Title: Nothing Else
Author: sandersyager
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing: Greg Sanders/Warrick Brown
Summary: 500 words about black shirts and building a life together.

The first time Greg kisses Warrick, he's wearing a soft black tee-shirt, sleeves long enough to cover half his hands, and the hem not quite reaching the waistband of jeans that are more worn patches of frayed denim than actual cloth. Warrick's fingers rest against warm skin where the shirt rises, and he keeps his eyes open the entire time. He can see the fine line of freckles across Greg's cheeks, long eyelashes making shadows against stubbornly pale skin. Greg kisses like he's not quite sure he believes Warrick wants this but like there's nothing else he'd rather be doing.

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They don't make it to their second date. Reservations are easy to forget in those first stages, when they're still prone to distraction, and Warrick's pretty sure that the way Greg's fingers tease his nipples through the black silk shirt qualifies as distraction. Everything between them is still so new, from the little sigh Greg gives when Warrick flicks his tongue just over the pulse at the side of his throat, to the friction that's too much and not enough at once as Greg grinds against him. Warrick thinks he's learning Greg, but he's learning himself in these moments, too.

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Warrick doesn't get out of bed for less than a bill. He also doesn't get up until the third time the alarm goes off. Most nights, Greg's showering by then, coffee's brewed and Warrick stumbles around until the caffeine kicks in. Other nights, when Greg's stuck in some bumblefuck town for a conference, Warrick wakes up on the first blast of music and sleeps with one of Greg's old black shirts tucked under his pillow and his phone next to the bed. He counts the hours until Greg comes home, realizing he's in deeper than he ever thought he'd be.

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Love does scary things to people. Apparently, so does buying a house. Greg's a nightmare, terrorizing each of the real estate agents Warrick contacts. The fourth one shows up with a severe bun, yellow power suit, black blouse, and the patience of a saint. When she leaves them to look around an aging ranch house, Greg cups his hand to Warrick's ear and whispers that she reminds him of a giant bumble bee. He spends the day making buzzing noises every time a house doesn't suit his taste, and Warrick wonders if they can really survive living together full time.

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Greg chases Warrick through the backyard maze of flowers, the rose bushes in bloom, and they laugh together, not sure who's caught whom in the sunset as they tumble down into the grass. Warrick closes his eyes, sliding his hands under the soft black tee shirt that Greg refuses to throw away even though it's starting to fall apart, even though he owns a hundred black shirts. He insists this one is special, and Warrick understands. Even more than that, he remembers, grateful that after five years together, Greg still kisses him like there's nothing else he'd rather be doing.