Thanks again for the reviews. Warning this chapter contains sexual situations.
Nick called in at work and talked to Grissom. I heard him telling Grissom that he was going to take some vacation time to help me with my problem. Nick didn't tell him what my problem was exactly, but Grissom must have agreed because when Nick hung up the phone he was smiling at me.
"I take it Grissom gave you the okay."
"When it comes to your well-being, how could he say no?" He replied and wrapped me in a hug. I knew even if Grissom had not given Nick permission to stay out, Nick would have anyway. I held on tightly to him and then finally pulled away.
"Thank you Nick, for everything."
He smiled. "You're welcome. So, are you ready to go grocery shopping?"
"I think so." I walked over and grabbed my purse and keys. We headed out the apartment and got into Nick's vehicle. Neither one of us spoke on the way. I was busy glancing out the window wondering if I'll really be able to get over my eating disorder. I know Nick will be there for me when he can, but what about the times he's not? Will I be strong enough? I could feel Nick's eyes on me, so I turned to face him. I offered him a small smile.
"We're going to get through this Sara." He replied as if he could read my thoughts.
"I hope so."
He took my hand and squeezed it. "We are. I know it's not going to be easy but I promised you I was going to help, and I'm not backing down on it."
We arrived at the grocery store and got out. Nick took my hand and we walked inside. He released my hand and grabbed a buggy. We began walking down the produce aisle. "So, what do you want?" He asked me.
I took a look at the different fruits and vegetables and none of them looked appetizing. I turned to Nick. "I can't do this."
"Yes you can." He told me. He then began picking out different things. He grabbed some apples, grapes, cucumbers, tomatoes, and lettuce. After he was doing picking out produce for me, we headed toward the next aisle. Nick found something for me in every aisle. In fact, I don't ever remember my grocery cart being as full as it is now, even before my eating disorder. We finally made it to the register. I began pulling out some money from my purse, but he stopped me. "I've got it." He paid the cashier before I could even argue with him.
We were back in my apartment unloading the groceries. "You didn't have to buy them Nick."
"I know, but I wanted to."
I smiled at him. "Thank you."
He walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "You're welcome." He kissed my forehead. "So, what can I make you for supper?" He stepped away and continued helping me unload.
"I'm not sure. What do you want, besides a steak, baked potato, and a salad?"
"Stop teasing me, that sounds really good. Although, I'm not sure you'd appreciate me cooking meat on your stove."
"As much as you're doing for me, I wouldn't care." I meant it to. I hated that I'm depending this much on Nick, but I know that if I didn't have him I'd be a lot worse.
"Can I take a rain check?" He asked.
"Sure. If you're not tired of my company by then."
He stopped and stared at me. "I could never be tired of you or your company. In fact, I would love to spend more time with you."
Now, was he saying this because of my eating disorder or something else? "Well, we'll see how you feel after everything is over."
Nick wrapped his arms around me. "Stop worrying about that. I'm not going to leave you."
"I hope not."
He pulled away. "Now, let's fix you some food. We'll start off with something simple and work our way up."
"Sounds good." I watched as Nick made his way around my kitchen. He looked so natural, just like he belonged there. He didn't even have to ask where I kept things. I sat down at the table and continued staring. Nick finally brought me a plate and set it down in front of me. It had a blueberry muffin.
"Try this first. It's like your appetizer."
I glanced down at the muffin and it no longer looked like food. To my mind, food was the enemy. Nick sat down beside me. He waited and watched as I reached over and pulled a piece of the muffin apart. I put it to my mouth and I couldn't do it. I set it back down. "I can't do this Nick."
He placed his arm around my shoulder. "Yes, you can. Just take one bite."
I tried again and I couldn't do it. I got so frustrated; I threw the muffin across the room. "Damn it!" I placed my head in my heads and began crying. Nick grabbed a hold of me and literally pulled me into his lap. He began rocking me back and forth; his hands were rubbing my back.
"It's okay honey, it's going to take some time." I buried my head into his neck and continued crying. After a while, I calmed down and pulled back from Nick. I was still in his lap but I don't think either of us minded.
"I'm sorry."
"I know. I have an idea." He gently placed removed me from his lap and walked to the fridge and grabbed a jello smoothie cup. "This isn't bad and it has a few nutrients."
I took the cup and opened it. Nick handed me a spoon and I stared down at the cup. I can do this. I got some on my spoon and took a bite. It tasted wonderful. I ate another bite and smiled up at Nick. He grinned back. "See, you can do it."
I finished the jello and threw the cup in the trashcan. Nick helped me up and we walked into the living room. "What do you want to do now?" I asked.
"We could watch a movie or something."
"That sounds good." Nick walked over to my DVD selection and browsed through the titles. He noticed Finding Nemo and turned to face me.
"It's Lindsey's. She let me borrow it."
"Yeah, sure it is." He replied. He turned back around and continued scanning my shelves. He finally pulled out Cabin Fever. "Horror movie buff, huh?"
"Nothing like a good scary movie." I told him.
"Because we don't see enough carnage at work."
I smiled. "I like trying to figure out who the killer is."
"I bet you loved Scream." He said.
"I did. In fact, I figured it out." I told him.
"Yeah right. How did you know that there were two killers instead of one?"
"I'm not saying a word. And before you ask, I figured out the killer in the Faculty as well."
Nick smiled. "So, who is the killer in this one?" He asked holding the Cabin Fever DVD.
"A skin virus." I answered.
"Sounds promising. Do you want to watch it?"
"Sure, put it in." Nick walked over to the television and turned it on. He then put the DVD in the DVD player and came back and settled down beside me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I placed my head against him. We stayed that way until the movie was over.
Once the DVD went off, Nick turned to me. "You look tired. I should leave and let you get some rest."
I didn't want him to go. "You don't have to leave."
"You're tired."
I took his hand. "I'm not that tired. Besides, I don't want you to go." I told him honestly.
Nick smiled. "So, what do you suggest we do next?"
I have no idea where I gained my courage; in fact what I did next required no thought process at all. I leaned over and brushed my lips against his. The kiss lasted only a few seconds and I pulled away. Nick looked horrified. 'Oh God, what I have done?'
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I replied feeling totally embarrassed. I stood up. "Maybe you go."
"Sara." Nick said and reached for me and turned me around to face him. "I'm not leaving and I'm sure as hell not sorry." He bent down kissed me. The kiss sent shivers through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. I could feel Nick's tongue probing mine. My hands worked their way down to Nick's shirt and slid under it. I could feel his hot, smooth flesh against my hands and at that moment, I wanted Nick more than anything.
Nick's hands weren't idle either. He managed to place his hands under my shirt as well. He worked his way towards my back and unhooked my bra. I knew where this was going to end up and I wasn't about to stop it. Nick and I parted when the need for oxygen became great. I was breathing extremely heavy and so was he. Our hands were still on each other's bodies. "Maybe we should take this to the bedroom." I suggested.
Nick's only response was to remove his hands from under my shirt and picked me up. He carried me to my bedroom and set me down on my bed. He was on top of me immediately. We began kissing again and Nick slowly worked his way down my neck. My hands found their way back to his toned stomach and I tried jerking his shirt off. I wasn't very successful. Nick laughed against my skin and pulled away long enough to rid himself of his shirt. "Better?"
"Much." I replied and pulled him back down on me. I began kissing him fiercely wanting to touch every part of him. He pulled back and smiled.
"You're over dressed." He said and removed my shirt along with my bra. His mouth continued its way down along my chest. I could feel my skin burn from every kiss he gave me. Nick stopped when he got a good look at my chest and stomach. It was smaller and he could see my ribs. He gently placed kisses on my stomach and worked his way back up. He pulled away and stared at me. "Sara, I need to know something."
"What?"
"I need you to promise me something."
"Okay."
He touched my sides. "You can't give up. I want you to promise me that you won't give up and you're going to get better."
"I promise."
He smiled. "Good, because I don't want to lose you."
"I don't want to lose you either." I replied and pulled back down to me. I kissed him deeply and let my hands roam some more. I began learning where all Nick's sensitive places were and he learned all of mine. Nick's hands began their descent toward my jeans. He unbuttoned them and moved his hand down near my center. He was about there when the phone rang. He stopped and glanced up at me.
I didn't want him to stop, but I wasn't sure who was on the phone. "I'm sorry." I stated and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Sara, it's Warrick."
"Hey Warrick, how are you?" I glanced down at Nick and noticed the unhappy expression on his face. I had to keep from laughing.
"I'm fine. I was calling to see how you were doing?"
"I'm doing better."
"Is Nick taking care of you?"
I smiled. "Yeah. Nick's taking good care of me." Nick rolled his eyes and held his hand out. "Um, Warrick, Nick wants to talk to you." I handed the phone to him and leaned back.
"Hey Warrick." Nick greeted.
"Hey man. How's it going?"
"Not bad. Sara and I just finished watching a movie."
"That's cool. How is she really doing?"
"She's going to be fine. Thanks for calling Warrick and checking on her. I'll talk to you sometime tomorrow." He hung up the phone and turned his focus on me.
"Don't you think Warrick's going to wonder why you hung up so fast?" I asked.
"Nah, and if he does, he can ask me later. Besides, you told him I was taking care of you and that's all he needs to know." Nick leaned back down and began kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and felt myself get lost into him. His hands began to travel back down to my panties. He pulled away long enough to look into my eyes as if asking my permission. 'Always the gentleman.' I thought.
I nodded. I wanted this and I really think Nick wanted it to.
TBC
Nick called in at work and talked to Grissom. I heard him telling Grissom that he was going to take some vacation time to help me with my problem. Nick didn't tell him what my problem was exactly, but Grissom must have agreed because when Nick hung up the phone he was smiling at me.
"I take it Grissom gave you the okay."
"When it comes to your well-being, how could he say no?" He replied and wrapped me in a hug. I knew even if Grissom had not given Nick permission to stay out, Nick would have anyway. I held on tightly to him and then finally pulled away.
"Thank you Nick, for everything."
He smiled. "You're welcome. So, are you ready to go grocery shopping?"
"I think so." I walked over and grabbed my purse and keys. We headed out the apartment and got into Nick's vehicle. Neither one of us spoke on the way. I was busy glancing out the window wondering if I'll really be able to get over my eating disorder. I know Nick will be there for me when he can, but what about the times he's not? Will I be strong enough? I could feel Nick's eyes on me, so I turned to face him. I offered him a small smile.
"We're going to get through this Sara." He replied as if he could read my thoughts.
"I hope so."
He took my hand and squeezed it. "We are. I know it's not going to be easy but I promised you I was going to help, and I'm not backing down on it."
We arrived at the grocery store and got out. Nick took my hand and we walked inside. He released my hand and grabbed a buggy. We began walking down the produce aisle. "So, what do you want?" He asked me.
I took a look at the different fruits and vegetables and none of them looked appetizing. I turned to Nick. "I can't do this."
"Yes you can." He told me. He then began picking out different things. He grabbed some apples, grapes, cucumbers, tomatoes, and lettuce. After he was doing picking out produce for me, we headed toward the next aisle. Nick found something for me in every aisle. In fact, I don't ever remember my grocery cart being as full as it is now, even before my eating disorder. We finally made it to the register. I began pulling out some money from my purse, but he stopped me. "I've got it." He paid the cashier before I could even argue with him.
We were back in my apartment unloading the groceries. "You didn't have to buy them Nick."
"I know, but I wanted to."
I smiled at him. "Thank you."
He walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "You're welcome." He kissed my forehead. "So, what can I make you for supper?" He stepped away and continued helping me unload.
"I'm not sure. What do you want, besides a steak, baked potato, and a salad?"
"Stop teasing me, that sounds really good. Although, I'm not sure you'd appreciate me cooking meat on your stove."
"As much as you're doing for me, I wouldn't care." I meant it to. I hated that I'm depending this much on Nick, but I know that if I didn't have him I'd be a lot worse.
"Can I take a rain check?" He asked.
"Sure. If you're not tired of my company by then."
He stopped and stared at me. "I could never be tired of you or your company. In fact, I would love to spend more time with you."
Now, was he saying this because of my eating disorder or something else? "Well, we'll see how you feel after everything is over."
Nick wrapped his arms around me. "Stop worrying about that. I'm not going to leave you."
"I hope not."
He pulled away. "Now, let's fix you some food. We'll start off with something simple and work our way up."
"Sounds good." I watched as Nick made his way around my kitchen. He looked so natural, just like he belonged there. He didn't even have to ask where I kept things. I sat down at the table and continued staring. Nick finally brought me a plate and set it down in front of me. It had a blueberry muffin.
"Try this first. It's like your appetizer."
I glanced down at the muffin and it no longer looked like food. To my mind, food was the enemy. Nick sat down beside me. He waited and watched as I reached over and pulled a piece of the muffin apart. I put it to my mouth and I couldn't do it. I set it back down. "I can't do this Nick."
He placed his arm around my shoulder. "Yes, you can. Just take one bite."
I tried again and I couldn't do it. I got so frustrated; I threw the muffin across the room. "Damn it!" I placed my head in my heads and began crying. Nick grabbed a hold of me and literally pulled me into his lap. He began rocking me back and forth; his hands were rubbing my back.
"It's okay honey, it's going to take some time." I buried my head into his neck and continued crying. After a while, I calmed down and pulled back from Nick. I was still in his lap but I don't think either of us minded.
"I'm sorry."
"I know. I have an idea." He gently placed removed me from his lap and walked to the fridge and grabbed a jello smoothie cup. "This isn't bad and it has a few nutrients."
I took the cup and opened it. Nick handed me a spoon and I stared down at the cup. I can do this. I got some on my spoon and took a bite. It tasted wonderful. I ate another bite and smiled up at Nick. He grinned back. "See, you can do it."
I finished the jello and threw the cup in the trashcan. Nick helped me up and we walked into the living room. "What do you want to do now?" I asked.
"We could watch a movie or something."
"That sounds good." Nick walked over to my DVD selection and browsed through the titles. He noticed Finding Nemo and turned to face me.
"It's Lindsey's. She let me borrow it."
"Yeah, sure it is." He replied. He turned back around and continued scanning my shelves. He finally pulled out Cabin Fever. "Horror movie buff, huh?"
"Nothing like a good scary movie." I told him.
"Because we don't see enough carnage at work."
I smiled. "I like trying to figure out who the killer is."
"I bet you loved Scream." He said.
"I did. In fact, I figured it out." I told him.
"Yeah right. How did you know that there were two killers instead of one?"
"I'm not saying a word. And before you ask, I figured out the killer in the Faculty as well."
Nick smiled. "So, who is the killer in this one?" He asked holding the Cabin Fever DVD.
"A skin virus." I answered.
"Sounds promising. Do you want to watch it?"
"Sure, put it in." Nick walked over to the television and turned it on. He then put the DVD in the DVD player and came back and settled down beside me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I placed my head against him. We stayed that way until the movie was over.
Once the DVD went off, Nick turned to me. "You look tired. I should leave and let you get some rest."
I didn't want him to go. "You don't have to leave."
"You're tired."
I took his hand. "I'm not that tired. Besides, I don't want you to go." I told him honestly.
Nick smiled. "So, what do you suggest we do next?"
I have no idea where I gained my courage; in fact what I did next required no thought process at all. I leaned over and brushed my lips against his. The kiss lasted only a few seconds and I pulled away. Nick looked horrified. 'Oh God, what I have done?'
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I replied feeling totally embarrassed. I stood up. "Maybe you go."
"Sara." Nick said and reached for me and turned me around to face him. "I'm not leaving and I'm sure as hell not sorry." He bent down kissed me. The kiss sent shivers through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. I could feel Nick's tongue probing mine. My hands worked their way down to Nick's shirt and slid under it. I could feel his hot, smooth flesh against my hands and at that moment, I wanted Nick more than anything.
Nick's hands weren't idle either. He managed to place his hands under my shirt as well. He worked his way towards my back and unhooked my bra. I knew where this was going to end up and I wasn't about to stop it. Nick and I parted when the need for oxygen became great. I was breathing extremely heavy and so was he. Our hands were still on each other's bodies. "Maybe we should take this to the bedroom." I suggested.
Nick's only response was to remove his hands from under my shirt and picked me up. He carried me to my bedroom and set me down on my bed. He was on top of me immediately. We began kissing again and Nick slowly worked his way down my neck. My hands found their way back to his toned stomach and I tried jerking his shirt off. I wasn't very successful. Nick laughed against my skin and pulled away long enough to rid himself of his shirt. "Better?"
"Much." I replied and pulled him back down on me. I began kissing him fiercely wanting to touch every part of him. He pulled back and smiled.
"You're over dressed." He said and removed my shirt along with my bra. His mouth continued its way down along my chest. I could feel my skin burn from every kiss he gave me. Nick stopped when he got a good look at my chest and stomach. It was smaller and he could see my ribs. He gently placed kisses on my stomach and worked his way back up. He pulled away and stared at me. "Sara, I need to know something."
"What?"
"I need you to promise me something."
"Okay."
He touched my sides. "You can't give up. I want you to promise me that you won't give up and you're going to get better."
"I promise."
He smiled. "Good, because I don't want to lose you."
"I don't want to lose you either." I replied and pulled back down to me. I kissed him deeply and let my hands roam some more. I began learning where all Nick's sensitive places were and he learned all of mine. Nick's hands began their descent toward my jeans. He unbuttoned them and moved his hand down near my center. He was about there when the phone rang. He stopped and glanced up at me.
I didn't want him to stop, but I wasn't sure who was on the phone. "I'm sorry." I stated and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Sara, it's Warrick."
"Hey Warrick, how are you?" I glanced down at Nick and noticed the unhappy expression on his face. I had to keep from laughing.
"I'm fine. I was calling to see how you were doing?"
"I'm doing better."
"Is Nick taking care of you?"
I smiled. "Yeah. Nick's taking good care of me." Nick rolled his eyes and held his hand out. "Um, Warrick, Nick wants to talk to you." I handed the phone to him and leaned back.
"Hey Warrick." Nick greeted.
"Hey man. How's it going?"
"Not bad. Sara and I just finished watching a movie."
"That's cool. How is she really doing?"
"She's going to be fine. Thanks for calling Warrick and checking on her. I'll talk to you sometime tomorrow." He hung up the phone and turned his focus on me.
"Don't you think Warrick's going to wonder why you hung up so fast?" I asked.
"Nah, and if he does, he can ask me later. Besides, you told him I was taking care of you and that's all he needs to know." Nick leaned back down and began kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and felt myself get lost into him. His hands began to travel back down to my panties. He pulled away long enough to look into my eyes as if asking my permission. 'Always the gentleman.' I thought.
I nodded. I wanted this and I really think Nick wanted it to.
TBC