Disclaimer: Don't own them, didn't create them, don't profit from them.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Thank you for all the reviews. I'm glad that I'm back too!
Ebabe: Yes, sadly, I was banned. Not pleasant, but it was done.
Anushka: Did you join Cleghan's Fanfiction Yahoo Group or is that another Anushka? Yes, the kiss with Grissom was definitely unpleasant. You would not believe how many times I stopped writing and cringed. Writing about Grissom in a sexual manner does not appeal to me. As for the flipping, it'll happen. Don't worry.
Sweet P: -returns hug- I officially am addicted to your story… shit, I already forget what it's called. The Christmas one where Nick and Sara go back to Texas? Yes. I love it. The flirting is absolutely adorable and I think that I can definitely learn a few things from you. Well, on Canada's west coast it is currently sunny though it was just pissing rain. Only in Vancouver can you go from a downpour to sun in a matter of ten minutes, eh?
Chapter Six: The Cat's Out of the Bag
Sara recalled the look on the Texan's face when she pulled out the pair of handcuffs from her purse on the bedside table and swung them around her one finger. She was straddling him at the time, gazing down at him with a smirk on her face and her eyebrow raised in question. If it was possible, Nick squeezed her hips even harder than he already was and groaned when she gave a little shimmy of her pelvis that put more pressure on his groin.
"What do you think, Nicky?"
"I'm not even going to ask where you got those from, Sar."
"Good."
Sara quickly had his right wrist bound in steel and then above his head where she was cuffing it to the wooden post of his bed. She resumed his position on his lap and smiled down at him, her hands on his bare chest, gripping the muscles beneath her hands. Her nails had bit into his flesh and Nick hissed gently at the sensation.
Her mind drifted back to the present where she was laying on her side, Nick's arm wrapped around her waist, the feeling of his well-muscled chest against her bare back. He was sleeping silently behind her and ever now and then he would pull her closer against him, as if he was afraid of letting her go.
Shivers ran down and then back up her spine a moment later when she felt his teeth tug gently at the lobe of her ear before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. She hadn't noticed that Nick had a handful of her breast and was massaging it while he slowly woke up.
Her neck adorned his kisses and she moaned soundly when his teeth grazed a sensitive spot near her hairline.
"Nicky," she murmured, as he rolled her over to face him.
There was a sleepy yet content look on his relaxed face and it was the last thing she saw before he dipped his head down to capture her lips with his. His tongue ran across her bottom lip, begging for permission to venture further and she gladly welcomed him in. One of his hands was on the small of her back, pressing her body tightly against his. She had hitched her leg up at his hip, pulling the lower portion of his body against hers. He was kissing her with more fervor than she knew a man was capable of, slipping his free hand up into her brown locks to bring her even closer to his mouth.
When she pulled away a moment later to catch her breath she gazed into his eyes, searching for something. "My, my, my. Don't we wake up frisky?"
He chuckled deep in his throat and slid the hand that was on the small of her back, down to grip her behind. Bringing her pelvis to meet his, he elicited a sound from her that could have been a whimper mixed with a moan. She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip as he grinded against her.
There was compliance in her when she rolled onto her back when Nick asked her to. He was on top of, gazing down in her eyes with a ravenous look in them.
"Close your eyes," he murmured softly, reaching for something unbeknownst to her.
"Nick –"
"Do you want me, Sara?"
The way he said it reminded her of something that made her sick to her stomach. She looked up into his chestnut eyes and swore for a moment that they were the pale blue of Grissom's. She had said the exact same words to him in the same way and now they were being reiterated back to her. She swallowed and closed them.
"Answer me, Sar."
She felt steal around her wrist a second later and her body began to shake a little. Nick noticed but that it was for a completely different reason.
"Yes."
Sara now mirrored the position that she had had Nick in earlier and the same position that she had had Grissom in the other day. There was an uneasy sigh from her and Nick smiled down at her loving until he took her breath away with a mind-numbing kiss. Her lips were red and swollen by the time he was done with her.
"Nicky." There was a sense of imploring in her tone and Nick took her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back gently while never breaking his gaze.
A moment later after a couple modifications, Nick slipped inside of her and Sara nearly started to cry. She clung to his back with the nails of her free hand, resting her head on his shoulder the best that she could.
A tear slipped down her cheek and onto his shoulder when he cried out her name and she shook uncontrollably. He collapsed on top of her and then rolled off of her, allowing her to breathe. He saw the wetness on her cheek and felt it on his back. Confused, he moved closer to her and she flinched when he wiped away the tear that had fallen.
"Sar, honey, what's wrong?"
"Un…untie me, Nick," she mumbled, her voice shaking as she held back the tears.
He quickly got the key that was on the night table and removed her from the confining steel that had bit gently into her wrist, but she didn't care.
"Baby, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm so sor –"
"No, Nick, I'm sorry."
She sat up and swung her feet off the bed to hang off the edge. His hand settled on her shoulder and she only felt like dying more.
The weight of what she had done was settling in finally and she felt horrible. Revenge was worth nothing if it meant losing Nick. She had to tell him but she didn't know if she could bring herself into doing it. He would hate her, she told herself. Yet, he had every right to hate her. All she could think about was herself. It dawned on her that had Nick done the same thing, she wouldn't be able to look at him let alone speak to him.
"Nick, I'm sorry," she repeated again, standing up and moving in the dark to find her clothes.
"Why are you sorry, babe? What happened?"
"You'll never forgive me," she whispered. He knew that she was crying again.
"Sar, I don't get it. Tell me."
"Do you remember when I went over to Grissom's for dinner?"
There was silence and then the sudden wave of Nick's rage.
"What did he do to you, Sara? Did he hurt you? If he touched you, I'll kill him."
"He did touch me, Nick. But I touched him too."
"What?" His voice sounded so pathetic in his ears but he didn't care.
"I went over there to get revenge, Nick."
"On me?"
"No! I went over to his place and left him handcuffed to his bed, naked. I just left him there and hoped that he would be utterly humiliated."
"I'm utterly humiliated," Nick muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "What exactly did you do to him?"
"I didn't have sex with him."
"Then what did you do?"
"I touched him. And…"
"And what, Sara?" He was trying not to be mad at her but it was so hard when all he could think about was Sara doing such a thing to him. He knew that she needed revenge, some sense of closure with Grissom, but he had hoped that it wouldn't come down to something like this.
"I…kissed him," she murmured, tears streaming down her cheeks, her clothes clutched tightly in her hands. "Nicky, I'm so sorry, baby."
"Why did you do it, Sar?"
"I told you that it was revenge." The answer sounded so lame when she said it out loud but it was the truth and Nick knew that she wasn't lying.
"Why couldn't you just leave it be?"
"I don't know. Nick, believe me, I was so disgusted with myself for doing what I did."
"As you should be."
"Nick, are you mad?"
"I don't know, Sara."
"Do you want me to leave?" She choked on the words.
His heart ripped in two at the words and his own reply. "I think you should."
He tried not to watch as she dressed quickly, leaving him sitting there on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
"I love you, Nick," she whispered, looking back at him as she said it.
"I thought you did too."
