Title: Decisions
By: sarcasticsra
Summary: Tina, Cath, or Nick? Warrick needs to decide.
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Focus: General series
Pairing, etc: Warrick/Tina, Warrick/Cath, Warrick/Nick
Prompt: Smell
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Thanks to Kelly for the beta even though she claims I made her feel useless. =P


He kisses down her neck, his fingers tangle in her hair. She always smells like strawberries. They move together slowly, he kisses lower, removes her shirt, kisses her breasts. His hands map out her smooth, taut stomach, kissing lower. She’s moaning now. Tina always moans.

He kisses her passionately, their couplings infused with tenderness but also desperate want and need. She’s on top of him, the strong woman, the feminist, and he pulls her down so he can kiss her again. Catherine smells like a subtle perfume, strong enough to tantalize but light enough that it doesn’t overpower. They move together rapidly, and she gasps. Cath always gasps.
(He kisses him so hard; their kisses are all teeth and lust and power. They’re rough. It’s almost like they’re fighting a battle instead of having sex. The six-packs, the muscle on muscle – Nick is all male, smells of musk and some sandalwood cologne that he got from one of his sisters. They pound against each other, and Nick grunts. Nick always grunts.)

“Baby, that was wonderful,” she murmurs in his ear, her voice sleep-muddled as post-orgasmic exhaustion settles in. He pets her hair softly, whispers everything and nothing to her as she falls off to sleep.

Warrick stares at the ceiling for hours after Tina has fallen asleep.

“Warrick,” she sighs, and it’s a sad, melancholy sound. She’s tired, wants to sleep. He nods and gets up to leave, shooting her one last look before slipping out the door.

Warrick drives around for hours before going home.
(“Bye, man. See ya at work,” Nick tells him stoically before he heads out the door. That’s as demonstrative as Nick gets, afterward, in the somewhat-awkward silence that reigns.

Warrick sighs and rolls over, falling asleep for a couple hours.)

Tina suspects, he’s sure of it. He’s seen her give him that speculating, calculating look – the one that wonders how many times he’s really been working late. She doesn’t say anything, though, doesn’t even hint at it. He waits for the day she does.

Cath pretends, it’s obvious. The only way she can continue is to pretend she doesn’t know, but he sees the accusation in her eyes. She’s a sharp woman; he’s sure she knows all of it and wants to bring it up. She never does, though, at least not out loud.
(Nick knows, and he doesn’t care. Or that’s what he shows, anyway. Warrick is pretty sure there’s something under there, though. They’ve been friends for too long for Warrick to be fooled by that macho bullshit. Of course, they don’t talk enough for it to ever come up.)

Warrick knows he can’t keep this up. It’s ridiculous. He’s hurting them all, hurting himself and this won’t go on for much longer. Tina will speak up, Cath will tire, Nick will move on. But what can he do? It’s tender, it’s passionate, (it’s rough) and as much as he hates it, he needs them all.

He doesn’t know how to choose.


-End