara leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled. "So, we're dating then. How are we going to tell everyone?"
"We could just tell Greg." Nick's voice held a hint of teasing.
Sara smirked. "That would certainly be faster than the PA system."
Nick laughed for a moment and then furrowed his brow. "Hey, we probably should tell Gris. I mean, he is our boss."
Sara groaned. "I'll let you tell him."
"You're not afraid of him are you?" Nick teased.
She smirked again. "No, but I still don't want to be the one to tell him."
Nick pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Ok, I'll tell him, but you have to come with me."
"Deal." Sara agreed.
Nick leaned over and kissed her softly, he smiled as he pulled away. "You taste a lot better without flour all over your face."
She giggled and leaned up to kiss him again. "So do you."
By the time Sara emerged from the bathroom freshly showered and clad in a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt, Nick was arranging cartons of Chinese food on her coffee table. She eased herself onto the couch next to him and a smile flitted across her face as she noticed he still had traces of flour in his hair. She reached up and tried to dust it out with her fingers. "There's still a little in your hair."
"I think it's pretty much stuck there until I take a shower." Nick handed her a plate and grinned. "I noticed that it sort of turns glue-like when it gets wet."
Sara giggled as she noticed several globs which had formed in his hair. "Why do you think I took so long in the shower?"
Nick looked at her a little sheepishly. "I'm sorry, that must have been a pain in the ass to get out of your hair."
She smirked and pointed to the food. "Eat. We still have some talking to do."
He grabbed a carton of sweet and sour pork and started eating. "What do you want to talk about?"
Sara rolled her eyes and swatted at him. "You know very well what we need to talk about. For starters, what are we going to tell people at work?"
He chuckled. "We could just tell them we're dating. Or we could tell them nothing and let them figure it out on their own."
"Oh, that sounds like a great idea." Sara couldn't hide the sarcasm in her voice. "Let's just let them come up with their own story and spread rumors."
"Ok, we'll tell them we're dating then." Nick took another bite of food.
Sara was quiet for a moment. "So, can we define 'dating'?"
Nick smiled at her. "Sara, what do you need me to tell you? If you're not ok with this, we don't have to date each other, but like I said before, I'm not sure I'm satisfied with being just your friend anymore."
She nervously bit at her lip before speaking. "It's not that, I just don't want them to know about how we ended up together. It's bad enough that they all seem to know I got drunk."
"You worry too much about what other people think, Sar." Nick gently chided her. "Regardless of what you tell people, they're still going to talk."
Sara was quiet for a moment. "So define 'dating'."
Nick chuckled at her insistence and slung his arm over her shoulder. "Dating. Well, it's a lot like friendship, only with friendship we don't get to do this." He cupped her cheek and leaned over and softly kissed her. As he broke the kiss he smiled. "Does than answer your question?"
There was a hint of amusement and warning in her voice. "Nick."
"Apparently not." He leaned in and kissed her again, this time deeper and more insistent.
Sara whimpered and returned the kiss with equal fervor. As they finally broke apart, Sara put her fingers on Nick's lips as she tried to catch her breath. "This is just so risky, Nick."
He smiled and reached up and took her hand away from his mouth, holding it in his own. "Life is risky, Sara. There aren't any guarantees. Sure we don't know where this might go, but then how are we going to know if we don't try?"
"I'm scared." Sara confessed, biting her lower lip.
Nick smiled. "So am I."
Sara's eyebrows shot up. "You are?"
Nick nodded. "You're one of my best friends, Sara, but like I said before, I don't think I can be satisfied with just being your friend any more."
"Can we still just hang out and talk?" Sara was worried that once they'd crossed that line that there was a danger in getting caught up in the physical element of their relationship and she was afraid of losing her friend.
Nick grinned. "Sara, that's one of the best things about this, I don't want to give up our friendship, but kissing you is like putting icing on an incredible cake."
"Just not when I'm covered in flour." Sara smirked.
"You did look pretty cute, but the flour didn't taste too good." Nick quipped.
Sara smiled. "You know, it's not that I'm opposed to sleeping with you."
"Good, because we've already slept together, it's just the sex part that we didn't get to enjoy." Nick replied with a grin.
She elbowed him. "You didn't let me finish."
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Sorry."
She looked at him with a more serious expression. "It's just that I really like talking to you and hanging out with you and being goofy sometimes. I don't want to lose what makes being with you so much fun."
Nick tightened his arm around her shoulder. "Neither do I, Sara."
"Good." Sara leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled. "So, we're dating then. How are we going to tell everyone?"
"We could just tell Greg." Nick's voice held a hint of teasing.
Sara smirked. "That would certainly be faster than the PA system."
Nick laughed for a moment and then furrowed his brow. "Hey, we probably should tell Gris. I mean, he is our boss."
Sara groaned. "I'll let you tell him."
"You're not afraid of him are you?" Nick teased.
She smirked again. "No, but I still don't want to be the one to tell him."
Nick pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Ok, I'll tell him, but you have to come with me."
"Deal." Sara agreed.
Nick leaned over and kissed her softly, he smiled as he pulled away. "You taste a lot better without flour all over your face."
She giggled and leaned up to kiss him again. "So do you."
