Something, Silent Witness fanfiction, 5/5
Title: Something
Rating: T
Summary: H/N fluff, on a conference in Scotland.
Enjoy the last chapter!
Chapter Five
When he eventually finds some words, he’s sure he can hear some sort of difference to normal in his voice, some sort of fear…
“Well… that depends what kind of something you’re talking about…” he murmurs, and he could kill himself at that point for making it even slightly close to a joke, he needs to learn there are some points where it’s necessary to be a hundred percent serious.
There’s silence again, like she’s unsure how to respond to his mild joking, and to be honest, she’s not had too much to drink, it’s not the alcohol that’s getting these words out, but maybe the three glasses of wine are making it easier, making her slightly more ready to take a chance, slightly more daring.
She doesn’t say anything else, it’s like she’s run out of words for their situation, she simply kneels, straightening herself out, coming closer to him, and higher up, and kisses him, square on the mouth, as if she’s run out of words, and it’s the only answer to the situation, the only way forward she’s got left to think of.
For a moment they’re almost stock still, tasting each other, both of them suddenly in an alien world, and both of them a thousand times more unnecessarily nervous than they’ve ever been before, kissing another person. Because this… this is something quite different, they’re both kissing a best friend, and they’ve got so much to lose if this goes wrong… so much that they could be risking. Then, after moments of silence and reluctance to move on both their behalves, one of Harry’s hands cups around the back of her head, and one finds the small of her back, and her mouth opens and suddenly they’re both more enthusiastic, like they’ve both been reassured this risk’s worth taking. She’s tastes beautiful, a voice in his head’s saying, so many times better than he remembers from that brief incident in the pub so many years ago, and he finds himself smiling slightly, thinking that that was an escape from a conference, maybe there’s something that conferences do to them. Hell, maybe they should go on them more often. She pulls her head back for a second, not moving anything else further away from him; she’s properly in his arms now, both her own looped around his neck.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks quietly, cocking her head slightly to one side.
He shakes his head a little, “Oh, it’s nothing… I was remembering the time I kissed you to shut you up…” he sighs slightly, and the words he gives her now are literally his train of thought, he hasn’t thought about them before they come out of his mouth, “…and I’ve been wanting, ever since, for that to happen again… I’ve just never had the courage to do what you just did…” he presses a slight kiss to her mouth, making her smile widen, “…I didn’t want to ruin anything…”
Nikki laughs a little to herself and gives him a grin, “Well, we’ve always known I’ve got more balls than you, Dr Cunningham…”
And he laughs, and kisses her, pulling her slightly closer, speeding it all up, because there’s something about having her in his arms, calling him Dr Cunningham, that turns him so far on, he can’t even begin to put it into words.
In moments, she’s pulling him onto the bed with her, and pushing the towel down from his legs, and for a moment he stops her, holding her by the shoulders, looking at her with all levels of seriousness on his face.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Nikki?” he says quietly, and it almost brings a tear to her eye, how turned on she can feel he is, and still how worried he is about upsetting her, taking anything too far.
“Of course this is what I bloody want!” she laughs and he smiles, so much she suspects he couldn’t smile wider, and he pushes himself up on top of the bed, on top of her, the towel forgotten on the floor.
And they both lose themselves.
***
The image in front of his eyes when he opens them in the morning is the one he’s been dreaming about for years now, her face centimetres from his, her eyes closed, completely naked in his bed. He can’t help the massive grin that’s spreading across his face as he kisses her on the forehead lightly, waiting for her to wake up. Before she does, however, he notices the sight of the town out of the window, he can just see the car-park, and there’s snow at least half-way up the car, they look seriously snowed in.
Her eyes flutter open, and they’re somehow more beautiful than they’ve ever been - and he’s always loved her eyes - and he reads confusion and then realisation across them in the first few seconds, and then a smile creeps across her face and she pushes her lips against his, smiling against his mouth, her half-awake kiss gentle and slow and somehow tired, but beautiful. He grins to himself for a minute as he thinks he’ll never get tired of this.
He lifts his phone, checking the time - and they’re absolutely fine for the conference, they’ve got an hour, but something about the conditions outside tells him they might just be snowed in, he’s going to ring the conference… and of course his phone’s completely void of signal, so he slips out of the bed, throws a dressing gown around himself, gives her a little peck on the cheek, and starts towards the door.
“I think we’re snowed in, I’m going downstairs to speak to the staff - I’ll be back in a moment.”
She smiles at him as he leaves, and as the door closes behind him she lets a huge smile spread across her face - she’d been dreaming about last night for years, she’d been wishing it would be there one day, but knowing - she knows wrong now - that it would never reach her, she’d never make it. And it was so good, as well. She remembers vividly for a second laying there and screaming his name, she remembers the way his lips felt on all parts of her body - hell; it was possible last night was the best she’d ever had. She can’t stop the unnecessary grins. She just had sex with her best friend in the world and it was possibly the most turned on she’d ever been.
After 5 minutes he’s back in the room, shedding the dressing gown and climbing into the bed next to her, a wide smile on his face.
“We’re snowed in, and I phoned Leo… and the conference is cancelled…” he kissed her square on the mouth, his tongue duelling hers, “…the hotel staff think it’ll be at least twenty four hours before we can get back on the road - so we can spend the whole day in bed…”
She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing him again, feeling the warmth in the pit of her stomach increasing, and feeling him turning her on again.
“The whole day in bed, hmmm?” she asked, cocking her head slightly to one side, “And what do you think we should do about that?”
His arms are circling her, his body’s close to hers again, she can see how dark his eyes have turned, how fast his breathing suddenly is.
“Well, there’s only one thing I can think of to kill the time…”
Finis
Rating: T
Summary: H/N fluff, on a conference in Scotland.
Enjoy the last chapter!
Chapter Five
When he eventually finds some words, he’s sure he can hear some sort of difference to normal in his voice, some sort of fear…
“Well… that depends what kind of something you’re talking about…” he murmurs, and he could kill himself at that point for making it even slightly close to a joke, he needs to learn there are some points where it’s necessary to be a hundred percent serious.
There’s silence again, like she’s unsure how to respond to his mild joking, and to be honest, she’s not had too much to drink, it’s not the alcohol that’s getting these words out, but maybe the three glasses of wine are making it easier, making her slightly more ready to take a chance, slightly more daring.
She doesn’t say anything else, it’s like she’s run out of words for their situation, she simply kneels, straightening herself out, coming closer to him, and higher up, and kisses him, square on the mouth, as if she’s run out of words, and it’s the only answer to the situation, the only way forward she’s got left to think of.
For a moment they’re almost stock still, tasting each other, both of them suddenly in an alien world, and both of them a thousand times more unnecessarily nervous than they’ve ever been before, kissing another person. Because this… this is something quite different, they’re both kissing a best friend, and they’ve got so much to lose if this goes wrong… so much that they could be risking. Then, after moments of silence and reluctance to move on both their behalves, one of Harry’s hands cups around the back of her head, and one finds the small of her back, and her mouth opens and suddenly they’re both more enthusiastic, like they’ve both been reassured this risk’s worth taking. She’s tastes beautiful, a voice in his head’s saying, so many times better than he remembers from that brief incident in the pub so many years ago, and he finds himself smiling slightly, thinking that that was an escape from a conference, maybe there’s something that conferences do to them. Hell, maybe they should go on them more often. She pulls her head back for a second, not moving anything else further away from him; she’s properly in his arms now, both her own looped around his neck.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks quietly, cocking her head slightly to one side.
He shakes his head a little, “Oh, it’s nothing… I was remembering the time I kissed you to shut you up…” he sighs slightly, and the words he gives her now are literally his train of thought, he hasn’t thought about them before they come out of his mouth, “…and I’ve been wanting, ever since, for that to happen again… I’ve just never had the courage to do what you just did…” he presses a slight kiss to her mouth, making her smile widen, “…I didn’t want to ruin anything…”
Nikki laughs a little to herself and gives him a grin, “Well, we’ve always known I’ve got more balls than you, Dr Cunningham…”
And he laughs, and kisses her, pulling her slightly closer, speeding it all up, because there’s something about having her in his arms, calling him Dr Cunningham, that turns him so far on, he can’t even begin to put it into words.
In moments, she’s pulling him onto the bed with her, and pushing the towel down from his legs, and for a moment he stops her, holding her by the shoulders, looking at her with all levels of seriousness on his face.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Nikki?” he says quietly, and it almost brings a tear to her eye, how turned on she can feel he is, and still how worried he is about upsetting her, taking anything too far.
“Of course this is what I bloody want!” she laughs and he smiles, so much she suspects he couldn’t smile wider, and he pushes himself up on top of the bed, on top of her, the towel forgotten on the floor.
And they both lose themselves.
***
The image in front of his eyes when he opens them in the morning is the one he’s been dreaming about for years now, her face centimetres from his, her eyes closed, completely naked in his bed. He can’t help the massive grin that’s spreading across his face as he kisses her on the forehead lightly, waiting for her to wake up. Before she does, however, he notices the sight of the town out of the window, he can just see the car-park, and there’s snow at least half-way up the car, they look seriously snowed in.
Her eyes flutter open, and they’re somehow more beautiful than they’ve ever been - and he’s always loved her eyes - and he reads confusion and then realisation across them in the first few seconds, and then a smile creeps across her face and she pushes her lips against his, smiling against his mouth, her half-awake kiss gentle and slow and somehow tired, but beautiful. He grins to himself for a minute as he thinks he’ll never get tired of this.
He lifts his phone, checking the time - and they’re absolutely fine for the conference, they’ve got an hour, but something about the conditions outside tells him they might just be snowed in, he’s going to ring the conference… and of course his phone’s completely void of signal, so he slips out of the bed, throws a dressing gown around himself, gives her a little peck on the cheek, and starts towards the door.
“I think we’re snowed in, I’m going downstairs to speak to the staff - I’ll be back in a moment.”
She smiles at him as he leaves, and as the door closes behind him she lets a huge smile spread across her face - she’d been dreaming about last night for years, she’d been wishing it would be there one day, but knowing - she knows wrong now - that it would never reach her, she’d never make it. And it was so good, as well. She remembers vividly for a second laying there and screaming his name, she remembers the way his lips felt on all parts of her body - hell; it was possible last night was the best she’d ever had. She can’t stop the unnecessary grins. She just had sex with her best friend in the world and it was possibly the most turned on she’d ever been.
After 5 minutes he’s back in the room, shedding the dressing gown and climbing into the bed next to her, a wide smile on his face.
“We’re snowed in, and I phoned Leo… and the conference is cancelled…” he kissed her square on the mouth, his tongue duelling hers, “…the hotel staff think it’ll be at least twenty four hours before we can get back on the road - so we can spend the whole day in bed…”
She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing him again, feeling the warmth in the pit of her stomach increasing, and feeling him turning her on again.
“The whole day in bed, hmmm?” she asked, cocking her head slightly to one side, “And what do you think we should do about that?”
His arms are circling her, his body’s close to hers again, she can see how dark his eyes have turned, how fast his breathing suddenly is.
“Well, there’s only one thing I can think of to kill the time…”
Finis