"I'm sorry." Sara furrowed her brow at Nick as she emerged from the bathroom with an embarrassed expression on her face, hopeful that her quick exit hadn't dampened their first kiss.
Nick was still grinning like an idiot and he pulled himself up off of the bed and went over to where she stood, resting his hand on her shoulders. "You have nothing to be sorry about." His eyes caressed her face.
Sara smirked. "It's just not how I envisioned my first kiss with you would be." She suddenly sounded a bit flustered as she averted her gaze from his. "I mean, the kiss was incredible, amazing really. It's just me." She gestured towards the bathroom. "Well this thing anyway. I'm just sorry it's getting in the way."
"Sara." Nick's voice was soft, but there was a hint of amusement in it, beckoning her to look at him again.
She looked up.
"You have no idea how much I enjoyed kissing you, even in spite of that." He was having difficulty trying to explain to her just how earth shattering it had felt to him without divulging how deep his feelings seemed to be going; he just wasn't ready to articulate those yet.
"Me too." She couldn't help but grin and then impulsively leaned in and kissed him as she slid her arms around his neck. They stood like that for a few good long minutes trading soft, slow kisses, enjoying the newness of the experience and the taste of each other's lips.
When they finally did pull apart, Nick let out a chuckle and looked down at her. "Do you still feel like eating?"
Sara nodded, her smile widening. "Yeah, I do."
"Good, because I'm starving." He realized that despite his trip out to the pharmacy and the grocery, he had not eaten since they'd had dinner at El Morro and he was extremely hungry.
They settled on a restaurant that catered to tourist with it's more American style food and Sara made a point to order bottled water to drink despite assurances that the water was perfectly safe.
Nick looked at her in amusement as the waiter left and then he reached across the table and wrapped his hand around hers. "So what do you want to do after we eat?"
A smile played at Sara's lips as she took in the feel of his thumb caressing the back of her hand. "Well, we could go shopping." She smirked. "I still need to get some real pajamas."
Nick chuckled. "You know the more you don't want me to see the ones you brought, the more curious I am as to what they look like."
Sara just shook her head trying to keep her smile from turning into a grin. "Nick."
"You can't blame a guy for trying." He remarked.
"I just, it's just…" She let out a sigh before continuing. "I'm just afraid that it might push thing along faster than either one of us is ready for." She watched as Nick tried to swallow his smile and then she found herself trying to swallow one of her own. "Ok, faster than I'm ready."
Nick gave her hand a gentle squeeze and he smiled softly at her. "Sara, I'm not going to push you into something you don't want, but I'm also not going to lie to you and tell you that I'm not extremely attracted to you."
"I know." She countered returning his smile. "It's not that I don't want it, I do." She cleared her throat and felt her cheeks flush a little as she watched a grin spread across Nick's face. "I just need some time to get used to you and I being an 'us'. Going from friends to more is a little scary."
"A lot scary." Nick confessed as he looked at her earnestly.
She nodded and looked into his eyes, glad that he understood her fear and insecurity. "Yeah, a lot scary." They were both quiet for a long moment before Sara spoke again. "And then there's my current digestive issues to consider." She smirked. "Not exactly conducive to enjoying the moment."
Nick chuckled. "Ok, so we'll go shopping after we eat." He decided that changing the subject was probably a good idea and he gave Sara's hand another squeeze as he saw their waiter approaching with the food.
After devouring their meals with all the gusto of a wrestler trying to make weight, Nick and Sara headed back to the shops that ringed Parque Benito Juarez. They slowly meandered through the shops taking time to pick up souvenirs for people back home.
"Hey, Sara, what do you think about this for Greg?" Nick was sporting a very large shocking red sombrero with multicolored trim.
The image of him in that hat doing a little hip shimmy was enough to send Sara into a fit of giggles.
Nick rested his hands on his hips and quirked an eyebrow at Sara. "What?"
Sara let out a snort and started to laugh again. "You." Giggle. "Look." Giggle. Snort. "Ridiculous." More giggles.
"Hey, I think I look pretty good." He protested until he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror and realized that Sara was right. He let out a snort and then glanced at Sara over his shoulder. "It would be perfect for Greg though."
Sara was still giggling. "And just how in the world were you planning on fitting that thing in your suitcase?"
He smirked as he pulled the hat off and put it back on the shelf it had come from. "Ok, you make a good point, Ms. Smarty Pants."
Sara stepped towards him and reached for his hand. "C'mon, I still haven't found what I'm looking for."
As they left the store, Nick glanced over at her with a mischievous expression on his face. "I still don't know why you didn't want that thing I pointed out to you about two stores back."
Sara rolled her eyes at him and tried to put on her best stern expression, failing miserably. "I am not going to wear a mumu."
"I don't think that's what it's called, Sar." Nick couldn't help the smile spreading across his face.
Sara tried to restrain a smile. "I don't care what they're called, even I don't want something that covers me up that much."
Nick's smile spread into a grin as he waggled his eyebrows at her. "Neither do I."
