Omni Photo Prompt
Prompt
It's a quiet night. The kids were in bed and Nick was in his pajamas, flipping through a hundred and fifty TV channels. NBC, UPN, ESPN, CB-- ah, the History Channel. Nick smiles and gets comfortable on the couch. Just as a documentary about Russia comes on, he feels a light tapping on his shoulder.
"Hey baby, I want to show you something."
Nick arcs his neck back to see Carolina standing there behind him.
"Whatcha doin' upside down?" he teases. She chuckles and kisses his forehead.
"C'mon cowboy," she grins and starts walking backwards, motioning for him to follow with her index finger. Nick turns off the TV and hops over the back of the couch.
"Hey, where'd you go?"
"Nicky, we're going to be late," she'd already left the room, and Nick follows the sound of her voice into the hall and then into the kitchen.
"Carolee?" He looks around, finding her near the backdoor. “Are we going somewhere? Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” She kisses his cheek and takes his hand, leading them out to the backyard.
“But--“
“No buts. We’re going to be late.” She walks towards the back of the property, pulling Nick along.
“Baby, where are we going?” he asks again. He's curious, but he's also tired from work.
“You’ll see…” She keeps walking. Struggling to keep up, Nick notices that he can no longer recognize where they are. The view of the house was long gone, blocked by tall trees. He holds her hand tight, afraid to lose her in the darkness.
They stop. Carolina turns to look at Nick, holding both of his hands in hers. “Do you trust me, Nicky?”
“Of course I do,” he replies without hesitation. She steps closer to him, smiling in the dark. Nick smiles back at her and chuckles. “Now, can you please tell me what we’re doing out here? It’s late, and I’m cold.” It isn’t so much of a complaint than it is an excuse for him to hold her closer.
Putting her arms up around his neck, she pulls him in for a deep, long kiss. Literally taking his breath away, Carolina breaks the kiss, grinning.
“Wow,” he exclaims, as he takes a moment to breathe in the night air. “Out here? Really?” he asks as Carolina kisses along his neck.
“Um…no.” She smiles against his skin, chuckling lightly. Moving closer to his ear, she whispers, “Marry me.”
“What?” Confused, he pulls back a little to look at her. “Carolina, where is this coming from?”
“I love you,” she says quietly, looking into his eyes.
“I love you too," Nick brushes his hand against her cheek as he tries to figure out what the hell was going on. "But don't you think it's too soon? It's too soon, baby."
“I…I just…” she stutters before looking down at the ground. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Nick hugs her and kisses her cheek. “You’re not going to lose me. We don’t need to rush into this. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Please?” Her voice is small. She looks up into his eyes, tears forming in hers, “Please, Nicky?”
He stares into her green eyes, holding her there in the dark. “I…Carolee…”
“Please?” she's even quieter this time.
He searches her face for an explanation. Why was she doing this? This was crazy. It doesn’t make any sense. “Okay.” This was more than crazy, this was insane. Did I just say, ‘okay’? Slow. They were supposed to go slow. This wasn’t slow. This was quite the opposite of slow. Carolina smiles a huge smile, and before Nick can open his mouth to say another word, she's already tugging on his arm, and they're walking again.
"Look, Nick." She points to a building in the clearing.
"Hey, I've seen that before...I just can't remember..." He scratches his head trying to figure out where or when he'd seen it.
"It's a church," she giggles and is tugging on his arm again, leading them closer to the old wooden structure.
"Wait, what? We're getting married now?? In...that??" His voice squeaks, and a look of sheer confusion sweeps over his face as she pulls him into the building.
"Добро пожаловать," says a man at the door.
"Sorry, I don't know Russian," Nick replies. Russia! That's where he'd seen it before. It was in the opening credits of that documentary. This didn't make sense. Not one bit.
"Carolee?" he calls out. She had let go of his hand when they entered the church and is no where in sight.
"Ya tebya lyublyu, Nicholai," a voice says behind him.
He turns to see who it was. "Marita??" He stares at her, more confused than ever. "Have you seen Carolina?"
"Yes," she replies with a grin. "Want me to tell you where she is?"
"Um. Yeah." Forget that Marita had just appeared out of no where, Carolina was missing at the moment, and he needs to find her.
"First, you have to do something for me." She smirks and waves around a diamond studded dog leash.
"Huh?!?" Nick looks at her, then at the leash, and shakes his head. "You're nuts. You know that right?"
"I'm nuts?" she cackles. "Look at what you're wearing."
Nick looks down. His t-shirt was gone and so were his pants. He wasn't in the nude. No, being naked would have been better. Leather chaps. Assless. Oh, and a bowtie.
"What the fuck?!" He wasn't big on profanity, but there really wasn't anything else to say. Quickly, he hides behind a pew to cover his bare bottom.
*Crack!*
Nick feels a horrible stinging sensation on his back and spins around, angry. "Hey!!"
"Ya znal, chto naydu tebya." Standing there was Alex. Holding a whip with a smirk on his face. "Hello, Nicholas." He flicks the whip again, this time, leaving a mark on Nick's side.
"Hey, stop that!" Nick yells.
"Niiice," two female voices jeer simutaneously from behind him. Nick turns around, trying to cover as much of himself as possible.
"Sara?! Catherine?!"
"Ahem," Warrick chuckles. "Nice bow tie, man."
"What the HELL is going on?" Confused, frustrated, and just plain annoyed.
"You didn't think we were going to let you pull a Warrick and let you get married without us, did you?" quips Sara as she tries to get a peek of Nick's ass.
"C'mon, Nicky. Think a little," says Catherine with a grin.
"Has anyone seen Caro-LEE-na??" He yelps and turns to glare at Alex. "Would you quit that?!"
Alex shrugs nonchalantly and flicks his wrist again.
Nick winces and has to work to keep from screaming.
"Baby? What's wrong?" Nick looks up.
"Carolee?" She was back and holding his hand. "I'm so confused."
"It's okay, Nicky." She smiles and kisses him gently. "I like your tie."
Nick chuckles despite the craziness. Whatever was going on, it was going to be okay. He squeezes her hand. He isn't going to let her let go again.
"Let's go," she says softly, tugging on his arm again, this time leading them to the front of the church.
Trusting that this would make sense later, Nick follows her, smiling. They walk slowly down the aisle, and out of the corner of his eye, Nick spots Alex with his whip.
Alex flicks his wrist, only this time, Nick is ready and jumps out of range.
*Thud*
"Ow." He's lying flat on his back, on the floor next to the bed, staring at the ceiling. Reaching down to feel his leg, Nick sighs out of relief.
Cotton, not leather.
It's a quiet night. The kids were in bed and Nick was in his pajamas, flipping through a hundred and fifty TV channels. NBC, UPN, ESPN, CB-- ah, the History Channel. Nick smiles and gets comfortable on the couch. Just as a documentary about Russia comes on, he feels a light tapping on his shoulder.
"Hey baby, I want to show you something."
Nick arcs his neck back to see Carolina standing there behind him.
"Whatcha doin' upside down?" he teases. She chuckles and kisses his forehead.
"C'mon cowboy," she grins and starts walking backwards, motioning for him to follow with her index finger. Nick turns off the TV and hops over the back of the couch.
"Hey, where'd you go?"
"Nicky, we're going to be late," she'd already left the room, and Nick follows the sound of her voice into the hall and then into the kitchen.
"Carolee?" He looks around, finding her near the backdoor. “Are we going somewhere? Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” She kisses his cheek and takes his hand, leading them out to the backyard.
“But--“
“No buts. We’re going to be late.” She walks towards the back of the property, pulling Nick along.
“Baby, where are we going?” he asks again. He's curious, but he's also tired from work.
“You’ll see…” She keeps walking. Struggling to keep up, Nick notices that he can no longer recognize where they are. The view of the house was long gone, blocked by tall trees. He holds her hand tight, afraid to lose her in the darkness.
They stop. Carolina turns to look at Nick, holding both of his hands in hers. “Do you trust me, Nicky?”
“Of course I do,” he replies without hesitation. She steps closer to him, smiling in the dark. Nick smiles back at her and chuckles. “Now, can you please tell me what we’re doing out here? It’s late, and I’m cold.” It isn’t so much of a complaint than it is an excuse for him to hold her closer.
Putting her arms up around his neck, she pulls him in for a deep, long kiss. Literally taking his breath away, Carolina breaks the kiss, grinning.
“Wow,” he exclaims, as he takes a moment to breathe in the night air. “Out here? Really?” he asks as Carolina kisses along his neck.
“Um…no.” She smiles against his skin, chuckling lightly. Moving closer to his ear, she whispers, “Marry me.”
“What?” Confused, he pulls back a little to look at her. “Carolina, where is this coming from?”
“I love you,” she says quietly, looking into his eyes.
“I love you too," Nick brushes his hand against her cheek as he tries to figure out what the hell was going on. "But don't you think it's too soon? It's too soon, baby."
“I…I just…” she stutters before looking down at the ground. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Nick hugs her and kisses her cheek. “You’re not going to lose me. We don’t need to rush into this. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Please?” Her voice is small. She looks up into his eyes, tears forming in hers, “Please, Nicky?”
He stares into her green eyes, holding her there in the dark. “I…Carolee…”
“Please?” she's even quieter this time.
He searches her face for an explanation. Why was she doing this? This was crazy. It doesn’t make any sense. “Okay.” This was more than crazy, this was insane. Did I just say, ‘okay’? Slow. They were supposed to go slow. This wasn’t slow. This was quite the opposite of slow. Carolina smiles a huge smile, and before Nick can open his mouth to say another word, she's already tugging on his arm, and they're walking again.
"Look, Nick." She points to a building in the clearing.
"Hey, I've seen that before...I just can't remember..." He scratches his head trying to figure out where or when he'd seen it.
"It's a church," she giggles and is tugging on his arm again, leading them closer to the old wooden structure.
"Wait, what? We're getting married now?? In...that??" His voice squeaks, and a look of sheer confusion sweeps over his face as she pulls him into the building.
"Добро пожаловать," says a man at the door.
"Sorry, I don't know Russian," Nick replies. Russia! That's where he'd seen it before. It was in the opening credits of that documentary. This didn't make sense. Not one bit.
"Carolee?" he calls out. She had let go of his hand when they entered the church and is no where in sight.
"Ya tebya lyublyu, Nicholai," a voice says behind him.
He turns to see who it was. "Marita??" He stares at her, more confused than ever. "Have you seen Carolina?"
"Yes," she replies with a grin. "Want me to tell you where she is?"
"Um. Yeah." Forget that Marita had just appeared out of no where, Carolina was missing at the moment, and he needs to find her.
"First, you have to do something for me." She smirks and waves around a diamond studded dog leash.
"Huh?!?" Nick looks at her, then at the leash, and shakes his head. "You're nuts. You know that right?"
"I'm nuts?" she cackles. "Look at what you're wearing."
Nick looks down. His t-shirt was gone and so were his pants. He wasn't in the nude. No, being naked would have been better. Leather chaps. Assless. Oh, and a bowtie.
"What the fuck?!" He wasn't big on profanity, but there really wasn't anything else to say. Quickly, he hides behind a pew to cover his bare bottom.
*Crack!*
Nick feels a horrible stinging sensation on his back and spins around, angry. "Hey!!"
"Ya znal, chto naydu tebya." Standing there was Alex. Holding a whip with a smirk on his face. "Hello, Nicholas." He flicks the whip again, this time, leaving a mark on Nick's side.
"Hey, stop that!" Nick yells.
"Niiice," two female voices jeer simutaneously from behind him. Nick turns around, trying to cover as much of himself as possible.
"Sara?! Catherine?!"
"Ahem," Warrick chuckles. "Nice bow tie, man."
"What the HELL is going on?" Confused, frustrated, and just plain annoyed.
"You didn't think we were going to let you pull a Warrick and let you get married without us, did you?" quips Sara as she tries to get a peek of Nick's ass.
"C'mon, Nicky. Think a little," says Catherine with a grin.
"Has anyone seen Caro-LEE-na??" He yelps and turns to glare at Alex. "Would you quit that?!"
Alex shrugs nonchalantly and flicks his wrist again.
Nick winces and has to work to keep from screaming.
"Baby? What's wrong?" Nick looks up.
"Carolee?" She was back and holding his hand. "I'm so confused."
"It's okay, Nicky." She smiles and kisses him gently. "I like your tie."
Nick chuckles despite the craziness. Whatever was going on, it was going to be okay. He squeezes her hand. He isn't going to let her let go again.
"Let's go," she says softly, tugging on his arm again, this time leading them to the front of the church.
Trusting that this would make sense later, Nick follows her, smiling. They walk slowly down the aisle, and out of the corner of his eye, Nick spots Alex with his whip.
Alex flicks his wrist, only this time, Nick is ready and jumps out of range.
*Thud*
"Ow." He's lying flat on his back, on the floor next to the bed, staring at the ceiling. Reaching down to feel his leg, Nick sighs out of relief.
Cotton, not leather.