Nick felt a whoosh of cool air and then Sara's warm body climbing onto him
and her lips pressed against his. He let out a low chuckle as wakefulness
overtook him and Sara continued to kiss him.
As Nick's eyes fluttered open, Sara giggled against his lips. "Good morning."
"Good morning." He gave her a sleepy grin. "What time is it?"
"I don't know." She lay her head against his chest and let out a sigh. "But I think my parents are still sleeping or already gone."
Nick's strong hands caressed her thighs, his fingers lightly trailing upward until he reached her hips. "When do you want to go kayaking?"
Sara propped herself up, letting her body slide against his. "In a little while. I thought maybe we could do a little repeat of last night." She leaned down and kissed him hungrily.
As they broke the kiss, Nick chuckled. "Oh you do, huh? I was kind of thinking that page thirty-seven sounded pretty good."
Sara raised a curious eyebrow at him. "Thirty-seven?" She pushed herself into a seated position, the blankets sliding off of her back and pooling behind her.
Nick sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Uh huh." He began to kiss her neck as he pulled her against him.
Sara slid her arms around his neck. "I'm not familiar with page thirty- seven."
Nick grinned as he continued to kiss her neck. "Well, let me introduce you."
As Nick's lips began to trail lower, Sara let out a soft moan of pleasure and then her bedroom door swung open.
"Oh, babe, I'm sorry, I just thought you and Nick were up." Her dad stood there with an apologetic smile on his face, but he made no move to leave.
Sara glanced over her shoulder and clung to Nick whose head had snapped up and turned in the direction of the door. "Uh, Dad." Sara wasn't sure how the situation could possibly be more embarrassing, that is until her mom came to stand in the doorway.
Nick didn't say a word; he was just hoping that the combination of Sara and the blankets covered him up sufficiently since both of them were in the buff.
Her mom just smiled. "Good morning. Rick got the kayaks out that you wanted to use and he was going to put them on the top of the car, but we need the keys so we can put the rack on the car."
Nick found his voice as Sara's nails dug into his shoulders. "Uh, they're right there on the chair by the door." There was a bit of a croak as he spoke.
"Oh, great." Helen smiled. "We'll get that taken care of for you kids."
Rick flashed them both an apologetic smile. "Uh, sorry to burst in on you, but you might want to keep the door locked. Breakfast is in about ten minutes if you're interested." He pulled the door shut behind him.
Sara let out a whimper against Nick's shoulder. "I think that quite possibly qualifies as the single most embarrassing moment in my entire life."
Nick kissed her cheek. "I thought you locked the door last night."
She rested her forehead against his shoulder. "I did, but I got up to use the bathroom a little while ago and I forgot to lock it when I came back in."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Helen, these omelets are great." Nick grinned at her. "You give my mom's a run for her money."
"So what does your mom do, Nick?" Helen asked as she reached over and poured herself another glass of orange juice.
Sara tried to restrain a smile as Nick answered. "Uh, she's a public defender."
"Sounds like a smart lady." Rick observed.
Nick grinned. "She is. She kept all seven of us in line."
Helen's eyebrows curved upward. "So where do you fall into the birth order?"
"He's the youngest." Sara interjected.
"What does your dad do?" Rick asked taking another bite of his breakfast.
Nick swallowed a mouthful of omelet before he answered. "Uh, he's a judge actually."
Rick and Helen exchanged a surprised glance.
"He was a district attorney before that." Nick informed them.
"Oh. That sounds pretty important." Helen offered.
Nick grinned at them. "They're just mom and dad to me."
"Thanks for getting the kayaks out." Sara thought she'd change the line of conversation.
Rick glanced over and chuckled. "Ok, we'll stop asking Nick twenty questions."
"And, honey, we are sorry we walked in on the two of you." Helen gave both Nick and Sara an apologetic look.
Sara felt her cheeks burn and she turned her full attention to her plate.
Nick chuckled and took another bite of his omelet. "You'll have to show me how you make these. They're really good."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara glanced over at Nick as they got in the car. "I hope you know that none of this gets repeated when we're back in Vegas."
Nick looked at her quizzically.
Sara was flustered for a moment. "I mean the parts about how my parents have embarrassed the hell out of me. I fully intend to repeat what we did last night." She grinned at him.
Nick laughed. "I sure hope so. Damn, Sara, you are something else."
She turned the ignition on and chuckled. "You know what I find ironic?"
He shook his head. "No. What?"
"Us." She smiled. "Your parents and mine are so different. How long did you say your parents had been married?" She pulled the car out onto the road and headed up to Nick's Cove so they could put the kayaks in the water.
Nick furrowed his brow for a moment. "I think this year will be forty- seven or forty-eight years."
Sara pursed her lips. "I think my parents were pretty much still kids when they had me, I mean, mom was barely twenty and my dad was just a couple of months older than her. They finally decided to get married when I was ready to enter kindergarten in seventy-six. The school let me in even though the cutoff date was September 15th."
"Hey, that's right; I'm barely a month older than you." Nick grinned. "My August 18th to your September 16th."
"Good memory." She grinned at him. For some reason, of all the CSIs, he'd never forgotten her birthday since he'd met her.
They continued chatting about their families for the rest of the drive up to the Cove. When they pulled into the lot, Sara turned the ignition off and smiled at Nick. "You know it was pretty risky for me to ask you up here, but I'm really glad you came with me."
He leaned over and kissed her softly. "I'm glad too."
As Nick's eyes fluttered open, Sara giggled against his lips. "Good morning."
"Good morning." He gave her a sleepy grin. "What time is it?"
"I don't know." She lay her head against his chest and let out a sigh. "But I think my parents are still sleeping or already gone."
Nick's strong hands caressed her thighs, his fingers lightly trailing upward until he reached her hips. "When do you want to go kayaking?"
Sara propped herself up, letting her body slide against his. "In a little while. I thought maybe we could do a little repeat of last night." She leaned down and kissed him hungrily.
As they broke the kiss, Nick chuckled. "Oh you do, huh? I was kind of thinking that page thirty-seven sounded pretty good."
Sara raised a curious eyebrow at him. "Thirty-seven?" She pushed herself into a seated position, the blankets sliding off of her back and pooling behind her.
Nick sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Uh huh." He began to kiss her neck as he pulled her against him.
Sara slid her arms around his neck. "I'm not familiar with page thirty- seven."
Nick grinned as he continued to kiss her neck. "Well, let me introduce you."
As Nick's lips began to trail lower, Sara let out a soft moan of pleasure and then her bedroom door swung open.
"Oh, babe, I'm sorry, I just thought you and Nick were up." Her dad stood there with an apologetic smile on his face, but he made no move to leave.
Sara glanced over her shoulder and clung to Nick whose head had snapped up and turned in the direction of the door. "Uh, Dad." Sara wasn't sure how the situation could possibly be more embarrassing, that is until her mom came to stand in the doorway.
Nick didn't say a word; he was just hoping that the combination of Sara and the blankets covered him up sufficiently since both of them were in the buff.
Her mom just smiled. "Good morning. Rick got the kayaks out that you wanted to use and he was going to put them on the top of the car, but we need the keys so we can put the rack on the car."
Nick found his voice as Sara's nails dug into his shoulders. "Uh, they're right there on the chair by the door." There was a bit of a croak as he spoke.
"Oh, great." Helen smiled. "We'll get that taken care of for you kids."
Rick flashed them both an apologetic smile. "Uh, sorry to burst in on you, but you might want to keep the door locked. Breakfast is in about ten minutes if you're interested." He pulled the door shut behind him.
Sara let out a whimper against Nick's shoulder. "I think that quite possibly qualifies as the single most embarrassing moment in my entire life."
Nick kissed her cheek. "I thought you locked the door last night."
She rested her forehead against his shoulder. "I did, but I got up to use the bathroom a little while ago and I forgot to lock it when I came back in."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Helen, these omelets are great." Nick grinned at her. "You give my mom's a run for her money."
"So what does your mom do, Nick?" Helen asked as she reached over and poured herself another glass of orange juice.
Sara tried to restrain a smile as Nick answered. "Uh, she's a public defender."
"Sounds like a smart lady." Rick observed.
Nick grinned. "She is. She kept all seven of us in line."
Helen's eyebrows curved upward. "So where do you fall into the birth order?"
"He's the youngest." Sara interjected.
"What does your dad do?" Rick asked taking another bite of his breakfast.
Nick swallowed a mouthful of omelet before he answered. "Uh, he's a judge actually."
Rick and Helen exchanged a surprised glance.
"He was a district attorney before that." Nick informed them.
"Oh. That sounds pretty important." Helen offered.
Nick grinned at them. "They're just mom and dad to me."
"Thanks for getting the kayaks out." Sara thought she'd change the line of conversation.
Rick glanced over and chuckled. "Ok, we'll stop asking Nick twenty questions."
"And, honey, we are sorry we walked in on the two of you." Helen gave both Nick and Sara an apologetic look.
Sara felt her cheeks burn and she turned her full attention to her plate.
Nick chuckled and took another bite of his omelet. "You'll have to show me how you make these. They're really good."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara glanced over at Nick as they got in the car. "I hope you know that none of this gets repeated when we're back in Vegas."
Nick looked at her quizzically.
Sara was flustered for a moment. "I mean the parts about how my parents have embarrassed the hell out of me. I fully intend to repeat what we did last night." She grinned at him.
Nick laughed. "I sure hope so. Damn, Sara, you are something else."
She turned the ignition on and chuckled. "You know what I find ironic?"
He shook his head. "No. What?"
"Us." She smiled. "Your parents and mine are so different. How long did you say your parents had been married?" She pulled the car out onto the road and headed up to Nick's Cove so they could put the kayaks in the water.
Nick furrowed his brow for a moment. "I think this year will be forty- seven or forty-eight years."
Sara pursed her lips. "I think my parents were pretty much still kids when they had me, I mean, mom was barely twenty and my dad was just a couple of months older than her. They finally decided to get married when I was ready to enter kindergarten in seventy-six. The school let me in even though the cutoff date was September 15th."
"Hey, that's right; I'm barely a month older than you." Nick grinned. "My August 18th to your September 16th."
"Good memory." She grinned at him. For some reason, of all the CSIs, he'd never forgotten her birthday since he'd met her.
They continued chatting about their families for the rest of the drive up to the Cove. When they pulled into the lot, Sara turned the ignition off and smiled at Nick. "You know it was pretty risky for me to ask you up here, but I'm really glad you came with me."
He leaned over and kissed her softly. "I'm glad too."