Disclaimer: Refer to the former chapters.
Rating: A soft R?
A/N: Anushka: "I can think of numerous things." So can I, like, "I love you," and "We're not using a condom." Have it be what ever you want it to be, darling. Have fun with it.
Cassie: I love hearing that I make people's eyes water. I think it's a good thing to hear from my point of view. And thank you.
Rynn: Yeah, Greg idea has been jacked officially. I'm glad that you don't mind. I already wrote the chapter (next one) with Greg in it. It turned out differently then I would have expected but whatever. Go with the flow. As for the "hawt," I usually just go "hott." Double 't's are usually reserved for describing men like "George Eads is hott." But I suppose saying "George Eads is hawt" works too.
Juwist: I think I messed up your name, I'm sorry. I cannot read my own handwriting. Blahhhh. Thank you for the hot comment. I try, considering that chapter was nothing. If you think that was hot, you should read some of the chapters of "Scratch It." I think that's what my other fic is called. It's still "Quarantine" n my mind. Sigh.
Kate: Yes, we rock… possibly better than everyone else except for a few people.
EB: what is your name if you don't mind me asking? I like being on first-name bases with people, especially with people who have long names like Kate and Julie. I'm lazy. Look, I even shorted your name to "EB" or sometimes "Ebabe."
Chapter Ten: Spilt Beans
He wasn't exactly sure what had come over him last night. He had done a few things that were out of character for him enough to surprise himself. Nick supposed that they were things that had to be done and said or else he would be in the same problem with Sara that he was before.
There was definitely forgiveness in him for what she had done to him with Grissom and he knew that she was still hurt about the woman he had slept with, but there was more understanding and acceptance than anything else.
Nothing really mattered to him anymore except for the exposed woman in his arms, breathing deeply as one usually does while sleeping. It was close to five in the morning and for some unknown reason, he had woken from his deep slumber. Maybe it was that the woman he loved was finally back in his arms, something that he had almost gotten out of the habit of: expecting to wake up with Sara next to him.
Breathing in the pungent fragrance of her fruity shampoo, Nick allowed himself to revel in the scent of her, of the feel of her in his arms for a moment longer until reality checked in and slapped him in the face.
In her sleep, Sara rolled over and faced him before Nick pulled her tighter to his chest. Her arm draped itself lazily around his hips, settling low, while her other hand was nestled underneath her pillow. She looked so peaceful and calm while she slept, he noted, and wondered if the bags around her eyes would slowly begin to disappear with a few more hours of sleep a night she was about to be promised.
And then she was on her right side again, facing away from Nick, her back flush against his chest. It must have been the fourth time, he counted, she moved and he knew that the number was subject to change in the matter of minutes. He pulled her hair up and high onto the pillow, out of his face, and nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck. His leg had slipped up high in between her thighs and his left arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, albeit low on her waist. There was sudden urge that coursed through his system, imploring for him to taste the skin of her throat and sink his teeth in. He fought it back. After all, she really did need sleep but he found that he really needed to sate the lust in his body.
His right arm was pinned underneath her body but he didn't mind at all, not when his hand was filled with her smooth, bare breast. Finally, he couldn't oppress the yearning to sample the flesh of her throat. With one long, slow lick from the edge of her shoulder up along the curve of her neck and to the tip of her ear, Nick ran his tongue along the fleshy of her body and shivered when the flavor of her orange soap shocked his senses.
Goosebumps decorated her body as she let out something akin to a moan or possibly a whimper. Her mind was gradually slipping away from the dream she had been engulfed in, only to be plunged into the almost dreamlike reality of Nick grinding his lower body against her, sucking on the curve of her neck.
"Nick?" she moaned out softly, her voice groggy and confused.
There wasn't much a response, maybe a mere strangled sound that could have been a 'hmm'. There was, however, an acuter thrust of his hips against her and his thigh that was nestled in between hers pressed itself tighter to her pelvis, earning a sound of desire from her. Sara grinded her lower body down onto his thigh and entwined her fingers with the ones over top of her belly button.
"Nicky," she purred.
His lips finally unlatched themselves from her throat and they both new that there was going to be mark left. Sara actually missed using make-up to conceal the little hickies that Nick left across her neck.
It took him a moment to register that she had turned her entire body to face him and was beginning to pin him down into the depths of the king-sized bed. She sat astride him, her fingers clutching the muscles of his chest as she bent down to capture his mouth with her own.
That was all he ever wanted. He only wanted to feel her lips linked with his. If it came down to kissing Sara or having sex with her, he felt that he would lean closer to the former, no matter what his body felt otherwise. Her lips were thin and soft beneath his, and her tongue slid into his mouth. The familiar kiss was heady and filled with wanton.
His hands gripped eagerly at her hips and she watched the muscles of his arms flex when he lifted her up before allowing her to ease down on him until he filled her entirely. She braced herself on his chest for a brief second, trying to control her breathing, but when he gave a rather unexpected thrust up into, she forgot all of her inhibitions and simply gave into him.
Greg nearly jumped out of skin when he heard his name being shouted halfway down the hall by a rather hasty Hodges. The other man was practically running towards him, eyes wide with excitement and a twisted smile on his face that could only mean that the rumor mill was running that evening.
"Spill it," ordered Greg immediately, hungry for any new gossip.
Life in the crime lab was so tedious that mostly everyone took interest in the lives of others, or at least most of the lab rats did. The CSIs, however, didn't seem too interested. Maybe it was because most of the conversations were about their 'riveting' lives.
"I was looking for Warrick to give him the results for the samples that he sent me and just as I opened the door to the locker room where I knew he would be, I heard some very interesting information from Nick."
"Go on," urged Greg, making his way to the safety of his lab where he knew that the two of them would not be disturbed.
"Apparently Nick got kinky with some girl the other night." The smirk on Hodges's face was his trademark grin, one that looked smug yet showed little emotion.
"How kinky?"
"Handcuffs-kinky."
"On him or on her?"
"On him."
Greg rubbed his hands together, smiling defiantly and wondering how he was going to present this information to Nick. The wheels in his head started to turn frantically but Hodges said something else that caught his attention.
"Oh, I'm not done yet, Greg."
"No? Why do continue."
"He also seemed to have gotten lucky last night, too."
"Same girl."
"How many Sara Sidles are there in Las Vegas?"
Greg's jaw dropped and he swore he heard it hit the floor.
"Sara Sidle handcuffed him to his bed!"
Just then, Grissom walked into the lab, catching the last tendrils of the conversation as he made it through the door. He stopped dead in his tracks and gaped at the two lab techs wholly engrossed in their conversation to even pay any heed to him.
"How did you find out?" demanded Grissom, not knowing whether to be angry, shocked, or embarrassed.
"Overheard it in the locker room," replied Hodges casually, not aware that the newfound talk was bordering on double-entendre.
"Who?"
"Warrick and Nick."
Grissom's heart nearly failed when he heard the last name. Nick knew. He was a dead man. Although Grissom was considered a friend to Nick, Grissom knew what that man would do to someone who touched his girl. The Texan was naturally possessive and protective.
"Who else knows?"
"I don't think Catherine knows or Bobby D or the new girl in Trace."
Their boss's face deadpanned before there was an audible sigh released from his general direction.
"You have to understand that Sara and I have resolved the issue completely. There is nothing going on between us and –"
"Gris, what are you talking about?" interrupted Greg, regarding the older man strangely.
"You were talking about Sara handcuffing me to the bed," he tried to reason until he realized that the other two lab techs were completely oblivious.
"Excuse me?" spoke up Hodges, intrigued that there was more to this 'Handcuff Story' than he noticed.
"Nothing."
"Sara handcuffed you to the bed and then handcuffed Nick later?" Greg's voice sounded so incredulous.
Grissom felt utterly stupid and foolish at that moment but he was a little more astonished by the fact that Nick followed suit of what Sara had done to him.
"Sara handcuffed Nick too?"
"Apparently," replied Hodges complacently, folding his arms over his chest. "How the hell she fooled two guys is beyond me, especially with the same trick."
"She's smarter than you know," muttered Grissom, exiting the lab room promptly, wondering where the farthest and deepest hole was so he could crawl into it and die.
Stopping almost at the end of the hall to his office, Grissom turned around quickly on his heel and briskly strode back to where he would find the two men who knew too much for their own good. Opening the door and poking his head in, he threatened, "If you breathe a word of this to anyone I know how to kill someone and make it look like an accident."
"Hey, you can't threaten us," piped up Hodges.
"Oh yeah? You can't take home the evidence either, Hodges." He continued when he saw the look on Hodge's face. "You honestly think I didn't see you stuff that blow-up doll in the truck of your car a few months ago?"
"In all fairness, the case had been closed and it would have sat in the evidence room. Besides, I brought it back."
"I don't even want to know what you used it for," commented Greg, looking at the guy beside him cautiously.
"I –"
"Don't want to know," cut off Greg, clipping Hodge's sentence short as he raised his hands to silence him.
"Now that we have that dealt with, I expect you two to continue working."
They watched the grey-haired man leave, folder underneath his arm and his head held high though his frown was furrowed in intense thought.
"I better be getting back to my lab," spoke Hodge's, beginning to leave.
"So, what did you use the doll for?"
