Disclaimer: Don't own them, would buy them, want the creating rights but cannot have them, would screw George at any possible chance. Happy?
Author's Notes: I dedicate this chapter to forensicsfan because your comment "for a chocolate covered George" inspired this chapter. Enjoy being hot and bothered, love. And Happy Easter, y'all!
Chapter Five: Stokes Clad In Chocolate
There was more pink, green, yellow, and purple in the entire lab than Nick had ever seen in his entire life. He watched in horror as Greg Sanders paraded around the lab with a wicker pink basket in hand, chocolates inside. He wore a colorful polka dot tie and a very vibrant purple blazer and to top it all off, he wore white furry rabbit ears and a rabbit nose. Nick didn't know whether to laugh or to scratch his eyes out at the sight. It seemed that he was not the only one with the same decision in mind. Grissom was standing outside of his office, staring at the lab tech with his mouth open and his glasses in hand. He did not appreciate the cut-out eggs that Greg had taped around the lab or the proposal for an 'egg hunt.'
"Greg, shouldn't you be processing those fingerprints I gave you?" inquired Grissom, finally gaining his usual composure.
"It's already been done, Boss. Here, have an egg," he said cheerfully, handing over a green and silver wrapped chocolate egg.
"Get away from me," warned Nick, both hands up in defense as he took a step back. "I hate chocolate, man."
"Come on, Nick. It's Easter."
"So? It's commercialized anyway."
"Oh, lighten up," started Sara, patting him gently on the back and taking a couple of the small eggs out of Greg's basket. She received a scowl from the older man and an appreciated grin from the younger.
"Yeah, Nicky. Lighten up," Greg taunted.
"Greggo, I suggest you get back to work," offered Grissom walking by as he unwrapped his egg. "I need those results on my desk. Now. And Nick, Sara, if you see Catherine tell her I need to see her."
"Yeah, sure, Gris."
Nick and Sara walked off in the other direction from Grissom, chatting about the decorations and the attire of Greg. The conversation carried on until they made it to Sara's Tahoe since Nick's was in repair.
The air was humid and hot enough to put Mississippi summers to shame. Sara had taken advantage of the heat and adorned a white tank top with her faded jeans.
"Can I drive?" Nick wondered, a slight pout on his lips and pleading in his eyes.
"It's my truck."
"I miss driving mine. I won't be able to for another week, Sar. Come on, we're only going out for lunch."
"So let me get this straight. You want to drive my truck and go to the In and Out?"
"Yes."
"And what do I get out of you totaling my Tahoe and greasy hamburgers?"
"A fine afternoon with yours truly," he replied sweetly, giving her a wide smile. "Besides, you owe me from that thing earlier in the layout room."
"What thing?" she asked, brow furrowed as she leaned against the grill of her navy blue Tahoe.
"Your wandering hand."
She scoffed and threw the keys at him, rounding the front to the passenger's side. "You know you enjoyed it, Nick."
"What if I did?"
"I know you did."
"Okay, so I did. Where does that leave us?" He started the engine after buckling in. He checked the rear view mirror, both side mirrors, and then over his shoulder as he backed out of the parking stall.
"I don't know. In a Tahoe with hungry stomachs?"
He glanced at her as he did a two-point turn before he sped out of the parking lot and had her reaching frantically for her seatbelt.
"Jesus, Nick. How do they teach you to drive in Texas?"
"Like you're dying," he grinned, signaling his lane change.
"Apparently," she breathed out, staring at the cars they passed.
"So where did you get the break room table from?"
"Huh?"
"Sex. Break room Table."
"Oh. Um, nowhere? I figure that it's cleaner than the layout table considering all of the stuff we put on there. Have you ever washed it once you were finished?"
"Once but that's only because I spilt orange juice."
"Contaminating evidence, Nicky?" chided Sara, smirking at him with a teasing hint in her tone.
"No. I guess if we did have sex on the layout table we could potentially contaminate evidence," he mused, pulling into the parking lot of the In and Out, his favorite place to eat in the entire world.
"Potentially, yes."
"Inside or in the Tahoe?"
"You are not eating that burger in here."
"Inside it is."
They found a table in the corner after receiving two orders of fries, a double double Animal Style, and onion rings accompanied with two beverages. She sat across from him, not having the stomach to sit beside him while he ate his burger dripping with grease and fat, not to mention all of the preservatives and other unmentionables.
"That is the sickest thing I have ever seen," she mumbled disgustedly, watching him over her water as he took the largest bite she had ever witnessed of his big, dripping with sauce and who knows what else, burger.
He chewed with a smile on his face and then topped it with a sip of his cola. "Your onion rings look pretty sick too Sar."
"It's not my fault they don't serve salads here."
"That's because a man doesn't want a salad with Italian dressing and a bread stick on the side. He wants a fattening, artery-clogging burger that is almost better than sex to eat for lunch."
"And what would you prefer to have, Nick Stokes: that "artery-clogging burger" or sex?"
"It depends."
"On what?"
"Who I am having sex with," he replied honestly through a mouthful of meat and cheese. She winced at the sight of it and looked down at her onion rings, tempted to push them away if they had not been the only thing she ate all day.
"Catherine."
"Burger."
"Wow. Don't hesitate to think there, Nicky."
He shrugged as he took another bite, hands practically covered in sauce and whatnot.
"You're telling me that you wouldn't have sex with a woman as gorgeous as her, as experienced as her?"
"I would have sex with her, yes, but if I had to choose between a burger and sex with Catherine, I'd go for the burger. Warrick would have my head anyways if I did screw her."
"Me."
"What?"
"The burger or me."
He put down the half eaten burger, the first time she had ever seen him let go of a double double Animal style burger unless he dropped a piece by accident, and licked his fingers before wiping them clean with a napkin. Or five.
"You want me to chose between the burger or you?"
"That's what I said. Answer truthfully too."
"Give me a taste."
"Excuse me?"
"Give me a taste of what I might consider giving my burger up for."
"Nick, that's ridiculous. Sex is sex."
"Uh huh. There's bad sex and then there's mind-blowing sex, Sara. You're not a virgin. You know what I am talking about."
"We're in public," she hissed, leaning over the table and gripping the edge, turning her knuckles white.
"The Tahoe is in the parking lot. We can come back in."
"No. Not happening," she said finally, folding her arms over her chest.
"Why not?"
"You can decide without a "taste" as you put it."
"Not accurately I can't."
"Nice try."
"Just a kiss."
"Nick –"
He got out from his side of the booth and she stared at him incredulously, shaking her head. She scooted farther over in the seat and Nick slid in beside her, watching her like a predator. Her heart was hammering against her chest and she licked her lips in anticipation as well as nervousness. She saw his eyes darken at the innocent gesture as he leaned in closer to her.
"Just a kiss," he whispered softly, his right hand slipping into her hair. His warm chestnut eyes gazed into hers and she practically melted at the lust of it.
The distance between their lips was almost nonexistent before Nick heard two familiar voices and pulled away from her in one fluid motion. Entering the restaurant was Catherine and Warrick, smiling at each other and laughing. They noticed Sara and Nick, and decided to join them at their booth after ordering their meals.
"Hey, guess what we brought with us?" smiled Catherine, a brown bag with a large 'DQ' on it. "Hot fudge Sundaes. My treat."
Nick smiled and thanked her while Sara desperately attempted to recover herself and appear composed, calm.
"Are you alright, Sara?" queried Warrick, concern lacing his tone.
"Yeah. I just get disgusted watching Nick eat his burger," she answered, feigning a smile.
The three of them chuckled at her comment and Nick snatched up his burger once more. They ate there meals quickly, anticipating their sundaes that were slowly melting. Just as Catherine took out their sundaes, her pager went off and she as well as Warrick had to leave for their case, taking their own sundaes with them.
"We should be getting back soon too," stated Nick. "Do you trust me to eat this in the Tahoe?"
"I guess but if you spill, you get to pay for it."
"Fine."
They took their desserts into the Tahoe, Nick still in the driver's seat and Sara beside him practically devouring her ice cream. Where she was clean and tidy, Nick was a mess with the chocolate fudge. It was all over his face and on his chin. He reminded her of a one-year-old trying to feed itself.
"Nick, you eat like you're three."
"Hmm?"
"Look at your face," she said, pointing to the rear view mirror. He did and laughed at himself. "It's all over your face!"
He dipped his finger into hers for all she had left was the sauce and she didn't even see it coming. He smeared the sticky chocolate across her lips, chin, and part of her cheek. She squealed in shock and tried to get away from his chocolate-covered fingers. Without her knowing it Nick had taken her sundae, put his own chocolate-less one on the dashboard, and had her beneath him with her hot fudge in hand.
"Nick, don't you dare!" she exclaimed as he threatened to pour some on her. "I will kill you and make it look like an accident!"
"I'm sure you would, Sidle," he chuckled.
He smeared some across her neck and onto her white tank top, eliciting a horrified gasp from her. He smirked down at her victoriously and he knew he was going to pay for it. With strength he never knew she had, Sara wrestled him down beneath her and straddled his waist. She was now in possession of the hot fudge and was willing to use it. Today, Nick had opted in wearing a button-up shirt, unbuttoning it dangerously low in lieu of Warrick. With fudge on the tip of her finger, she made a trail from his lips, down his neck, and underneath his shirt. He never expected to feel the flat of her tongue lapping clean the chocolate path she had just made and when it got to his mouth, she smirked, and with a deft tongue and lips, cleaned ever inch of his mouth.
Dipping two fingers into the fudge, she brought them to his lips and he sucked them spotless without a second thought. She smiled down at him before taking him hungrily with her mouth. A long moment later, they broke apart, their breaths hitched a little with the deprivation of oxygen.
"Five minutes ago you refused to kiss me and now you're damn-well devouring me, woman. I don't understand you."
"This is under different terms."
"Not much –"
Her tongue licking over his pulse quieted him and he moaned when she ran her tongue over his Adam's apple before biting into his heated flesh. The persuasion of his hands on her hips, holding her firmly to his body, made her want to rock against him and she did in a slow, agonizing grind. He gave a manly groan with a hint of Texas.
"Mmm," she moaned, undoing a few more of the buttons on his shirt. "A chocolate covered Nick Stokes. What more could a woman ask for on Easter?"
The lazy grin across his moist lips drove her to take another gentle bite of his bottom lip and she succumbed to his dominance when he carefully rolled himself on top of her. He could have easily gotten used to the way he fit perfectly in between her spread legs and the way she looked at him like she could eat him whole.
"Damn Sara, I want you so badly," he groaned into her ear as his hand ventured from her hip, over her clothed stomach and to her breast. Her reply was an arch of her hips into his and a muffled moan. Teeth tugged at the lobe of her ear after a tongue traced the outside shell.
"Nicky," she whispered as his hand retraced its steps to underneath her chocolate stained tank top and up to her lace-clad breast. He pinched gently at her nipple as his teeth nibbled her collarbone and all he could think of was how good it would feel to have her breast in his mouth, not only his hand.
She made him sit upright against the back of the seat so she could sit astride his lap and kiss him senseless. The fudge was gone and forsaken somewhere with the other on the dashboard. Her bruised lips were demanding as his fingers got lost in her mahogany hair and she no longer fought the urge to grind down on his erection that was pressing into her. His hands that were once tangled in her tresses were now encouraging her rhythm, one on her hip while the other squeezed her behind.
Something vibrated against the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise, wondering how Nick's anatomy was capable of such a thing. He reached down in between them and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, urgently attempting to regain a steady breathing pattern.
"Stokes?"
"Nick, it's Brass. The boyfriend confessed."
"Alright. We'll be down there in ten."
He hung up and looked at her apologetically. "Duty calls, darlin'."
"It always does."
She hopped out of the car with the garbage in her hands and emptied them into the near by bin before she jumped back in. She was thankful for that back that she kept an extra set of clothes in the back and while Nick pulled out of the parking lot, she put on a blouse over top of the stained tank top.
"So Nick, what's your decision?"
"What?"
"The burger or me?"
