Disclaimer: I feel like the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher when I do this spiel: I don't own them, I didn't create them, and I never profit from them financially speaking. Waw waw waaaww. That's my impression.

Rating: I'll say that it's rated 'R' in setting hopes for a fun filled chapter. How does that sound? –Later- Let me correct myself: Hard (cough) R. One word: fellatio. –raises eyebrows- You wanted dirty Christy.

Author's Notes: To A Christy. I might just make them have really dirty sex. Or not.


Chapter Nine: Sorry Warrick

She thought that she should have felt bad for Nick actually having the strength to pull away from her, to not hitch her up onto the break room table and fuck her into oblivion. It was find of her fault anyway, she rationalized. She did, after all, go on about her "company time" nonsense and had all day when poor Nicky was just a horny teenage boy inside. If he knew that she pitied him, she doubted that he would do anything with her just to show her that he had restraint, that he could keep a tight leash on his lust.

With a firm hand Sara pushed open the door of the locker room and saw him with his head against his locker door, breathing in and out very deeply, very steadily. He appeared to still be in a state of arousal and if she did say so herself, he was probably suffering from the worst case of blue balls. She had observed at the crime scene earlier each time she would brush up against him or give him an eyeful of her cleavage. Apparently his naughty imagination was working on overdrive all night and what had happened in the break room was not much of a help.

He had heard her come in, knowing that it was only her and no one else since everyone had gone to pick up doughnuts. It was what they did every Friday night only tonight he and Sara would not be there because they had to finish their case.

She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms low around his waist, one hand on his hard abs and the other on his hard erection.

"Need some help, Cowboy?" she whispered into his ear, giving him a firm squeeze in hello.

"Don't start something you won't finish, Sara," he warned, his voice husky and dark.

"Trust me, Nick. I am definitely going to finish you this time."

"Lock the door."

"No."

"What?"

"I'll take my chances. You're not going to last long anyways," she stated, unzipping his jeans with care before slipping her hand past the cloth barrier until she found warm, rigid flesh.

"You're willing to risk your career?"

"No one's going to be coming except you," she remarked and he chuckled at her dirty mouth. "Turn around."

"Sara –"

"Fine."

He thought that she was going to leave him there when he felt her hand slip out of his pants but he was surprised when she ducked under his arms that supported himself against the lockers, and dropped to her knees.

"What are you doing?" he said. She had never heard him sound so scared in his entire life.

"I believe you know how this goes, Nicolas," she smiled cheekily, pulling down his jeans and boxers until they were halfway down his thighs.

He was about to interject when she took him as far as she could in her mouth, mindful of her teeth. She gave him one hard suck and a twirl of her tongue around his tip before she sat back on her heels and looked up at him innocently.

"You were saying?"

"Absolutely nothing," he groaned out.

"I thought so."

With the tip of her tongue she flicked it against the underside of the head of his penis and took only that in her mouth while her hand idly stroked him and the heavier weight in between his legs. He thrust against her mouth though he tried not to, trying to urge her to pick up her pace. The sight of her winking up at him while he was hard in her mouth made him moan soundly, his voice reverberating against the walls.

She chuckled low in her throat and the vibrations coursed through him. She saw him clench his fist and squeeze his eyes shut, knowing that he was just teetering on the edge. Her hands ran up his bare legs and up to the small of his back where she decided that it would be a perfect time to mar his freshly healed back with her fingernails. She drew back a little bit and then took him further into her mouth, tasting the tip once more before he gave a loud, manly cry, exploding in her mouth. She was a little taken back but quickly complied by swallowing.

His hand reached down and stroked her hair with affection, the look on his face content as she sat back against the lockers, breathing slightly noisily at his feet. He fixed himself up as she tried to catch her breath and then he kneeled before her taking her in his arms.

"Jesus Sara," he drawled into her hair.

"You liked that?"

"Hell yeah," he said firmly, kissing her bottom lip with his. "Don't ever let me catch you doing that to anyone else."

"But Warrick was really looking forward to it," she teased, resting her head on his shoulder.

"That's too bad."

"I'll try to let him down gently," she replied, kissing his forehead and then standing up, smiling down at the sated man.

"You're mine."