Writing on a Blank Slate
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
Rating: M
Chapter 16: "Don't ever go away."
Sara awoke later that night with a wonderfully heavy feeling throughout her body. Her muscles ached deliciously, and a sensual smile curved her lips at the memory of exactly how she had ended up naked in bed with Nick, his body curled so tightly against hers that she didn't want to move in case she woke him.
In the dim light of the room she gazed lovingly at his face, so close to her own that she could feel the warmth of each exhalation. He was smiling in his sleep, his hair still tousled from her caresses.
She could have lain like that all night, admiring her lover as he slept, but her face felt scungy with makeup and there was an uncomfortable pressure in her bladder. Very slowly, in the hope that she wouldn't wake him, she began to ease herself from his embrace and the bed.
Her efforts proved unsuccessful and he awoke with a grunt of protest.
"Where you goin'?" he asked, his accent thickened by sleep. She wondered if he realized just what that accent did for her.
"Bathroom," she replied softly.
"'Kay. Don't be long."
She smiled again and leaned over to kiss his lips lightly. "I won't."
The sound of her in the bathroom made Nick realize that he needed it too, and when she returned to the bed he rose to take his turn.
He came back to find her lying on her back, staring at the ceiling and smiling. As soon as he reached for her she rolled towards him, pressing her body close to his. He hugged her tightly.
"I love you, Sara Sidle," he whispered in her ear.
She nuzzled his neck, then turned her head enough to reply softly "I love you too, Nicholas Stokes."
"Don't ever go away," he asked, meaning it.
"I won't," she promised.