DATE: March 2007
TITLE: Managing
AUTHOR: losingntrnslatn (Jennifer, LosingInTranslation)
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own anything associated with the show… I
just like playing with the characters in it from time to time. Dance Monkeys!
Dance!
RATING: M - Mature (language, sexual situations, adult subject
matter)
PAIRINGS: Nick-Mandy
SPOILERS: I don’t know about spoilers, but this is spawned
from that scene in Happenstance (07.08)
SUMMARY: A little bit of good clean fun-… Or something like that. Nick-Mandy
A/N: This story is the result of two things, and both relate
to mingsmommy’s
story “Dirty
Laundry.” First, well, that story was hot. And second, my beta had a
conversation with her that basically resulted in her saying she had a challenge
to create more “Washing Machine Sex” Fics. And let’s
face it, I never could turn down a chance to write
smut. So, all blame for this fic (and the other one I
have bouncing around in my head) rests on those two.
REVIEWS/COMMENTS: These are the way I know if
people are enjoying the work or not. So, if you leave one, THANKS! And if not,
I hope you found at least a little something to brighten your day, and thanks
for taking the time to read.
Managing
Nick sat
up in bed, let out a yawn that started in his toes and tried to clear the
cobwebs from his sleep fuzzied brain. He rolled his
head all the way around as he stretched out his neck. Another yawn threatened
to break through as he stumbled to his feet. The sound that erupted from his
throat was enough to wake the dead. As he walked out into the living room he
scratched at his newly shaved head and fought yet another yawn.
The first
thing that came into focus in his mind was the fact that he could hear the
water running. When he turned in the direction of the sound, the yawn he had
been fighting won out, and the growl that came with it announced to the world
that he was awake.
“Damn,
Stokes… You make a lot of racket when you wake up.” Nick rounded the corner
into the utility room to find the source of the water and the voice.
What he
found was more than enough to wake the last vestiges of his sleepy brain.
Standing in front of the small laundry sink was a leggy vision wearing nothing,
save for one of his t-shirts. She was busy wringing something out in the sink
when Nick moved in to stand behind her. He peered over her shoulder to see what
she had been doing as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Whatcha doin’?”
He felt
the smile that spread over her face when he rested his cheek against hers and
got a better view of the garments she was washing. “We’ve got to figure out how
to manage this whole after shift thing.” He gave her a puzzled expression and
she sighed, “Well… I can’t exactly go home wearing this.” She looked down at
the ratty t-shirt she wore. “So, I needed to wash some of the clothes that’ve gotten scattered throughout your place this week.”
Nick
smirked at the reason for her clothing crisis. In fact, the many and varied
heated exchanges that occurred within those walls over the previous week were
the primary reason he had slept so late. “I don’t know… I think you could pull
it off.” He reached up and pulled her long, thick, dark hair away from her
shoulder and moved in to kiss down the line of her supple neck. “Or… I could
pull it off.”
She
leaned into the touch of his lips and whimpered, “Ni-ick…
I’m gonna be late for work if I don’t get this done
now.”
He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and
sighed. “Okay, fine… But you owe me, Webster.”
Nick
turned around and put some distance between them as she finished rinsing out
the rest of her underwear. He stood in the doorway and watched her carefully
hang each garment onto a hangar she had retrieved from his closet. Mandy took
the same great care with each of those items as she did with each and every
print-lift he ever watched her process over the years. Her long, nimble fingers
delicately treated each scrap of satin with tender loving care. The whole scene
was doing a good job of not only waking him up, but also his libido.
Looking
around for some other kind of distraction, he noticed that she had piled up her
jeans on top of the washing machine. Laundry was as good a distraction as any,
so he pushed off from the door jamb and moved to pick up the pile of clothes.
“Did you get everything out of the pockets already?”
Mandy
looked up from her task to see Nick with her jeans tucked under his arm as he
lifted the lid to the washing machine. Seeing him standing there in nothing but
his undershorts with her pants in his hands was doing a real number on her
hormones. Since they had started dating, the last thing she ever imagined would
turn her on was Nick being domestic, but it was just so cute to watch him
trying to help her with the laundry. She suddenly realized that he was still
staring at her and waiting for an answer to his question. “Oh… Um, yeah… I got everything ready while I was waiting for you
to wake up.” She turned back away from his endearing grin and added, “I wasn’t
sure how loud the machine was, and you kinda needed
the sleep.”
“Very
kind of you…” He suddenly realized that there were a couple pairs of his jeans in
the pile as well. “Hey, you put mine in here, too?”
With a
shrug of her shoulders, Mandy said, “Well… They were just laying
in the floor, and that way it was a full load. Besides…
That one pair is my fault.”
Nick
fought back the smile that tried to spread over his face as he thought about
the reason his jeans had been thrown onto the table where their dinner had been
sitting. “Fair enough… But you really didn’t have to do that.”
“Then
don’t even look at the stuff on your coffee table.” He gave her a squinted
glare and she explained, “They were in the washing machine, so I had to dry
them. And since I was waiting for these to finish soaking, I went ahead and
folded them.”
He
stuffed the last of the jeans into the washer, dumped in some detergent and threw
in a fabric softener ball before he went back to her side. “Thank you, but you
still didn’t need to do that.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled
her slightly away from the sink, forcing her head to loll to the side and
giving him access to her neck for a kiss. “How about I get us some breakfast
going?”
“Mmmmm… ‘K.” He knew that if he stayed at her neck for even
a moment longer, they were going to forget about the laundry and breakfast
altogether.
Walking
through the living room, he found the shirts folded on the coffee table and
grabbed one. Nick slipped the t-shirt on as he went into the kitchen. He was
about to start the coffee when the machine beeped at him, telling him a fresh
pot was ready to go. Nick smirked at the machine and reached up for a couple of
mugs. It was obvious to him that Mandy was definitely an early riser.
After he
poured the coffee into the mugs, he grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured
just a tiny bit into hers before he dumped a couple teaspoons of sugar into
both cups. He sipped at his before picking up the other cup and carried it to
the utility room.
When he
reached the doorway, he was once again captivated by the care she took with
each article of clothing. As Mandy reached back into the sink to begin removing
the excess water from one of her dangerously feminine bras, Nick was lost in
the image. He could remember exactly the way the lace felt under his searching
fingers the morning before, the way the skin below the delicate fabric reacted
to his touch, and the little whimpers that slipped from her lips as his fingers
dragged over her nipples.
He
silently moved forward with all of those images in his mind. And just as he was
about to lean in and kiss her shoulder, Mandy stepped back and immediately
jumped with fright. “AHHHH!!!”
Too late
to do anything about it, Nick realized his error and cringed as the hot coffee
from both mugs was dumped all over him. “DAMNIT!”
“Oh god!
Are you okay?!” Mandy spun around as some of the coffee splashed on her as
well.
Nick just
stood there with two mostly over-turned coffee cups in his hands and his entire
front covered in the spilled liquid. He gritted his teeth and took in a deep
breath that he held.
“Nick… I
am sooooo sorry. But I didn’t hear you come in with
the washer going, and didn’t know you were there when I stepped back, and…” She stopped when she realized he had still not
said a word. “Nick?”
He
answered in a tense voice, still holding onto his breath. “Yeah.”
“You okay?”
She bit her bottom lip with tremendous anxiety as she waited for him to answer.
He looked
down at the mess on his floor and his clothes, expelled the breath in a rush
and then peered into the cup that had been meant for Mandy. Only a little had
spilled from that mug, so he knew that he was covered with the contents of his
own cup. “Other than probably having some interesting burns and standing in a
puddle of my own coffee? Yeah, I’m just grand.”
She
reached out to take the cups from him, but Nick stopped her. He handed her the
mug that had been meant for her, and said, “Your coffee.”
Mandy
looked down into the mug to not only find coffee still in the cup, but that he
had remembered to put milk in it. “Sugar, too?” He nodded with his lips pursed
together in frustration. “Awwww…” She twisted around
to put the mug down on the dryer, and then turned her attention back to Nick.
“Here, let me help you with that.” She took the other mug and set it down next
to hers, then turned back and instantly reached out for the hem of his t-shirt.
He reluctantly allowed her to lift the shirt over his head, but he still could
not believe his bad luck; his romantic gesture had turned into a comical farce
in an instant.
Once she
had the shirt in her hands she brought it to the sink and started rinsing out
the coffee, in the hopes of preventing a stain. Nick watched as she carefully
worked on his t-shirt, and wondered why she was trying to save a shirt that was
not worth the effort. “Mandy?”
“If I
rinse it out now, it might not stain at all. Do you have any pre-treating
spray?”
“Mandy?”
“It’s okay, I can just use the detergent to pre-treat the spots.”
Nick’s demeanor changed as he watched her desperately working to erase the
traces of the spilled coffee. The fact that she was also bent over the sink
dunking and wringing the shirt was causing more than his demeanor to change.
Especially when he realized that she was not wearing anything other than his
t-shirt as the curve of her bottom peeked at him from below the hem. “And I
think there’s some dark colored towels in the hamper over there, if you want to
hand me one so I can get the stuff off the-” He had heard enough at that point,
and moved forward to wrap his arms around Mandy, stopping her from doing
anything other than straightening up into his chest.
“Your
shirt is dirty, too…” His mouth was resting alongside her ear when he breathed,
“I think we need to take it off.” She gasped at the husk in his voice and the
feel of his body pressed into hers.
“Mmmm hmmm.” His hands slowly made their way
to the bottom of the shirt, where he wrapped it in fingers as he pulled it over
her hips and all the way up her sides. Her arms lifted of their own volition as
he continued to remove the soft cotton from her body.
As the
shirt rose up along her arms Nick brought his lips to the side of her arm and
kissed the newly exposed skin near her shoulder. Once the shirt was finally
whisked away from her arms, Nick tossed it into the sink with the other one.
With one arm lowered in his grasp to rest at her side, Mandy brought the other
one down to lay on his neck behind her. Nick leaned down and began to trail
heated kisses over her bare shoulder. When his lips made their way up her neck,
she tilted her head the other way, giving him full access. As he reached her
ear he whispered, “Did you get burned?”
Mandy
slowly moaned in answer, “Not with coffee.” That brought a satisfied smirk to
Nick’s mouth.
He
renewed his assault on her neck as his hands made their way up from her hips
until he had one arm wrapped all the way around her middle, as the other
reached up to bring her other arm down to her side. When she lowered the arm at
his urging, Nick trailed the backs of his fingers down the length of the
underside of it.
Once both
arms had been lowered, Nick turned Mandy around in his grasp. He was done with
being restricted to her neck and shoulder. As soon as her lips were within
reach he captured them with his in a completely anaerobic kiss. Nick’s arms
gripped her body and brought it to bear against his to share in the heat that
was pouring off of him. What he found as their skin met was that her own heat easily rivaled his.
When he
finally released her mouth, they were both breathless and their chests heaved with
the effort to take in more air. With her breasts pressed into his flesh, he
became aware of another source of heat as he felt the tension building beneath
his shorts. But when she lurched forward with her pelvis grinding into him, he
was unable to stop the groan that erupted from his throat.
Mandy
took advantage of his loss of control to lean in, and then began to run her
tongue along the shell of his ear. With his balance thrown off, she was then
able to kiss down along his neck, reaching the bend at his shoulder before Nick
was finally able to regain the upper hand by reaching down to lift her up with
one hand planted firmly on her ass. The surprised yelp that escaped had her
holding onto his shoulders for fear of falling, and because she was definitely
interested in seeing where this move was to take them.
He was
about to set her on the dryer, but when he looked over the shoulder he was
ravaging in that moment he spotted the two coffee cups. That was one mistake he
was certainly not interested in repeating.
With a
grunt of exertion he had not planned on making, Nick lifted her up again to
move further down the line. That time she brought her legs up to wrap around
his waist and pulled herself up along his length by
draping her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. The move did not go
unnoticed, especially once he realized that the maneuver had given him
unrestrained access to her breasts.
Mandy
instantly felt his hot breath wash over her chest, but the sensation of his
mouth on the bare skin over her heart caused her to throw her head back in the
delicious feel of his swollen lips on her flesh. It was her turn to moan as his
mouth closed around one of her nipples.
She
became lost in the deep, burning feelings of arousal caused by his hands gripping
her bottom and pulling her against him, as well as his lips and tongue as they
paid tribute to her breasts. So lost, that she was taken by complete surprise
when he pushed her onto the running washing machine. The feel of the cold metal
on her skin was in direct opposition to the heat Nick was generating throughout
her body with his amazing touch.
With her
weight resting on the washing machine, Nick was finally able to release the
pressure building in his shorts by quickly shrugging them down the length of
his legs, until he could kick them off. He smiled against her chest as he
realized that they had done a really good job of adding to the laundry crisis.
He tilted his head back up to capture her lips once more in a molten kiss that
went a long way to build up even more steam in the throbbing that emanated from
his groin.
Nick ran
his hands up and down the outside of her thighs, feeling the slickness of her
skin against his warm palms. When he started to kiss back down her neck, his
hands wound their way over the top of her thighs and down into the junction. He
could feel her panting gasps over his ear as his thumb grazed over the nub at
her center. But when he ran his finger through her folds the whimpers she
released stepped up the pulsing sensations between his legs and made him twitch
with arousal.
He was
about to continue his exploration of her folds when he felt her arms leave his
shoulders. As he looked up, he found that she was reaching for something over
on the dryer. His confused look was met with a breathy giggle as she said,
“Condom… Took it out of your pants pocket.”
His sly
grin was only erased when he took hold of her mouth once more as he reached out
for the condom wrapper. Before he could even think about doing anything with
the item, Mandy took it from his hand and made quick work of the foil wrapper.
She moved with a speed and intricacy that surprised even him, and within
moments he felt the thrill of her nimble fingers sheathing him within the
latex.
Taking
his time was not going to be an option as she wrapped her legs around him once
more, and pulled him in. It was only through fast thinking that he was able to
hold her back just enough to bring himself into position. He brought his mouth
up to her ear and growled as she dug her fingers into his shoulders, urging him
forward. Nick answered her pleading by pressing himself to the brink. He tried
to verbalize what he was feeling, but the lack of blood flowing to his brain at
that point made it virtually impossible. Instead, he kissed the space below her
ear, wrapped his arms around her, and bringing her down as he thrust forward.
When she arched into him and cried out at the same moment, he wore a satisfied
smile.
She held
him as tightly as she could, rocking into every stroke, and relishing in the
feeling of completeness. Nick slowly moved within her walls, making her ascend
into total bliss with each perilously slow thrust. When he finally started to
increase the speed and force, Mandy thought for sure she was going over the edge,
but that was when the machine started to gyrate with them as it entered the
agitation cycle.
Pressed
into the machine as he thrust into her, it was the most amazing sensation she
had ever experienced. Sex with someone like Nick was always better than the
substitution, but adding the vibration of the washer was absolutely blowing her
mind.
As the
machine picked up speed, so did Nick. It was almost as though he knew what he
was doing. It was not long until her walls were clamping down around him, straining
to keep him within them as she climaxed harder than she could remember having
done before. When he finally arched his back and slammed into her one last
time, she knew he was just as physically spent.
After
resting her back onto the edge of the machine, and a few moments of heavy
breathing on both of their parts, Nick was finally able to move off of her.
When his hands pulled away from the washer where he had kept them for leverage,
the lid popped from the release of pressure. That little vibration made her
nearly come unglued as it passed through her cheeks.
Nick put
a hand on her leg when he saw her jump and kissed her jaw when he asked, “You
okay?”
She
heaved a tired breath and chuckled, “Oh yeah…” She brought her watch into view and
then added, “But I think we’re gonna be really late
for work now.”
Nick took her into his arms again to help her down from the washer when he winked and said, “Maybe we should just call in… After all…we still have the spin cycle.”