By the time Nick got down stairs and into the kitchen, Sara had pulled the milk and eggs out of the fridge and was rooting around in the cabinets for the other ingredients. She pulled the flour down and turned to set it on the counter, catching him watching her from the doorway. She smiled shyly and turned back toward the row of cabinets, opening and closing doors, tossing a glance over her shoulder, her smile shifting from shy to seducing. She found the mixing bowl she was searching for and turned back to the counter she'd set the ingredients on and began to measure the flour into the bowl.

Nick tilted his head, studying her. She moved gracefully and with purpose, her attention focused on the task at hand. As her co-worker he admired that quality in her. As her lover, he'd come to an even higher appreciation for it. He moved behind her, watching the muscles in her back move as she worked, and when she began to stir, her hips and ass moved, swishing side to side, and without even being able to see the teasing smile on her face, he knew she was very aware of the effect she was having on him.

He reached out, touching her back lightly with the tip of his index finger, and traced the pattern printed on the silky material of her robe. She felt him; just the slightest touch, moving in small loops and swirls across her shoulders, down her spine.

With his free hand, Nick moved the hair off the back of her neck, ran the tip of his tongue against her skin. Sara's kneels buckled, and he caught her, wrapping both arms around her waist, pulling her into him. His mouth moved against the tender skin of her neck and the spoon fell into the batter, forgotten. Her fingers found the edge of the counter, she clutched at it, gripping at it like it was the edge of a volcano she teetered on.

She could feel his arousal though the thin material of their robes, pressed against her hip, and she couldn't decide on what to focus on, the growing pressure of him, his mouth on her, or the fact that his hands were working the knot in her belt.

The ties fell to either side, the robe falling open, his hands roamed the bare skin on her stomach, and he teasingly walked his fingers slowly up. Sara let her head fall back, resting on his shoulder, the only movement she dared make, not wanting even the slightest break in any connection of their bodies.

When his hands cupped her breasts, a quiet moan escaped Sara's mouth; her tongue darted out, licking her parted lips, and she felt Nick smile against her skin. She turned to face him, her neck and breasts burning from his touch were suddenly cool in his absence, only ghostly heat remained of his presence.

She hooked a finger through his robe belt, pulling him to her, her mouth seeking his like a missile landing on target. Her fingers loosened the knot and she pushed the fabric out of her way, running her hands across his chest. Nick snaked his hands in between them, finding her hips, then ran them across and down to her ass, and pinching a cheek.

Sara let out a squeak and pulled slightly away from him, swatting his arm. Nick laughed heartily, enjoying this new side of Sara, and thanking God he'd been given the chance to witness, and even participate in it.

Taking advantage of the moment, Nick lifted her by the hips, setting her down on the counter. The mixing bowl slid off the edge, rattling on to the floor, flour spilling out, sending dust clouds up into the air. Ignoring the bowl, Sara wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together at the small of his back.

He moved in to kiss her again, and was shocked when she put a finger to his lips, stopping him. "Can I just…?" Reaching up, she ran her fingers though his hair in the front, rearranging the boy bangs off his forehead.

Amused, Nick let her do what she wanted, studying her face as she worked. The intensity and concentration in her eyes amazed him.

Sara's hand left his hair and she traced one finger down his cheek. "Satisfied?" he asked her.

Teasing, she answered, "Not just yet." Her finger moved across his morning stubble, tracing his jaw line, coming to rest on the underside of his chin, and she gently drew his face to hers. Their lips were just an inch apart, each anticipating the feel of the other, when the shrill shriek of a cell phone stopped them cold.

"Shit." Nick muttered and hung his head, resting his forehead on her shoulder and inhaled deeply, letting it out in a rush through pursed lips.

"That's mine" Sara said and gently, reluctantly pushed him away and hopped down off the counter. Tying her robe back up, she found her phone where she'd left it the evening before and glanced at the screen before pushing the talk button. "Hey Greg. How's being stuck in a hotel room with Grissom?"

While Sara was on the phone, Nick closed his robe and fastened the belt, then found a broom and began cleaning up the spilled flour. A few minutes later, he was done just in time to hear Sara say into the phone "Us? We're…fine. There's plenty here to keep us busy." He looked over at her; she put her fingers to her lips, holding in a giggle. "Yeah, ok, drive careful." Clicking the end button she looked over to Nick, who was leaning back against the counter. "The roads down the mountain have been cleared. They're headed back to Vegas."

"How's Greg holding up with Grissom?"

Sara shrugged. "He sounded a little down, but he'll be fine." She walked over to him, clutching the lapels on his robe. "So…what're you in the mood for?"

"Ah… actually, breakfast. I've got to get all thoughts of Greg and Grissom out of my head before anything else."

Sara chuckled and stepped away, nodding in understanding. "Ok. Pancakes it is."