"Sara, I'm home." Nick called out as he walked through the door of the condo. He set his keys and cell phone down and sifted through the mail as he kicked his shoes off. "Something smells good."

"Hey, baby, how was shift?" Sara called out from the kitchen.

There was something in her voice that made Nick look over and then stop in his tracks.

Sara raised a single eyebrow at him and smiled devilishly. "Hungry?"

Nick just stood there staring at her. From his vantage point from across the counter, it appeared that Sara was wearing a strategically placed bibbed apron and not much else.

She smirked. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Nick's mouth moved open and closed like a fish for a few seconds before he found his words. They came out in sort of a squeak. "You've been cooking."

She chuckled. "Yes, I have, and I think you're going to like dessert." She raised both eyebrows to let him know what she was implying. "But you have to eat dinner first."

Nick swallowed hard. Shift had felt especially long and he had wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Sara and kiss her senseless. There was just something about the fact that she was going to be the mother of his children that turned him on. "What are we having?"

She smiled a little too innocently. "Eggplant Parmesan."

He grinned. "Sounds good."

She chuckled. "Well, we'd better eat soon because I'm afraid that if we wait too long, the window of time that this smells good will expire."

"What can I do to help?" Nick could not keep his eyes off of Sara.

She noticed his expression and grinned. "Nothing. Just sit down."

Nick obediently sat down at the table, noticing that she'd already set it and lit a few candles. As she rounded the corner from the kitchen Nick noticed that all Sara was wearing were his favorite pair of jeans and the apron. Nick continued watching Sara as she sat down across from him and started to laugh at him. He raised his eyebrows at her quizzically.

"Nick, eat." She grinned at him as if her dressing like that was an everyday occurrence.

He speared a piece of the eggplant and hardly tasted it as his eyes were fixed on her. He grinned. "You're trying to torture me, aren't you?"

Sara raised an eyebrow. "Torture."

He nodded, still grinning. "Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?"

She smirked as she ate another bite of her food. "Does this mean that I need to block the food network if this is what an apron does to you?"

"Trust me, honey, it's not the apron that's turning me on." He took another bite of his meal and shifted slightly in his seat trying to find a more comfortable position since his jeans were starting to feel a little tight.

Sara tried to stifle a grin. She made a mental note to thank Catherine later for her ingenious idea of how she could give Nick his jeans back. "Uh, is everything ok, baby? You're looking a little flushed."

Nick took another bite of the eggplant. His voice was a little strained as he answered her. "Everything's fine."

She grinned as Nick finished off the eggplant on his plate. "Do you want seconds?"

The expression that crossed Nick's face reminded Sara of a little boy pleading for a puppy. "No, I'm good." He continued to watch every bite that went into her mouth.

Sara watched him and purposely ate slowly. "You sure you don't want more. I made plenty."

Nick shook his head. "I'm more interested in dessert."

Sara ate the last of the eggplant on her plate. "I'm just going to clean up."

Nick wasn't sure he could handle any more of this. "Sara." There was definitely a whine in his voice.

"What?" She feigned innocence. "If I don't put it away now, who knows what the smell will do to my stomach later."

Nick closed his eyes and let out a groan. "Let me help."

Sara smiled. "No, honey, I just want you to relax."

Nick's voice wavered as Sara leaned over and picked up his plate, giving him a nice view of what the apron was covering up. "Sara."

She simply smiled and turned with plates in hand and went into the kitchen, rinsing the dishes before putting them into the dishwasher. She then took her time putting away the leftover food, watching Nick out of the corner of her eye.

Nick on the other hand was having a difficult time keeping things under control. He knew exactly what would make him relax and sitting in that chair wasn't it. He gingerly stood up and looked over at Sara. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do to help?"

Noticing his discomfort, Sara decided to take a little pity on him. "I'm done here, do you want dessert?"

Nick closed his eyes and groaned again. "Sara, you have no idea how much I want you right now."

She smiled. "Meet me in the bedroom, your children are stepping on my bladder."

Nick didn't need any further encouragement. By the time he reached the bedroom door, he was clad only in his boxers.

When Sara entered their bedroom a few minutes later she grinned at him. She was still wearing the apron and his jeans, and as she made her way over toward the bed, Nick stood up and pulled her into a hungry kiss.

He murmured against her mouth. "You are far too overdressed." He began to plant kisses against her neck.

"I thought maybe I could let you have your jeans back since my shopping trip was so successful." Sara murmured back.

Nick chuckled against her neck as he made quick work of the apron and pulled her back with him onto the bed. The remaining articles of clothes found their way to the floor as Sara helped Nick relieve some of the tension that had built up during dinner.

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Nick lay there with a huge grin on his face and Sara perched on her forearms across his chest. "That was some kind of damn exquisite torture, babe."

Sara chuckled. "So I take it the apron was a good idea then."

He looked at her with disbelief. "Hell, yeah."

She pulled herself more fully on top of him and leaned down, her lips a fraction of an inch from his. "I'll have to thank Catherine for the idea."

Nick raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

Sara leaned down and kissed him, pulling back and grinning. "How would you feel about seconds?"

Nick grabbed her butt and rolled them over, looking into her eyes with a grin. "Might even have to have thirds or fourths."