The moderator for the workshop seemed to drone on and on and it was all Nick could do to keep from nodding off given that he'd had very little sleep the night before. He was doing his best to keep the most thoughtful expression on his face as he feigned attention, trying to doodle in his workbook something that resembled taking notes. How the LVPD thought this was a good idea he wasn't sure. For something that was supposed to work on teambuilding, it felt a lot more like those lectures in some of his freshman classes in college. He glanced over at Sara, curious as to how she could be so alert, given that she'd told him that she didn't get much sleep either. She seemed to be writing furiously in her workbook and Nick ventured a closer look.
Sara noticed Nick looking at her notes and she cast him a mischievous glance as she continued to write.
Nick arched his brows and almost snorted out a laugh, stifling it at the last minute under the guise of a sneeze or a cough. "I'm good." He mumble as everyone turned his direction. After another moment when everyone had turned their attention more or less back to the moderator, he glanced over at what Sara was writing again.
I bet Warrick and Catherine could show him a thing or two about teambuilding, especially if they gave a demonstration.
Nick had to stifle another laugh; the thing was Catherine probably wouldn't mind if someone walked in on her and Warrick if it didn't mean she'd lose her status as supervisor as a result of it.
Of course our teambuilding skills could use a little work, seeing as how we work different shifts now. Maybe we could go over a few things during lunch.
Nick had a smirk on his face, the idea of going over anything to do with Sara sounded like a good idea, and since lunch was an hour long who knew just how much she wanted to cover, or maybe uncover. It was impossible for him not to let his thoughts slide right into the gutter. The way she kept glancing over at him with that coy little expression was causing very dirty thoughts to enter his mind of all the things he'd like to do to her.
Did you have anything in mind that you'd like to review?
Nick stifled another cough, Sara knew exactly what she was doing and if she kept it up, he just might have to take drastic action.
Oh, so you do.
The smirk on her face was absolutely priceless and then she arched a single brow at him, garnering a look from him that could ignite ice. The heat he felt coursing through his body was having an effect on him that he really didn't want to have in public; he wanted Sara and if anyone had bothered to look in their direction they would have been startled at just how much was being communicated in those glances they were sharing.
Nick tried to focus on what the moderator was saying, but having not paid attention for a good while, he had no idea what the guy was talking about.
"So then, the golden retriever really shouldn't ever play fetch with the otter." The look on the man's face was utterly serious.
Catherine could have gotten an academy award for how well she seemed to be paying attention when Nick was for damn certain that she'd much rather be going for another eight seconds with Warrick. He snorted out a laugh at his rodeo metaphor again, doing his best to cover it up with a cough as Grissom glanced over his shoulder, giving Nick a stern look that clearly communicated that if he had to sit through it, they all had to sit through it. Nick smiled back a bit sheepishly, and then when Warrick glanced at him with a knowing look, he almost lost it again.
"Now might be a good time to take a break for lunch." The speaker intoned with the same monotone voice that he'd been speaking in for the entire retreat. He gave Nick a sharp glance intending to let him know he didn't appreciate the interruptions.
As Sara glanced over at Nick again, she was surprised that he didn't bolt from his chair, until she noticed that he was holding his workbook strategically over his crotch. Her voice was almost a purr as she leaned over and whispered into his ear. "I need to go up to my room for something..." She arched her brows at him and then stood up and sauntered towards the door, glancing over her shoulder at him to see if he picked up on what she was suggesting.
Nick didn't get out of the main room all that easily. Greg tried to intercept him momentarily and it wasn't until he said that he had some digestive issues he needed to take care of that Greg finally let him go. As quickly as he could without arousing suspicion, he made his way up to Sara's room, softly knocking on the door.
Sara smiled at him a bit seductively as she opened the door. "You feeling ok?" She knew quite well that he was feeling perfectly fine, except for the extra snug feeling of his jeans.
Nick closed the door behind him and regarded Sara a bit predatorily, arching his brows as a mischievous smile flitted across his face. "Someone wasn't playing fair during the lecture. Now what would Mr. Monotone say about that, Sar?"
Sara was doing her best not to giggle as she felt Nick slide his arms around her waist. "I'm sure if he reviewed my notes he'd find that they were perfectly fair. He'd probably agree that working on our teambuilding skills during lunch would be a good use of our time, what with you being so distracting during that last session."
Nick snorted out a laugh. "Me being distracting? I was only reacting to your 'notes' as you put it." He was grinning at her not at all upset with her for the double meaning in the words she'd written down.
Sara slid her arms up his chest and snaked them around his neck. "Well I was distracted anyway." A coy smile spread across her face.
"Ok, so maybe I was a little distracted." Nick confessed to Sara's amusement. "And I suppose I could use a little extra work on my teambuilding skills. I'm sure we could always eat later."
"That's very prudent of you, Mr. Stokes." Sara did her best to imitate the voice of the moderator, not at all able to stifle a smile.
"You're still pretty distracting." Nick's voice was husky as his lips hovered just a fraction of an inch from hers and he tightened his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body.
"I can tell." Sara arched her brows suggestively at how aroused she could tell he was. In the next instant, Nick's lips were softly pressing against hers. The hunger she felt in his kiss just fueled the arousal she'd been feeling since the night before and it didn't take long for the kiss to become more insistent. They were slowly moving towards the bed intent on getting completely carried away when there was a knock at the door.
Nick mumbled against Sara's lips. "Ignore it." He wanted her in the worst way and he could tell from the way she was responding that she felt the same way.
The knock was louder. "Hey, Sara, Grissom's looking for you." Greg Sanders had been more than happy to convey the message from their supervisor, which had really been more of an observation than a request.
Sara let out an irritated groan as she broke off the kiss. "You know he won't go away." If anyone else but Greg had been at the door, she just might have ignored them.
"You could try and get rid of him." Nick suggested rather lamely, knowing full well that she was right; however, his hormones were dictating his thought processes at the moment.
Sara arched a skeptical brow at him. "And what would I tell him...'Greg, please go away because Nick and I are trying to have sex'?"
"Sara, I know you're in there...do you want some company?" Greg sounded far too hopeful. After another moment he called out again. "Grissom made it seem like it was urgent."
Nick grimaced. "I'm gonna have to do something about this." He gave Sara a knowing glance.
Sara looked over at the bathroom. "Well, I guess a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." If she hadn't been feeling so frustrated, she might have smirked.
Nick huffed out a frustrated sigh. "Well then just tell him that you gave me something for my digestive issues if he wonders why I'm in your bathroom."