Hazy Nights

Title: Hazy Nights
Author: Dani Shafer
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI.
Pairing: Nick/Sara
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual situations)
Summary: The night passed in a haze, when Sara woke up she was naked, hung over and married.
AN: Thank you to Heather for the excellent beta job *claps hands*

AN2: The biggest thank you ever to everyone who gave me such wonderful feedback (I've tried to respond back to each one of you personally so you know who you are *winks* :) You girls really are too sweet. With out further ramblings from me.... I present to you the conclusion of Hazy Nights.


{Chapter 4}

"Niiiiick." Sara whined, drawing his name out slowly. "I really don't think us sleeping in the same bed is such a good idea. I can just sleep on the couch; it looked comfortable. Hell, I could sleep on the floor and be satisfied." She forced a fatigued laugh.

She chewed nervously on her lower lip, wondering what in the hell she had been thinking when they had decided that she would come back to his place after shift had ended. Oh that was right, she was half asleep and emotionally drained when she had agreed, thinking that it sounded like a wonderful idea. Her blood shot eyes drifted from the bed and then towards the ground, nervously avoiding Nick's gaze.

Sara had decided that they would wait until the next day to get the annulment, one more day of marriage hurting neither one of them. Whatever else that happened they would deal with as it came up. They were both exhausted from the previous night, and wanted nothing more than to pass out until they were due back at work later on that evening. Sara's car was still parked out side of her apartment, and Nick offered to let her crash at his place since it was closest, neither one of them having much in mind besides sleeping.

Nick was on the verge of slumber as they both climbed into the Tahoe, his heavy eyes batting shut every couple of seconds as he drove well below the legal speed limit. Sara's head kept nodding in and out as the soft lull of pavement moving under the wheels made her eyelids droop, her breathing getting shallower with each breath until she would drift off. It was only when they would hit a small bump that her head would jerk up and her eyes would snap open as she struggled to stay awake for Nick's sake.

They had managed to get to Nick's in one piece, Sara cursing as she thumped her head against the hard glass of the window as he made a sharp turn into his parking spot. She rubbed the slight bump on her head as they wordlessly wandered into his apartment, feet dragging the whole way. Nick's firm hand grasped hers as she started to teeter in the middle of his living room, her eyes roaming appreciatively over the small leather couch. He shook his head, pulling her listless body towards the bedroom. He quickly sorted through his drawers, pulling out one of his favorite shirts for her to wear.

Nick flashed her a breath-taking smile, handing her the dark navy blue shirt. She looked so adorable, biting the lip he longed to take between his teeth, her hands nervously smoothing out the wrinkles on her skirt.

"Aw..." he pouted pitifully, "Mrs. Stokes don't tell me your nervous. Its not like were aren't already married. Besides, no wife of mine will be sleeping on that tiny couch, its too small for you. You'll get a kink in your neck, trust me."

Sara suppressed a chuckled at the little lip that was pushed out, his dark eyes batting at her. She crossed her arms over her chest, his shirt hanging from her fingers as she tried her best to feign anger. "I thought I told you not to call me that." She would never admit it out loud, but hearing him call her that made a secret thrill run up her spine.

She stood there looking at him, toe tapping on the floor. He could only grin as he grasped the bottom of shirshirt in his hands before pulling it up over his head, his hair getting slightly rumpled in the process. He turned serious all of a sudden, "If you're really that uncomfortable with us sleeping together, I'll go sleep on the couch and you can take my bed."

Her golden eyes were smoldering and riveted to the planes of his muscular chest, not really listening to anything that he was saying. She saw his lips moving, but his words were lost to the images of their hot and rough couplings as they came rushing into her head. The feel of his pebbled nipple in her mouth, the taste of his salty skin on her tongue, the shiver of desire she had felt as he quivered beneath her, her kisses moving from his chest down the hard ridges of his abdomen.

"Sara?" He spoke in amusement, watching as a red flush crept up from the modestly exposed skin of her chest and slithered up her neck to her cheeks. He quickly took off his watch, setting on the table beside the bed as he snapped on the light. A soft glow lit the dark room, the blinds closing out the bring morning sun. He checked the alarm clock, making sure as sas set for enough time to take her home before they had to be in the lab.

"Huh?" She said dumbly, mouth watering slightly as she shook her head.

He laughed loudly, feeling him self harden at the feel of her eyes devouring him. Her eyes looked up guilty, an embarrassed half smile plastered on her face. She knew she'd been caught staring at him.

She shook her head free of lustful thoughts, regaining her composure before she spoke with unsteady words, "It's fine Nick. You don't have to sleep on the couch. We are both tired and your bed is plenty big enough for the both of us." She started nibbling on her lip again, grasping the shirt she sudden realized she was still holding in her hand, "Could you please turn your back so I can change."

Nick gave her a sly wink, "Oh so we're modest now? Its not like I haven't seen you, tasted you... felt you." He let his words draw out slowly, his accent suddenly becoming much more pronounced as it took on a more husky tone.

Sara rolled her eyes, "Niiiiick! I'm serious."

He chuckled at her glare, "So am I." He threw his hands in the air as he turned his back to her, "Fine, have it your way." He mumbled softly under his breath so she couldn't hear him, "you sure weren't shy last night..."

Sara turned around with a smile on her face, "I can hear you, you know." He only smiled, closing his eyes as he pictured her taking off her clothes in the middle of his bedroom.

She pulled the slinkyerial ofl of her shirt over her head, tossing it ungracefully to the floor as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She spared a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure Nick wasn't peeping as she pulled it from her body. She winced a little loudly at the bright red scratches that lined Nick's corded back. His tanned flesh was seemingly flawless, well except for the claw marks that stood out strikingly against his skin.

She quickly pulled his over sized shirt over her head, smiling as his scent wrapped its self around her body. "Um... Sorry about your back... I didn't realize..." She said softly, untying her skirt and stepping out of it as she kicked off her shoes.

Nick turned around, flashing her a cocky grin, his eyes roaming her body to look her up and down. He paused for a moment, struck by the beauty before him. Her legs seemed to be a mile long, lean and toned. The old college football shirt he had given her to wear fell high on her thighs, barely concealing the soft swell of her ass. Her firm breasts were loose against the cotton fabric, her nipples starting to strain under his gaze. He shook his head, sensing her blush at being so thoroughly inspected by him. He figured it was only fair.

"Don't worry about it, besides I'm not entirely sorry. You're pretty hot when in the throes of passion." He gave her a small smile of utter truthfulness. He quickly undid his belt, unashamed as he pulled down his slacks and took off his shoes all in a couple of seconds. He was left standing in front of her in only his boxer shorts.

Sara's mouth gapped open at his words, at the site of him in the dimly lit room of his bedroom. She was far too tired to think about the seriousness of his words, to even contemplate the arousal that was trembling through her body. She wanted to sleep and not wake up for several hours.

He found himself laughing once more, "Come on Mrs. Stokes, let’s get you to bed." He grabbed her hand in his, hers feeling so much smaller compared to his. He pulled thek fak fabric of the covers to the side, gesturing for her to crawl in.

She did so hesitantly, not quite able to meet his eyes just yet. She snuggled into the mattress, her back sighing in pleasure at the soft feel against her body. Her freshly shaven legs moved sensually over the silk of his sheets as he tucked the blankets around her. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her ford, hd, his lips lingering longer than necessary before moving to the other side of the bed.

He crawled in beside her, both shifting their bodies to the side so that they were facing one another, a good couple of inches separating them. They flashed each other tired smiles, Sara the first to speak, "’Night Nicky."

She yawned, her mouth stretching wide as her eyes slipped shut. Nick batted his eyes lazily, the pull of sleep already making his brain fuzzy. "’Night Sar. Love you." He drawled slowly, his own eyes slipping shut. His last thoughts before he went to bed were that she looked perfect in his clothesrfecrfect in his bed. The sight of her right before he slept lingered in his mind, a small thrill passing through him at the thought that she would be the first thing he saw when he woke up. This was what he wanted.

Sara was already asleep by the time he spoke, and Nick was too tired to even register what he had said. They fell into a comfortable silence, only the sounds of their soft breathing filling the room as thoughts of each other crept into their unconsciousness.

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At some point in the middle of the night (ay, ay, as was their sleeping patterns), their bodies has shifted. Sara's back was now pressed flush against Nick's chest, their bodies sealed together as their legs tangled together under the sheets. The nightshirt that she had worn to bed had ridden up past her hips. Nick's hand possessively cupping her bare breast under the shirt, his other hand was resting over her flat abdomen, holding her as close as possible.

The swell of her ass was pressed erotically against his hardening shaft, his head buried against her neck as he spooned her tightly to him. He pressed soft kisses along the silky skin of her shoulders and neck, his hand beginning to caress the supple flesh of her breast. Sara moaned in her sleep, her ass wiggling enticingly against the prominent erection digging into the cleft of her behind. Nick opened his drowsy eyes slowly, the feel of her body arching into him making him wake. His hips thrust of their own accord against her body, his hand tightening around the delicate flesh of her hip as he moaned against her skin.

His kisses upon her neck became more passionate, his blunt teeth marking her flesh accidentally. Sara's body was tingling, her erotic dreams making her head spin. It had never felt his real before. She shifted against him, moving her hand over his. His hand stopped caressing her flesh as he felt her hand cover his through the thin layer of cotton of the shirt. He moaned once more against the shell of her ear, still groggy from sleep as he felt her push his hand down her chest and stomach, her legs spreading slightly in a sleep laced invitation.

His other hand moved to caress her hip, his touch light as a feather as he carefully slipped his hand down the front of her red lace panties. He could feel her body melt beneath his, her torso shifting slightly to the side in her sleep as her heart started beating wildly against his body. He closed his own eyes, still in a lull between sleep and reality, the feel of her blood pulsing beneath his touch making his shaft ache in need. His fingers parted through the downy auburn curls that covered her center, her loins already slick with arousal. Her lips parted as she panted softly, eyes still closed, her mind still lost in a wonderful dream. Her ass was steadily moving against his erection, her body writhing against his.

As Nick began to fully wake, he wondered if he should stop, wondered if Sara even knew what she was doing. His body was on fire; his lips attached to her throat as he let the taste of her skin melt in his mouth. He sucked harder, desperate to taste all of her. She was so soft, her body like fine silk and her skin like candy. His fingers moved lower to dip into the well of moisture that he found at her core, her hard nub swollen with need. He rubbed her gently, his other hand dipping under the shirt to caress the hard peaks of hipplipples. He pulled his mouth away from her neck with a smile, the haze of sleep edging away as he watched the pleasure on her face.

He slid a finger slowly inside of her, her depths gripping the digit as he curved it around towards her g-spot. She let out an audible moan, his name falling softly from her lipitheither she was awake, or she was dreaming about him. He thrust his pelvis against the cleft of hes, hs, his erection straining a tent through the cotton of his boxer shorts. He moved his lips up her jaw, to the side of her face, planting soft kisses along her heated skin. His lips covered hers, kissing her softly as she began to respond to him. Her tongue slowly swept across his bottom lip, her hips arching into his palm as he easily slid another finger inside of her, drawing a slow steady rhythm with his hand.

Sara felt her body leisurely wake frhe bhe blissful dream that was engulfing her entire body, her stomach clenching in arousal as pleasure began to overwhelm her. She woke slowly, the feel of Nick's mouth over hers, the feel of his hot tongue nudging hers playfully. He knew the minute she woke fullypricprick of guilt making his hand slow. He pulled away from the kiss, nibbling softly on her lower lip. He looked deep into her lust-clouded eyes as they blinked open, his own dark with passion. She struggled to wake up, her eyes clouded in confusion and desire. Was she still dreaming?

His fingers were still buried deep with her, his thumb slowly circling her clit. "Sara, tell me to stop." He whispered into the darkness of the room, his body possessed with something he couldn't control.

Sara took several deep breaths, struggling to control her erratic breaths. The feel of his hand moving painfully slow around her engorged flesh making her mind mush and her body quiver against his. She knew this was wrong. They had made this mistake once before, but it was different this time; they were both sober and fully aware of what was between them. Okay, so she was only semi aware of what was going on.

Nick planted slow butterfly kisses around her mouth, moving towards her neck as he began to devour her neck sho shoulders once more, his fingers starting to thrust into her. She hadn't told him to stop, he only needed to hear one protest from her lips and he would pull away from her. The hand that had temporally stilled on her breast came to life, his nimble fingers lightly pinching her nipplto pto peaks. Sara gasped, her hips thrusting off of the bed as she felt a jolt of pleasure run straight through her gut. She wanted to say no, to tell him to stop, that this wasn't right. They were friends, best friends. But truthfully she didn't want to stop; she didn't want him to ever stop.

"God your so beautiful sweetheart, so soft. Please tell me stop..." He moaned against her neck, moving his body on top of hers.

He quickly moved his hand from under the shirt she wore, pushing it up her chest so he could see her mounds. Sara opened her mouth to tell him, to tell him never to stop when she felt his mouth slip over the painful nub of her nipple.

"God yes N.." .." She cried out, a third finger slamming inside of her.

She was panting, her long nails tracing over the wounds she had given him the night before as her body rocked against his. Now she remembered, all to well, what he had done to make her loose control. His tongue swirled around her areola, his fingers gently cupping the other breast in his hands. She was thanking god at that moment for his multi tasking skills.

She could feel her climax washing over her body like a tidale, he, her breath sticking in her throat as she tensed her muscles. Nick bit at her skin, not hard enough to break the delicate flesh, but hard enough to leave another mark.

She screamed out, her body crashing against the shore as stars exploded behind her eyes. Nick's eyes fell shut at the feeling of her walls milking around his fingers, the moisture of her orgasm spreading over his fingers and leaking down her thighs. He withdrew his hand from her panties, hiuth uth laving wet open-mouthed kisses down her flat stomach as he went. His tongue dipped inside of her navel, pausing to pay worship to every inch of her body. Sara was still trying to catch her breath, her hands clutching at the blankets as she floated down from her high. She felt him settle between her thighs, his strong hands picking up one long leg as he stroked her calf with his tongue. Her eyes fell shut, her teeth digging into lip lip as Nick began bathing her with his mouth.

His kissed all the way up one leg, before moving to the other and doing the same. The taste of her was intoxicating, the smell of her making his balls clench in release. The younger, less experienced Nicolas Stokes would have come right then, his lips moving up towards the crux of her existence where he could taste her orgasm on her thighs. His hands pulled on the sides of her flimsy panties, pulling them down her legs as he removed them completely.

He spread her legs wide, licking his lips at her engorged sex. Her nether lips were tinged purple with arousal, a faint sheen of moisture making her skin glisten in the faint remnants of day that leaked into the room. Sara wanted to protest, wanted to feel him inside of her instead, but she couldn't find her voice. She tired to close her legs, suddenly embarrassed that he was looking at her so intimately. He seemed to sense her hesitancy, chuck aga against her leg as he left small marks in his wake up her thighs. The deep vibration of his voice made her legs shake, her eyes straining almost painfully shut.

She felt exposed, naked in the barest sense of the word. This was something that she had never really found pleasure in. She found it dirty, the past lovers she had had not into it either. One had tried, but after a few minutes of awkward fumbling she had waved him up. She had never cared, had never placeock ock in the locker room talk that had surrounded her in the college dorm rooms. But at that moment, the feel of his breath against her moist center, the feel of his hands spreading her legs even further was making her body jerk in anticipation. She could feel her phantom climax on the brink of her grasp, just the idea of his dark head buried between her legs making her nipples tighten even further.

"Relax..." He whispered, his eyes now black with his desire. She was the moagniagnificent creature he had even encountered, perfection personified. He wanted her, needed her, felt as if he was going to die if he didn't make love to her.

His tongue slowly lapped out, tracing a straight line through her folds as he let her essence roll onto his tongue. He moaned at the ambrosia of her musky tang, his hands bruising her hips as he did it again and again. He couldn't get enough of her, her loud moans only egging him on further. He wanted to please her, to feel her climax around him.
IIIIIIIICK! Oh God yes..." Sara screamed, her voice husky and raw. Her head tossed to the side, hips undulating against his face, her fingers buried in his soft hair as she felt her reservations and self-control fly out of the window.

She felt as he stiffened his jaw wide open, moving to take her sex into his mouth, pressing his tongue deep within her. He consumed her entirely, leaving no crevasse unexplored. He nibbled against her clit, his tongue swirling the bud in his mouth until he felt her shake and pulse beneath him. All that mattered to him was the goddess before him, the feel and taste of her as she climaxed roughly into his mouth.

She couldn't breathe, think, speak, or scream in that instant. He held her struggling hips against the bed, his fingers leaving marks against her pale skin as he rode out the torrent of emotions and ecstasy with in her, gently lapping up the copious juices as they spilled from her womb. She blinked towards the ceiling, too stunned to even speak. Nick moved up her body, licking his lips as he settled between her limp legs. He wiped his mouth, before he kissed her squarely on the lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste how wonderful she was.

Sara moaned into the kiss, the idea of tasting herself strangely erotic to her. She felt the steel of his arousal dipping against her mound, his shaft harder than glass. She rubbed her hips against him, smiling at his moan of approval. For once in her life she was sure about one thing. She wanted him, and wanted him now.

She rolled them over in one swift motion, her long legs tangling with his as she pushed him back against the bed. She quickly pulled the large shirt from bod body, the purpling marks surrounding her nipple standing out against her skin as he gazed at the twin globes of her breasts. She had a few light marks on her neck, one darker one standing out on the curve of her shoulder where it met her neck. He knew she was going to kill him for it, but somehow he couldn't find it in himself to care, he liked seeing his memento on her body. His mouth watered at the site of her coral buds, still moist from his earlier ministrations, wanting to feel them in his mouth once more. Before he could move to do just that, she pinned his wrists above his head with her hands. He tired to sit up; to capture her taunting lips as she hovered above him only to have her push him back down.

She smiled a fully toothy smile, "Nah ah."

He grinned at her, the lines around his mouth curving into a wicked grin. He closed his eyes inadvertently as she began a slow assaulting rhythm, grinding her weeping sex over his covered erection. He could feel the heat of her skin dulled through the bothersome layer of clothes. He growled playful as she kept the pressure light, content to make him squirm beneath her. He found him self-hardening even further, if it were possible, at her aggressive behavior.

She winked at him, releasing his hands and moving swiftly down his body to pull his shorts down his slender hips. He helped by kicking them the rest of the way off, his hands settling on her thighs he she straddled his member.

"Come 'ere." He whispered huskily, wanting to feel her lips against his, to feel her tongue thrashing in his mouth as he entered her.

She leaned her body against him, her breasts scraping over his hard chest. Her teeth pulled on his lower lip before she settled her mouth around it. She sucked softly, moving her pelvis in slow circles. She couldn't help the surge of power she felt in her veins as he whimpered. She stopped teasing, pushing her tongue into his mouth as they began rocking against one another. With each thrust his shaft passed through her folds to coat his member. He kissed her hard, his hands moving up to her face to hold her head to the side as he poured his heart into her. She raised her hips, his straining erection standing at full attention as she lowered her self down.

She stopped suddenly, just the thick tip of his mushroom head resting between her swollen lips. He looked at her with a pain look on his face.

"Condom?" She asked. Yes, they had already had unprotected sex god only knew how many times, but she didn't need to add any more fuel to the fire that was her biological clock.

Nick nodded, his hand blindly moving to the table to his side. He pulled open the wood drawer, his hand fumbling around the contents before he took out a silver foil package. He handed it to her with a smile.

She ripped open the package with her teeth, throwing the wrapper to grouground as she slid the slippery latex over his member, stroking him as she rolled it down to his base. He groaned, the feel of her hand on him making his hips jerk up to meet her touch. She settled her self over him once more, slowly impaling her self, inch by slow inch.

They both gasped at the feeling of him stretching her walls, at the feeling of completeness they both felt. She raised her body off of his, looking deep into his eyes as she rode him slowly at first, her strong thighs flexing as she lifted her self up and down over and over again. She threw her head back, one hand moving to cup her heavy breast as she began to loose her self in a quick flash of movement, riding him harder and faster with each pass of her hips.

"God you're amazing..." He croaked out, her muscles squeezing him tighter than a vice. He could barely breath with the intensity of pleasure he was feeling. "Now I know why I married you." He couldn't help but smirk as she eyed him in annoyance.

"Shut up Nick." She ground out, eyes still closed.

She rode him harder, determined to make him forget how to speak. Nick was struggling to hold onto his dignity, the of of Sara Stokes, his wife, playing with breabreasts, riding him hard and fast into oblivion was a little too much for him to take. He quickly stilled her hips with his hands, flashing her an apologetic smile. He flipped them effortlessly, Sara bouncing on the bed as he pushed into her from a new angle, never missing a beat. They remained joined, Sara wrapping her legs around his waist as he began pumping into her with earnest. Each thrust wardearder than the one before, his balls slapping against her ass with each stroke. He lost him self in her eyes, his climax adverted for a moment as he looked into her soul.

He saw so much love, so much emotion that he felt his body slow to a small drum of movement. He leaned into her, his hands moving up her ribs to her arms. He traced the delicate flesh beneath his fingers, moving up her arms to lace his fingers with hers. He kissed her swollen and well-kissed lips softly, his eyes remaining locked with hers as they began a whole new game.

This wasn't the hard and fast fucking they had done the previous night or even just a few minutes ago. They had both been way too drunk to appreciate the true concept of the bliss and beauty that they had created together. He wanted to savor this, to savor her. Sara could feel the tears in her eyes spring into life, the love he was giving to her like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt the metal of their wedding bands scrap against one another as he moved slowly and delicately inside of her.

"I love you Sara." He whispered, "God, I love you so much." He closed his eyes in embarrassment. He had only meant to tell her how beautiful and cherished she was. How he would die if anything happen to her. He slowly stopped moving his hips, certain that she was going to throw him off of her at any moment.

What she did next surprised him. She untangled her hands from his, moving to cup his face in her palms. She brought his head down to hers, kissing him with a tender passion he didn't knew existed. Sara released his lips, his eyes opening into hers.

"I love you too."

The grin that lit his face was potent enough to power all of Vegas; the tears they both fought hard to ignore coming bubbling back in a landslide. They both chuckled softly, kissing once more as he felt her muscles flex around him.

He quirked a brown manicured his eyebrow at her. She smiled at him slyly embarrassed at their mushy moment of emotional confession. She used her legs to pull his body against her as she raised her hips to meet his. They continued on, slowly pushing and pulling into one another until time lost all meaning.

"I can't last much longer..." He brought his sweat-laced head onto her shoulder, his hips thrusting against hers, their bodies sliding against each other in the heat that they created. It was so slow, too slow. The nerve endings of his shaft were pulsing and firing bolts of pleasure through out his body. He testicles were heavy and aching, needing release. With each slow stroke he could feel every inch of her spongy depths.

They were both covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, their hearts racing in pleasure. She only gripped him tighter, urging him on as he began to slam into her once more; her small breathy moans making his insides turn into jell-o. With each angled penetration he stroked his rigid shaft along her hard bundle of nerves, the kisses she was laving along his jaw turning more passionate as she clutched onto his hard body.

"Yesss Nick... oh god." She panted against his skin, sucking harder than she meant to on his fragile skin, leaving her own mark on his thick neck.

He could feel her all around him, possessing him, devouring him, and completing him. He pistoned within her flawlessly, the muscles in his ass flexing with each pump. Nick felt her explode around him, her walls quivering with final release as he spilled his hot seed at that exact moment. He moaned her name long and hard as he felt each burst of pleasure pumping into her.

She cried out, a slow tear leaking from her eye as she felt bliss flood in and around her body, her third orgasm making her head spin with endorphins. They both came to a few seconds later, Nick reaching between them to carefully pull the full condom off. He leaned over the bed, tossing it into his trash before he smothered her with his heavy body. She smiled at his heavy weight pushing her into the mattress as she sighed with content. With the last conscious thought he had, he rolled to the side, bringing her with him. "Love you." He murmured in slurred words, holding her body tight against his.

She let her nails scratch over the light dusting of hair on his arm, sighing in contentment as she felt him fall asleep behind her, clutching her as if she would disappear when he awoke. "Love you too, Nicky." She whispered before she too fell asleep.

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{Epilogue}

7-1/2 months later

Nick watched Sara from the entrance of the warehouse, her ass resting on her ankles as she leaned over the body, the snapping of the camera filling the dark space with flashes of fluorescent light. A smile slowly spread over his face. He subconsciously spun the gold band on his finger, a nervous habit he had picked up over the months as he just took a moment to watch her work.

"So Stokes, how's it going in here?" Nick asked with a grin on his face.

Sara turned her head, flashing him a full watt smile as she struggled to stand. He watched in hidden amusement, tempted to help her up. He knew it would only make her mad, so he crossed his hands over his chest, watching with all the love in the world shimmering in his chocolate eyes.

She slowly rose, fighting a loosing war with her balance as her hand rested on the swell of her abdomen. After a few more minutes of struggling, she finally stood; the silhouette of her very pregnant belly making Nick's heart swell even more.

"What have I told you about calling me that at work Nicky!" Sara laughed, waddling her way over towards Nick.

He rested both hands on her large belly, the skin full and stretched like a basketball shoved under her shirt. He rubbed it softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her lipsom tom the back you would have never guessed that she was carrying his child, but from the front… she was huge, and getting bigger everyday.

"So how's the little guy treating you today?" He bent over to place a kiss on her stomach, feeling the fluttering of movements under his large palm.

Sara groaned, "God you would think he's playing soccer in there. I don't know how much longer I can work in the field. I can hardly bend over without toppling forward. Not to mention I have to go pee every five minutes." Sara laughed, her skin flush and healthy with happiness.

Nick kissed her again, his lips lingering over hers. "God, I love you."

Sara smiled against his lips, their unborn child pressed between them, "I love you too."

They broke apart at the sound of a groan from behind them, "How many times do I have to tell you two? Not at the crime scenes." Grissom joked, his voice holding nothing but amusement and happiness at the couple in front of him.

Sara flashed him a bright smile, "He started it Griss. So did you bring me the egg plant and sprout sandwich I asked for?" She asked hopefully, pushing Nick out of the way to get to Grissom and her food.

Both men chuckled at her actions, "I swear she would leave me for another man if he waved a pizza under her nose." Nick's eyes were sparkling.

"Can it Stokes. Your son is hungry." Sara winked, taking the wrapped sandwich that Grissom was holding out to her. "Thank you Griss."

Both men looked at her, shaking their heads and then looking towards the dead body covered in ivory wiggling maggots. The body was starting to decompose, stale blood dried on the ground and sprayed sporadically along the walls. The intestines were in a bucket of slush, the smell making even Grissom twitch his nose.

"How she can look at that, then go eat... is beyond me." Nick laughed, watching Sara walk into the moonlight of the night. She looked back at him, giving him a small smile before she turned and continue towards the truck.

He sighed in amazement; things really were perfect.

~~ The End ~~

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