If regret could have been measured tangibly, Sara was sure that it would
have weighed a ton had she and Nick thrown their lot in together after what
had happened between them in the shower. It was bad enough that she'd had
a bad night, but then she had to make an error in judgement in her
carefully controlled world by purposely walking in on him in the shower and
the icing on the cake was handing him a lemon to scrub her down with
afterward. That had led to a second encounter.
She spent the rest of shift as far away from him as possible as she tried to sort her thoughts. He had suggested that they talk about it. As if 'it' was an adequate name for what had transpired in the shower. Hell the two of them had been flirting shamelessly for three and a half years, her obsession with Grissom aside, and in one moment all of the sexual tension that had been building between them had combusted in the shower.
She was sure that he would regret it, or just add her to the many women that he had bedded over his lifetime. She was sure that to Nick Stokes, she was just another fuck in a long line. But, oh, how good it had felt. She was sure she had never had a partner who knew what he was doing as much as Nick did. But now he wanted to talk and she was dreading it. Not that it didn't need to be done, but why couldn't they just chalk it up to a one time, ok a two time encounter and leave it alone? She didn't want it to affect their friendship, but in reality, it was a little late for that.
They'd agreed to go to his townhouse after shift, he said he'd make breakfast and they'd talk. For some reason, the clock seemed to move slower and Sara had worked herself up with worry by the time shift was over. She tried to act as casually as possible as she followed Nick out to the parking lot. No reason to arouse suspicion in any of their coworkers. Just two friends having breakfast, nothing they hadn't done before. She followed him in her Denali and pulled in alongside his into his driveway.
He flashed her a grin, she assumed it was to try and put her at ease, but Sara had a sinking feeling that she wasn't going to enjoy the conversation. She hardly ate anything, and tried to avoid making eye contact with Nick as they ate. She knew he was studying her and had picked up on her nervousness. When she'd eaten a sufficient amount to pass for a meal, she pushed her plate back and let out a sigh. She watched as Nick finished his meal and when he was done, she reached for his plate. "The least I can do is wash the dishes since you cooked."
Before Nick could say anything in protest, Sara was on her feet, their plates in hand heading towards the kitchen sink. He trailed behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders as he came up behind her.
Sara nearly flew out of her skin.
"Tense?" Nick observed.
Sara forced a smile as she glanced over her shoulder. "Sorry."
Nick shook his head. "No need to be sorry." He studied her for a moment. "Sara, why don't you let me massage your shoulders, you need to relax; I'm not going to bite you."
At that comment, she couldn't help but close her eyes and smirk as she let out a chuckled. "No, I guess you're not. I'm the one who bites."
He tried to swallow a grin as he unconsciously touched the spot on his shoulder that she had bitten in the shower. "Yeah, you do."
"Are we going to talk about what happened earlier?" Sara started trying to sound confident.
"I thought that's why we were here." He could tell she was apprehensive as he tried to get her muscles to relax underneath his fingers.
Sara cleared her throat. "I shouldn't have walked in on you like that. I guess I was taking out my frustration on you. I'm sorry."
Nick wanted to clarify. "Sorry that you were taking it out on me or sorry you walk in on me? Because I'm not really that sorry you walked in on me."
Sara's words caught in her throat.
Nick's fingers began to kneed between her shoulder blades. "That was hot, Sara."
"You don't think it was a mistake?" Sara ventured.
"Do you?" His tone implied that he did not see what happened between them as a mistake.
"Don't you?" She was thrown for a loop. She had fully expected that he would give her the friends speech.
"Hell no. I've wanted to fuck you like that since the day I met you." There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Sara's voice cracked. "You have?"
"Don't you know how sexy you are?" Nick was incredulous. "Hell, Sara, we've been flirting for three and a half years, did it ever occur to you that I might be attracted to you?"
"I didn't think I was your type." Sara's explanation sounded lame even to her own ears.
Nick chuckled. "I'm the one that should be saying that about you. I'm not exactly Grissom."
Sara snorted. "Well he's a lost cause, let me tell you. The man wouldn't notice me unless I was dancing naked on the break room table with spiders hanging off my head and even then he'd probably only notice the spiders."
Nick laughed in spite of himself. "I wouldn't mind seeing you dance naked on the break room table."
"It's never going to happen, so don't get your hopes up." Sara quipped.
Nick continued massaging her shoulders. "Relax, Sara."
"Ouch." Sara winced as Nick found a knot in one of her shoulders.
"Sorry." Nick's voice was a bit husky as he stilled his hands for a moment and leaned down and kissed her neck.
Sara sucked her breath in sharply.
Nick murmured against her neck as he continued to plant kisses against it. "Relax."
"Nick." There was a distinct waver in her voice as she gripped the edge of the counter.
"Damn, Sara, you're so sexy." Nick's hands rested on her waist as he pressed himself against her. He continued kissing her neck, his lips curling into a smile as Sara tilted her head back onto his shoulder.
"Nick." There was a pleading quality to Sara's voice, but it certainly wasn't pleading for him to stop.
Nick murmured. "I want you so bad. All I can think about is how much I wanna fuck you right now."
Sara stiffened. "Nick." Her voice was abrupt.
Nick wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear. "What's wrong?"
Sara was trying to keep her head clear until she could clarify a few things. His sexy voice wasn't helping one bit. "Am I? Uh, is this?"
Nick let out a soft deep breath. "Is this what, Sara?" His voice wasn't impatient.
Sara spit it out as quickly as possible. "Am I just another fuck to you?"
Nick kissed her neck. "No."
"Oh." Sara felt her heart racing.
"Did you think you were?" Nick asked softly, stepping back a little and turning her in his embrace.
She studied his face for a moment before she answered. "I wasn't sure what to think."
"Do you want to be with me?" His eyebrows were both raised expectantly as he looked at her.
Sara couldn't keep her eyes off of his lips. "I think I do."
A smile spread across his face. "Good. Because I think I really want to kiss you senseless right now."
As Nick leaned toward her, Sara stopped him a fraction of an inch from her lips. "I thought you said you wanted to fuck me."
He chuckled softly. "I do, but I thought I'd kiss you first."
She spent the rest of shift as far away from him as possible as she tried to sort her thoughts. He had suggested that they talk about it. As if 'it' was an adequate name for what had transpired in the shower. Hell the two of them had been flirting shamelessly for three and a half years, her obsession with Grissom aside, and in one moment all of the sexual tension that had been building between them had combusted in the shower.
She was sure that he would regret it, or just add her to the many women that he had bedded over his lifetime. She was sure that to Nick Stokes, she was just another fuck in a long line. But, oh, how good it had felt. She was sure she had never had a partner who knew what he was doing as much as Nick did. But now he wanted to talk and she was dreading it. Not that it didn't need to be done, but why couldn't they just chalk it up to a one time, ok a two time encounter and leave it alone? She didn't want it to affect their friendship, but in reality, it was a little late for that.
They'd agreed to go to his townhouse after shift, he said he'd make breakfast and they'd talk. For some reason, the clock seemed to move slower and Sara had worked herself up with worry by the time shift was over. She tried to act as casually as possible as she followed Nick out to the parking lot. No reason to arouse suspicion in any of their coworkers. Just two friends having breakfast, nothing they hadn't done before. She followed him in her Denali and pulled in alongside his into his driveway.
He flashed her a grin, she assumed it was to try and put her at ease, but Sara had a sinking feeling that she wasn't going to enjoy the conversation. She hardly ate anything, and tried to avoid making eye contact with Nick as they ate. She knew he was studying her and had picked up on her nervousness. When she'd eaten a sufficient amount to pass for a meal, she pushed her plate back and let out a sigh. She watched as Nick finished his meal and when he was done, she reached for his plate. "The least I can do is wash the dishes since you cooked."
Before Nick could say anything in protest, Sara was on her feet, their plates in hand heading towards the kitchen sink. He trailed behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders as he came up behind her.
Sara nearly flew out of her skin.
"Tense?" Nick observed.
Sara forced a smile as she glanced over her shoulder. "Sorry."
Nick shook his head. "No need to be sorry." He studied her for a moment. "Sara, why don't you let me massage your shoulders, you need to relax; I'm not going to bite you."
At that comment, she couldn't help but close her eyes and smirk as she let out a chuckled. "No, I guess you're not. I'm the one who bites."
He tried to swallow a grin as he unconsciously touched the spot on his shoulder that she had bitten in the shower. "Yeah, you do."
"Are we going to talk about what happened earlier?" Sara started trying to sound confident.
"I thought that's why we were here." He could tell she was apprehensive as he tried to get her muscles to relax underneath his fingers.
Sara cleared her throat. "I shouldn't have walked in on you like that. I guess I was taking out my frustration on you. I'm sorry."
Nick wanted to clarify. "Sorry that you were taking it out on me or sorry you walk in on me? Because I'm not really that sorry you walked in on me."
Sara's words caught in her throat.
Nick's fingers began to kneed between her shoulder blades. "That was hot, Sara."
"You don't think it was a mistake?" Sara ventured.
"Do you?" His tone implied that he did not see what happened between them as a mistake.
"Don't you?" She was thrown for a loop. She had fully expected that he would give her the friends speech.
"Hell no. I've wanted to fuck you like that since the day I met you." There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Sara's voice cracked. "You have?"
"Don't you know how sexy you are?" Nick was incredulous. "Hell, Sara, we've been flirting for three and a half years, did it ever occur to you that I might be attracted to you?"
"I didn't think I was your type." Sara's explanation sounded lame even to her own ears.
Nick chuckled. "I'm the one that should be saying that about you. I'm not exactly Grissom."
Sara snorted. "Well he's a lost cause, let me tell you. The man wouldn't notice me unless I was dancing naked on the break room table with spiders hanging off my head and even then he'd probably only notice the spiders."
Nick laughed in spite of himself. "I wouldn't mind seeing you dance naked on the break room table."
"It's never going to happen, so don't get your hopes up." Sara quipped.
Nick continued massaging her shoulders. "Relax, Sara."
"Ouch." Sara winced as Nick found a knot in one of her shoulders.
"Sorry." Nick's voice was a bit husky as he stilled his hands for a moment and leaned down and kissed her neck.
Sara sucked her breath in sharply.
Nick murmured against her neck as he continued to plant kisses against it. "Relax."
"Nick." There was a distinct waver in her voice as she gripped the edge of the counter.
"Damn, Sara, you're so sexy." Nick's hands rested on her waist as he pressed himself against her. He continued kissing her neck, his lips curling into a smile as Sara tilted her head back onto his shoulder.
"Nick." There was a pleading quality to Sara's voice, but it certainly wasn't pleading for him to stop.
Nick murmured. "I want you so bad. All I can think about is how much I wanna fuck you right now."
Sara stiffened. "Nick." Her voice was abrupt.
Nick wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear. "What's wrong?"
Sara was trying to keep her head clear until she could clarify a few things. His sexy voice wasn't helping one bit. "Am I? Uh, is this?"
Nick let out a soft deep breath. "Is this what, Sara?" His voice wasn't impatient.
Sara spit it out as quickly as possible. "Am I just another fuck to you?"
Nick kissed her neck. "No."
"Oh." Sara felt her heart racing.
"Did you think you were?" Nick asked softly, stepping back a little and turning her in his embrace.
She studied his face for a moment before she answered. "I wasn't sure what to think."
"Do you want to be with me?" His eyebrows were both raised expectantly as he looked at her.
Sara couldn't keep her eyes off of his lips. "I think I do."
A smile spread across his face. "Good. Because I think I really want to kiss you senseless right now."
As Nick leaned toward her, Sara stopped him a fraction of an inch from her lips. "I thought you said you wanted to fuck me."
He chuckled softly. "I do, but I thought I'd kiss you first."
