Say My Name
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,595
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Suffering
Chapter Nine: Suffering
Sara went home that night with Nick’s name still on the tip of her tongue. She had said his name probably a thousand times before in so many different tones but having never moaned it, making it sound like a benediction, she wondered what had taken her so long and how she could have possibly lived without it. Now, she was dying to scream it at the top of her lungs for the whole world to hear and she almost did so when she saw Hank smiling at her affectionately from the couch of their family room when she stepped into the apartment that they now shared.
“Hey, honey. How was your day?” he wondered, getting up from the black leather couch, turning off the TV as he strolled over to her with his arms outstretched to take her in his embrace.
Fucking fabulous, she thought to herself but kept it like that: to herself.
“Same as usual,” she lied, hugging him back, sighing when he kissed her neck where Nick had.
Through the entire car ride home all Sara could think about was her and Nick in the layout room. She probably would have let him have her right there on top of the layout room table if he would have been game for that. There was always passion and unbridled want for one another between them that Sara had never felt before. Her and Hank seemed to be subtle – never asking, never wanting – just taking what the other gave and giving not necessarily what the other wanted.
Hank moved away from her and into the kitchen while she shrugged off her jacket, hanging it up behind the door, and asked him how his day had been. His answer was as generic as hers but she left it at that since she wasn’t sure if she really cared.
“You hungry?” he wondered, raising his voice so she could hear him in the other room.
“Not really. I had a late lunch,” was her reply, walking towards the bathroom.
He intercepted her on her way there, stepping out in front of her making her jump and he smiled apologetically before pulling her into his arms. He cradled the back of her neck with his hand as he brought his mouth to hers, bringing her into a kiss that was nothing like Nick’s.
The thought of Nick’s intense kisses made Sara shudder against Hank’s body that was pressing against hers and he took it as a good sign, sliding his other hand up her side and over her breast. Her mind was flooding with images of Nick pushing her into the layout table, his hands wandering freely and his mouth fused to hers. She nearly moaned out Nick’s name until she bit down on the inside of her cheek to stop. It was either that or biting down on Hank’s tongue that had slipped into her mouth without her even noticing. She really needed to pay more attention to what was happening.
All she could think about was how much she would have rather it be Nick kissing her and urging her towards the couch that had once been several feet away but was now underneath her. And damn it if she didn’t wish it were Nick’s weight on top of her, sending her further into the cushions of the leather sofa while his lips practically attacked hers. Hank, however dominant he was trying to be, was doing a rather poor job in her mind compared to the impressive display Nick had done for her hours ago. Hank’s mouth was neither demanding nor persuading and his hands weren’t nearly as greedy.
A moment later Sara pushed at Hank’s shoulders to break the kiss so she could breathe. After all, her plan wasn’t to die of asphyxiation – especially by Hank.
“I have what we need in the bedroom, if you want to move – ”
Sara looked at him apologetically and he stopped mid sentence.
“I’m sorry, Hank. I’m too tired.”
He nodded and gave her lips a small kiss before moving off of her. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Of course, she wasn’t really tired as she feigned to be. In actuality, she was slightly afraid that if she did have sex with hank, she wouldn’t be able to suppress the urge to scream Nick’s name while she imagined it was the Texan sinking into her, not the EMT.
It was at that moment that Sara vowed to herself that she would never say Nick’s name in the throes of passion; it was affecting her relationship with Hank. Ever since she had moaned his name it was all she wanted to do. If Hank found out that way, not only would Sara lose him but also she would be so angry with herself for not having self-control. However, one could argue that if she indeed had self-control, she would be capable of refraining from jumping the one and only Nick Stokes.
“I’m going to make us some dinner,” he said finally.
Sara didn’t bother to tell him yet again that she wasn’t hungry. Instead, she headed back to the bathroom for a shower, a physical attempt at washing the shame and guilt off of her body since she didn’t seem to have the strength to do it mentally.
Sara went home that night with Nick’s name still on the tip of her tongue. She had said his name probably a thousand times before in so many different tones but having never moaned it, making it sound like a benediction, she wondered what had taken her so long and how she could have possibly lived without it. Now, she was dying to scream it at the top of her lungs for the whole world to hear and she almost did so when she saw Hank smiling at her affectionately from the couch of their family room when she stepped into the apartment that they now shared.
“Hey, honey. How was your day?” he wondered, getting up from the black leather couch, turning off the TV as he strolled over to her with his arms outstretched to take her in his embrace.
Fucking fabulous, she thought to herself but kept it like that: to herself.
“Same as usual,” she lied, hugging him back, sighing when he kissed her neck where Nick had.
Through the entire car ride home all Sara could think about was her and Nick in the layout room. She probably would have let him have her right there on top of the layout room table if he would have been game for that. There was always passion and unbridled want for one another between them that Sara had never felt before. Her and Hank seemed to be subtle – never asking, never wanting – just taking what the other gave and giving not necessarily what the other wanted.
Hank moved away from her and into the kitchen while she shrugged off her jacket, hanging it up behind the door, and asked him how his day had been. His answer was as generic as hers but she left it at that since she wasn’t sure if she really cared.
“You hungry?” he wondered, raising his voice so she could hear him in the other room.
“Not really. I had a late lunch,” was her reply, walking towards the bathroom.
He intercepted her on her way there, stepping out in front of her making her jump and he smiled apologetically before pulling her into his arms. He cradled the back of her neck with his hand as he brought his mouth to hers, bringing her into a kiss that was nothing like Nick’s.
The thought of Nick’s intense kisses made Sara shudder against Hank’s body that was pressing against hers and he took it as a good sign, sliding his other hand up her side and over her breast. Her mind was flooding with images of Nick pushing her into the layout table, his hands wandering freely and his mouth fused to hers. She nearly moaned out Nick’s name until she bit down on the inside of her cheek to stop. It was either that or biting down on Hank’s tongue that had slipped into her mouth without her even noticing. She really needed to pay more attention to what was happening.
All she could think about was how much she would have rather it be Nick kissing her and urging her towards the couch that had once been several feet away but was now underneath her. And damn it if she didn’t wish it were Nick’s weight on top of her, sending her further into the cushions of the leather sofa while his lips practically attacked hers. Hank, however dominant he was trying to be, was doing a rather poor job in her mind compared to the impressive display Nick had done for her hours ago. Hank’s mouth was neither demanding nor persuading and his hands weren’t nearly as greedy.
A moment later Sara pushed at Hank’s shoulders to break the kiss so she could breathe. After all, her plan wasn’t to die of asphyxiation – especially by Hank.
“I have what we need in the bedroom, if you want to move – ”
Sara looked at him apologetically and he stopped mid sentence.
“I’m sorry, Hank. I’m too tired.”
He nodded and gave her lips a small kiss before moving off of her. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Of course, she wasn’t really tired as she feigned to be. In actuality, she was slightly afraid that if she did have sex with hank, she wouldn’t be able to suppress the urge to scream Nick’s name while she imagined it was the Texan sinking into her, not the EMT.
It was at that moment that Sara vowed to herself that she would never say Nick’s name in the throes of passion; it was affecting her relationship with Hank. Ever since she had moaned his name it was all she wanted to do. If Hank found out that way, not only would Sara lose him but also she would be so angry with herself for not having self-control. However, one could argue that if she indeed had self-control, she would be capable of refraining from jumping the one and only Nick Stokes.
“I’m going to make us some dinner,” he said finally.
Sara didn’t bother to tell him yet again that she wasn’t hungry. Instead, she headed back to the bathroom for a shower, a physical attempt at washing the shame and guilt off of her body since she didn’t seem to have the strength to do it mentally.