3:38. When she awoke and peeked out, the alarm clock read 3:38 am. She had put Nicky on a case, solo; one that she thought could be taken care of during regular shift hours. But of course things took a wrong turn during the collection of evidence and now Nick was just getting in to her place.
He quietly padded into her room, so Cath decided to shut her eyes when he came to the bed. He leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. When she felt him sit down on the bed, she peeked back out to watch him.
Nick sat at the side of her bed, with his feet just touching the floor of her high bed. He must be exhausted, she thought, recalling how she had to call him in over an hour before shift began. She then watched him remove his shoes, slipping them under the bed. He took off one sock, then the other and put them beside him on the bed. He then unbuttoned the cuff buttons on his left sleeve and then his right. Nick then slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, starting at the top and quietly working his way down. She continued watching silently behind him.
After his shirt was unbuttoned, he pulled the tucked in part of it out of his pants. He removed his left arm from his sleeve, and then his right. Nick then set his shirt with his socks beside him on the bed.
Cath took in his strong, broad back. Very muscular. She noticed he had scratch marks on his left shoulder and a couple just under his hair line at the nape of his neck. She smiled to herself, remembering she had put those scratch marks there only a few days ago.
Nick then stood up and unbuckled his belt. He slowly pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants and put the belt on top of his shirt. His hands then moved to the top of his pants and he undid the button and then pulled down the zipper. He slipped his hands into the waist band of his loose pants and pushed them down to the floor. He lightly sat back down on the side of the bed and pulled the pants off his feet. He then set his pants with his collection of clothes.
After Nick stood back up, Catherine realized he was wearing the new pair of boxer-briefs she had bought him. She was very turned on by how great his ass looked in them instead of his usual boxers. Not that she didn't like his choice in underwear; it was just fun to mix things up, especially since she picked them out for him.
He then put his hands on the waist band of his boxer-briefs and slowly pulled them down, bending over to take his feet out of them. Just as he bent over, Catherine slipped her hand out from under the sheets and pinched his tight ass.
When he felt her touching him, he took his feet out of his underwear, turned around and smiled at her. He then leaned in, closely above her.
"I thought you were awake." He whispered to her and then leaned in even closer until his lips brushed hers and gave her an appreciative kiss.