Say My Name

Disclaimer: There’s no owning, no profiting, and no creating. "Scream" - Ima Robot (Song's off of the fourth season soundtrack for Queer as Folk)

Rating: PG-15?

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviews and reads!

Cheryl: You’re enthusiasm to cause bodily harm to Hank is rather frightening. Well, maybe not bodily harm but to Hank’s car at least.

Anushka: Well, if the way I write Hank makes you not really hate him, but not necessarily like him, then I guess I have to somehow make you hate him. But the thing is, I was kind of going for ‘significant-others-are-innocent-and-not-worthy-of-being-cheated-on’ aspect for this story. However, that means that there may be a pity party for Hank and Natasha… er… Natalie.

Ash: Yeah, a wet Sara definitely short-circuited Nick’s brain. I like your idea of a pissed of Hank. I think I might incorporate that into the story. It would be interesting.

Clazziquai: More slashing enthusiasm- “Slash his tires!” Heaven help you people in the real world. I’m glad my reviewers like violence or at least criminal activities.


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Chapter Eight: Scream

It had been a week since Hank had asked Sara to move in with him, two days since she had packed up all of her stuff, left her apartment, and sold it, and two minutes since she had gone without thinking of taking Nick hard on the layout table, white lab coats and all.

“So Sara,” Nick started, not realizing that he had broken her out of her fantasy. “What do you think this is?”

Sara looked through the microscope and tried to focus on the shard of something that was underneath the lens but it was so hard to do when Nick was standing closely next to her and she hadn’t touched him in almost two weeks. She straightened up and thought for a moment.

“Glass.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Then why did you even bother to look at through the microscope? It’s not like glass looks like anything else.”

“I just wanted you to come over here,” he grinned.

It was then that she noticed that the small of her back was pressed against the edge of the table and that Nick was only a foot away from her, sending her feral looks. She bite at her bottom lip nervously and noticed how his eyes followed the movement. She swallowed hard when he stepped closer to her, placing a hand on either side of her hips on the table.

Nick dipped his head and nuzzled the side of her neck before Sara felt his lips pressing soft kisses on her throat. His tongue traced along the curve of her collarbone before sinking into the hollow of it and she shuddered as shivers ran up and down her spine. It was an odd sensation to have someone nip and lick at her shoulder, definitely something that Hank had never done, but now she was wishing that Nick would do it to her all the time. She let out a whimper when his mouth trailed up the column of her neck to her ear where he nibbled and tugged at the lobe.

His body was pressing her into the edge of the table and although it was rather uncomfortable, she didn’t mind it so much if it meant that Nick was the one pushing her against it. Sara wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and locked eyes with him for a second. She could almost feel the want in his chestnut eyes pouring into her and that was all it took for her to stand up on her toes to kiss him.

It was so effortless and natural for him to be kissing Sara Sidle. The way her mouth curved at different points and how she could control the kiss, just like he did, taking it from slow and unhurried to crushing and fervent. He wanted to never stop kissing her and that was something that he hadn’t felt towards Natalie. She wasn’t bad but she was nowhere near as good as Sara, he thought, cupping the side of her face with his hand.

They broke apart for air, Sara resting her head against Nick’s chest while she gripped at his shoulders and he held onto her hips.

“We need to work,” she breathed out.

This was so unlike her, she thought. She was always focused on the task at hand, though the task right then seemed to be Nick. If someone where to walk in or peer through the small glass window on the door, both of them could possibly be out of a job. She wasn’t willing to risk so much for something she wasn’t even sure about.

Licking his lips, he took a step back and readjusted his lab coat, gazing at the woman across from him who was running her fingers back through her straight chestnut hair.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

Her eyes flickered up hastily and met his. He thought he saw panic but it died down quickly, replaced with something that he wasn’t so sure of what it was.

“You,” she smiled and then turned her back on him, beginning to process the bed sheet one more.

Nick pursed his lips together, raised his eyebrows, and stared at Sara’s backside for a long moment before he even considered moving. Somehow, her rather arrogant yet casual comment seemed to fit in well with his schedule, his body, his fantasies, and even his morals. The latter, he wasn’t sure about but at that moment his common sense was aroused.

“You think so, do you?” he said casually, stepping closer to her, seeing how her body slightly stiffened when she felt his breath slide across the bare skin of her neck. “You think you’re going to have me writhing beneath you, naked, in your bed?”

“Actually, in your bed and you’ll be moaning my name too,” she murmured, bending over to examine a small fiber that didn’t fit with the rest of the sheet.

Her behind brushed against his lower body since he was standing fairly close and when she asked him if he minded, the usual comment of annoyance, he smiled and shook his head, refusing to move. So Sara bent over the table as if he weren’t even there behind her and ignored how she was firmly pressing into his pelvis. He gripped her hips with hand and ran his free hand up her arched back, slipping into her hair. Gently, he tugged so that she complied with his silent request for her to stand upright.

“I don’t appreciate having my hair pulled,” she stated as his arm wrapped around her so that he could pull her closer against his hard body.

His grasp on her hair tightened and she winced, arching her head back like he had anticipated, exposing her neck for him to taste. She yelped softly when his teeth nipped at her repeatedly but the strokes of his tongue seemed to make up for it. This side of dominance and oppression was something that Sara had not expected from him, maybe but not at such an intense level, however, she found herself not minding having the reins in his hands.

“I think I’d rather having you moaning my name, Sara,” he murmured against her ear before gently kissing it.

There was too much lust and need for her in his body for him to even begin to think straight. He urged her forward so that her lower body was pressing into the edge of the table once more and he was standing behind her, holding her against him. His inquisitive hand wasted no time as it slid up from her hip to the swell of her breast over top of the cotton lab coat. His hand slipped inside and he felt the material of her shirt beneath his fingertips as he pinched at her sensitive skin, making her bit down on her bottom lip to cease the words that were threatening to come out of her mouth.

He was tasting her jaw line and back to the lobe of her ear, pausing to nibble at her flesh just to hear her try to oppress the groans that were forming in her throat. The hand was still in her hair, eased down and descended across her shoulder, down her back so that he could firmly take some of her round behind that was pressing into him in his hand. He kneaded over the lab coat and over the denim of her jeans, sucking at the side of throat as he palmed her right breast in his hand.

There was so much of her that Nick wanted at once, that he was dying to have right then and there but he knew that they couldn’t go as far as they flirted and were thinking about. They valued their jobs and respectability around the lab too much.

“Say it, Sara,” he whispered.

His hand on her behind had gradually moved its way, quite possibly on its own accord, around her hip and it was now cupping her through her jeans. She rocked against his hand when he pressed two fingers against her and she desperately tried to create more friction, beginning to move her hips on his fingers. He responded by grinding into her, pressing her further into the table so that now her thighs were hurting but she didn’t seem to mind. Either that, or she hadn’t noticed.

Both of their breathing sounded erratic and he moaned behind her when she rubbed back harder against his erection. She wanted skin on skin and was she was sick of not being able to see the expressions on his face when she did things to him. She awkwardly shifted around to face him and looked up into his face. His eyelids were heavy with want and he definitely couldn’t get enough of touching her. He was unbuttoning her lab coat and wrapping an arm around her, hitching her up a little, bringing her almost of her feet so that her lower body sound mold perfectly with his own.

“Say it,” he whispered again.

One hand was on her ass, keeping her in place while he thrust against her and the other was cupping the side of her face as his forehead rested on hers.

She murmured his name softly and her voice sounded so strange to her ears. She wasn’t sure she had ever heard herself sound so desperate and wanton before. It would have scared her if she hadn’t know that it was Nick making her feel this way.

“Again, Sara. I want you moaning it.”

“Make me,” she shuddered, when his hand tickled the back of her arm.

It was then that she noticed he had removed her lab coat. It pooled around her waist but she really didn’t care. She was sure that it was cool in the layout room but having Nick’s hard, muscular chest pressing against her own was like a heat wave. She was hot and beginning to feel the need again to remove some articles of clothing.

Her hands slipped up his shirt over the planes of his chest. She gripped his muscles, loving the feel of them beneath her hands and then angled her head forward so that her lips could brush across his. He didn’t want slow and leisure and when he brought her under into his precise haste kisses, she knew that she didn’t want that either. His teeth nibbled on her bottom lip before he slipped his tongue past her pliant lips and stroked her own with his.

She was moving against him, hanging onto him with her hands by the muscles of his chest and he winced, more in pleasure than in pain, when he felt her nails beginning to bite into his skin, undoubtedly leaving marks afterwards.

“Nick,” she groaned, louder than the time before.

His hand was venturing past the silk of her bra. That was the second time he had done something without her noticing. She couldn’t remember when his hand had traveled underneath her shirt and into her bra but she couldn’t care less when he began to massage the flesh, rolling her nipple in between his thumb and index finger.

A moan brushed across her ear when she felt something vibrate in between her legs. Nick’s pager was beeping and shaking in his pocket. They broke the kiss, filling the room with ragged breathing, and Nick stared down at the number on the small screen: Warrick. The man always had perfect timing.

Sara blushed when Nick smirked at her, his pager still in hand. Who knew a pager could feel so good?