Disclaimer: None of it's mine because if it were, Catherine and Warrick would be together, as would Nick and Sara. Nick also wouldn't have such a childish haircut and Greggo would go back to his old self. But that's just me.
Rating: PG
A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews! I heart you people.
Chapter Five
The back of his knuckles caressed along the side of her cheek lightly. Sara was watching him with wide eyes when she felt his fingertips sweep gently along the curve of her neck, to her shoulder where he inconspicuously brushed the strap of her bra off her milky white shoulder. His lips replaced his fingers on her shoulder, giving her soft kisses until he reached the flesh below her jaw. His teeth were nipping, working the skin until it left a possessive mark where his mouth had been. A quiet, almost suppressed moan filled his ear as he caught the lobe of her ear in between his teeth, tugging with a little more force before he moved up along the outer shell.
His hands were gripping her hips hard, keeping her firmly in place against his utterly masculine body. There was no way he could resist her now, not even if she begged for him to stop. He hitched up her right leg so it wrapped around him, bringing her closer to him instantly.
The wall was unyielding behind her and she almost resented it for being so. She felt like she was suffocating, like she needed oxygen and needed it badly. Pride and mere timidity caused her to attempt to keep her breath even, like what Nick was doing to her neck didn't affect her at all. However, lust and simple lack of caring any longer prevailed so when a long and heady groan slipped past her lips as Nick began to grind his pelvis against hers, Nick chuckled low in his throat at her, pleased that she had stopped trying to restrain herself.
"That's my girl," he murmured out, whispering the words like a benediction into her ear.
His girl, Sara thought to herself and the thought didn't seem to bother her one bit.
Her gaze had been focused on the bland white ceiling so it took her an extra moment to realize that Nick had discontinued his ministrations and was looking at her in a way that made her want to give him anything. Now that was a thought that frightened her.
Their faces were so close together, his breaths grazing her cheek as he looked intently into her eyes. She wanted so desperately for him to kiss her, possibly even for him to have his way with her right then and there, but she refused to move. What they did and how far they would go was his decision now, something Sara decided that might not have been such a wise idea.
His hips were teasing hers with a slow, leisure pace that was beginning to drive her wild and causing her to want a faster, more satisfying speed that would likely quell the desire in her loins.
"Nick," she said softly, looking up at him from underneath her dark lashes.
Her face had a rosy tint to it from their shared body heat and from her desire, while her body was beginning to tremble from suppressed urges and oppressed lust for him all these years. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take before she would scream.
There was a small smile on his handsome face when he smoothed her wild, curly hair from her pretty face. He could see slight dark circles underneath her bright, smoldering eyes and he was genuinely worried for her. Maybe he would have to make sure she got a few more hours of sleep at night. However, he figured, if was the one to be making sure she slept at night, he doubted that they would be doing everything but sleeping in bed.
"Tell me something, Sar," he asked in a hushed but faintly husky tone.
"What?" she replied, searching his face, her eyes landing on his lips at the end.
"Would you be completely opposed if I were to kiss you?"
"I never thought you to be the type to ask for a kiss, Nick," she said, her voice sounding slightly incredulous.
"Then what's my type?"
"You seem to be the kind of man who would take a kiss over asking for one."
He shrugged gently. "It's more of a courtesy."
"For whom?" she responded, raising a well-manicured eyebrow.
There weren't really any words on his tongue to answer her question. The immediate answer for him would have been her, it was courtesy for her, but when he thought of it, it was for him as well. He didn't want to be rejected if he just dove in and overwhelmed her, though she was the one who initiated everything.
Instead of answering her question like he assumed she expected, Nick leaned in closer, more than invaded her space, and found purchase in fusing his lips to hers in a seering and adulterated kiss. Fire rose in her veins and lust was coursing through her body, straight to her loins. Nick's hand, the one that didn't have a handful of her hair, had found its way down her back to her behind, grabbing a firm handful of what it found there. He was pulling her lower body closer to his once more and he decided that it was a justifiable idea to grind his pelvis perfectly into hers, making her go slack in his arms right then and there.
Sara was used to the feelings that were churning inside of her. She knew love and had even been known to experience lust but she had never felt such desire as she was feeling now. Never in her entire life did she want someone so badly like she did now. She was quite prepared to scream to the Heavens and beg for everything. That's exactly what she wanted from him at that moment: everything.
The connection of their lips was broken a long moment later because they found that breathing through their noses would only suffice for a short time. Her eyes were wide and doe like, questions and newfound emotions surfacing. Sara's tongue traced her bottom lip as her gaze followed from his chestnut eyes, along the stubble of his chin, and to his slightly parted lips.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you how long I've wanted to do that," he chuckled out.
There was a faint blush in her cheeks as she let out a small sigh of content. Her eyes were elsewhere until his finger tipped her chin up, her eyes immediately connecting with his.
"Do you want me to stop?" he murmured against her cheek, his fingers tracing small patterns on her hip.
"Don't ever stop," she whispered into his ear, nipping at the lobe with her teeth.
"I promise," he said, pulling back and looking intently into her eyes. "I promise."
Nobody seemed to notice the two of them arriving together to the crime lab, either that or nobody seemed to care. Nick had swung by Sara's apartment and allowed her sometime to fix herself up, shower, and change her clothes while he drove into town and got them coffee. There was never a moment of silence the entire car ride there and they both found ease in each other that they had never found in another person before.
Sara was smiling as she sipped her coffee, walking to the front door of the familiar building like she had so many times before, only this time she wasn't alone. This time she was with Nick and it was apparent that he wanted people to know about them for he slipped his hand into hers and gripped tightly. Her eyes flashed up to his questioningly and he noticed out of the corner of his eye.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked.
Always the considerate gentleman, Sara smiled to herself.
"Yes."
"Good," he replied grinning as he opened the front door for her. "Oh, Sara?"
She looked over her shoulder at him, waiting for him to continue. She wasn't expecting him to lean in and kiss her full on the mouth before they walked into the lobby but it seemed that he was full of surprises at that moment. For a brief amount of time, his mouth was moving against hers, urging her to respond and when she did, he moaned faintly against her mouth.
"Well, that's something you don't see every day," chuckled Warrick behind Nick.
Nick flashed a smile over his shoulder at his friend after Nick had ceased kissing Sara. Nick could see the blush that was creeping from Sara's neck up into her cheeks, her eyes elsewhere but Warrick's amused eyes.
"Get used to it, Brown," Nick said lightly, urging Sara through the door with his hand flat on the small of her back.
"So how long have you been hiding this from us?"
"Hiding what?" stepped in Catherine, looking from Warrick's handsome face to Nick's.
"Nicky's got a girlfriend," Warrick teased.
"Really? Who?"
"You're looking at her," Nick answered, his arm wrapping around Sara's waist. Her eyes were still on the floor and the embarrassed flush was still in her cheeks.
"For real?"
The question was directed the brunette with her eyes down and Sara bit her bottom lip in apprehension. Sighing, she lifted her head up and looked Catherine straight in the eyes before she saw someone over the blonde's shoulder, who had stopped in the middle of the hallway with a look of incredulity on his face.
"For real," she said firmly, locking eyes with Grissom's.
Grissom nodded, having heard the majority of the conversation from afar, and turned on his heel, walking from the direction he just came.
"How you guys going to break it to Gil?" said Catherine, folding her arms over her chest and not even bothering to hide the amusement on her pretty face.
"I think he'll be okay," answered Sara, resting her hand on Nick's chest and looking up into Nick's face. "Just as long as we don't contaminate any evidence or make improper use of the break room couch."
The four of them started to head to the locker room to prepare for their shift. Nick and Sara both felt that there was a time and a place for them to show their affections for one another so they kept their PDA's to a minimum at the crime lab. Nick's pinky finger was hooked with Sara's, and that was their subtle way of holding hands.
"You're going to have to let down Greg easy," mentioned Catherine, flashing a smile at her female friend.
"Why Greg?" wondered Nick, opening up his locker and pulling out his watch and his badge.
"Greg's had a thing for Sara for the past few years," commented Warrick, a humored expression on his face.
"I'm surprised you didn't notice, Nick," Sara said, slipping on her vest. "I mean he hasn't been exactly subtle about it."
"Well, I'll make sure that stops," he muttered.
"Do you guys want to go for a drink this weekend?" wondered Warrick. "I heard about this great place off the strip."
"As long as there's no tequila," muttered Sara under her breath, but Warrick still caught the last of her sentence.
"Tequila not your best friend?"
"Not quite," she said quietly, slamming her locker shut while Nick was practically rolling on the floor laughing.
"What's wrong with tequila?" asked Catherine, blatantly confused.
"Nothing," she answered evenly, sending Nick a hard glare for finding humor in the situation.
Warrick and Catherine both looked at Nick for the real answer.
"Well," urged Catherine, raising her shapely eyebrow.
"Tequila makes her clothes fall off," Nick drawled out, a wide grin on his face.
A/N: This is me, jumping around, laughing maniacally because I'm finally done a story. – Sigh – Now I have a bunch of others to finish. Sorry about the semi-cheesy ending. I felt it necessary to end with the title of the story. I'm sure there were a couple people pining for a few more chapters out of this story but honestly I had no idea where I would take it. It's short. I like that. So thank you for reviewing, everyone. I can say that I truthfully have the funniest, loyalist, and all-round best reviewers. You people are awesome!