Disclaimer: Refer to the other chapters.
Rating: I don't believe I Want George is going to be needing her A/C on, so I guess PG-13. Or maybe not.
Author's Notes: Julie, I forgot to tell you in the review I dropped you: I got a white chocolate Lindt bunny from my mom for Easter. If it makes you feel any better, I ate the ears first though it was mostly body.
And what's this "Americans don't call each other 'love'" nonsense? It's funny because after I finished reading that my friend on msn was like "thanks love" but she's Canadian. So is it just "darling" then or is there something else as well? Wow, I am just amazed.
And in regards to Fiian being ripped off, Gizzi, yeah, she kind of is getting robbed but I have sharing problems. : D
Thank you for all reviews everyone!
Chapter Eleven:
Through the haze of her sleep she could feel the edge of the bed nearer to her than it had been an hour ago. Nick was flush against her back, his arm protectively around her waist, and breathing deeply through the tendrils of sleep.
It had been at least the third time that she had woken up, unaccustomed to the feeling of someone sleeping with her let alone touching her while she slept. She shivered when Nick let out a deep breath across her skin and smiled as he buried his nose into her neck unconsciously. His hand was flat against the space between her breasts and his thigh was nestled high in between her legs. This was definitely something she could get used to, she found herself thinking as he shifted slightly.
What she wasn't expecting was his other leg coming up so that he was in the fetal position but it caused her to lose her balance since she was teetering on the edge of the bed. Face flat on the floor, Sara let out a frustrated growl and then a loud yelp when a body fell on top of her.
"Damn it Nick!" she cried, trying to roll over on her back so she could push his dead weight off of her.
"Sara?" he said, his voice husky with sleep and confusion.
"Get the hell off of me!"
"What?"
He opened is eyes and waited a moment for them to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom. He faintly saw Sara beneath him and it looked oddly like they were no longer on the bed.
"You weigh a ton! Get up!"
Struggling to get the fatigue out of his muscles, Nick sat up on the back of his heels, straddling her. He heard the loud sigh beneath him and instantly felt bad.
"Did I push you off the bed?"
"Yeah, kind of," she mumbled, rubbing her noise. "I think you broke my nose, you jerk."
"I didn't mean to!" he protested, the slight whine in his voice evident.
"Sure you didn't," she smiled softly. "If you wanted me out of your bed you could have said something, Nicky."
"Now why would I want you out of my bed, Sara Sidle, when I have worked for four years just getting you in it?" he murmured, bend down to whisper the words into ear. He looked her then in the eyes, his mouth only a mere inch apart from hers.
"Because you realized how jealous Greg will be."
He chortled lightly and rolled her eyes. "Should I be worried about Greg?"
"What does that mean?"
"Does Greg still have a chance with you?"
"I think it's pretty evident that he does."
He listened to her words and it took them a moment to register. "What? He does not!"
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?"
There was bewilderment written across his face. He had no idea where she was going with this, what she wanted him to say or do. His words were lost somewhere in his throat and he just sat there atop of her, his mouth slightly agape, with a frown across his brow.
"Well?"
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Nothing. I mean, I get to sleep with as many guys as I want. I'm not complaining."
In her mind she had thought of all the ways to run the "boyfriend/ girlfriend" thing across Nick without losing his attention or having him brush her off. Making him jealous and putting him in a situation he could not drawl his way out of, seemed perfect. Now was the most opportune moment, she figured.
"Then doesn't that mean I get to sleep with as many girls as I want?" he countered, starting to see where she was going with this.
"I suppose but I don't see them lining up anywhere, Nicky," she jested, poking him in the ribs.
"Let's count how many you have, Sidle. You've got Greg. That's one."
She could see him holding up one solitary finger in the air.
"And you."
"Fine. Two."
"I'm sure Warrick would always be game for it."
Through the darkness she could not see his eyes narrow at the implication that his best friend would take her to bed. The idea sickened him that she would have sex with any other guy when she was having sex with him. She knew he was possessive and she knew that he could get envious at times, and she was using it to her advantage somehow, he slowly realized.
"What are you about?" he wondered suspiciously.
"Nothing."
"Yes you are. Is there something you want, Sara?"
There was a moment's pause in which she sat there beneath him thinking what she wanted to say, whether she wanted to continue to dance around the idea or simply just come out and tell him. She was beginning to become sick of playing games, as fun as they were at times, but when it came to the matters of her heart, she wanted answers not sly comments that pleased her.
"I want you, Nick," was her simple reply said evenly and matter-of-factly.
"You have me already," he responded.
She could tell that he didn't get what she was trying to say.
"No, Nick. I want you to be more than my… fuck buddy."
A cringe surged through his body at her choice of words but he understood that there was really nothing else that she could call them. That's exactly what they were only more blunt than he would have put it.
"What, then?"
She let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes at his innocence. "You are no help."
"Well, Sar, I have no idea what you're trying to say. Do you want me to be your boyfriend or something?" he asked, irritation lacing his tone.
"Yes!"
"Oh."
"Don't sound too thrilled," she muttered dryly.
"No, no. It's not that. I just didn't think that you wanted…that."
"Well I do but I know that you don't."
"What gave you that impression?"
"You telling me that you didn't want a girlfriend."
"And I do believe that you said that you didn't want a boyfriend?"
"I lied."
"Sara, we could never get away with it at work."
"But we can get away with having sex?"
Again, he was at a loss for words. It's not that he didn't want to date her because in fact, the though was coursing through his mind more often these days than it ever had been before.
"I want to date you –"
"So then what's the problem?" She could no longer control the small anger that was beginning to rise in her voice.
"There is no problem," he answered, kissing her sweetly on the lips.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, as long as you are."
She smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him for all he was worth.
"Just promise me you won't be a bigger tease now at work than you already are."
Author's Note: Are you happy now, Julie? They are OFFICIALLY a couple. : D
