Say My Name

Chapter Two: Hungry Like the Wolf

God, she would feel so good writing underneath him, Nick couldn’t help but think as he watched Sara laugh with Warrick during their break. He was only passing the break room, on his way to find Greg in hopes of running the DNA that was just found that could possibly prove an innocent man, guilty.

He was envious at that moment that he could not take his break. He had been working a solid twelve hours straight unlike the four that Warrick and Sara were doing. Their case was getting cold, only leading to dead ends, whereas Nick’s was hot, forcing him to work nonstop. He only wanted a mere five minutes with her so he could listen to her speak, watch her eyes dance with laughter and her smile light up her face.

It was at that moment that he stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the hallway and stared hard at the ground a few feet before. He had a girlfriend. Sara had a boyfriend. He was not allowed to think about Sara in a manner that was anything but friendly. He could have smacked himself in the face in hopes that it would rid thoughts of her creamy flesh beneath his hands, her legs wrapped around his waist, but nothing was going to sate or stop the desire that was beginning to pool in his loins. He swore ungracefully and took long strides to the lab room where Greg was sitting in his swivel chair, leaving back as far as it would comply.

“You’re going to break it, you know,” commented Nick, handing the lab tech the sealed envelope, who accepted it, staring up at him.

“I’m bored out of my mind, Nick, Cut me a little slack.”

“Why don’t you try to cure cancer or something in the meantime?”

“I might as well. You CSIs take forever,” Greg muttered, heading towards the island in the middle of the room.

“What was that Greggo?” Nick wondered, raising his eyebrow at the blonde.

“Nothing,” was the nonchalant reply.

“Page me as soon as you get the results.”

Nick was out the door and heading back to the break room, hoping that Sara was still there. Alone. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, he thought as he opened the glass door with one hand. The sight of Sara lying sprawled out on the comfortable couch, eyes closed and face relaxed with sleep, sent burning lust through his veins. He wanted her and hated himself for it.

When had everything changed, he wondered? Was it last night when he couldn’t get the image of her in that dress out of his head for the rest of the night? Or had it always been there, this feeling of yearning for one of closest friends, and it had been dormant until now?

Her chest was rising and falling slowly, her one arm above her head, the other hanging off the couch so her fingers were touching the floor, and her legs were spread wide, making Nick want to nestle himself in between them badly. She must have been dead tired if one minute ago he had seen her laughing and then the next she was dead asleep.

Nick wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to wake her. She looked so peaceful lying there but a large part of him wanted to wake her up in a way that she would never forget.

A moment later he heard the door open behind him and Catherine whispering for him to hurry up and meet her in the parking lot. Apparently, Sara was going to have to wait for him. He shoulder-checked that Catherine was gone, and she was, before he leaned over Sara’s sleeping frame and dropped a slow kiss on her cheek, savoring the smoothness of her skin beneath his lips.

Unbeknownst to Nick, Sara was awake the entire time, merely resting her eye. She felt the heat in his kiss despite the chastity of it. Her lips curved into a smile as she watched his retreated form through eyes at half mass. There was definitely something stirring between them.

Languidly, she stretched her arms high above her head and cracked her neck soundly. She had been told several times how bad it was for her and had been the one to tell several others the same thing. But the ease that was now running down her spine was worth the berating. It was too good to pass up. She had no intentions of moving as she settled back into the pleasant cushions.


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Surprise crossed his facial features as he pushed open the door and saw Sara slightly in the same position, as she had been when he left nearly two and a half hours ago. Nick quietly walked over to her sleeping form, now on her stomach. Her left hand laid slack on the floor and he fought the urge to twine his fingers with hers. Almost immediately, Nick noticed that her shirt had ridden up and was now showing a good four inches of her back. The pallid flesh was warm to the touch when he placed his large hand on the small of her back where all the bared skin was revealed.

A few incoherent words mumbled off of her lips, her voice heavily laced with sleep and hours of exhaustion finally wearing off.

“Sar?” he whispered rather loudly, brushing away the hair that had fallen in her face with his free hand.

She moaned and melted his insides with the innocent sound.

“Honey, wake up.”

“Nick…” she murmured, rolling on her back, his hand grazing her side as she rolled. The hand that had been on her back was now resting dangerously low on her stomach, even more skin revealed.

Absentmindedly, his tongue slipped out and licked his bottom lip as he stared down at her bellybutton, desperately wanting to flick his tongue inside. It was probably safer if he removed his hand altogether but that would be too hard, he mused, and besides, he was enjoying touching her so freely.

“Sar, come on. It’s time to get up.”

“Nicky… when did you…get in my bed?” she moaned, rolling onto her side now, facing him.

His fingertips tucked the rebellious strand of chestnut hair in her closed eyes behind her ear. He would have given anything to be in her bed with her at that moment. Hell, he would have settled for lying flush with her on the couch if it meant that he got to touch her more than he was now.

The curve of her hip was beneath his hand as he tried again the rouse her. His attempt at waking her with a little shake only earned him another moan that sent his thoughts straight into the gutter.

And he thought that he was hard to wake up, he found himself thinking a moment later when her breathing became deep and gradual.

It only took him five minutes to gather all of his stuff in his bag and then try to remember the combination to her locker to retrieve her belongings as well. Nick walked into the break room, noticing that she hadn’t moved an inch and slung both backpacks over his shoulder while he bent down and gathered the blissfully sleeping woman in his arms. Her head lolled to the side and rested on his solid chest. It was awkward trying to get out of the lab, suddenly thankful that all of the doors had to be pushed, not pulled.

Making it to her Denali in record time, Nick unlocked the side door ineptly and unsuccessfully tried to lie her down on the backseat. He stumbled, lost his footing, and landed straight on top of her, conveniently between her spread legs. He swallowed hard when she started to rouse, feeling the weight pressing her uncomfortably into seatbelts made of plastic and metal.

“Nick?” she murmured, her hands resting on his shoulders as he lifted his head from her chest to meet her eyes.

“I’m sorry –”

“How did you get in?”

“What?”

Then it clicked. She still thought that she was at home and apparently, she was completely unaware of her surroundings when she was half awake.

“Sar, we’re not –”

“Not that I’m objecting about you being in my bed, Nicky.”

She may have been nearly asleep but she knew how to create a teasing tone in her voice that made Nick want to take her in the backseat of the Denali, right then and there, hoping to show her that he wasn’t playing.

“Sar, like I was trying to say –”

“Hush. If you could just switch me positions so I can breathe again, that would be great, Nicky.”

Two things he noticed: she kept calling him Nicky and he liked it. He also was aware that she kept cutting him off before he could explain to her that they weren’t really in her bedroom but where in his truck in a very threatening state if anyone where to see them.

“Nicky –”

It was his turn to clip her sentence short. “Sar, be quiet for a second.”

“Don’t get harsh with me, Cowboy.”

“I’m not getting harsh with you.”

“You wanna get rough, Nicky?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Her eyes were slightly open as they had been since he ungracefully landed on her once sleeping body. Her hands that had been resting on his shoulders slid around to cling to the back of his neck. They guided him down to her lips, which he took gentle at first once the shock wore off. It turned from innocent and soft to something akin to hunger and greed, passion and fervor. By the time he pulled away from her tender lips, already missing the placid movement of her tongue against his, Sara was wide-awake and aroused beyond reason.

“Nick?”

“No Nicky?” he chuckled, realizing that at some point in time her legs had wrapped tightly around his hips and had settled in a way that revealed more of his anatomy than he cared to at that moment.

“What?”

He shook his head faintly and smiled down at her.

“Did we just do what I think we did?”

“Yeah, it’s called making out.”

He was generally surprised with himself that he was being completely nonchalant about the entire situation. After all, he was in the backseat of his truck, the door wide-open for anyone to peer in if they already hadn’t, with Sara Sidle beneath him after kissing hr senseless. And after all, he had just cheated on Natalie.

“Oh shit.”

“What?”

Suddenly his demeanor changed and he tensed. Sara could feel it. Her hand trailed up from his chest to cup his face, relishing in the feeling of stubble beneath the palm of her hand.

“Sara, we can’t do this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hank. Natalie.”

It took her a long moment to register what he had just said. The kiss had rendered her rather incapable of thought let alone coherent sentences. She was surprised her motor skills were even usable. Everything quickly fell into place and Sara was shoving Nick off of her. He fell on the floor before the seat and winced as he banged his head rather hard.

“Oh Nick, I’m sorry.”

She stretched down to touch him and lost her balance on the edge of the seat, leaning over too far. He moaned, half in pain and half in pleasure, when Sara fell on top of him, astride his lap.

“That’s one way to get my attention,” he mumbled, hands instinctively resting on her hips.

“We just cheated, Nick. I just cheated.”

“Yeah, and we both enjoyed it.”

“Nick, how… what are we…”

“How about we start with me driving you home, unless you would like to make some more use of the backseat?”

“Home sounds good,” she said softly, slipping off of him and climbing into the front seat, letting out a long breath.

Nick slammed the door shut and rounded the front of the truck, trying to rid of the hard-on that was devastatingly obvious. He sat down in the driver’s seat uncomfortably, wincing slightly at the tightness of his jeans and Sara stifled a chuckle.

“Hey, it’s not that funny.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s hilarious.”

“I hope in your next life that you’re a man.”

“Just so I know what it feels like to have an erection in tight jeans?”

“Among other things.”

“Like not being able to get rid of it?” she questioned as Nick pulled out of the parking lot.

“Yes but there’s a very effective way of getting rid of it.”

She didn’t even see it coming. “Yeah? How’s that?”

“Well, some women like to use their mouths, others their hands,” he grinned at her arrogantly while waiting at the red light.

She faced him with mouth agape and her eyes wide, preparing to slap him hard on the arm or possibly the face.

“Clearly, you prefer your mouth. You can close it a little, darling. You’re flattering me.”

That granted him a hard punch in the arm and he rubbed it affectionately, exaggerating his wince.

“Suck it up, Nicky.”

He flashed a grin at her and was about to say something more until she cut him off.

“Don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“I don’t know but I know it was something to do with your penis.”

He feigned shock but was a little astonished about her bluntness. “It wasn’t going to be about mine but now that you mention it.”

“You can handle your own.”

“Maybe so, but I would prefer you to.”

Another punch. “Natasha would dumb your horny ass right on the spot.”

He didn’t bother to correct her. “Natasha would do me a favor.”

“I thought it was Natalie,” she smirked.

“So you do know her name.”

“Oh, I know it.”

“Then why don’t you call her by it?”

“Because it doesn’t have the same ring as ‘evil-stick-whore-with-no-soul-and-no-ass.”

Nick gave a whole-hearted laugh and rounded the corner. “Where in the blue hell did you pull that from?”

“I’m creative, what can I say.”

“And she does too have an ass. Not as nice as yours, but it’s there.”

“You check out my ass.”

“Among other appendages,” he murmured, purposely flicking his eyes over to the milky cleavage.

“You would too.”

“I just appreciate, Sara. Ain’t anything wrong with that now is there? Besides, I’ve caught you looking at my butt a few times.”

“You wish.”

He pulled up outside of her place and put the truck in park before killing the engine.

“So what do we do now, Sar?”

She got what he was talking about immediately. “We’ll see, Nicky.”

There was a great urge in him to lean over and kiss her square on the lips but he thought better of it, offering her a sexy grin instead.

“Call me if you get lonely, darling.”

Sara’s eyes darkened, as her smile grew wider. “Tell Natasha I say ‘hi.’”