Disclaimer: I don't profit from them, I do not keep them in little cages with mail slots for their food to go through, and I did not have the privilege of creating them.

Rating: Let's just say that IWantGeorge is going to be needing her A/C on high and it just got hotter in Seattle, as well as all of Canada.

Author's Notes: Thank you for reviewing everyone!

Fiian, darling, homo sapien of mine. I love you and only wish that you could fit Kevin (cough) Sven (cough) in your mouth.

Alex: Though and I have two different, yet the same, ideas of what 'quarantine' means, I meant it to be like the summary says: "Nick needs to get someone out of his system." Apparently Sara is a disease now. But nonetheless I got it off this "Ad ware" program that I have that gets rid of viruses. You click 'Quarantine' when you want to rid of them.

Krys: I have accepted the fact that George covered in chocolate is more calories than I need but I do think that it's probably somewhere around 6/7 (Eight if you're hopeful) calories… not 5. But maybe we're talking about two completely different things. And thank you oh so much for the chocolate covered cherries. Oh, and I am officially stealing "hunk of man flesh" from you. Consider it jacked, hon.

A Christy: Yeah, Canada! Don't worry about the 'love' thing. I don't think Americans really call each other that either. My friend is from Pakistan… yeah. And I know: I write it and I'm like: "There is no way that Nick would say that," but as I warned earlier, I am not that great at writing about other peoples' characters. I would never forget about you people!

Melarien: I love Finding Nemo and thank you for the review.

Stoked55: Again, yeah Canada! I'm glad that you jumped on the proverbial ban wagon. Ban-wagon jumpers are welcome with open arms. By the way, I am dedicating this "untamed" chapter to you, Fiian, A Christy, Krys, Julie, and everyone else. There's sex. Enjoy it. Savor it. Implement it.

Sorry about the long author's notes. There's just so many.

Claire (That is my real name, FYI)


Chapter Thirteen: Savor the Taste

It turned out that Nick had started to make spaghetti for the two of them before Warrick had intruded on them rightfully. Apparently, Nick had made plans to play video games with him and Sara had made Nick forget about everything, even his own name at certain blissful moments.

Sara watched Nick with a keen eye as he had his back to her, stirring the sauce slowly with the wooden spatula. She was still in a state of shock that Nick was willing to go public with their newfound relationship. The thought that he wanted everyone to know that he was hers and she was his made her smile and slightly excited. It didn't bother her one bit if she got to showcase him off and let everyone know that he was taken.

The thought of having to tell Grissom that she was dating Nick worried her and made her anxious for work on Monday. Eventually, he would find out via Greg or she could just tell him straight up and get it done with. She preferred the former as it involved no interaction with her boss but the latter is what she knew he would want.

Sara quickly shoved thoughts of work aside and continued to lean against the edge of the kitchen table, her arms folded loosely over her chest. Her mind started to wander into thoughts of Nick wearing less than the pair of boxer briefs he was adorning now and how his well-muscled back felt in her hands. That's what she really wanted to do: to indulge in his body and not much else. She wanted him, plain and simple.

"It's almost ready," he said over his shoulder, meeting her gaze for a moment before he turned back to the pasta. Except something had caught his attention and he slowly faced her, looking at her quizzically. "Are you all right, Sar?"

"I'm fine," she purred, devouring him with her eyes.

"Do you want to clear the table?" he asked softly, regarding her with care and wonder.

"Sure." She removed the couple of newspapers from the surface of the table and placed them neatly on the counter beside the microwave.

When she turned back to retrieve any other things that needed to be removed from the table, she found it bare. And then an idea popped into her mind, a smile breaking across her lips.

The pasta bowls were already beside the stove for Nick to dish out the portions and as he began to ask how much she wanted, turning slightly to see her with a plate in hand, he was shocked to find her perched on top of the table, no longer wearing his t-shirt.

"Sara?" he squeaked out.

"Yes, Nick?"

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Some call it seduction, I call it 'get-the-hell-over-here,'" she droned evenly, her eyes level with his.

"What about dinner?" he wondered innocently, placing the bowl down carefully and turning off the stove.

"So you would pick me over a double double animal style burger but you wouldn't pick me over spaghetti?"

"That's not –"

"That's all right. I understand," she said, knowing full well what his choice would be. She gradually began to slide off the table but he was quick in getting there to stop her. "So you want me after all?"

"You know I do," he murmured into her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her tighter against his body.

"Show me," Sara whispered, her hand cupping the back of his neck and the other lost underneath the hem of his shirt.

He was the first to dive in for a kiss and when he did, the passion of it hit her with force. She clung to him for dear life, complying to his skillful mouth working hers and his tongue deftly playing with her own. His kisses were long and slow, then abruptly short and quick. One hand was caressing its way along her thigh while the other drifted up her torso to cup her breast in his hand. He squeezed gently at first with a soft kiss and then made her groan into his mouth when he became more callous with his lips and his hand. His hips were rocking into hers as she fought for breath. Finally, she tore away from his mouth and gazed at him heatedly.

"Didn't see that coming," she replied lightly, a faint grin on her bruised lips.

The response from him was a mere smile playing upon his thin lips until he shed his shirt, discarding it in the other room, and watched her run her hands up over his abs to his chest. She sighed longingly before taking one of his nipples gently in between her teeth, his hand taking a fistful of her wavy chestnut hair. Her tongue followed suit along with a thumbnail teasing the other one. Kisses were given across his torso and his clean-shaven throat. Her teeth scraped along the flesh of the curve of his neck before she nipped at his jawbone to his earlobe.

Nick felt her two hands descending down his back with a deliberately taunting pace until she grabbed each cheek of his behind and met his pelvis with hers, bringing him forward. He rubbed against her and tried to be just as teasing and a flirt as she was, only he had less self-control and restraint over his body than she did.

"Sara," he moaned into her neck, nibbling her collarbone a moment before as she slid down his cotton briefs to the floor with the help of her feet.

His head dipped low to her breast and she arched into his mouth when he tasted her flesh, his hand coming around to rest flat against the middle of her back to press her firmly to his lips. His teeth returned the favor and tugged not so carefully on the sensitive skin at the centre of her breast while his other hand gripped her hip, keeping her body in place.

The head of him slipped inside of her and she let out a throaty moan, not even attempting to conceal it one bit. She breathed shakily on his shoulder, her hands gripping tightly there as well, and her eyes were squeezed shut. She was dying for him to fill her entirely and wanted nothing more than to feel him completely.

When their lips met again, Sara dominated the kiss and rendered him weak in the knees. He gripped the back of her knees and just stood there in between her legs kissing her passionately. A muffled groan consumed the kitchen when Sara relinquished her oppression and gave a swift thrust of her hips, sending him further inside of her.

"Condom," he struggled out, resting his forehead against hers as he pulled out of her, loving the groan that she made with the lack of contact.

"Nick," she pleaded, grabbing him by the base of his erection and giving a hard stroke.

"This…I…we need…" he said with great effort, striving to make a coherent sentence let alone words and letters.

The grip she had on him was bringing him closer to the edge and he felt like he was going to burst right there, leaving her unsatisfied.

"You need to… to s-stop."

"No."

"Yes," he said a little more willfully, taking her hand reluctantly off of him. "We need a condom and… I need… to take a m-moment."

She knew he was right and when he gave her a small kiss on the lips, his hand resting on her cheek, she allowed him to leave without her protesting. Besides, she didn't mind admiring his bare behind as he walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. Faintly, she heard the sound of a drawer closing and then he was there standing in the doorway of the kitchen, gazing at the aroused woman sitting on his kitchen table, legs dangling over, with a need in her eyes that only he could sate.

"You brought the whole box?" she remarked, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't we cocky?"

He chuckled and was about to make a comment before she cut him off. Smiling at her, he tore open the box and ripped off one of the packages off the ribbon of them. There was another distinct ripping sound and then she observed eagerly as he sheathed himself with latex.

"Come here, cowboy," she purred, wrapping her legs around his thighs loosely when he came to her.

An ardent kiss lured her in as he persuaded her to lie down on the table, the touch of cool wood to her skin making her shiver beneath him. He kissed from her lips down to her bellybutton and then dropped a kiss between her legs along with a firm, exploring lick. Her hips rose slightly and her back arched.

"Nick," she implored.

Her plea was answered when he consumed her entirely, sliding into her with ease and utter fulfillment. He stood there for a moment, calming himself but she wasn't helping when she grinded her hips into his in a feverous pace. Surrendering, he pulled out until only the tip of him was inside of her and then plunged back inside of her. Nick gave hard, thorough thrusts as she sat up, tightening her embrace of her legs around him.

The angle wasn't just right, not with her sitting like she was on the table, so he held her to him gripping the flesh of her bottom in his hands, and pressed her hard up against the nearest wall. His hand seized the back of her knee as the other held her by her behind, urging her to his body. Her hips met his each time he dove into her body and Sara clung to his back with her nails.

Inside of her she could feel the tension rising, the energy hastily beginning to want to erupt and when she did climax, she bit down on Nick's shoulder, stifling her cry. One, two, three thrust later and he fell over the edge growling loudly, his forehead resting on the wall next to hers.

They waited a moment to steady themselves and when Nick slowly let Sara stand her knees gave in. He caught her smoothly and smiled, angling his head to plant a kiss on her red lips.

"Damn, Sara," he whispered against her mouth, his voice rough like sandpaper. "You sure know how to work those hips of yours."

Her smile was modest as she regained her composure, standing on her own this time as she tried to tidy up her hair.

"Well I know you like it."

"You're damn right I do. Don't ever lose it."

"I have no intentions of doing so," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He hitched her up around his waist and carried her out of the kitchen.

"What about dinner?" she mocked, smiling at him.

"It's nothing that can't be reheated. Now how about a shower?"