Title: Birthday Gift for Nick
By: BflyW
Summary: Greg is asking for a wish list.
Characters: Nick, Greg
Genres: romance
Rating: PG
Warnings: none

He is demanding a list. Says I don't get a birthday gift if I don't give it to him. He hates picking out gifts, I know that, and I really would like to help him out a little. It is just that a list of what I wish for, that is not possible to give him, because I already have it all. Everything I need is stretched out next to me in the bed. Spread across the sheets, taking up 70% of the space, giving me just a small corner of the mattress to sleep on. I don't care, because even if he rolls over to the other side of the bed, I would follow just to be near him. I want to be close to him in my sleep, and always in his embrace. That is what I need, and that is what I have. I wonder if he knows that.

I wonder if he know just how much he means for me?

Sure he knows I like making love to him. Hey, like? I even love it! And it is making love. Sure we have sex! Hot and juicy sex, great sex! But most of all it is love. I think he knows thought. It reflexes his eyes when he refuses to look away as he comes. The way his face is flushed when he reaches orgasm. The way he breathe when I spread gentle kiss in the corner of his neck, at that very sensitive spot only I know about. The way I can make him tremble by touching him lightly with one finger in that very same spot at work, as a promise to give him more when we get home. Home that is what it is. Home isn't a house, home is a person. Wow, when did this happen? He is sneaky, the way he has gotten under my skin. Home equal Greg Sanders, who could have guessed?

So now I know what I want.

I kiss him on the neck; caress him until he gently moves. Touching his spot and watch him stirs. He makes a noise and slowly opens his eyes.

"Do I have to get up already?" he asks.

"No," I say, "but I have figured out what I want for my birthday".

"What?" He says, still not completely awake.

"You," I say. "Come with me and pick out a gold band for us to wear. I know we can't get married by law, but we can give our self to each other never the less. What a better gift can I wish for than to promise you to be with you, and love you, for the rest of my life?"