Oh my God.

Sara opened her eyes and had two realizations at the same time. The first was that she wasn't in her room. The second was the warm body pressed against her back.

Oh my God.

It hadn't been a dream.

She'd had dreams about Nick before. Ever since working that case with the costumed alien in the desert, and the minister/killer had uttered 'She's gonna getcha' That simple phrase had flipped a switch inside her, and the dreams had begun right away.

But, she had to admit to herself, as she soaked in the warmth of his arms wrapped around her waist, the dream version had had nothing on reality. For the first time in a very long time, Sara Sidle had no urge to run.

"Mornin'." His voice in her ear, thick with sleep, and she couldn't help but notice his accent was a little heavier too.

"How'd you know I was awake?" She whispered, wanting to keep the spell that had covered them like the thick comforter. She brushed her fingertips up and down his forearm that lay over her hip.

"Your breathin'" His breath brushed against her cheek. "Are you…" he stopped, not knowing the right words "What do…" What the hell was wrong with him, he wondered. He'd never had a problem talking to any woman before, let alone one he'd just had sex with. But this wasn't any woman, this was Sara, and being with her had been like coming home. "Any regrets?"

Sara sighed deeply, and without being able to see the expression on her face, he had no idea if it was a good sigh or a bad one. His heart began to pound hard.

"None." She told him, then smiled a little to herself when she felt his body relax. She moved, craned her neck so she could see his face. "You?"

There was no pause this time, no deep breath, no consideration. "Nope. I'm actually wondering why we didn't do this a long time ago."

She laughed at that, and moved her body, facing him completely. Nick adjusted his arms around her, pulling her closer. Her face was buried in his neck; he could smell the sweetness of her shampoo.

"So now what?" He asked, watching pieces of her hair dance in his breath.

"Well, I say we stay in bed all day. Make love, nap, make love, nap."

"As much as I'd like that, the thought of Greg and Grissom walking in on us? No thank you."

Sara sat up quickly. "Oh my God." She put a hand on her forehead. "I completely forgot about them."

"Well, thank God for that" he relaxed in to the pillows; bent his elbows and put his hands underneath is head.

"I'm serious Nick" she climbed out of bed and hurried toward the window. "They could be pulling up right now." She pulled back the curtain and peeked out. "Oh my God" She heard the shuffling of the sheets and a moment later felt him behind her.

Nick looked out the window, then covered her hand with his own moving the curtains open a little wider. "Wow. Now that's a lot of snow."

Overnight, the earth had turned white. The ground, the trees, everything was covered in what looked like a half foot of snow. The sun was out, but Sara could tell the little snow that was melting was turning into ice.

The sight of it mesmerized Sara. "It's so beautiful."

He snaked an arm around her waist and kissed her temple, "Looks like were gonna be alone for a while" he moved his mouth a little lower andnipped her ear lobe.

She giggled and put a hand on his chest, pushing him away just a little. "Are you hungry?"

Taken aback, he looked at her questioningly. "What?"

"Hungry. I need food."

"Sara…"

"I don't want my stomach rumbling while we make love. It was bad enough that I haven't shaved my legs in a couple days."

"Yeah, I did notice that, now that you mention it."

"Very funny" she headed toward the hall and next door to her own room. " Besides" she called back over her shoulder "we should try and get a hold of Grissom, make sure they're not trying to get up here." She reappeared in the doorway fastening her robe belt around her. "I can make pancakes."

Nick groaned. "I can't change your mind, can I?"

As an answer Sara turned and headed down the stairs.

"No. Didn't think so." Nick muttered to himself and grabbed his own robe.

Sorry it's so short, the next one'll be longer, promise.