Title: Head Cold
Author: NikkiM
Email: Nikkimonst@aol.com
Permission to archive: yes
Rating: FRM
Summary: Head cold, swollen, lounger, stormy , Cancun and a dream scene
Disclaimer: Not mine and unfortunately never will be mine!
A/N: based on the challenge from Peja, not my first fic, but first in CSI realm.
Title of challenge: Improv: Head cold
Pairing/characters: Warrick & Nick
Spoilers: None

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Warrick sniffled again then hacked out a painful cough. He had started out days ago with just a head cold. That he could endure, pseudoephedrine worked on keeping his sinus clear, but now . . . now the damn thing had worked its way down so he had a sore throat. Tina had said his glands were swollen. His wife had told him he should stay home and rest, have some soup and just sleep. But he'd insisted he was okay to work. She had sighed then asked to come over to the hospital after shift so she could get him looked at and if necessary get a prescription.

Now he was just suffering, kicking himself for not listening to his wife. He blew his nose, crumpling the tissue and tossing it into the close by trash barrel, to join the other two dozen. Nick had given him the box of good tissues, the kind that were softer than the department supplied variety, with lotion too, and dragged him out of the lab, leading him to their shared office and sitting him down at his desk. He was commanded to 'stay' and before his friend left Nick had moved the trash barrel closer. As he closed the door, he said, "Rest. I'll be back in an hour with a juice."

He unscrewed the cap on the cough medicine and drank down swig. He put the bottle down then his elbows on the desk top, then just gave in, he crossed them then let his head settle on his forearms. His eye drifted closed, and soon his breathing settled into the deep rhythm of sleep.

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I jerked my head up, awake, not having realized I'd fallen asleep. I looked around the room, disoriented. Pushing up from the chair, I went over to the sliding door. One glance and I recognized the place, the Avalon Reef Club, Tina and I came here on our honeymoon, it's an all-inclusive resort situated on a private islet on the secluded island of Isla Mujeres, just a 30-minute ferry ride from Cancun. The beach outside was pristine, clean, white sand spread out for miles on either side, but it was just twenty feet to the blue water. The sky above was the perfect blue, not a puffy cloud to be seen, but off to the north were some dark clouds, perhaps destined to be stormy weather further off in Cuba or the keys. But here the low waves lapped gently at the sand. Then . . . I sucked in my breath. A figure emerged from the ocean, clad in . . . nothing, completely naked and at ease in their surroundings. I watched, voyeuristically, as the head was shaken water flew from the dark hair, the hands then went up and ran their fingers through the hair ruffling it to let it air dry faster. A stark white towel was picked up off the lounger and the terrifically toned body was dried. I swallowed hard as I watched that towel progress from the toned chest, across the dark nipples then down the tight abdomen then to the pubes. My view was then blocked as they bent to dry their legs. I could feel myself hardening. I was amazed at what could be hidden under the standard uniform of work wear. All that was right there, all this time, just waiting for me to make my move.

As I continued to watch they sat on the edge of the teak lounger and picked up a bottle of sun screen. Parts were being exposed to the sun that hadn't been exposed since they were a toddler. The strong capable hands then started at the face, smoothing the lotion onto the tender skin. The strong shoulders were coated, then the arms.

My hand went down to myself as those strong fingers reached the dark nipples, circling and teasing a bit as they were coated with the sun protectant. A squeeze and a tug to one, a squeeze and a twist to the other leaving them hardened. I wet my lips as the hands finally made it to those phenomenal abds. I groaned as a finger dipped into the navel then swirled a bit before moving to the lean hips. More lube, ah, sun screen was added to each hand then each went to each thigh and slathered the strong muscles that I knew I wanted wrapped around my waist. They then lifted one leg and smoothed on the sun screen, then to the other, not yet hitting the one spot that stood out for attention, one spot I would like to dive down onto.

I jerked myself harder as they leaned back on the lounger just a bit and spread their legs, exposing themselves to me fully. A look of concentration was on their face as they carefully fondled their package, carefully coating all the parts with the white lotion. I groaned as one strong hand then gripped the base and closing around the shaft brought their hand up coating their . . . Their eyes locked on mine and a smile came across the lips, white teeth gleaming, the dark eyes full of knowing. Then they said 'bout time you woke up,' in the soft southern accent of theirs that makes my heart melt.

My head jerked up and I was staring into a pair of dark eyes, 'damn it, the same eyes.'

"Gotta watch that over the counter medication War," Nick said nodding to the bottle of antitussive. "Here," a folded up paper napkin was tossed across the desks. "Must have been good dreams man, your drooling. Wipe it off before your wife shows up."

I groaned again.

End

Think I got them all plus bonus points!! >>>>>
Use this list of words in a story of some sort (drabble/poem/snippet)

Head cold
swollenlounger
stormy
Cancun

Bonus points for a dream scene <<<<<