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nickngregTitle: He Remembers
Rating: PG13
Summary: A one shot ficlet of what really happened after 'Who Shot Sherlock'
He Remembers
He wakes groggily, his tongue feels like carpet and he gingerly checks his head to make sure there isn’t an actual woodpecker there. He is sprawled naked on his bed, the sheets pushed to the floor at some point. He raises his head and surveys his apartment. Has a bomb gone off in here?
Slowly, he remembers.
He remembers the bile rising in his throat as he walked to Grissom’s office.
He remembers the feeling of sheer relief and hugs, kisses and handshakes.
He remembers drinking champagne.
He remembers everyone coming back to his place for more champagne, food and laughter.
He remembers Gil being the only one not too drunk to drive home.
He remembers giggling as they tried in vain to fit everyone in Grissom’s car.
He remembers someone offering to stay behind to help clean up.
He remembers beer and music.
He remembers lips and tongue and clashing of teeth.
He remembers hands and nails and clothes being torn.
He remembers thrusting and hearing his named screamed in orgasm.
He remembers coming like he never has before.
He turns and softly kisses the sleeping figure beside him.
He wonders what Nick will remember.
Rating: PG13
Summary: A one shot ficlet of what really happened after 'Who Shot Sherlock'
He Remembers
He wakes groggily, his tongue feels like carpet and he gingerly checks his head to make sure there isn’t an actual woodpecker there. He is sprawled naked on his bed, the sheets pushed to the floor at some point. He raises his head and surveys his apartment. Has a bomb gone off in here?
Slowly, he remembers.
He remembers the bile rising in his throat as he walked to Grissom’s office.
He remembers the feeling of sheer relief and hugs, kisses and handshakes.
He remembers drinking champagne.
He remembers everyone coming back to his place for more champagne, food and laughter.
He remembers Gil being the only one not too drunk to drive home.
He remembers giggling as they tried in vain to fit everyone in Grissom’s car.
He remembers someone offering to stay behind to help clean up.
He remembers beer and music.
He remembers lips and tongue and clashing of teeth.
He remembers hands and nails and clothes being torn.
He remembers thrusting and hearing his named screamed in orgasm.
He remembers coming like he never has before.
He turns and softly kisses the sleeping figure beside him.
He wonders what Nick will remember.
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