Title: Walk In On Me (2/2)
Summary: Nikki gatecrashes the men's showers.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Nikki
Warning(s): Non-explicit nudity, brief foreplay(?)
Notes: Sorry for the delay! I wrote another version on the laptop, but my sister is using it and I had to write this chapter from scratch on the desktop. Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews! I watched 'Safe' to get an accurate description of the changing area/showers, but I have to say I got sidetracked watching Harry strip.

'And Harry Cunningham walked in.'

Harry Cunningham sighed as he removed his gloves and apron. Making his way towards the sink at the side of the cutting room, he washed his hands clean with soap. It had been a routine autopsy, the victim had died of multiple stab wounds, yet he could not precisely identify the murder weapon. It was most probably a machete of some sort, but not of the South American kind.

Deciding not to dwell on it for the moment, Harry left the cutting room. DCI Bob Mumford was in charge of the case, and it irritated Harry to no end that he would have to work with him for the next few days. Stopping by at the lockers first, Harry retrieved his toiletries before walking down the hallway towards the men's showers.

As he made his way, his mind wandered towards Nikki. Harry wondered whether she had returned from her crime scene, he was thinking of asking her out to the pub for a round of drinks later tonight. Passing the women's showers, Harry briefly thought of poking his head in to see if Nikki was there, but decided against it. He wanted their friendship to be so much more, but knew that she would never feel the same away.

Besides, he had his chance all those years ago, when he kissed her in the pub during the conference. Sadly, Harry blew it. The reappearance of Penny had shaken him to the core, yet in hindsight, he knew he should have not treated Nikki the way he did then. Their friendship had somehow survived, becoming stronger until they were each other's best friend, and nothing more.

Stopping outside the door to the changing area, Harry leaned his forehead against the cool wood. How he wished he could turn back time! He would have reacted better towards Penny's death, and not push away the one person that cared him the most, the love of his life, Nikki. Sighing once more, Harry pushed the door open, and walked in.

The sight that greeted him left him speechless and made his brain work into overdrive. Right in front of him stood Nikki Alexander, completely naked and holding her mobile to her ear.

Nikki was completely nude.

Against his own will, Harry's eyes started to wander down Nikki's body. His gaze lingered on her breasts, his pupils dilating at the sight of her nipples. As his eyes travelled lower down, Harry gulped, breathing rapidly as he noticed her blonde curls. A small smirk started to ghost his lips, his head nodding appreciatively.

Harry suddenly came to his senses with an electrifying jolt, this was Nikki he was staring longingly at like some hormonal teenager. His brain was slower to react. After Harry finally managed to tear his eyes from Nikki, he realised he should leave the room and turned on his heels to do so, squeaking out.

"I'm sorry!"

Before crashing face first into the door. "Owww," Harry mumbled, before turning around to face Nikki again, clutching his nose in pain.

Seeing Harry in pain sprung Nikki into action, and shook out of her stupor. Her mobile slipped out of her hands, and fell with a thud onto the floor. She hurried towards Harry, concern in her eyes. "Are you alright Harry?" she asked, her mind suddenly oblivious to the fact that she was nude.

As she crossed the changing area, she could see Harry's eyes widen in alarm, and he instinctively put his arms up, trying to ward her away. "Nikki, please…" Harry groaned, "You're… severely underdressed." Nikki rolled her eyes at this. "Obviously," she retorted, ignoring his plea and approached him. "How bad is it Harry?" she asked, "Please say you don't suspect it's broken."

Harry groaned again as Nikki's breasts swayed in front of him. He moved his gaze away quickly, and focused it on her eyes instead. "It's nothing Nikki," he managed to say out, watching as her brows furrowed while she stared at his own eyes intently. It took all of his willpower not to have her there and then; Nikki wasn't helping either by insisting on being that close to him without a scrap of clothing on.

"Nikki…" he breathed out, "Please." He could feel his resolve wavering, there was that stirring in his loins, and Harry needed Nikki to move before he did something that he would later regret.

Finally, Nikki realised that she was indeed naked in front of Harry, and only a few inches were separating them. A furious blush started to creep up her cheeks, and she looked away. Mind you, throughout her stupor when he walked into the room, Nikki had still been aware of Harry's eyes raking down her body, yet she discovered that she did not mind a single bit. Her first reaction in her head had been of complete embarrassment, yet when she noticed that Harry seemed to be much of stupor as she was, her mind went quiet.

Then she realised that Harry was reacting towards her. The tent in his trousers seemed to be a big indication, and she could see it was getting more pronounced by the second. A smirk made her way to her lips, and a devious plan crept into her mind. She gave a blinding grin towards Harry, and he briefly wondered what she was up to.

However, all coherent thought flew out of his mind as Nikki moved her face toward his, a predatory smile now gracing her features. Harry's breath hitched, he could feel her breath on his skin, and he could smell her scent that was so distinctively Nikki. She moved again, this time her mouth moving towards his ear, and he had to strain to listen to her soft whisper over the pounding of blood in his ears.

"Like what you see?"

Before Harry could respond, Nikki's hand moved to cup him, and he gasped. A huge smirk on her face, Nikki moved away from him and walked back towards the showers. Harry's eyes roamed towards her tush, his mind trying to comprehend what had just really happened between him and Nikki. As Nikki stepped through the frosted door, she turned towards Harry and said.

"Because I did."

*

At his crime scene, Leo grinned as he listened in. Nikki's mobile might have dropped to the floor, but it had not disconnected his call. Shaking his head in amazement, Leo ended the call before returning to his work. 'Finally!' was his last thought towards his two younger colleagues.

This is as far I would go to writing smut. I admit I read them, but writing them is an entirely different matter. I think I'll end it here, before I lag it too much. As mentioned earlier, I had written another (incomplete) version, but I think I like this much better. Cheers. Oh by the way, Happy Guy Fawkes Night!