Nick was thoroughly amused at how much Sara was enjoying breakfast and how much she ate. When he told her that there was more food after the waffles she smirked. After a helping of a hash brown casserole that had eggs, cheese, peppers, onions, and a few other things Nick wouldn't mention they settled themselves in front of the TV to watch 'Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure'; a cult classic they'd both seen when they were in college.

Neither one of them was paying particular attention to the movie, Nick had his arm around Sara and she was leaning into his side with her head resting against his chest and an arm around his waist.

"This is nice." It was evident that Sara was smiling by the tone in her voice. It was nice to come and spend some time with someone who was emotionally available; someone who was excited to see her. For some reason she was still thinking about Grissom's comment and his implication that she'd not paid close enough attention to the evidence in her haste to come see Nick. And as she thought about that, something occurred to her. She hadn't ever really been so excited to see someone before that anyone could have ever accused her of such a thing and she giggled.

Nick glanced down at her with a curious expression on her face because he was sure that the commercial dealing with smoking cessation wasn't the source of her amusement. "What's so funny?"

She looked up at him with a smile. "I'm really glad I came over." She leaned up and softly kissed him, not particularly interested in the movie anymore.

Nick used the arm around her shoulder to pull her closer, enjoying the sensation of her lips against his and he found himself threading his fingers into her hair as he realized that this was no simple kiss. He could feel a hunger in Sara's kiss that he'd felt in his own the night they had their first date and he wondered exactly where things were leading, especially after she'd put the brakes on and said things were moving a little too fast.

Sara found herself deepening the kiss, wanting to just loose herself in it for a while and see where things went. The feel of Nick's arm around her and the strength in his gentle touch caused a flurry of butterflies to churn in her stomach as they continued to kiss, their tongues sliding past each other in an intimate dance.

The more they kissed, the closer they got until Nick began gradually leaning back on the couch until he was lying down and Sara was pretty much on top of him. Neither one of them was particularly cognizant of how much time had gone by; they had filtered out the sound of the TV in the background, the sound of each other breathing was really all they were hearing.

Sara wasn't sure that she wanted to stop where all of this was heading, but she wasn't sure she was ready to go there either, but she also knew that she wanted him and so she began to tug at the hem of Nick's shirt.

Nick's mind was in a lusty fog as he slipped his hand up the back of Sara's shirt, fumbling with the clasp of her bra as he felt her hands sliding up his chest underneath his t-shirt. Whatever had changed her mind about things moving too fast he wasn't going to argue, he wanted her, he'd wanted her for a long time and she was giving every indication that she wanted him too.

Perhaps it was Nick's hand up her shirt, or her bra clasp being undone, or maybe even his other hand on her ass, but whatever it was, Sara broke the kiss panting heavily. "Wait."

What registered in Nick's mind took a few seconds longer to reach his hands which finally stopped moving. He was breathing heavily himself and he was trying to process that Sara had just said 'wait' but she was making no move to get off of him. He looked into her eyes and smiled as he noticed how flushed her face was and how full her lips were from the kisses that they'd been sharing.

Sara smiled back at him. "I'm sorry." She looked a little sheepish. "I don't mean to stop when I'm the one that started this...I mean I do mean to stop...I mean..."

"Sara, it's ok." Nick wasn't really sure he was following her, but he didn't want her to feel like she had to have sex with him simply because she'd been the one to initiate their make out session, no matter how much he wanted her.

Sara put a finger to Nick's lips and smiled; her eyes looking into his. "It's just that it's a pretty big step..."

"Sara..." Nick began again softly until Sara shook her head and pressed her finger back to his lips.

"I wasn't done yet." She smirked at him.

Nick let out a nervous chuckle and smiled back at her. "Sorry."

"It's ok." Her smirked pulled into a smile as she looked at him for a long moment. "I just wanted to tell you that I couldn't wait to see you when I got off work."

"I couldn't wait to see you either." Nick's voice was husky. He was very aware of the fact that neither one of them had made a move to untangle themselves from each other; his hand was still up the back of her shirt.

"I can't remember the last time I was that excited about anything but work." Sara wanted him to know that she really cared about him. She didn't want him to have any doubts about whether she still had any feelings for Grissom floating around in the back of her mind, and she wanted him to know that she wanted to be with him.

The smile on Nick's face widened noticeably and he unconsciously moved his thumb across her back in a caress. Sara was a notorious workaholic and for her to tell him that she was as excited about seeing him as she was about work was tantamount to telling him that she was falling in love with him.

"But I'm not sure I'm ready for that step." Sara nervously nibbled at her lower lip. As much as she felt empowered after reading that book, putting up firm boundaries about what she would and wouldn't do was still a bit scary because she didn't want Nick to reject her.

Nick looked at her reassuringly. "Hey, I don't want you to feel like you have to be. I'm not going to lie and say that I don't want to make love to you, Sara, because I do, I really do." The weight of her body on top of his was just heightening that desire in him. "I care about you though and I don't want to take that step until we're both ready."

"So you're ok with me getting us both all hot and bothered and then putting on the brakes?" There was a hint of a smirk in her expression as she used a playful tone to deflect the anxiety she was feeling over wanting to just throw all caution to the wind, but not feeling like they were really far enough along in their relationship to cross that line.

Nick let out a hearty laugh. "I think I'll manage…as long as you don't plan on laying on top of me for the rest of the day." He winked at her from his vantage point underneath her and finally pulled his hand out from the back of her shirt.

Sara smoothed down the edges of Nick's t-shirt and shifted her weight so that she was wedged between him and the couch. "Do you want me to go?" She furrowed her brow as she considered that if they picked up where they'd just left off they might end up crossing that line in spite of themselves.

"Not really." Nick smiled, his hand resting on her hip. "But I know we both have to work our next shifts and sleep might be a good idea." He wished that she would stay, but he was sure if she did, they wouldn't be sleeping and she'd have regrets later.

Sara looked into his eyes, fingering the edge of his shirt. "As soon as I'm ready, you'll be the first to know."