A/N: to set the premise of this story, let me fill you in. Nick and Sara
are hanging out at Nick's townhouse when a HUGE thunder/lighting/rain storm
traps him inside...I think you can pretty much guess that romanticness
entails. But! How do they pass the time? What happens afterwards? Read on
to find out.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, unfortunately. I realize that the likelihood of this ever happening is roundabout zilch, but whatevs. Lets have some fun while we're here.
Chapter One: It's raining men
"Hey Sara, don't forget. My place, tonight. Beer and pizza and poker." Nick Stokes pointed a manila folder at Sara Sidle.
"I haven't forgotten, hard as I've tried." Sara grinned. "I'll be there at seven thirty."
"Cool." Nick grinned back.
Sara stood at Nick's door, soaked. If she drove back to her apartment to get changed, she'd be forty-five minutes late. So Sara bravely knocked on the door. Nick opened it.
"You look like a drowned rat." He stated promptly.
"How kind of you to notice." Sara pursed her lips. "Now can I come in, or should I just chill out here while I get soaked even more."
"I'm sorry." Nick drawled. "Come on in. Zack and Bruce aren't here yet. Do you wanna put your clothes in the dryer?"
"Shirt's line-dry only." Sara fingered the fabric listlessly. "The jeans can go in though."
"Well, why don't you borrow one of my shirts, and then we'll dry your jeans and you can grab your shirt when you leave." Nick suggested.
"That works." Sara shrugged. The rain was starting to get heavier. "Shirts are in this drawer." Nick opened it. "Pick any one."
Sara grabbed one that said 'Texas A&M.' "This one." She decided.
"It looks good on you." He hung her shirt over the shower door and handed her a robe. "I'll put your jeans in the dryer."
Sara nodded and wrapped the robe securely around herself. She smiled as the fabric touched her skin. The robe smelled like Nick. Being around Nick gave Sara a supreme feeling of warmth and comfort. So she savored the feeling of his clothing against her skin.
Nick bit back a small gasp when Sara exited his room clad in his robe. Her wet hair had been brushed out, so it hung straight at mid-neck. "Thanks." She smiled gratefully, tying the sash of the robe more tightly.
"Yeah, no problem." Nick cleared his throat, trying to diffuse the tension of the situation. Fortunately, he was saved by the ringing of the phone. "Hello?" He answered, his voice carrying a slight note of relief.
"Hey man, it's Bruce. Melinda won't let Zack out of the house and I can't drive in this rain. Car's definitely not made for it."
Nick chuckled as he thought of Bruce's 20-year-old van trying to get through such bad rain. "That's cool man. I'll see you guys later."
Sara raised an eyebrow. "So, what's up? Are Zack and Bruce coming?"
"Zack's wife won't let him out of the house. She's eight and a half months pregnant. She'd kill Zack if he weren't there to take her to the hospital. And Bruce has this old crappy car that can barely get down the road in the best of conditions, so he doesn't want to be driving right now."
"That's cool." Sara was a little nervous, in truth, about being alone with Nick. "So, where's that pizza? I'm starving."
"Somebody's impatient." Nick reached into the oven and pulled out a pizza box that had been warming.
"Very. I haven't had anything to eat in six hours." Sara griped.
"Well, it's nice to see a woman with a healthy appetite." Nick joked as Sara loaded two slices of pizza onto her plate. She blushed lightly.
"I'm just hungry is all." She leaned against his counter and took a gigantic bite out of the pizza. A long strand of cheese refused to separate from the pizza. Her tongue swirled around the cheese, trying to break it off. Nick bit his lip, not being able to bear looking at Sara's tongue any more.
"So Nick, since we have a poker table, the poker chips, and the cards, we might as well play poker." Sara nodded to the portable poker table Nick had set up in the middle of his living room.
"Sure." Nick shrugged. They sat down at opposite ends of the poker table. "So tell me, what kind of poker do you prefer?"
"Five-card stud." Sara bit her pizza again. "Oh, I almost forgot. Why don't you bring the drinks over?"
"Sure thing." Nick got up, and Sara couldn't help staring at his chest as his muscles flex.
'Damn he's buff.' Sara noticed, wanting to grab him and do him right where he was.
'Get yourself under control man.' Nick mentally shook his head. He'd been practically staring at Sara all night. He didn't want to be too obvious. 'She's not into you. She only sees you as a friend.' Nick returned with the two beers and dealt the cards.
"Ready to get whupped?" Sara grinned cheekily.
"Bring it on, Sidle."
Three beers and several hands of poker later, Sara and Nick were three sheets to the winds. Truth be told, they were more like ten sheets to the wind. Sara bit into her second slice of pizza, squirting some tomato sauce onto her cheek. "You've got tomato sauce on your cheek." Nick's inhibitions about going after Sara had been completely removed by his three beers. Nick leaned over and licked the sauce of her cheek.
"Nicky." Sara giggled, though it was perfectly obvious that she didn't mind. "Are you hitting on me?"
"Do you want me to?" Nick challenged her.
"Yes." She grabbed the back of Nick's neck and pulled him to her.
"Sara." His voice came out halfway in between a moan and a whisper.
"Nicky, take me." She whispered.
That was all he needed to hear.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, unfortunately. I realize that the likelihood of this ever happening is roundabout zilch, but whatevs. Lets have some fun while we're here.
Chapter One: It's raining men
"Hey Sara, don't forget. My place, tonight. Beer and pizza and poker." Nick Stokes pointed a manila folder at Sara Sidle.
"I haven't forgotten, hard as I've tried." Sara grinned. "I'll be there at seven thirty."
"Cool." Nick grinned back.
Sara stood at Nick's door, soaked. If she drove back to her apartment to get changed, she'd be forty-five minutes late. So Sara bravely knocked on the door. Nick opened it.
"You look like a drowned rat." He stated promptly.
"How kind of you to notice." Sara pursed her lips. "Now can I come in, or should I just chill out here while I get soaked even more."
"I'm sorry." Nick drawled. "Come on in. Zack and Bruce aren't here yet. Do you wanna put your clothes in the dryer?"
"Shirt's line-dry only." Sara fingered the fabric listlessly. "The jeans can go in though."
"Well, why don't you borrow one of my shirts, and then we'll dry your jeans and you can grab your shirt when you leave." Nick suggested.
"That works." Sara shrugged. The rain was starting to get heavier. "Shirts are in this drawer." Nick opened it. "Pick any one."
Sara grabbed one that said 'Texas A&M.' "This one." She decided.
"It looks good on you." He hung her shirt over the shower door and handed her a robe. "I'll put your jeans in the dryer."
Sara nodded and wrapped the robe securely around herself. She smiled as the fabric touched her skin. The robe smelled like Nick. Being around Nick gave Sara a supreme feeling of warmth and comfort. So she savored the feeling of his clothing against her skin.
Nick bit back a small gasp when Sara exited his room clad in his robe. Her wet hair had been brushed out, so it hung straight at mid-neck. "Thanks." She smiled gratefully, tying the sash of the robe more tightly.
"Yeah, no problem." Nick cleared his throat, trying to diffuse the tension of the situation. Fortunately, he was saved by the ringing of the phone. "Hello?" He answered, his voice carrying a slight note of relief.
"Hey man, it's Bruce. Melinda won't let Zack out of the house and I can't drive in this rain. Car's definitely not made for it."
Nick chuckled as he thought of Bruce's 20-year-old van trying to get through such bad rain. "That's cool man. I'll see you guys later."
Sara raised an eyebrow. "So, what's up? Are Zack and Bruce coming?"
"Zack's wife won't let him out of the house. She's eight and a half months pregnant. She'd kill Zack if he weren't there to take her to the hospital. And Bruce has this old crappy car that can barely get down the road in the best of conditions, so he doesn't want to be driving right now."
"That's cool." Sara was a little nervous, in truth, about being alone with Nick. "So, where's that pizza? I'm starving."
"Somebody's impatient." Nick reached into the oven and pulled out a pizza box that had been warming.
"Very. I haven't had anything to eat in six hours." Sara griped.
"Well, it's nice to see a woman with a healthy appetite." Nick joked as Sara loaded two slices of pizza onto her plate. She blushed lightly.
"I'm just hungry is all." She leaned against his counter and took a gigantic bite out of the pizza. A long strand of cheese refused to separate from the pizza. Her tongue swirled around the cheese, trying to break it off. Nick bit his lip, not being able to bear looking at Sara's tongue any more.
"So Nick, since we have a poker table, the poker chips, and the cards, we might as well play poker." Sara nodded to the portable poker table Nick had set up in the middle of his living room.
"Sure." Nick shrugged. They sat down at opposite ends of the poker table. "So tell me, what kind of poker do you prefer?"
"Five-card stud." Sara bit her pizza again. "Oh, I almost forgot. Why don't you bring the drinks over?"
"Sure thing." Nick got up, and Sara couldn't help staring at his chest as his muscles flex.
'Damn he's buff.' Sara noticed, wanting to grab him and do him right where he was.
'Get yourself under control man.' Nick mentally shook his head. He'd been practically staring at Sara all night. He didn't want to be too obvious. 'She's not into you. She only sees you as a friend.' Nick returned with the two beers and dealt the cards.
"Ready to get whupped?" Sara grinned cheekily.
"Bring it on, Sidle."
Three beers and several hands of poker later, Sara and Nick were three sheets to the winds. Truth be told, they were more like ten sheets to the wind. Sara bit into her second slice of pizza, squirting some tomato sauce onto her cheek. "You've got tomato sauce on your cheek." Nick's inhibitions about going after Sara had been completely removed by his three beers. Nick leaned over and licked the sauce of her cheek.
"Nicky." Sara giggled, though it was perfectly obvious that she didn't mind. "Are you hitting on me?"
"Do you want me to?" Nick challenged her.
"Yes." She grabbed the back of Nick's neck and pulled him to her.
"Sara." His voice came out halfway in between a moan and a whisper.
"Nicky, take me." She whispered.
That was all he needed to hear.