Title: 17 mai 2007
By: BflyW
Note: sequel to 17 mai.
Summary: It's been a year, Nick is helping Greg getting dressed.
Characters: Nick, Greg
Genres: romance
Rating: PG13

The calendar on the wall was decorated with a Norwegian flag drawn in red and blue roller pen. Lindsay did it a long time ago to make sure they remembered to celebrate the day, as they did last year.

Last years celebration had been thrown together last minute as Nick surprised Greg with wanting to continue Greg's traditions. It was more like they had started a new one than continue an old one, but it was nice. All their friends had come over, some had stayed longer than others, and they had all had a good time. Greg had done his best making Grandma Hojem's cake, and Nick had driven across most of Las Vegas to get the Norwegian Spekeskinke. He had not succeeded, but had ended up with a collection of Spanish Serrano Ham and Italian Parma. This year though they had started earlier and managed to get hold of the real Norwegian Ham.

Nick, prepared as always, was already dressed, but Greg was still struggling with his bunad.

"It's too tight," Greg pulled away from Nick's helping hands to loosen the straps around his legs.

"It's supposed to be tight, Greg." Nick objected while fighting with Greg for the dominance of Greg's bunad.

"Not this tight," Greg fought back and had the victory in sight.

"Stand up straight!" Nick had not given up yet. There was no way he would let Greg out of wearing this costume.

"I thought you loved me bent over," Greg flashed him an innocent smile to distract Nick from what they were doing.

"When we're having sex, Greg, not when I'm helping you getting dressed." Nick weren't that easily distracted.

"We could have sex." Puppy eyes were added to the smile, to increase the effect.

"No, we could not." Nick used force now to manually place Greg back in position to get dressed.

"Yes, we could!" It wasn't like Greg was about to give up yet.

"We're having guests in 45 minutes." Nick couldn't believe he had to remind Greg, when it's in fact his tradition... their, his.... that they were about to celebrate. Oh, wait, yes, he could believe that, it's Greg we're talking about here.

"We don't take that long!"

Nice try...No need to comment on that. Just raise one eyebrow.

"We don't have to take that long!" It's true!!! It usually takes longer, at least if you count that we're never are able to do it only once, and that we like to cuddle afterwards, but you know, if you have to, we can make it fast... I think... I could.. probably...

"Don't you want it to be good?" I can play his game....

"I can make it fast and good!" I'm always good!

"I know you could sweetheart, but we have food to prepare as well." Back to business. We do have guest coming, remember?

"Who cares about food, we have the marzipan cake, that's enough." Sex and cake! Yummy.

"For fifteen people?" The cake isn't even that good.

"Lindsey doesn't eat that much...." She isn't. She barely touches her food.

"But you eat for at least two." Or three....

"That's true." I do!

Greg straighten up letting Nick tying the leg straps again. He loved seeing Nick on his knees in front of him. Lazily he stroked his fingers through his hair, and .... Stop that thinking...

"We could order pizza." I need to give it one more try.

"On 17 Mai?" Has he gone mental?

"Why not?" Really, why not?

"Papa Olaf would turn in his grave." I can't believe he even suggested that!

"Right! Mention ONE person that has actually moved 6 feet under!" That's the stupidest argument I ever hear!

"..."

"Oh fuck!" FUCK'IT!

"Greg,..." Shit, don't let this ruin his mood. He was so cheerfull.

"No,God, fuck I'm so sorry!" God, I can't believe I said that. Me and my big mouth.

"That's okay." Baby, I know you didn't mean anything with it.

"No, I wasn't thinking." I would like to kick myself in the head. I'm so stupid!

"Greg, it's okay." Really baby, you didn't hurt me. "No, really it is!"

"..."

"Greg, it only means it's not at the front of your mind anymore. You're putting it behind you, just as you're supposed to do."

"..."

"Greg, really!"

"You sure?" He's too good to me.

"Absolutely. C'mere!" God, he feels so good in my arms. I don't know what I would have done without him. He's the reason I survived, doesn't he know that? Doesn't he know that if it weren't for the thought of losing him, I would have pulled that trigger? Doesn't he know that I live every day regretting that I had made up my mind to do it? That if they had found me 3 minutes later, it would have been to late and I would have failed him? Doesn't he know that I owe everything to him, that I want to spend the rest of my life with him, because when I was down there, it was the thought of him, and him alone that kept me sane?

"Greg..?" I love you so much.

"Hm." God, it's so good in his arms. I could stand here forever.

"You said people use their bunads in weddings?"

"Hm..ummm." Yup.

"So... you want to?"

"What?"

"Use it..." Please.

"Huh?"

"..in our wedding?" I want you so much.

"..."What?

"uhum.."

"What.... Wedding?"

"Ours... if you want to?" God... what if he doesn't want to?

"Oh, Mr Stokes, are you proposing to me?" Oh. My. God.

"I guess so." Yes I am, I am!!

"You guess so? You guess so? Like 5 minutes before our guests arrives?" Don't freak out!

"Thirty five minutes" He doesn't want to..... okay, pull it together!

"Same difference.... "

"So you don't want to then." Okay, no harm done. We're fine as we are, right?

"No,.."

"Okay..." Just continue what you were doing....

"No, oh for Christ sakes, I meant, No, I want to.... It's just..." God, he thinks I don't want to. I want to! I will!

"What?" WHAT?

"You couldn't come up with a better way to propose?" It was kind of a surprise you know, I would have expected a full evening of Mr. Romantic.

"Well, I didn't exactly plan to do it." I said it the moment I realized I wanted to, I should have planned it better.

"Oh.... so it was a mistake?" He didn't mean it!

"No, I mean, I wanted to. I have wanted to for a long time. I just hadn't planed to, you know... to do it yet....now" I have wanted to, I just didn't know...

"Oh,.." He wants to marry me!

"So...." So?

"So... I guess we're getting married then." I'm getting married! We're getting married!

"Why, Mr. Sanders, is that a yes?" He said yes! I think he said yes!

"Yes! Well kind of. Not that we can really do it, you know that, right?" We're getting married! God, how am I gonna concentrate on the guests tonight! We're getting married!

"Yeah, but still..." I don't need all that, I just need you! Forever.

"Yeah." I love this hug.

"Yeah." I could stand here forever.