Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to my awesome betas, nickysbabygirl and Sheila. Thanks for all your help. This chapter is not going to be very smutty, but more smut may come later…for now, I find emotional relations so much more sexy. I like fluff. Also, this chapter gets a bit closer to the T rating I gave it earlier.
Spoiler: Grave Danger (but isn't everything centred around Grave Danger these days?)
Disclaimer: Don't own, want to own. Didn't create, want to have created. Want George desperately. You know the drill. Kill Bill belongs to Miramax films, and The Princess Bride belongs to MGM Films (I think). Pirates of the Caribbean is Disney's, and I honestly don't know who Napoleon Dynamite belongs to, except not me.
The drive back to Sara's apartment was one of the longest drives of each of their lives. When they finally got there, Sara said, "Do you want to come in?"
Nick, thinking deeply, said, "Is that a good idea?"
They hadn't yet given each other their physical everything, and it had remained unspoken that they wanted to wait for the right moment. Nick never wanted to pressure her into anything she didn't want to do, and Sara didn't want to become just another notch on his belt either. She wanted to give him everything, but wasn't ready yet. She'd been hurt too many times to just go around giving herself away. They respected and loved each other, enough to wait for when they were both ready.
Sara, chuckling slightly, said, "Nick, Nick, Nick. I was thinking we would just watch a movie, that's all. Get your mind out of the gutter." She swatted his arm playfully.
Nick exhaled sharply, slight embarrassed that he had voiced his concern for something that wouldn't yet be. "Sure," he said. "I'd love to come in".
"Okay." They looked at each other for another minute before Sara reached down to grab her purse.
Inside her apartment, they were confronted with the problem of what to watch. Sara, sitting on the floor, was sifting through a surprisingly extensive collection of DVDs. Nick was sitting on the couch. Sara wanted to watch The Princess Bride, but Nick wanted to watch Kill Bill, not remembering a certain scene that may affect him in a less-than positive way.
"Mmmm, I'm not sure that Kill Bill would be a good choice, Nick. I don't want you to have a panic attack," Sara shared, dropping a subtle hint.
A look of realization flickered across Nick's face. An awkward silence ensued. Trying to break the tension, he said lightly, "I hate Quentin Tarantino. I bet he gave Gordon the idea. He might as well have buried me himself." There was a tone of bitterness in his voice. Looking up, he laughed. "But we are not watching The Princess Bride. I watched that nine hundred times when I was a kid."
Raising an eyebrow, Sara said, "Really?"
Nick laughed. "Sara, I have five sisters. What do you think?"
Sara moved onto the couch, right next to Nick. Now it was her turn to come to a rather amusing realization. "Okay, well, how about Pirates of the Caribbean?"
"Why, so I can share you with Orlando Bloom?"
"Nick, wake up. I am not in the least impressed with Orlando Bloom." She leaned in and kissed him softly.
"Mmmm. That's good to know." Another kiss.
Leaning back, Sara decided to play with his mind a bit more. "Johnny Depp is so much sexier."
"Sara!" Nick exclaimed, and reached for a pillow off the couch to swat her with.
She dodged it, but ended up falling on him, the pillow on his lap and her head on the pillow. Neither of them made a quick move to correct the situation. Sara brought her feet up onto the couch and settled into his lap. They lay that way in silence for almost ten minutes.
Just as Sara thought she would fall asleep, Nick broke the silence. "So, how about that movie?"
"Alright, how about Napoleon Dynamite?" Sara suggested.
"No Johnny Depp?" Nick asked. He'd never seen it.
"No Johnny Depp."
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to watch it," Nick said in a fake disappointed tone.
About an hour into the movie, after much giggling, guffawing, and musings about the sheer stupidity of the movie, Nick and Sara became content to just kissing each other, her still lying on his lap.
The credits had long since rolled by, but things were just getting started with Nick and Sara. The kissing got more intense, going from chaste kisses on the lips to open-mouthed, and now their tongues were dancing together.
Making out was rather awkward in this position, so Nick had long since put his hand on Sara's behind to move her up further, so her head lay on the soft, full armrest. He hadn't bothered to move it yet, and she'd made no move to correct him either.
Sara was a bit surprised when she felt something hard press into her lower back. Nick pulled back immediately, silently cursing his hormones. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, as well as another area of his body further down.
"I'm really, really sorry, Sara. Really sorry." Nick was genuinely embarrassed. He helped her sit up, both of them sitting in silence for a minute.
"You should, um, go…take care of that," Sara suggested.
"Yeah," he said. He stood up slowly, heading for the bathroom. Once he was inside, Sara let out a sigh, collapsing against the back of her leather couch.
She was pretty certain that this wasn't the first time he had gotten hard over her, but it was the first time that it had happened with her right there.
And she really liked the idea.
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