"Are you sure that you're not going to tell me what it looks like?" Nick
teased as he pinned Sara to the floor.
She giggled. "No way. You're going to have to wait until Saturday."
Nick leaned down and kissed her. As he pulled away he grinned. "What about now?"
She shook her head. "You're going to have to do a whole lot better than that, baby."
He waggled his eyebrows at her and leaned down and kissed her again, deepening it and doing a thorough exploration of her mouth with his tongue before pulling away. "Can you give me a little hint?"
Sara smirked breathing heavily. "It's a dress, Nick." She pushed him off of her and rolled over onto her side, leaning in and kissing him.
"I know it's a dress, but what does it look like." Nick murmured against her lips.
"Uh, uh." Sara smiled against his lips and pushed him onto his back.
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Is it sexy?"
Sara chuckled and pulled herself onto his chest, leaning down and letting her lips hover a fraction of an inch from his. "Chelsea thinks that you'll want to get me out of it pretty fast."
Nick closed his eyes and groaned, sliding his fingers into Sara's hair and pulling her into a searing kiss. When he finally released her, they were both a bit breathless.
"Now that's a kiss." Sara grinned, her voice husky. She leaned down and kissed him again.
Nick slid his arms around her waist. As they broke the kiss he looked at her hopefully. "Are you going to tell me now?"
"You just won't give up, will you?" Sara pursed her lips in amusement.
Nick shook his head, grinning. "Uh, uh. Not when I know what I want."
Sara raised her eyebrow seductively. "I don't either."
Nick looked amused. "Oh? And exactly what do you want?"
She arched her brows and giggled. "I think you know."
"Hmm." Nick tried to restrain a grin as he slid his hands down to her butt and pulled her astride him. "Are you going to tell me what it is?"
Sara shook her head, having a difficult time not smiling as she leaned down and kissed him. Her hands began tugging his shirt out of his jeans.
Nick slid one of his hands up the back of her shirt and then realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He let out a deep moan against her mouth and grabbed the hem of her shirt and began pulling it upward.
Neither one of them noticed that the door to the apartment had open until Chelsea cleared her throat. "Sorry to interrupt."
Nick and Sara pulled apart and glanced over toward the door where Chelsea stood with her back to them. Nick was mildly amused. "What do you need, Chels, uh, we're sort of busy here."
Sara swatted at Nick as color rushed into her cheeks.
"Ouch." Nick looked at Sara and tried not to laugh at her embarrassment.
Chelsea was clearly amused by the tone of her voice. "Uh, your friend Warrick is on the phone."
"Why didn't he call us on the line down here?" Nick queried.
"Uh, he said he was getting a busy signal." Chelsea replied chuckling.
Nick glanced over at the phone and noticed that it was off the hook and face down on the couch, realizing that he and Sara must have knocked it off when he wrestled her to the ground trying to get her to tell him about the dress. "Uh, it's off the hook."
Sara righted her shirt and pulled herself off of Nick and walked over to where Chelsea was holding the cordless phone over her shoulder. "Thanks."
Chelsea turned around and smirked. "You two might want to lock the door when you're in here so the kids don't walk in on you. I don't think I'm quite ready to explain the birds and the bees to Fiona yet."
Sara blushed and took the phone. "Uh, hey, Warrick."
Warrick was laughing. "I didn't interrupt anything did I?"
Sara tried to ignore his comment and just smiled. "So when does your flight get in?"
Warrick continued laughing. "So I did."
Sara felt her cheeks burning a little as she asked the question again. "What was the flight number?"
He chuckled. "I'm leaving right after shift, so I should be getting in around 11:00am. Oh, and I'm flying Delta."
She smiled. "We'll pick you up at the airport." She glanced over at Nick who had pulled himself off of the floor and now had his hand extended. "Hey, Nick wants to talk to you."
Nick took the phone from her hand and grinned as he spoke into the receiver. "Hey, man, I'm glad you're coming."
"Wouldn't miss it." Warrick chuckled again. "So, I take it I interrupted you and Sara."
Nick grinned at Sara as he talked. "Yes, you did."
"She's embarrassed isn't she?" Warrick concluded.
"Yes, she is." Nick continued grinning.
"Do you need me to pick anything up at your house before I come out there?" Warrick queried.
"Nah, I think I'm set." Nick replied. "So, Sara and I will pick you up at the airport and don't worry, we've got you set up for a place to stay."
"Alright then. Hey, I've got to get to work. See you guys tomorrow. Uh, I'll let you and Sara get back to what you were doing." He sounded amused.
Nick chuckled. "Later, man." He pushed the end button on the phone and handed it back to Chelsea who had been standing there the entire time. "You need something, Chels?"
She smirked. "Mom and Dad wanted you to call them about the rehearsal dinner, but I'm sure they'd understand if I called back and let them know you were busy doing something else."
Nick ran his fingers through his hair and smirked back. "I'll call."
"Nick was just trying to get me to tell him what the dress looked like." Sara explained, turning a little red.
Chelsea smiled in amusement. "Oh, I bet he was."
She giggled. "No way. You're going to have to wait until Saturday."
Nick leaned down and kissed her. As he pulled away he grinned. "What about now?"
She shook her head. "You're going to have to do a whole lot better than that, baby."
He waggled his eyebrows at her and leaned down and kissed her again, deepening it and doing a thorough exploration of her mouth with his tongue before pulling away. "Can you give me a little hint?"
Sara smirked breathing heavily. "It's a dress, Nick." She pushed him off of her and rolled over onto her side, leaning in and kissing him.
"I know it's a dress, but what does it look like." Nick murmured against her lips.
"Uh, uh." Sara smiled against his lips and pushed him onto his back.
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Is it sexy?"
Sara chuckled and pulled herself onto his chest, leaning down and letting her lips hover a fraction of an inch from his. "Chelsea thinks that you'll want to get me out of it pretty fast."
Nick closed his eyes and groaned, sliding his fingers into Sara's hair and pulling her into a searing kiss. When he finally released her, they were both a bit breathless.
"Now that's a kiss." Sara grinned, her voice husky. She leaned down and kissed him again.
Nick slid his arms around her waist. As they broke the kiss he looked at her hopefully. "Are you going to tell me now?"
"You just won't give up, will you?" Sara pursed her lips in amusement.
Nick shook his head, grinning. "Uh, uh. Not when I know what I want."
Sara raised her eyebrow seductively. "I don't either."
Nick looked amused. "Oh? And exactly what do you want?"
She arched her brows and giggled. "I think you know."
"Hmm." Nick tried to restrain a grin as he slid his hands down to her butt and pulled her astride him. "Are you going to tell me what it is?"
Sara shook her head, having a difficult time not smiling as she leaned down and kissed him. Her hands began tugging his shirt out of his jeans.
Nick slid one of his hands up the back of her shirt and then realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He let out a deep moan against her mouth and grabbed the hem of her shirt and began pulling it upward.
Neither one of them noticed that the door to the apartment had open until Chelsea cleared her throat. "Sorry to interrupt."
Nick and Sara pulled apart and glanced over toward the door where Chelsea stood with her back to them. Nick was mildly amused. "What do you need, Chels, uh, we're sort of busy here."
Sara swatted at Nick as color rushed into her cheeks.
"Ouch." Nick looked at Sara and tried not to laugh at her embarrassment.
Chelsea was clearly amused by the tone of her voice. "Uh, your friend Warrick is on the phone."
"Why didn't he call us on the line down here?" Nick queried.
"Uh, he said he was getting a busy signal." Chelsea replied chuckling.
Nick glanced over at the phone and noticed that it was off the hook and face down on the couch, realizing that he and Sara must have knocked it off when he wrestled her to the ground trying to get her to tell him about the dress. "Uh, it's off the hook."
Sara righted her shirt and pulled herself off of Nick and walked over to where Chelsea was holding the cordless phone over her shoulder. "Thanks."
Chelsea turned around and smirked. "You two might want to lock the door when you're in here so the kids don't walk in on you. I don't think I'm quite ready to explain the birds and the bees to Fiona yet."
Sara blushed and took the phone. "Uh, hey, Warrick."
Warrick was laughing. "I didn't interrupt anything did I?"
Sara tried to ignore his comment and just smiled. "So when does your flight get in?"
Warrick continued laughing. "So I did."
Sara felt her cheeks burning a little as she asked the question again. "What was the flight number?"
He chuckled. "I'm leaving right after shift, so I should be getting in around 11:00am. Oh, and I'm flying Delta."
She smiled. "We'll pick you up at the airport." She glanced over at Nick who had pulled himself off of the floor and now had his hand extended. "Hey, Nick wants to talk to you."
Nick took the phone from her hand and grinned as he spoke into the receiver. "Hey, man, I'm glad you're coming."
"Wouldn't miss it." Warrick chuckled again. "So, I take it I interrupted you and Sara."
Nick grinned at Sara as he talked. "Yes, you did."
"She's embarrassed isn't she?" Warrick concluded.
"Yes, she is." Nick continued grinning.
"Do you need me to pick anything up at your house before I come out there?" Warrick queried.
"Nah, I think I'm set." Nick replied. "So, Sara and I will pick you up at the airport and don't worry, we've got you set up for a place to stay."
"Alright then. Hey, I've got to get to work. See you guys tomorrow. Uh, I'll let you and Sara get back to what you were doing." He sounded amused.
Nick chuckled. "Later, man." He pushed the end button on the phone and handed it back to Chelsea who had been standing there the entire time. "You need something, Chels?"
She smirked. "Mom and Dad wanted you to call them about the rehearsal dinner, but I'm sure they'd understand if I called back and let them know you were busy doing something else."
Nick ran his fingers through his hair and smirked back. "I'll call."
"Nick was just trying to get me to tell him what the dress looked like." Sara explained, turning a little red.
Chelsea smiled in amusement. "Oh, I bet he was."