DOUBLE DECOY

Chapter 4: Warming Up
Rating: This chapter would be an R.
A/N: Thanks for waiting, guys. I'm really sorry this chapter took so long to get out. And, keep in mind that this is my first attempt at writing an N/S love scene, so there's no telling how good it'll be ;)

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"I hate to be the one to tell you this, Sara, but... you can't go home," Grissom solemnly informed her as she, Nick, and the team headed out to the Tahoes the next day.

She nodded. "I understand... it's still a crime scene."

"Do you have somewhere that you can stay?" Catherine asked. "Because if you need to, I have a spare bedr--"

"She can stay with me," Nick jumped in, surprising everyone but Sara... and Catherine.

A wry smile played across the strawberry blond's thick lips, and she eyed him in her peripheral vision. "Really, Nicky? She won't cramp your style?"

"Aw, no..." He waved the notion away with a dismissive stroke of his hand, trying desperately to cover his nervousness. "I mean..." He smirked. "I figure, Sara probably needs a big, strong guy around to protect her."

Without missing a beat, Sara chimed in with a dry smile of her own, "But since I don't know of any, Nick will have to do."

Catherine just continued to grin her Cheshire-cat grin at the two of them, nodding slowly. "Yes, well... I suppose we all better get home," she sighed.

"Hey, are you guys up for breakfast?" Warrick asked, glancing between his four colleagues. "It's been awhile since we've all gone out for breakfast."

Sara's hand reached his shoulder, rubbing it gently as she frowned sympathetically. "Warrick, I'm sorry, but I'm still really tired."

Nick nodded, drawling a remorseful, "Yeah, I think I'm just gonna bring her home, man. Sorry."

"Naw, s'alright." He glanced to the two senior CSIs. "Anybody else?"

Catherine smiled sheepishly as Grissom sighed, nodding his head toward her. "I promised Catherine I'd make her breakfast at my townhouse, and then we're taking Lindsey to the park when she gets home from school."

Nick grinned over at Warrick. "Looks like you'll be having that breakfast all by yourself, bro."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, picture that. See you guys."

The rest of the team uttered various goodbyes before separating... Grissom and Catherine wandering toward one of the three Tahoes, while Nick and Sara headed to another, and Warrick to his own.

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"I'm sorry you can't stop home to get some of your stuff," Nick apologized as he led her inside. "If it helps any, there's a new, un-opened toothbrush in the bathroom that you're welcome to use."

Sara grinned in response, stepping fully inside Nick's townhouse. "Yes, because that's what I was concerned about... plaque."

He glared facetiously at her, bursting into a grin seconds later upon seeing the bright smile on her face... and he chuckled. "How're you doin'?" he drawled quietly, studying her.

She shrugged. "I'm doing alright, I guess." She shook her head. "I just... keep thinking about that first moment I felt him in my room. The way that my heart jumped." Her voice broke with unshed emotion, tears filling her chocolate eyes. "I was so sure I was gonna die, Nick. I was so sure he was gonna kill me before I had a chance to tell you..."

"Sshh, shh..." He pulled her close, his strong arms securing her against the warmth of his body as he dusted her citrus-scented hair with kisses. "You're here... he didn't kill you." He pulled slightly away, attempting a reassuring smile as his eyes searched hers. "And you told me."

She nodded. "I know, but Nick--"

He stopped her voice with a kiss, his hands reaching up to enfold her face. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, letting out a slightly audible noise of defiance before succumbing to the feel of his lips on hers... sinking against him. His right hand left her face and slowly began to snake around her waist while the other wandered up into her hair from the back of her neck... the kiss slowly deepening.

When he pulled her flush against him she gasped, and Nick stole the opportunity to glide his tongue past her open lips, tasting her. She whimpered into his mouth at this new sensation, the sound lost inside their kiss. Far too soon for Sara's liking however, he pulled away... both of them panting harshly against each other's lips. "Why did you stop?" she breathed.

"I just..." He slid his hands through her hair, his eyes focused on her lips, parted slightly and still looking quite inviting. "I thought it would be best if we--"

"I don't wanna stop," she whispered, her words nearly stopping his heart.

His serene, coffee-brown eyes searched hers. "Are you sure?"

"Really sure," she insisted. Her hands grasped his biceps, squeezing gently. "Nick, I love you."

"And I love you..."

She nodded vehemently, smiling brightly at him. "I know. And I wanna feel that. I wanna feel you loving me."

He slowly broke into a smile of his own... lovingly gazing at her. "If you're sure..."

"Nick!" she chuckled, grabbing his face. She stared straight into his eyes. "I'm completely sure. I wanna do this." Her voice dropped slightly in volume as she brushed her lips to his lightly, her eyes diving into his. "I want you to make love to me."

He let out his breath in a rush, his smile melting her heart. "Bedroom?" he asked quietly... almost meekly.

"Unless you want to do it right here in front of the big picture window? Yes."

Nick chuckled, then bent down to scoop her into his strong arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Once inside, he shut the door with one swift kick of his foot, smiling at his brown-haired beauty as he carried her over to the bed, gingerly laying her down.

She grinned brightly as she felt herself sink into the cloud of pillows scattered across the head of his king-sized bed, her hair fanning out beneath her. In a matter of moments, she found herself blanketed by Nick's strong body, hovering over her with just mere breaths between them. For what felt like an eternity, they just stared into each other's eyes, chestnut and chocolate duelling in a battle so intense, Sara began to shiver.

"Are you cold?" he asked, concern in his tone.

"A little," she sighed. A mischievous glint twinkled in her eye as she reached up, balling his shirt in her fist. "Why don't you warm me up?" and she pulled his lips to hers.

The kiss was aggressive... fierce to begin with... the ten-months worth of pent up sexual tension and passion fuelling the motion of their lips. Slowly, the kiss morphed into something more than desire... more than lust. Their lips softened, and Nick's hands slowly enfolded Sara's face, inciting a sigh from her.

Their hands tentatively moved to caress and fondle, neither wanting to rush their first time together. As Sara's fingers began working the buttons on Nick's jacket, he began moving her shirt up her body, inch-by-inch. Feather-light kisses made their way across her tummy, then up the center of her body... following the trail of skin the shirt left behind. When it had reached her collarbone, Nick painfully removed his lips from her to pull the shirt over her head, smiling into her eyes as he tossed it over his shoulder... leaning down again to kiss her.

His lips pressed against hers, firm but gentle, as his hands caressed her sides... gliding over the fabric of her bra. When his thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts through the thin material, she moaned, and arched her back as an invitation for him to remove the confining article... which he did. His tongue began to taste her, delighting in the sweet scent and salty taste of her body... and Nick found himself craving that combination as he traveled lower. Light kisses dusted her abdomen, his tongue tasting the sides of her navel while his hands rubbed across the waistline of her pants... and when she raised her hips off the bed in anticipation, he chuckled. "Easy there," he teased. "We've got all night."

"Nick, I need you," she whispered frantically, and when he glanced to meet the look in her eyes, his last thread of self-control snapped.

His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans, pulling them down her legs... his fingertips caressing her hairless lengths as he went. After briefly watching the jeans land on his dresser, knocking over a few bottles of cologne, he chuckled, then turned his attention back to Sara, slithering up her body as his lips ached for hers.

She moaned into his insistent, fiery kiss, and hurriedly shoved at his jacket, pushing it down his arms and letting it fall to the floor before her hands reached for the hem of his tight tee-shirt. She broke the kiss reluctantly in order to remove the article of clothing that separated her from his bare skin, then... once the article had been tossed aside... she pulled his lips back to hers, fingertips roaming his smooth, muscular chest and finely sculpted abdomen.

He moaned against her lips as her hands set fire to his skin, and he reached between her legs, rubbing her through her panties. When she bucked against his hand and broke the kiss to groan, he smiled. "God, Nick," she panted, and he took the hint.

The pink lace slid down her legs gingerly while his eyes held hers, and when she felt his finger against her, her eyes snapped shut... head lolling back against the pillows. "Nick..."

He touched her tentatively, feeling her arousal, testing her reactions... growing more and more aroused at the sound of her groans. When she sat up, he moved away slightly, alarmed... until she grinned at him. "Sorry," she panted. "I just need you so incredibly bad right now, and you still have way too many clothes on."

He chuckled, helping her to unbuckle and unzip his pants, pushing them to the floor. He stood, winking at her as he drawled, "Then how about we even things up?" before dropping his boxers to his ankles.

When he saw her lips part in an expression of shock, eyebrows venturing up toward her hairline, he smirked. "What?"

She closed her mouth, shaking her head as she tore her eyes away from him. "Sorry," she apologized sheepishly, cheeks tinging pink. She met his eyes. "It's just..." Her chocolate irises floated briefly once more between his legs before glancing back up at him, grinning. "My wildest dreams never did you justice."

He raised his eyebrows. "Wow," he chuckled, crawling into bed beside her, coaxing her to lie back against the pillows. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should." She grinned devilishly and winked, tripping her fingers down his body. "Just don't let it go to your head."

When her fingers wrapped around his arousal, he groaned, burying his face in her hair as his hands caressed her body. "Sara..."

She planted kisses from his neck to his shoulder, eyes slipping shut as she murmured. "Make love to me, Nick."

Without further hesitation, he positioned himself between her parting legs and stared deep into her eyes, sliding into her fully.... moaning when he saw her eyes darken in response. She pulled him close, and they began to move together, a feeling of unity surrounding both.

He placed gentle kisses to her neck, running his fingertip lightly against the bruise encircling her throat... choking back a sob at the sight. When she sensed this, she pulled away slightly to gaze into his eyes... fingers threading through his short-cropped hair. "Hey," she whispered, gasping a bit as he hit a sensitive spot inside her. "I'm okay," she reminded him.

Nick nodded, burying his face in her neck and wrapping his arms tight around her lithe form... ensuring that she'd never slip away from him. She rubbed comforting circles into his back, soothing his anxiety... calming the thoughts of almost losing her... and his movements began to gain speed. Her moans encouraged him, and he reached down to grasp her hips, biting down on his lip. "Sara, I'm close..." he warned her.

She held the back of his neck, her free hand roaming down his sweat-soaked back as she nodded, managing to get out, "Me too."

It wasn't long before the lovers reached the precipice and crashed over it, calling each other's names before collapsing against the sheets... bodies entwined, lust and urges temporarily sated. "Nick..." Sara panted, winding her hands through his short hair, pulling his head off her chest to stare into his eyes. She searched the sable depths with her own. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he smiled, breathless. "I'm more than okay."

She regarded him seriously, melting into a smile when his thumbs began caressing the worry lines out of her forehead. "Sorry, you just seemed a little... emotional... for a moment, there."

He nodded, closing his eyes briefly. "I know. I saw your bruise, and I just..." He shook his head as he found himself unable to finish, a single tear escaping the only evidence of his vulnerability.

"Hey, hey..." she whispered, lips slipping into a sympathetic pout as she reached up to wipe away the tear. "You know I'm okay. You know I'm right here with you."

He nodded, his body sighing as he pulled out of her, dropping to his side... his hand propping his head up. "I know you're okay, Sair," he whispered, taking a moment to swallow as tears choked him up. He blinked them back. "But you almost weren't. You almost weren't because of that asshole Culpepper."

She smiled. "Well, just rest assured that Grissom's probably tearing him a new one as we speak."

He chuckled. "Well, if Grissom's not, Catherine sure as hell is. You should've seen the look she gave him when she came in and saw you."

She smiled ruefully, rolling her eyes. "I can imagine." After a moment of staring into his eyes, she sighed. "Don't think about what could have happened, Nick. Just know that you saved my life by coming in when you did. Just know that I'm okay. That I'm here...." She cupped his face, smiling lovingly into his soft, sable hues. "And that I love you."

His grin brightened the entire house. "I love you too," he murmured, and leaned down to kiss her. When he pulled away, he sighed, mock-serious as he told her, "Just to warn you, I won't be letting you out of my sight ever again."

She smirked. "What happens when I have to go to the bathroom?"

He gave her a look, and she giggled. "I know, I know!" she laughed. "I don't want you to let me out of your sight, either. So... you promise?"

He grinned. "Cross my heart, Peanut."

She giggled. "Good. Now, to get to the more pressing issue at hand..." She reached down and toyed with him through the sheet, arching an eyebrow. "We're not done, are we?"

He mirrored her raised-eyebrow expression, smirking coyly as he drawled, "Are you kiddin'? We're just warming up!"

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