Disclaimer: I don't own them yadda-yadda-yadda I didn't create them. Anywho who watches Seinfield know what I mean?
Rating: You asked for locker room action and hell, I'll give it you. In other words, A/Cs are going to be broken, and Canada and Seattle are having tropical weather.
Author's Notes: Oliphnt: I'm aware of the difference between "you're" and "your" and I am now aware of the fact that I made that error twice. I apologize.
Aside from the fact that I love everyone who reviews, there are some of you that I love more (just kidding) and I apologize for how long this is:
Julie: Spa Day, eh? Sounds…interesting and like something that I could write about only not really a spa per say. Hmm… And how could you do that to me? Offer Fiian a chocolate covered George with cherries and whipped cream? But I do like your idea of buying the break room table and Nick does need a new shower so…
Krys: Yes the eyes and the ass do it for me too but I like to think that all of him does it for me, especially the accent – pauses to drool – and the smile. Aw… And in regards to the "Is there more?" there is always more. Yes, I'm sure breakfast between the three of them would go over very well. As for the date with Lady Heather, I might divulge more about that if that's what you were referring to.
Fiian: Refer to the "does it do it for you" in Krys' notes. Sound familiar? I might share my chocolate covered George with you on your birthday despite the fact that a) it's in August and b) I'll have eaten him, I mean the chocolate, by then. Besides…you have Orli and Hugh! Actually, I was referring that the weather was a homo.
I Want George: My favorite line of you're your review is: "hilariously awkward." That was slightly the idea though I don't really think I write humor too well so I don't try. BTW, grab your remote control for the A/C!
Annie: Yes, I know. I don't want it to end either but I think I could get a few more chapters out of this story. There is such a thing as overkill in my eyes.
Space: Chuckles. Lock the door so Grissom doesn't walk in again. Hmm…
Anushka: Cool name btw. Yes, my separation anxiety is problematic but I accept that there may never be help for me or for the rest of the females that drool over George. And, let's face it, we all like thinking that he is ours and only ours. Sigh.
Chapter Fifteen: Soap, Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
"Sara, I don't think this is the right time for this," Nick pointed out, mumbling against her lips.
"You said that last time."
"Yeah, and Grissom walked in and then almost fired us."
"He's on a date, remember?" she replied, peeling the layer of clothing off of his chest and forsaking it somewhere behind her.
"We don't even know if he's left yet."
Sara grabbed for Nick's wrist and said aloud the time with a raised eyebrow. "I think he's gone by now."
"Where did you get all this bravado from, Sidle?" Nick wondered sardonically and teasingly, poking her in the ribs with his finger. "Before you were quite the proper young lady. What happened?"
"I got sick of being proper," she stated, echoing his words back to him.
"All right," he drawled out, a newfound look in his eyes that shimmered awfully like a challenge. "Right here, right now."
There was an amused expression across her face, almost like she didn't believe him. She had, indeed, wanted to take him where they were as fast and hard as humanly possible but a part of her knew that Nick wouldn't do it. Ladies man, yes, but an exhibitionist at work willing to lose his job? She didn't see it and as much as she herself could have screwed him in the break room, it was all fun and games. She could wait until they got home.
The amused look faded slightly when he pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, flipped it open and withdrew a square package. Carelessly, he threw his wallet down on the bench behind her and put the square in between his teeth as he made a move to take off his shoes and socks.
All Nick had to do was drop the two remaining garments that without them would have defined him naked, and he did without shame before he abruptly stripped her of her own clothes, flinging them away.
Without hesitation, he strolled into the showers, without stalls and open for everyone to see, watch, stare or mind their business, and turned the cold, metal knob before the rushing hot water poured down on him. She stood there at the edge of the pink tiled floor with matching walls, gazing at him with curious eyes filled with desire and need. He gestured for her to be next to him though she knew he would have her against the wall, kissing her in no time.
"Here?" she asked, slowly walking over to him.
Nick had the largest urge to grab her and pull her to him for she seemed to be taking her sweet time as well as eternity to get to him. Nodding, he held out his hand for her to take and when she did, he tugged her lightly with an unexpected force and had her back against the cool, smooth tile, his naked body pressing into hers.
"Nick," she murmured, breathing his name as he kissed her softly but passionately before lifting her up, eyes meeting eyes, and wrapping her legs around his waist.
The water was swimming off of his head and he stepped back, Sara still wrapped around his waist, letting the water soak her hair. He held her with one arm, the other running from her stomach up to her neck before it went into her hair. Kissed were placed across her chest, his tongue flicking out over her hard nipple before it was taken in between his teeth, tugging back gently.
"What if some one was to come in?" The words took her a lifetime to form on her tongue for he took her breath away when his teeth caught her bottom lip and pulled back gently, looking her intently in the eye.
"Most of the team will in a matter of minutes. Break should be up shortly."
"Minutes?" she squeaked but his laughter only flushed her face, her broad and saucer-like eyes nevertheless piercing him.
"Yes," he whispered, nibbling at her jaw and her throat while both of his hands cupped her bottom, squeezing firmly but friendly.
When he thrust himself into her, equipped, he was relentless and overwhelming, taking her mind off of everything, the worry and wariness flowing out of her limp fingertips that rested on either side of his neck.
The water trickled down her body and he noticed it as he moved inside of her, taking her hard and fast. Little beads of water were on her breasts, gliding around her nipples while the water ran strong down his bare back.
Sara leaned into him and licked his throat in one long steady stroke, gliding over his Adam's apple before her lips traveled up to his ear and nipped gently at the flesh with her teeth, caressing the curve with her skillful tongue.
He moaned her name while he was still hard inside of her.
Neither of them heard two of the last CSIs come into the change room, unaware of the sexual and lusty activity going on. All they heard was the beating of water on the tile floor of the showers; the cries and moans from the lovers drowned out in the sound of the crashing.
Warrick took a step into the shower, frowning his brow. Greg had told him that Grissom had left earlier while Nick and Sara were on suspension. His jaw nearly hit the floor as he stopped dead at the sight of his close friend with a gorgeous, wet and desirable woman, naked, straddling and consuming him whole. Backing away quietly, shifting his eyes off them, he faced Catherine
Sara's head rolled back and rested on the tile behind her, her hair sticking annoyingly to her flushed face. The orgasm ripped through her and she muffled her cry with bending her head over Nick's shoulder, his arms on either side of her against the wall, biting his shoulder. There was a slight wince worn on his face but it was filled more with pleasure and shock than pain.
There was a loud clearing of throat, which Nick thought he heard but ignored it. It was hard to tell over the torrent of water. He caught her lips with his and kissed her gently, softly, wanting to have her and no one else; wanting to touch her more than he was now and had, exploring every part of her as he climaxed.
Warrick quickly stepped back into the change room just as Catherine closed her locker and faced him with a smile. He saw the pile of their clothes in the corner near the door and he realized that he needed to get Catherine out of there as quick as possible.
"Ready to go?" she asked, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Yeah."
Sara was too busy trying to catch her breath to hear the sound of the locker room door close noisily or the chatter of their friends that had been in the other room, merely separated by a wall but open still by the doorway that led into the showers. Nick let her down easy, making sure that she could stand up by herself. For a moment she willingly stood there in his arms, relishing in the sensation of his thin lips on her neck, then up to her face.
"I need to get us some towels," he murmured, slowly beginning to withdraw.
Nodding, she folded her arms over her chest, starting to feel the cool air around her as Nick went to scavenge for something to cover her and dry her. Her chestnut hair clung to the back of her neck and around her shoulders but it hardly bothered her not when the muscles of his back were evident. She yearned to knead her fingers in them but found satisfaction with the faint bite mark on his right shoulder.
Nick's torso glistened with sweat mixed with water. The white towel was slung dangerously low around his hips and she adored the tousled look of his hair sticking out in one direction and then in a completely different way the next. Instead of throwing her the fluffy towel like she had expected, he came up to her, practically towering over her, and wrapped the cloth around her form. She noticed that he didn't both to hide his wandering eyes and a blush crept up into her cheeks.
"You want to get going?" he asked softly.
There was no evidence that anyone had been in the change room while they had been enjoying themselves thoroughly in the adjoined room. Nick gathered up their clothing that had ended up neatly tucked up in the corner near the heavy door. They slipped into their clothes in silence, tried to appear more decent than they looked, and then grabbed their belongings out of their lockers before they left.
Nick's fingers were shamelessly entwined with Sara's as they walked down the hallway to the front doors. She ran her fingers through her damp hair and shook it. No one seemed to pay any heed to the couple. They carried on with their business as the front doors closed behind the two CSIs.
"Oh girl, hold on a minute," interjected Warrick as Catherine climbed into the passenger's seat of Warrick's Tahoe. "I forgot to grab my cell out of my locker."
"Okay."
Warrick just missed Nick and Sara walking out of the front doors towards the newly fixed Tahoe belonging to Nick. Catherine however, saw the two holding hands as they leisurely strolled and chatted on the way to his vehicle. There was definitely something between them, she thought, but she wasn't sure if they had had sex yet. She was still pining for that massage from Warrick but that's why she was in his Tahoe now. Catherine was going along with her end of the deal and complied without protests when Warrick offered that night as the time when she would hold up her end of the bargain.
The door of the locker room opened easily under the pressure of his flat hand. He briskly walked to his locker and twisted the lock to the left and then to the right, giving the combination. On the top shelf was his silver cell phone and he shook his head in spite of his forgetfulness. He slammed the door shut and locked it, glancing up from his hand that held his phone. On the bench was a wallet, he observed, being the deft CSI that was, and the undeniable wrapper of a condom.
There was a smirk on his lips as he picked up the wallet that he recognized as Nick's and then tucked the foil wrapper into it. He'd bring it up later, he decided, when Nick could no longer escape the evidence.
