Title: Untitled
By: Caroline Crane
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG

Nick's been in Vegas long enough that nothing really shocks him anymore. That doesn't mean he gets it all, though, and he's not going to pretend he understands why anybody would need an entire convention devoted to leather.

Well. Leather and sex, but that kind of goes without saying in Vegas. And it doesn't really bother him – some of it looks kind of interesting, actually – but so far the only thing in the room he's recognized is a pair of chaps, and that's definitely not how they wear them back home.

He blushes when he catches himself scanning the room for another glimpse of the guy in the chaps. They're not here to sightsee, after all, and as soon as he finds Greg they can get the hell out of here and go back to the lab.

Nick finds him on the other side of the room, leaning against one of the booths chatting up a vendor. He shakes his head and grips the back of Greg's vest, ignoring his protests as he drags him toward the exit.

"What's the hurry? We've got time to kill, we could at least look around."

"How can you be so happy about working a double?"

Greg grins at Nick's frown and nods in the direction of the vendor booths. "What can I say, sometimes this job's got pretty good perks. If we'd paid to get in it would have set us back fifty bucks."

Nick opens his mouth to ask why Greg would want to pay to come to a fetish convention, then closes it again when he realizes he doesn't really want to hear the answer. At least not while they've still got half a shift left before he goes home alone and leaves Greg to work the entire night shift. Instead he clears his throat and wills himself not to blush again, hand on Greg's arm to steer him toward the exit.

It's not until they're in the hotel lobby that he realizes Greg's carrying a brown paper bag, plain except for what looks like some kind of mask printed on the front. "You didn't. Greg, we're on the clock."

"So?" Greg says, and Nick's not sure whether to think his smirk's cute or annoying. "It's no different than stopping for coffee. I just…picked something up."

"What?"

Greg's smirk shifts to that look that almost always results in Nick tearing all their clothes off, and suddenly Nick isn't sure he wants to know. Not that it matters, because Greg just shakes his head and grips the bag a little tighter. "It's a surprise. You'll find out when I get home from work."

One last grin and Greg's walking away, across the lobby to the front of the hotel and Nick has to hurry to catch up. And now he does want to know what's in the bag, but he's got the whole drive back to the lab to work on getting an answer.

~

Sara laughs against the pillow, tiny shivers running through her as fingers slide across her skin. "That tickles."

The only answer she gets is a low 'mmm', then Warrick's fingers are tracing patterns on her back again, up her sides and along her spine. She wants to see, but even if she twists her head she knows she won't be able to. Besides, trying to look will just get her a lecture about patience, so she swallows a sigh and breathes in the scent of Warrick on the pillow under her.

And she's not sure how much longer she can stand it, but just when she thinks she'll go crazy the fingers disappear. Before she can react they're replaced by a warm mouth, tongue leaving a wet trail on her skin from the base of her spine all the way to her shoulder blade.

"Sweet," he murmurs against the back of her neck, the word vibrating down her spine and she laughs again to distract herself from the sudden tightness in her belly.

"It's the chocolate."

"Maybe," he answers, reaching over her for the bottle of chocolate syrup. This time he pours it directly on her back, letting it pool at the base of her spine and drip slowly across her hip. He chases it with his fingers, drawing more patterns against her skin and she tries to make out the pattern. She thinks it might be a word, but before she manages to work out the letters his fingers are moving again. Up her sides to dip under her, brushing against her breast and surprising a little moan out of her.

He laughs this time, low and rich against her back, tongue darting out to suck the sweetness off her skin. And it feels weird to be on display like this, to let him take his time studying her every reaction. But she's glad she let him talk her into it, because no matter how silly she feels letting Warrick lick chocolate syrup off her body, it's worth it when he leans up to let her taste the sweetness on his lips.