Say My Name

Disclaimer: Not mine. "Sway" - Pussycat Dolls


Chapter Fifteen: Sway

Sara let out a deep breath, her hands resting on her hips as she surveyed the room that was looking barer by the minute between her belongings folded neatly in duffle bags that were hers and Nick’s. They had already loaded her furniture into the back of Nick’s truck an hour ago and now they were simply getting all the little things taken care of. Like whether or not Sara wanted to set all of Hank’s things on fire with diesel or her nail polish remover. The choice was pretty difficult; both having their ups and downs. The decision was weighing on her mind and had been for the past five minutes. She was ready to consult Nick on the subject when he walked in holding her favorite lamp in his hands.

“Just put it with the stereo,” she said before he asked, nodding to the pile in the far right corner of the room.

“What’s running through your mind, there? You were thinking pretty hard about something,” Nick asked casually, bending over to set the lamp down on the floor next to her radio and stereo.

“Which accelerant I’m going to use: diesel or my nail polish remover,” she stated pensively, folding her sweater and placing it nicely in the black bag.

Nick would have laughed but he knew that she was being serious. “You want my professional opinion?”

“Don’t I always?” she smiled sardonically.

“Well, diesel is harder to detect but mind you, acetone is water soluble so it’ll get washed away the fire department arrives. Tough choice.”

“You’re no help.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned.

They had already agreed, around the time after Hank stormed out of his own apartment, no doubt to find Natalie, that Sara would stay with Nick until she could either get her apartment back or find a new place to live.

It was times like this that Sara was thankful that she had someone like Nick in her life. Granted, she wouldn’t have been in the sticky situation she was in if Nick hadn’t been in the picture. Hank would still be off every other night with Natalie, doing who knows what, and Sara would be blissfully naïve, letting her work consume her life just so she could forget about the nights that Hank came home smelling like another woman’s perfume.

Sara was folding her last article of clothing, looking down at the empty drawer beside her with a little more malice than a drawer usually received. She closed it soundly and made sure that she hadn’t forgotten anything on top of the dresser or in it. The last thing she wanted was to leave something behind and have to come get it.

“So what are you going to do with Natasha?” Sara asked, trying to be as casual and cool about it as she could.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Her eyes flashed up and Nick could practically feel them burning a hole through his skull so he turned to face her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m obviously not going to stay with her,” Nick paused as he saw Sara let out a sound of relief. “I just don’t know what I’m going to say.”

That one, Sara didn’t really have an answer for so she shrugged it off as she zipped up the last bag of her belongings.

“Is that everything?”

She did another quick once over of the bedroom and nodded distantly. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“Sar, are you cool with this?” Nick questioned, moving to her. He gently placed his hands on her upper arms and gazed into her eyes.

“Nicky, he’s kicking me out. I have no choice.”

“No, I mean with this,” he replied, gesturing between the two of them.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m making sure,” he smiled, pulling her into his arms for a deep kiss that left her light-headed and weak in the knees.

They took her bags out to Nick’s vehicle, slamming the trunk door down for the last time. Nick was leaning against it casually, watching Sara mirror his movements in the darkness of the night that enveloped them. He tucked a chestnut strand of hair behind her ear and saw how she lightly bit own on her lip.

“What do you say we get home, huh?” he murmured, his hand resting on her neck.

“Sounds good.”

Neither of them made any move to leave so Nick guided her to him by the back of her neck. She complied without protesting and melted against him when he caught her lips with his, refusing to spare her the lust that he had for her and how much he wanted her.

She pulled away, her eyes dancing with hunger as she gazed into his honey chestnut eyes.

“Yeah, we should really get going,” she said hurriedly, causing Nick to laugh.

“Why’re you in such a hurry?” he called after.

Sara was already half way to Hank’s front door. “Why do you think, cowboy?” she called over her shoulder.

Nick chuckled to himself while he unlocked his truck and got in the driver’s side. He waited until Sara had locked the front door and was striding quickly to his side of the truck.

“You remember where I live or are ya just going to follow me?” he questioned, leaning out the window.

“I remember,” she said smiling, standing up on her tiptoes to give his cheek a kiss.

Getting into her own vehicle as Nick pulled out of the parking stall with his, she just sat still for a moment, her hands hanging loosely onto the steering wheel with her head in between them. Her mind was running through the past few days, wondering how everything had gotten so crazy and complicated. She was used to complexity but the answer was always simple, always straightforward, and scientific. That she could handle, manipulate, and fathom. Love and lust mixed with people’s emotions and personalities? Those were different matters of which Sara was not accustomed to dealing with. In fact, she preferred not to deal with people when it came to her job and sometimes life in general.

But Sara had strong feelings for Nick and had for a long time. She wasn’t going to throw everything away because she didn’t do relationships very well. Nick knew what he was getting into, Sara told herself, as soon as they started all of this. However, Sara was slowly realizing that their relationship wasn’t like it had started out. Now, they were potentially a couple with rules to follow. Sra sighed and banged her head against the steering wheel.

The drive to Nick’s apartment didn’t take long. When she arrived, Nick was busy taking her things inside and he was nearly finished too. Sara watched him as she slowed down. This would be the second time she had to move in just over a month. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to put everything inside, settle in, just for something not to work and have her go through all of this again. However, Sara didn’t think her and Nick were headed for a breakup but something much better than that.

Stepping out of the car and locking it by pressing the button on her key chain, Sara smiled at Nick when he turned to look at her, not even struggling to lift up two of her heavy duffle bags filled with clothes.

“You know, I never realized that you had so many clothes.”

“Neither did I until I packed them all,” she laughed, grabbing one and a smaller bag to bring inside.

They dropped them at the foot of Nick’s bed. Sara had laughed when she saw all of her furniture cluttering up his family room and her bags were piled at the end of his bed.

“Is that everything?” he asked her, flopping down onto his queen size bed. “Because I don’t care if it isn’t. I’m done for the night.”

“That’s everything,” she confirmed, pulling off her jacket and her shoes, leaving them next to her stuff.

“We just moved everything in four hours.”

“I think it was three and a half.”

“I’m too tired to argue,” he said, rubbing his hands over his face.

Smiling deviously at him through the darkness of the room, Sara softly walked to him until she was standing at the edge of the bed, in between his legs, which were hanging over the side.

“Are you too tired to do other things?” she asked quietly, playing with the hem of her shirt.

Nick raised his head to look at her. She showed nothing in her face but what she was doing with her hands caught his attention. Sitting up, he shook his head at her and reached out for her. His hands settled on her hips, beginning to pull her down until she was straddling his lap while he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t think I could ever be too tired for this,” he drawled out softly, leaning in to murmur the words against her lips.

His mouth captivated her immediately and how could she refuse being lured into a passionate, deep, and devastatingly slow but erotic kiss? His hands tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling the garment over her head. They had to break the kiss for a moment but as soon as the article hit the floor, his mouth was on hers once more. She was grasping the short hairs at the base of his neck with her one hand and desperately trying to get his shirt off of him with the other.

“Need some help?” he chuckled, removing his shirt in one fluid movement.

She shrugged and then dove at his neck. He wasn’t expecting her to start nipping at the side of his neck with her teeth, or feel her tongue tasting his flesh. Nick let out a throaty moan that practically melted Sara right then and there.

At first, she wanted to take it slow, to take her time reveling in his skin and feeling every inch of his body with her hands and kiss him with a leisure, unhurried pace but as soon as he had touched her, her plan was shot. She couldn’t help but want him as badly as did right then.

It appeared that Nick shared the same sentiments as her since he was already unzipping his pants and pulling the lower portion of her body further up his lap.

“You’ve gotta start wearin’ skirts, sugar,” he drawled out, his accent thick as he undid the front of her pants.

“I’ll remember that next time,” Sara answered, standing up so she could remove her pants.

Nick watched her with greedy eyes and decided she was taking too long to do it, so when she was finished he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her straight into his lap. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, Nick stood up and walked several paces forward until Sara was firmly pressed against the wall. She smirked at him as he stepped out of his jeans, holding her by her behind with both hands.

His hand found the front of her underwear and when he dipped his hand inside, her words stopped him.

“Just fuck me, Nick,” Sara said headily, resting her head back against the wall.

The boldness and bluntness of her words took him by surprise but he wouldn’t complain if she wanted to scrap foreplay completely and get straight to it. He nodded and carefully let her down onto her feet so he could go fetch his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. Nick’s attention was caught when he saw Sara drop her panties on the floor before her bra went next. His eyes finally found hers after he took a long moment to stare. Apparently, she meant business.

“Do you need some help, Nicky?” she purred, stepping closer to him.

Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxer briefs and before Nick knew it, he was as naked as the day he was born.

The condom was in his hand as Sara glided her hand slowly up his chest to the back of his neck. She crushed her lips to his while she stepped back towards the wall. The wrapper ripped with ease and Nick hoisted her up around his waist. Both of their breaths were coming out in pants and Nick rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching.

“Please,” she whispered softly, her voice slightly quivering.

There was so much lust coursing through her blood, screaming for Nick and to have him moving inside of her. He nearly had her begging for it and if she weren’t blinded by passion, she would have been disgusted with herself.

Nick wasn’t doing much better than she was. His heart was beating against his rib cage and he was sure to explode any second. Her simple requests, both true and vulnerable, were exactly what he wanted to hear. The feeling of her body heat wrapped around him as driving him crazy and he could smell the faint scent of the shampoo in her hair.

His hands were gripping the undersides of her thighs when he entered her in one quick thrust. She threw her head back and bit down on her lip so she wouldn’t cry out his name. Nick saw this and murmured in her ear, “Don’t hold back now.”

The pace he set wasn’t callous but it was very close. Her hips grinded with his every time he withdrew almost all the way before plunging back deep within. His teeth were tugging at the lobe of her ear before his mouth kissed down the side of her neck. Her nails were digging into his shoulders and when a thrust was a little harder than expected, her back connecting roughly with the wall she was pinned to, Sara cried out in pleasure, ranking her fingernails down his muscled back.

He groaned out her name and pressed his lips tightly to hers. One of his hands was supporting her weight by grasping her bottom firmly but his right hand was sneaking its way up her side to her bare breast, plucking not so gently at her nipple.

“Nicky,” she whispered against his ear.

He cupped her breast and softened the roll of his hips against hers to a slow, steady pace that started to drive them both crazy.

The wall was cool against the heat of her body, sending a shiver straight down and back up her spine. She was already missing the hard thrusts of Nick inside of her. The deliciously slow speed that he was moving with had her thrashing in his arms, trying to get him to move faster into her. He chuckled and cupped the side of her face with his hand, bringing her eyes to meet his.

“Oh,” she groaned, when he pulled almost all of the way out, paused for a split second, and then drove back into her hard.

“You want me to do that again?”

Sara nodded, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Hmm?”

“Please,” she begged.

Nick would give her anything she wanted at that point. She was his now and no one else. He didn’t have to share any more with some other guy, live a lie, or sneak around while constantly living with the fact of maybe getting caught. He wanted, needed, Sara to know that she was his and would always be.

“Say my name,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her mouth.

Sara’s eyes flickered down to his while she continued to meet his thrusts. She was so close to the edge and she knew that Nick was too.

“Say my name, Sara,” he repeated gently, nibbling along her jaw.

One more hard thrust and Sara’s world shattered before her eyes. She cried out his name for his neighbors to hear as she clamped her muscles down around him, hearing him groan as she did so. He prolonged her pleasure as well as his own, maintaining the movement of his pelvis until he was spent and she was whimpering.

“Nick,” she murmured, touching his face with her hand.

“Don’t ever forget it, sugar.”