Writing on a Blank Slate
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
Rating: M: sexual content (at last…)
Chapter 15: "I didn't know gentlemen kissed like that."
After they left the restaurant Nick escorted Sara to the passenger's side of the car, where he gave her a scorching kiss before opening the door and holding it for her.
"See?" he asked. "I'm a perfect gentleman."
"I didn't know gentlemen kissed like that," she retorted.
He chuckled suggestively and closed the door, leaving her alone in the privacy of the darkness for a moment with nothing to think about except the pounding of her heart and the tingling of her lips… and other places.
He kissed her again once he was seated behind the wheel, and felt her rest her hand on his knee as they pulled away.
"What do you want to do when we get back to the motel?" she asked, and Nick tensed slightly. Had he imagined it, or had her hand just slid further up his thigh as she spoke? He glanced at her, but she was watching the road, a slight smile on her lips, as though she was trying not to grin.
"Uh, I don't know," he replied, trying to sound casual. "We could watch a movie or something."
"We could," she agreed, and this time he was certain he had felt her hand move. He heard her shift in her seat and glanced across at her, trying to slow the sudden pounding of his heart.
Unconsciously, he flicked his gaze down her body, noticing that her skirt had ridden up to reveal several inches of nylon-clad thigh above her knee. He wondered what she would do if he ran his hand up her leg, beneath the hem of her skirt. With a start, he snapped his head back to the road.
"You, uh, had something else in mind?" he asked, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. She shrugged.
"It's late. Maybe we should just go to bed."
As she said it, she ran her hand almost all the way up his thigh, curving inwards as she did so.
"Jesus, Sara!" His foot twitched downwards on the accelerator at the same time as his hands jerked the wheel sideways. An oncoming driver honked in protest.
"Something the matter Nick?" she asked sweetly, and he groaned.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he told her.
"Oh, I think I get the point." The emphasis she placed on the last word made him groan again.
"Sara, you're gonna have to stop that if you want me to get us, and the car, back to the motel in one piece."
She sighed and slid her hand back towards his knee, and he realized she had interpreted his words as a rejection. He caught her wrist mid-way down his thigh.
"I think about there's okay," he told her.
She looked at him, her smile tinged slightly with relief, and he smiled back. He hadn't imagined that she would be this forward, but in a way he was relieved. In the back of his mind ever since they'd left Las Vegas had been the worry that he might unintentionally do something that would push her too far and put an end to everything that was happening between them. Tonight he didn't think he needed to worry about that.
When they reached the motel he pinned her up against the side of the car, one arm on either side of her body.
"Don't you know it's dangerous to distract a man while he's driving?" he asked in a mock-stern voice.
"Gee, Nick, how was I supposed to know you'd be so easily distracted," she replied innocently.
In answer, he dropped his hand to her thigh and ran it up under her dress, exactly as he had imagined in the car. He stopped well short of where she had, surprised to feel a band of lace apparently marking the tops of her stockings. His testosterone levels jumped up another notch.
"Let's see how you like it," he challenged softly, leaning in to kiss her. She kissed him back, then turned her head to whisper in his ear.
"I like it just fine."
He removed his hand from her thigh and pressed his hips against hers, pushing her back against the car with a moan. She responded by arching into him, her mouth fixing hungrily on his.
He ran his lips down her throat and back up to her ear and she moaned in pleasure before raising her hands to his chest and pushing him back slightly. He gave her a questioning look.
"Maybe we should take this inside," she suggested huskily.
He fumbled with the lock as she kissed his neck, then kicked the door shut behind them as he turned, spanning her waist with his hands and easing her back towards the bed.
Sara pulled impatiently at Nick's t-shirt, wanting it off, wanting to see him, to touch him, to taste him. She had never felt this swept away with anyone before, dizzy, almost drunk although she'd only had two small drinks. She trusted him, felt safe with him as she never had with any lover before him. Nick would never hurt her or mock her or walk out on her, and so she could give herself to him without fear or reservations.
He paused long enough to throw the t-shirt aside, then continued to push her back until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she didn't even try to keep her feet, just let herself fall backwards, pulling him down on top of her.
He laughed and caught himself with his hands so he wouldn't land on her, and she laughed back. Then he supported himself on one arm, running his other hand up under her dress again.
"What exactly have you got on under there?" he asked, both curious and incredibly aroused.
"You'll see," she replied, running her hands over the now-bare skin of his chest. She had never touched him like this before, and she savored the feeling of his skin beneath her palms, the tight, dark nipples that tightened still further as he moaned at her caress.
She pushed at his shoulders, rolling him onto his back so she could straddle his waist, tugging at the belt of his jeans. She pulled it loose and discarded it then, looking down at him with a sultry smile, she grabbed the hem of her dress and peeled it off over her head.
At the sight of her astride him, clad only in a black lace bra, matching panties and those hold-up stocking with the lace top, Nick's heart almost stopped. He reached out and very gently ran his hands up her sides, feeling her shudder deliciously at the caress.
"God, Sara," he whispered. Then he pulled her down on top of him.