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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,597
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Undenied
Disclaimer: No poseo, no creé, y no me beneficio. “Undenied” - Portishead
Rating: G… but guess what’s coming next? More or less, who…
A/N: Thank you for all the reviews and to all those who read this story and my others. You guys are awesome.
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Chapter Eleven: Undenied
The fumes of gasoline and oil filled his lungs after he hopped out of his recently bought pick-up truck. Since he found that he was missing home a lot more often than he had before, Nick purchased a truck identical to the one his father used to drive on the ranch back home in Texas.
Unscrewing the lid with his left hand while he gripped the pump in the other, Nick started to think about what exactly the night would hold for him and more interesting, Sara. He squeezed the handle and then leaned casually against the side of vehicle while he listened to the sound of the gasoline filling the tank, watching the numbers on the till change. Not until he would have to pay thirty dollars did Nick stop. He grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket as he made his way towards the door of the gas station. The woman on the other side of the desk greeted him with a smile, which he returned a little more warmly when he noticed that her nametag read, ‘Bobette.’
Laughing to himself, Nick went straight to the back of the little store to where the coolers were. Pulling open the door, he grabbed a bottle of water with his other hand before he turned around and headed for the cash register. Something, however, caught his eye though it normally wouldn’t have. It was not every day that there was a sign saying, ‘A dollar off with coupon’ for condoms. Nick smirked to himself and stopped, making it look like he was interested in the bottles of Advil beneath them. It was a rather large variety of condoms in different colors and in different sizes, ones ribbed ‘for her pleasure’ and others that were lubricated, for a gas station but Nick didn’t really mind since he did tell Sara that he would bring them. He wondered if Sara would be up to the strawberry flavored condoms but somehow, he was certain that he might take it the wrong way… as if throwing down a box of economy-sized extra large in front of her wouldn’t scare the daylights out of her either.
Finally decided to settle on something a little more mundane compared to the lime green condoms that apparently tasted like apple, and they appeared to be all fruit except for the mint flavored one, Nick picked up the box and brought his drink and it to the front counter, putting them down in front of Bobette.
“Pump number three,” he drawled out, looking down at his wallet while he withdrew two twenties.
“Getting lucky, Tex?” she grinned.
“Something like that,” he muttered, trying not to blush.
She cracked her gum and lazily rang in the items on the counter as Nick wondered how she didn’t break her fake bright pink nails on the keypad of the till.
“Here’s your change,” she said, handing him a few dimes and nickels, which he took as well as the bag that held his water and condoms. “Have a good night.”
In his mind, she was far too smug and Nick instantly felt wrong with the fact that Bobette knew that he would be having sex that night. He shivered as he walked to his truck and threw the bag on the passenger seat when he hopped back in his truck.
It was only quarter after five and he was about ten minutes away from Han’s apartment. He hated the fact that it was Hank’s apartment, not Sara’s. It was almost admitting to the fact that the two were together and serious whereas the other way, Nick still had the illusion that wherever he went, Hank wasn’t really there.
He punched the radio dial with the tip of his finger before turning up the volume a little louder than usual, country beginning to blast from the speakers. Nick knew the song playing and loved it so he naturally sang along to the tune, southern twang in full affect.
He wasn’t sure what Sara was expecting when he pulled up outside the apartment that he knew was Hank’, where Sara now resided. Nick just wanted to walk in there and mark every inch as his and Sara’s in spite of her boyfriend. Somehow, the urge reminded him of how a dog would pee on things as a sign of what was the dog’s territory. Shaking his head as a way to get rid of the thoughts coursing through his mind, Nick got out of the truck and headed for the front door of the building.
Floor three came and went as did five and six but the elevator stopped on level seven where Sara’s place was down the hall, to the left, and on his third right. He knew it too well despite the fact that he had only been there once and that was because of some game night that Hank had invited him to as well as a bunch of other guy’s from work back when Nick didn’t have the urge to pee on his possessions.
Forming a fist with his right hand, he knocked on the solid door and waited for it to open. He heard a bunch of movement and then a soundly thud followed by swearing. Nick chuckled to himself even after Sara flung open the door, looking a little exasperated as she leaned over to rub her big toe.
“You all right?” he asked, laughing at her while he watched her.
Scowling at him, she replied, “The table was in the way.”
“That’s why you go around it, sweetheart,” he smiled, stepping in when she stepped aside.
The door closed soundly and then Sara strode quickly past him to the kitchen apparently, if Nick’s memory survived him correctly.
“Where’s the fire?” he wondered, removing his jacket and then hanging it in the hall closet.
“Probably in the oven knowing my cooking.”
“What’re you making?”
Peaking his head around the corner, Nick got an eyeful of something he wasn’t exactly expected. Sara was bent over at the waist with her back to him, pulling something out of the oven and taking her sweet time to do it as well. She was poking with a fork at he couldn’t see clearly since she was in his line of sight of the glass dish. Nick didn’t mind at all for the view of her denim jeans stretched over her behind ranked high on his ‘favorite things to stare’ at list.
With a huff, Sara stood up and didn’t bother to immediately fix her shirt that had crept up a bit. The small of her back was exposed as well as the side of her hip. Nick leaned against the open doorway, his arms folded across his chest, while Sara tucked her hair behind her ears before she reached for the oven mitts on the counter next to the stove, about to put them on.
“I hope you like lasagna,” she remarked, looking over her shoulder at him as she pulled on the padded mitts.
She saw the look in his eye and knew what was running through his mind however calm and composed he appeared to be on the outside.
“Love it,” he replied, meeting her eyes. “When are the mattress guy coming again?”
“They aren’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“They’re not coming. Apparently my bed didn’t get shipped to the warehouse today. It’s coming in, in two days.”
Nick didn’t bother to ask why Sara hadn’t called him to cancel. He took it as a sign that Sara wanted him there for more than his help with moving a bed since they would no longer be doing that, it appeared.
“So Nicky, did you bring the condoms?” she questioned with a cheeky grin on her face.
“As a matter of fact, I did Ms Sidle,” he answered, throwing at her the box that had been in his jacket pocket.
She caught it out of reflex, gloved hands and all, before turning it over so that she could read the other side.
“24 pack… you think you’re going to get that lucky, hmm?” she smiled, not bothering to look at him since she was still reading the front cover. “I like the part about ‘ribbed for her pleasure.’ That’s cute.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone describe a condom as cute.”
“There’s a first for everything.”
She met his eyes.
“Yeah, there is.”
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I feel like the biggest nerd for writing this line, "...back when Nick didn’t have the urge to pee on his possessions." Obviously, it's a metaphor as well as a reference to the previous paragraph before it and just saying that Nick is possessive but I mean, who says that?
Rating: G… but guess what’s coming next? More or less, who…
A/N: Thank you for all the reviews and to all those who read this story and my others. You guys are awesome.
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Chapter Eleven: Undenied
The fumes of gasoline and oil filled his lungs after he hopped out of his recently bought pick-up truck. Since he found that he was missing home a lot more often than he had before, Nick purchased a truck identical to the one his father used to drive on the ranch back home in Texas.
Unscrewing the lid with his left hand while he gripped the pump in the other, Nick started to think about what exactly the night would hold for him and more interesting, Sara. He squeezed the handle and then leaned casually against the side of vehicle while he listened to the sound of the gasoline filling the tank, watching the numbers on the till change. Not until he would have to pay thirty dollars did Nick stop. He grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket as he made his way towards the door of the gas station. The woman on the other side of the desk greeted him with a smile, which he returned a little more warmly when he noticed that her nametag read, ‘Bobette.’
Laughing to himself, Nick went straight to the back of the little store to where the coolers were. Pulling open the door, he grabbed a bottle of water with his other hand before he turned around and headed for the cash register. Something, however, caught his eye though it normally wouldn’t have. It was not every day that there was a sign saying, ‘A dollar off with coupon’ for condoms. Nick smirked to himself and stopped, making it look like he was interested in the bottles of Advil beneath them. It was a rather large variety of condoms in different colors and in different sizes, ones ribbed ‘for her pleasure’ and others that were lubricated, for a gas station but Nick didn’t really mind since he did tell Sara that he would bring them. He wondered if Sara would be up to the strawberry flavored condoms but somehow, he was certain that he might take it the wrong way… as if throwing down a box of economy-sized extra large in front of her wouldn’t scare the daylights out of her either.
Finally decided to settle on something a little more mundane compared to the lime green condoms that apparently tasted like apple, and they appeared to be all fruit except for the mint flavored one, Nick picked up the box and brought his drink and it to the front counter, putting them down in front of Bobette.
“Pump number three,” he drawled out, looking down at his wallet while he withdrew two twenties.
“Getting lucky, Tex?” she grinned.
“Something like that,” he muttered, trying not to blush.
She cracked her gum and lazily rang in the items on the counter as Nick wondered how she didn’t break her fake bright pink nails on the keypad of the till.
“Here’s your change,” she said, handing him a few dimes and nickels, which he took as well as the bag that held his water and condoms. “Have a good night.”
In his mind, she was far too smug and Nick instantly felt wrong with the fact that Bobette knew that he would be having sex that night. He shivered as he walked to his truck and threw the bag on the passenger seat when he hopped back in his truck.
It was only quarter after five and he was about ten minutes away from Han’s apartment. He hated the fact that it was Hank’s apartment, not Sara’s. It was almost admitting to the fact that the two were together and serious whereas the other way, Nick still had the illusion that wherever he went, Hank wasn’t really there.
He punched the radio dial with the tip of his finger before turning up the volume a little louder than usual, country beginning to blast from the speakers. Nick knew the song playing and loved it so he naturally sang along to the tune, southern twang in full affect.
He wasn’t sure what Sara was expecting when he pulled up outside the apartment that he knew was Hank’, where Sara now resided. Nick just wanted to walk in there and mark every inch as his and Sara’s in spite of her boyfriend. Somehow, the urge reminded him of how a dog would pee on things as a sign of what was the dog’s territory. Shaking his head as a way to get rid of the thoughts coursing through his mind, Nick got out of the truck and headed for the front door of the building.
Floor three came and went as did five and six but the elevator stopped on level seven where Sara’s place was down the hall, to the left, and on his third right. He knew it too well despite the fact that he had only been there once and that was because of some game night that Hank had invited him to as well as a bunch of other guy’s from work back when Nick didn’t have the urge to pee on his possessions.
Forming a fist with his right hand, he knocked on the solid door and waited for it to open. He heard a bunch of movement and then a soundly thud followed by swearing. Nick chuckled to himself even after Sara flung open the door, looking a little exasperated as she leaned over to rub her big toe.
“You all right?” he asked, laughing at her while he watched her.
Scowling at him, she replied, “The table was in the way.”
“That’s why you go around it, sweetheart,” he smiled, stepping in when she stepped aside.
The door closed soundly and then Sara strode quickly past him to the kitchen apparently, if Nick’s memory survived him correctly.
“Where’s the fire?” he wondered, removing his jacket and then hanging it in the hall closet.
“Probably in the oven knowing my cooking.”
“What’re you making?”
Peaking his head around the corner, Nick got an eyeful of something he wasn’t exactly expected. Sara was bent over at the waist with her back to him, pulling something out of the oven and taking her sweet time to do it as well. She was poking with a fork at he couldn’t see clearly since she was in his line of sight of the glass dish. Nick didn’t mind at all for the view of her denim jeans stretched over her behind ranked high on his ‘favorite things to stare’ at list.
With a huff, Sara stood up and didn’t bother to immediately fix her shirt that had crept up a bit. The small of her back was exposed as well as the side of her hip. Nick leaned against the open doorway, his arms folded across his chest, while Sara tucked her hair behind her ears before she reached for the oven mitts on the counter next to the stove, about to put them on.
“I hope you like lasagna,” she remarked, looking over her shoulder at him as she pulled on the padded mitts.
She saw the look in his eye and knew what was running through his mind however calm and composed he appeared to be on the outside.
“Love it,” he replied, meeting her eyes. “When are the mattress guy coming again?”
“They aren’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“They’re not coming. Apparently my bed didn’t get shipped to the warehouse today. It’s coming in, in two days.”
Nick didn’t bother to ask why Sara hadn’t called him to cancel. He took it as a sign that Sara wanted him there for more than his help with moving a bed since they would no longer be doing that, it appeared.
“So Nicky, did you bring the condoms?” she questioned with a cheeky grin on her face.
“As a matter of fact, I did Ms Sidle,” he answered, throwing at her the box that had been in his jacket pocket.
She caught it out of reflex, gloved hands and all, before turning it over so that she could read the other side.
“24 pack… you think you’re going to get that lucky, hmm?” she smiled, not bothering to look at him since she was still reading the front cover. “I like the part about ‘ribbed for her pleasure.’ That’s cute.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone describe a condom as cute.”
“There’s a first for everything.”
She met his eyes.
“Yeah, there is.”
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I feel like the biggest nerd for writing this line, "...back when Nick didn’t have the urge to pee on his possessions." Obviously, it's a metaphor as well as a reference to the previous paragraph before it and just saying that Nick is possessive but I mean, who says that?