Title: A Lucky? Break
By: lewis771750
Challenge: That picture of fingers crossed
Rating: Really not sure. NC-17 just in case I guess.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jerry and the people at CBS would never be quite this twisted:) But it is all just for fun, honest.
Spoilers: No
Words: 737

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Nick arrived at Sara's door feeling a little self-conscious. A friend of his had arrived in Vegas and decided to get married, and Nick was going to be the best man.

Nick was hoping that Sara would agree to be the other witness. He still smarted at the memory of the rebuff she'd given him when he tried to set her up on a blind date, but this was a bit different, she wouldn't be anyone's date, just a witness, and she'd be helping him out of a hole. Surely she could do that?

Fingers crossed behind his back, his other hand pulling at the collar of his smartest suit, he walked towards the door of Sara's apartment. As he got there he took a deep breath and reached out to knock. Just before his knuckles made contact with the door he heard an unusual sound from inside. His first reaction was that Sara was giggling, that was certainly what it sounded like, but Sara? Giggling? It seemed very unlikely. The sound came again, and this time he could just pick out a husky voice saying something, followed by that incredible giggling sound from Sara (surely it was Sara?).

Nonplussed Nick tried to decide what to do. Asking Sara, who famously had no social life, to help him out for an evening was one thing, disrupting what social life she had managed to build struck him as unfair, it offended his Texas chivalry. He lowered his hand and was about to walk away when the voice came again. This time the speaker was either enunciating clearly, or was standing closer to the door. Whatever the reason he could hear the voice much more clearly.

"Sara honey, d'you know where my purse is? The pizza should be here any minute and I can't find it and get dressed at the same time."

Nick stood in shock. He knew that voice, but he couldn't believe it. That was Catherine calling Sara honey. Apparently she was undressed in the room with Sara. What was going on?

Suddenly he heard a squeal from inside. He couldn't really picture either of the pair he knew were in there making such a noise, but he could remember causing women to make that sound in his frat boy days. One of them had just tickled the other unexpectedly under the ribs. The rest of the sounds he really didn't want to hear. His mind's eye was painting him a really distinct picture, one similar to some of his porno movies, but one he didn't want to see starring his co-workers. That odd noise was a deep kiss. That moan was a hand touching somewhere sensitive. The growl, well if the skin flicks were anything to go by that was someone demanding attention to another sensitive spot. Nick stood rooted to the spot, face alternating between red and white, as embarrassment, desire to see what was actually happening, and mortification that he couldn't tear himself away from this private moment ran though him.

He managed to force himself to take that first step when suddenly the sounds from inside changed again. Catherine, it had to be Catherine, was suddenly moaning, breathing raggedly with a hitch between each moan. He didn't know what was happening in detail, but he recognised that sound, albeit not from Catherine. He knew that he was listening to Catherine as her orgasm approached, something that he might have fantasised about, but he didn't want to bear witness to.

With a lurch he finally stepped away from the door. His retreating back was chased by the scream of Catherine's release, that final sound was just too much for him and he broke into a run, trying desperately not to think about what he'd heard, how he would react to them tomorrow.

Inside the room, unaware of their eavesdropper, Catherine was laid back, wrapped in Sara's arms, still twitching gently from the latest orgasm. They'd only been together a week and every chance either of them got they tore the clothes off each other's back. Neither of them was complaining mind you, the sparks that still flew at work were forgiven and forgotten in each other's arms and in those magical caresses and screaming moments of passion. It was too early to be sure, but they'd both mentioned the L word now. This time it might just be the love that would last.

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Next story in series - Eavesdroppers never prosper.