Summary: Nick decides to teach you a lesson for standing him up.
Companion piece to:
The Romantic - Nick has always been a romantic when it comes to you.
Distraction - You distract Nick from work.
Symphony (NSFW) - Nick welcomes you home in his own special way.
Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed.
Cancelled - You cancel your plans after Nick comes home exhausted.
How High - You say jump, Nick asks how high.
Adorable - Nick comes home to find you looking adorable.
Prequel to:
Bitter Sweet Symphony - Nick steps up when you realise you face a career ending illness.
And The Music Plays On... - Nick helps you come to terms with your diagnosis.
Right There (NSFW) - Nick decides the two of you need to take a break.
Dire Straits - Nick realises there's something wrong.
There is nothing on this earth like Sunday mornings tangled up in you. The warm press of your skin as Nick’s fingers hook those baby pink short pyjamas, dragging the silky fabric down your legs. The fabric sticks to the moisture between your thighs, so dewy and wet for him already.
The top is long gone, discarded when he’d practically torn off the buttons because he wanted to get his mouth all over those pert, rose coloured nipples. His lips follow the waist band of the shorts, his five o’clock shadow stubble grazing over your sensitive skin as he balls the damp material up in his fist tossing them at the hamper. His firm hands grasp your thighs, pushing your knees back towards your chest revealing that perfect pink pussy.
It's a power position, you can only receive what he’s about to give you. Your head tips back into the pillow as his tongue drags through your folds. Your fingers gripping the sheets, grasping them tightly. His lips suck gently at your clit, his fingertips swirling gently around that needy little hole of yours, dipping in, teasing.
“You’re being mean.” You pout as his tongue traces circles, his fingers finding a slow steady rhythm. Nick doesn’t respond, he simply curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot. “Fuck Nick I…”
A low moan tears from your throat as he nips you, a light grazing of teeth that sends you hurtling straight into the stratosphere. You clench around his fingers, just on the cusp when he stops, holding you right there at the pinnacle of release.
“Nick…” You plead, your breathlessness only fuelling his resolve. You’d had an orchestra rehearsal that ran late last night, you hadn’t been able to find a minute to text. He ended up dining alone and then going to bed alone because you didn’t wrap until eleven.
“Oh honey.” He drawls, his heated breath ghosting over your clit as he withdraws his fingers, his tongue replacing them. “This is what happens when you stand me up. You keep me waiting, I keep you waiting.”
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We open on the Dream Team discussing the case with their boss. Sam rocking the world in an amazing red dress.
Welp. They had a witness that had him dead to rights but she won't tell the truth on the stand.
They can threaten, cajole, guilt and coerce her all the want, she won't get on the stand and say what they want her to say. Also another on point outfit from Sam.
Unproductive meeting with an undercover cop that doesn't want to cooperate. When Theo talks to him after this, he explains that wasn't just two prosecutors, it was the head of the homicide division and the damn DA.
Theo convinces him to testify and they get a guilty verdict! Yay!
