A/N: The people… have spoken.
A silence hung in the air as Nick as Sara stood staring at each other for what felt like a small eternity, the sound of the still-running shower only white noise between the two. Sara's hand still held the cool bathroom doorknob, and she felt slightly paralysed, finding herself unable to physically close the door, or to even move at all, unable to do anything except stare through the doorway at the man on the other side, who looked just as stunned as she felt.
Nick, on the other hand, was trying to formulate a contrite apology in his head, but seemed to be lost for words, his mind filled with too many other thoughts as he tried to regulate his breathing.
The two stood, their stares locked for a good few seconds. Both their mouths were slightly open in surprise, their eyes wide, but never looking away from the others. Nick finally found his voice, although it sounded a bit croakier than he expected.
"Sara, I –"
She interrupted him, speaking quietly and in utter bewilderment, still staring directly at him. "I thought you were going to leave them on the floor outside."
"I… I though I was going to pass them through the door to you." Nick finally managed to divert his glace, moving it hastily down to the towel and toothbrush he held in his hands. "I'm sorry, Sara." Her following actions startled him even more so than the events of the previous minute.
"I'm not." She raised her eyebrows at him, a smirk on her face, and before he could respond, she had thrown herself towards him, hoping desperately that she wouldn't agonisingly regret it a few seconds later. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her as she pushed herself into his chest, and breathing a sigh of relief when she felt him drop the towel and toothbrush on the floor beside them as he grasped at her slim hips.
Their lips met suddenly, crashing together with an energy they both felt rush through them. Sara pulled at Nick's shoulders slightly, their mouths never separating, leading him into the steam-filled bathroom, where she kicked the door closed behind them with her foot, although it did not shut all the way. She leaned up against the cool condensation-covered wall, pulling Nick's head down towards her eager mouth. She wasn't exactly sure what had occurred between them, but for once, she wasn't going to stop and over-analyse everything.
Though Sara had taken him by surprise, he certainly wasn't complaining at everything that was taking place at the current time. It was something he'd fantasised about for so long, and he found that now the occasion had arisen, he was lost for words. The only thing he could focus on was everything his senses could take in; the softness of Sara's skin under his hands, the taste of her tongue against his, and the smell of his shampoo in her hair, which he for some reason found incredibly sexy.
He felt her hands slide down from behind his neck to his hips, scrambling to remove his loose-fitting shirt. He didn't argue with her, allowing her to lift it up, their mouths leaving each others momentarily to allow Sara to pull the shirt over his head and throw it over to the other side of the room. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his chest, as she pressed her palms into it, her nails running over his pectorals. He breathed in deeply, before pulling his mouth away from hers to duck his head down to her neck, suckling on it, pushing her flush against the tiled bathroom wall as his hand trailed over the still-damp skin on her stomach.
Sara breathed in harshly as his hand moved upwards. His fingers circled her breasts and collarbone, teasing her, never quite touching her sensitive nipples. She decided to play the same game with him, snapping at the waistband of his boxers, sliding her fingers just below at the hip and wriggling them at his upper thigh. He groaned, moving his mouth over from her neck a little to roll his tongue over her collarbone, his fingers still only circling her. He finally gave in as she begun to slip his underwear down, causing him to groan against her skin. He lifted his head again to kiss her on the lips, roughly pulling her away from the wall and leading her towards the other side of the bathroom, where the shower was still running.
He began to walk backwards towards the shower, her following his lead, still attached to his mouth. His boxers sat dangerously low on his hips, Sara continuing to play at the elastic, edging them just a little lower as they slowly stumbled across the floor and over her bra she had thrown there before her shower. She moved her hand from his hip to around just below his belly button, running two fingers up and down over the treasure trail of hair that crept from under his waistband.
They finally made their way to the shower door, though both were too involved with one another to really notice. Not a word had been exchanged between the two since their apparent spontaneous combustion, partly due to how overwhelmed they both felt with everything, and partly because they were both afraid of breaking the spell between them. So when Sara whispered Nick's name in a husky tone he'd never heard from her before, as she slid her tongue into his mouth, they both knew it was the make-or-break moment that would bring them crashing down to reality, letting them know that this was all really happening. He kissed her back, his tongue moving against hers, flicking against the roof of her mouth, before leaning back, his hands holding the sides of her torso, to just look at her, to try and evaluate just what was happening, and what it meant. Although he would have liked to just go with everything and never look back, he'd grown up a lot since his college days, and now wanted to be sure of some kind of relationship status before getting too heavily involved in something.
They stared at each other for few seconds, both smiling uncertainly while silently hoping the other wouldn't suddenly decide this was a huge mistake. As the moment moved on, and neither of them had moved, Sara finally decided to reassure Nick of what she thought he was probably questioning. She whispered his name once again, and then lightly bit her lower lip, licking it before pressing it up to Nick's. He felt relief wash over him, as he finally gave in to Sara's previous pleas, pressing his hands squarely into her chest as she had just done to him minutes ago. He ran his fingers down and over her breasts, her nipples, stroking them ever so lightly, but somehow causing her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. She leaned her head over to rest on his shoulder, and he turned her in his arms, continuing to fondle her from behind. She moaned, laying her wet hair against his jaw and sighing his name again, and this time he muttered her name back to her, before attacking the pale skin on her neck once more, his hands still stroking and cupping her chest.
Sara was surprised when Nick suddenly turned her around, still standing directly in front of him, so that they were both facing the side of the shower, seeing the steam still rising inside. Holding the bottoms of her breasts, Nick carefully pushed his chest against her back, easing her into the cold glass of the outside shower wall. He stopped when just her nipples were touching it, and felt her inhale sharply as they hardened on contact with the glass, making him feel ever harder than he already was. Still only holding the bottoms of her tense breasts, he began to circle them over the glass, pushing his cotton-covered manhood into the small of her back slightly as he did so. Her breath quickened at the sweet rapture, and she felt herself throbbing at what he was doing to her. He finally pushed her more firmly into the glass, pushing her breasts flat up against the cold smoothness, before sliding his fingers up her stomach and breaking the seal between her flesh and the glass, kneading her taut nipples with his strong hands. She turned around suddenly, gasping as she leaned in to his mouth, her kisses even intense than before as she finally stroked him through his cotton. He lifted one knee up, bracing his legon the step at the shower door, for her to straddle his thigh, and she pushed herself over and over into it, feeling herself approach climax, and knowing Nick was feeling the same thing.
It was when Nick's digital watch beeped from his bedroom that they knew the spell was really broken. Chests heaving, they looked at one another, and both sighed simultaneously, out of both exhaustion and remorse.
"We don't have time for this." Regret was audible in Nick's voice.
"Yeah, I know." Sara reached up to stroke the side of Nick's face, running her thumb over his lips, a deeper colour than they usually were. "The beep means we have fifteen minutes, right?"
"Yeah. We'd better get going." He leaned in to kiss her, smiling gently, for fear of scaring her suddenly. "But, if you're up for finishing this at a later date…?"
"Oh, you betcha…"
A/N: That was for you, Claire. :) And to everyone else who's been reading and reviewing this so far- I thank yee. I would also like to point out how quickly this was posted, unlike some people I could mention. Yeah, you know who you are. ;)