Say My Name

Disclaimer: Äåí åßìáé êýñéïò, Äåí äçìéïýñãçóá, êáé äåí ùöåëïýìáé. “Easy to Ignore” – Six Pence None the Richer

Rating: H for Hardcore

A.N: I’d like to dedicate this highly anticipated chapter to all the loyal readers and especially reviewers who read this story as well as my other ones. Who else will give you smut like this?


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Chapter Twelve: Easy to Ignore

Sara didn’t really think much after she put the lasagna back on the rack and closed the door to the oven. She bit down on her lip, staring at Nick who was racking his eyes down and then back up her form while she fidgeted with the mitts that she was now removing, throwing them carelessly next to her on the counter.

There was lust in his eyes, very similar to the intensity she had seen in them about a couple of weeks ago when things got rather heated in the locker room back at the crime lab. But Sara’s mind was far from work and everything else. She was focused on the box in her hand that she could have ripped open right there after ripped off Nick’s clothes.

She didn’t know lust like this with Hank, only with Nick. The man standing a few feet from her looked at her like she was all that he wanted, all that he would ever need. Hank never looked at her like that and even if he did, somehow Sara didn’t think it would suffice let alone compare to how Nick was gazing at her now.

He was taking in the sight of her now, fully clothed, but what he was really looking forward to was taking in the sight of her bare and exposed beneath him. It took only three steps until he was pressing her into the edge of the counter hard enough that it was biting into the small of her back, causing her to wince but she didn’t care. Her hands slid up his arms and over his shoulders, one slipped into his hair while the other remained still on his shoulder. She was trapped in between his arms, which braced him since his hands were flat on the surface of the countertop. He was leaning into her, his mouth so close to hers and she was dying to feel it pressed to her own lips but he dipped his head and buried his head in her neck. Simply breathing in her warm scent had him wanting her even more. His hips were flush with hers, urging her back against the cupboards and so that her legs were spread, cradling him almost between her thighs.

“I don’t want anything but this,” he whispered, his hand cupping the side of her cheek gently as he gazed into her eyes.

Sara was about to ask him what exactly ‘this’ was but her entire reality was interrupted when Nick’s hands hastily skimmed down her body, brushing over her breasts, down to her hips, until they reached the back of her thighs where they gripped and hoisted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist though she could have conveniently sat on the counter that was still hurting her back.

“Think we’ll make it through all twenty-four?” he questioned, smirking arrogantly as his hand caressed from her thigh around to her behind, which he cupped in his hand.

“It’s quarter to six.”

“Then we better get started, hmm?”

Nick plucked the unopened box from her hand and threw it behind him towards the general direction of where Nick knew was the bedroom.

There wasn’t much to be said about the pace of which Nick was moving things along. The most accurate description could have possibly been ‘urgently’ or ‘hastily’ and Sara didn’t have a thought in her head to tell him otherwise. Before she knew it she was flat on her back on the bed that her and Hank had shared for the past few weeks. She couldn’t explain why it didn’t feel wrong to be with Nick in her boyfriend’s bed. All Sara knew that what they were doing right then felt right and was right.

Nick was busy unbuttoning the front of her shirt that only gave way to the white tank top she was wearing underneath. He growled in frustration and Sara could only help but giggle beneath him, watching amused as he fought to rid her of her clothing.

“You wear far too much clothes,” he muttered, throwing her cranberry colored top to the floor.

“Look at you,” she pointed out.

Nick hadn’t shed an article of clothing since they stumbled into the bedroom and onto the queen size and already made bed.

“I can fix that,” he stated as he pulled his shirt up by the hem at the bottom over his head until it decorated the ground next to Sara’s top.

“That’s much better,” she remarked, running her hands up from the waistband of his jeans over his chest where they paused so she could sink her nails into his flesh.

It was then that he realized, since his hands were skimming up and down her sides, occasionally feathering over the underside of her breasts, Sara wasn’t wearing a bra. It should have been a give away since her nipples were straining against the cotton of her tank top and Nick was one to take advantage of this fact. He bent his head down to her chest and closed his mouth over one of the peaks in her shirt. Sara immediately arched into him, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as she allowed Nick to wet her shirt with his tongue before he began to use his teeth to nip and bite.

Sara’s hand was at the base of his neck, trying desperately not to grip too hard at his hair, which she was about to yank out, when Nick switched to repeat the same treatment on her other breast.

“Just get rid of the shirt,” she pleaded, using two hands to try to tug the piece of clothing over her head.

Nick shook his head and stilled her hands by pinning them above her head so she couldn’t use them. Although he had been rushed and impatient a few minutes ago, Nick was beginning to realize that he wanted to have her panting and sobbing his name before he would take her. Having said that, it would undoubtedly take some time and a little bit of effort that Nick was willing to give.

“Lay still, Sar,” he murmured against the curve of her breast before nipping at with his teeth.

The reply was a groan and Nick couldn’t determine if it was out of frustration or out of lust since he decided to use only one hand to pin hers down and use the other to slide down the expanse of her torso to the apex of her thighs. He cupped his fingers before pressing two against the fabric of her jeans. He wasn’t expecting her to buck against his hand but when she did he wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to take it before he screwed her hard enough until neither of them could walk.

She couldn’t move her arms but that didn’t stop her from moving her hips. She grinded up against him and she loved how he was hard and pressing against her. It didn’t take long until he was arching in time with her until he was distracted enough to let go of her wrists. The moment she was free, Sara’s hands went straight for his belt, which that day had a rather large buckle with his home state on it as well as ‘Texas’ in cursive below it. She unbuckled it and then desperately pulled at it until it was finally out of the loops of his jeans.

“Easy, girl,” he chuckled, grabbing her hands and entwining his fingers with hers.

She almost sighed when they were once again beside her head. She loved his strength but sometimes it was just plain annoying.

“Fuck, Nick,” Sara cursed, exasperated.

He smirked and then chided, “You’ve got a dirty mouth, there darlin’.”

“Oh, I’ll show you dirty,” she stated.

She tried to wriggle free and out of his grasp but so far she was unsuccessful. His gentle laughter above her just made her try harder. And to think, he wasn’t even trying. Finally, Sara stopped squirming and moving underneath him but he still had a satisfied grin plastered across his face.

“Feel proud that you can easily take a girl who’s half your size.”

“Fine. I’ll give you a handicap.”

“I don’t want one,” she pouted.

There was a silence between them where they both were motionless and wordless until the sound of Sara’s voice broke the pause with a question.

“What is it?”

“I thought you didn’t want one.”

“I’m curious,” she replied simply.

“Does it matter?”

“All right. It doesn’t.”

Nick let go of her and got off the bed. She was utterly confused until she realized that he was walking towards the box of forsaken condoms, not towards the door. Rolling onto her side, Sara watched him and out of the corner of her eye she noticed her field kit on the floor next to her nightstand. Letting out a small and rather smug chuckle, Sara grabbed something out of the side pocket before quieting slipping off the bed. Nick had his back to her so it was easy for her to slip what she had in her hand into her back pocket without him noticing.

He jumped a little after he turned and saw that Sara was only standing a few feet away from him, not in bed where he had left her.

Slowly, she moved to him and he was still a little surprised, both by her sudden presence and the unadulterated look of lust that was in her eyes, so when she snatched the condoms from his hand and threw them onto the couch beside them, it took him a minute to register what exactly was going on.

“Sar, what are you…”

His voice trailed off when she began to gently push him backwards as she continued to stare into his eyes, hoping that the desire in them would distract him. It appeared to be working. It was surprising for him to find his back suddenly against the wall. He hadn’t realized that there was an open space for someone in the kitchen to look out into the rest of the apartment and apparently there was a sink directly behind him. He hadn’t noticed that Sara was easing his hand back, sliding it against the smooth surface of the countertop or that she had placed something next to the faucet. Something cool, something hard, and something that was biting into the flesh of his wrist before it clanked when it hit metal.

Quickly, Nick snapped out of his reverie and saw that his hand was handcuffed to the faucet and that there was definitely no way of escaping it. He whipped his head to side to look back at the laughing woman in front of him who looked more arrogant than any one he had ever seen before.

“There’s my handicap,” she smirked, pushing her body up against his.

“Sar, tell me you have a key.”

“Yeah…” she paused and then added, “Somewhere.”

“Sara,” he groaned.

“Shh, Nicky,” she whispered, pressing her finger to his lips. She yelped when he bit at the tip of her finger.

“Sar, un-cuff me.”

She feigned that she was thinking and then shook her head, smiling like the little vixen that she was. “I don’t think so. I think I like having you like this, where I can do whatever I want with you and you have little say in the matter.”

“You can have that all still if you let me go.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Sar – ”

“Nick, be quiet.”

And he did after Sara pulled the hem of her shirt over her head, letting it drop quietly to the ground beside them. His mouth was slack and his mind was too busy processing the image of Sara half naked in front of him to protest above his current situation. He supposed that it wasn’t that bad after all. He could get along fine with her naked even if it meant that he had to be handcuffed to a faucet.

Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her tightly up against his body and then latched his lips to the side of her neck where her shoulder met her throat. He sucked gently on the spot, tasting her with his tongue for a moment before tugging at the skin with his teeth. She arched back, allowing him better access to her chest and he gladly obliged.

It was awkward to have his one hand bent back but he found a solution in turning Sara around so that she was facing away from him, her torso pressing into the edge of the counter while his body was flush behind her. His arm straight out and handcuffed to the sink caged her but the other was engaged at that moment with caressing down from her chest to the front of her pants. Sara’s knees almost buckled when she felt his hand slip inside her jeans, under the barrier of her underwear while his breaths came out hot and slightly more ragged across her neck, tickling her skin. Two fingers dipped inside of her and they slid in with an unpracticed ease.

“Un-cuff me,” he murmured against her ear.

Sara shivered and shook her head ‘no.’ However, she knew that she would eventually have to pull away from him, whether it was to get the condoms or to get the keys. Besides, they were in a rather awkward placement for sex or at least it was a rather awkward placement for what Sara had in her mind as their first time, (A/N: Obviously, they have to have it in Hank’s bed. I mean, come on) as virginal as it sounded.

Another minute of Nick working her with his fingers and she was sure that her plans of sex in the bedroom would be shot. So she pulled away and practically ran to the bedroom, her pants unzipped and open, to where her field kit was. She came back a second later after snatching up the not forgotten box of condoms on the couch and the keys in her other hand. She unlocked the handcuffs, leaving them on the counter next to the sink allow with the key.

Hooking her finger into one of the belt lops on the front of his jeans, Sara began to lead him back to the bedroom where they could finish what they started.

Nick couldn’t remember who had stripped him of his pants or who had opened the box that was now on the floor along with all of their clothes but at that particular moment, his body hovering above Sara’s and begging for him to replace his fingers with what was pressing against her thigh, Nick didn’t care what happened as long as he got Sara. Her flesh was hot and wet for him as he drove into her again and again, almost giving her what she had implored for but not quite. His thumb worked the bundle of nerves while his teeth tugged on the lobe of her ear.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she arched up into him, inviting him to take her right then and there. His eyes were searching hers for anything akin to hesitation, regret, and fear but he got nothing but desire and pure unbridled lust. He’d wanted her for years and he was finally going to get what was rightfully his in his mind.

Words of encouragement spilled out from her lips as he switched his attention his to the her breast while his hand found the forsaken one. She grinded hard on him and he had to pause his actions, nestling his head in between her breasts, his pants caressing her flushed skin.

He thrust against her and she cried out suddenly, cheeks glowing and her eyes squeezed tight. There was a primal side of him that was beginning to surface. The teasing of the roll of her hips didn’t help nor did the feeling of her breasts pressed firmly against his bare chest.

The woman beneath him snatched the little square from his grasp just after he had picked up the condom one of them had placed on the bed. He watched as Sara ripped open the package with her teeth before rolling the condom on him. Her hand gripped the base of him and he groaned as she guided him inside of her. His groan filled the air when he eased inside of her and God, it was like coming home. It took two times for him to finally fill her to the hilt and he stayed still for just a moment, relishing in her warm, damp skin wrapped around him like a glove. They fit perfectly together and it was then that Nick never wanted this to end.

But Sara couldn’t handle his slow pace. Her hips thrust up against him, urging him to pick up the speed. He hissed lightly at how sharp she had moved and then mimicked her thrust. It was well appreciated and he noticed this as he continued, bringing things to a faster, harder, deeper speed.

An innocent moan slipped past her full, ruby red lips when he entered inside of her again once he had completely pulled out, taking her hard and fast, not even thinking of sparing her his lust and hunger. Sara’s arms had wrapped around Nick’s neck before her fingers slipped up and into his damp hair.

His body slammed into her and she swore that Nick was going to have his way about her not being able to walk when they were through. Her nails were biting into his shoulder blades and when one of his thrusts was a little rougher and unexpected, her nails scratched down the muscles of his back. Nick winced but loved the feeling of it. He hoped that no one would notice in the locker room the next day of work or else he would definitely have some explaining to do.

The pace faltered a moment later as the tension in his body started to reach its breaking point. He was panting into the side of her neck while she gripped at his body, meeting his thrusts with her hips each time. It took only two more thrusts for him to feel her inner muscles flexing tightly around him, and one more for her to cry out on her climax. She let out a long moan and tensed around him again. Nick couldn’t take it any more. He reared his body forward once more in a hard, final thrust and emptied himself deep within her.

The word that formed on his lips sounded awfully like her name but she couldn’t tell the difference at this point. Her body was tingling all over and positively burning with sensation. The deadweight of the man on top of her constricted her breathing but she didn’t mind at all. A moment later, he rolled onto his back after slipping carefully out of her. He saw her wince although he had been gentle. He brushed his lips against her forehead, smoothing out her hair with his hand. It was his own apology for taking her rather callously.

On his back with Sara curled up against his side, Nick immediately fell at ease and finally regained control over his breathing pattern. He was stroking her hair affectionately and running his fingertips leisurely up and down her back, sending shivers every once and a while, down her spine.

Her breaths danced across his chest while her leg had slipped high up in between his. Her hand rested on his bicep, loving the feeling of his strength beneath it.

The fact that he never wanted to leave this position slightly startled him. Nick knew that one time with Sara would not be enough and he wondered if Sara felt the same way. But he didn’t want to say anything just yet, didn’t want to ruin the comfortable silence between them. Later he would ask her about where all of this would be going, whether or not it would turn into a relationship. There were so many things running through his mind that he could not help, one of the main ones was what was she thinking right then, lying beside him?

Sara wasn’t thinking of much besides the instant replay coursing through her mind. She was savoring the sensation of his lips on her body, on her mouth, him deep inside of her, and his husky voice telling her how much he wanted her. Thoughts of what would happen next didn’t concern her. Her entire being was still enjoying the state of prolonged euphoria and nothing could possibly hinder it. There was also nothing that could have made her happier at that moment. What more could a woman want than to have just slept with one sexy Texan named Nick Stokes?

Her thoughts soon turned sour when she realized that she nearly cried out his name before she came. It was perfectly understandable, given the circumstance but she told herself that she would not say his name. The last time Hank had made love to her, she had imagined that it was Nick and with those images running through her mind, she almost screamed his name. She knew that if she said it once, screamed it loud enough for the neighbors to hear, she would become addicted to how it sounded tumbling off her lips. Sara prayed that Nick would never cry out her name, afraid that he would make things worse for her.

She sighed and rested her head against his chest next to where her hand had settled. He was still running his fingers through her hair and when she looked up to see the sated look on his face, she almost felt like kissing him. Something she hadn’t done once that night.