Title: You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Nick Stokes
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 5, Memory
Author's Note: Post-ep for the S11 CSI: Vegas episode "Cello and Goodbye," and a sequel to the Greg/Nick fic "Walk Into the Future." Completely unrelated to the other Greg/Nick series that I write.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Nick Stokes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Nick leaned back against the comfortable cushions of his living room couch, sighing contentedly. He and Greg had just watched a movie, though he couldn't remember a thing about it. All he'd been able to think about was how good it felt to have Greg in his arms.

He'd missed this so much during the time they'd been apart, just being able to hold the man he loved and knowing that Greg wanted to be here with him.

There were no words to describe how grateful he was that they were together again.

True, they still hadn't had sex, but that was coming. He didn't doubt that there would b a day when that last wall would be broken down, and Greg would turn to him for physical satisfaction. He could wait. He wasn't going to push Greg for what he wasn't ready to give.

Really, he was happy just to be here with Greg, the two of them reclining on the couch, their arms around each other, comfortable in their embrace. He hadn't thought that they would be like this again for a very long time, but Greg was surprising him.

He knew that Greg still thought about Jonah, and he didn't blame his boyfriend for that. It was always hard to let go of someone you'd loved; he understood that all too well.

But Jonah was just a memory, and he also knew that you couldn't put your arms around a memory, and it couldn't keep you warm at night and make you happy.

Greg stirred in his arms, resting his head against Nick's shoulder and tightening his arms around the older man's waist. "I don't think I want to move from this couch," he murmured sleepily. "Do you think we could sleep here? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty comfortable."

"Yeah, but you won't be comfortable in the morning when we wake up here and you've got a crick in your neck, and you're all cramped from sleeping in a weird position," Nick told him with a laugh. "We should go to bed, babe. Come on, it's only a few steps down the hall."

Greg looked petulant, then sighed and slowly sat up, running a hand through his hair.

Nick's heart seemed to skip a beat, his breath catching in his throat. No matter what other sights he might see in his lifetime, none of them would be as beautiful as this.

As he got to his feet and held his hand out to help Greg get up, he sent a quick thanks to whatever deity had seen fit to bring Greg back to him. He was glad that he hadn't been reduced to being only a memory for Greg, and that they had a lifetime together to make their own memories.

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