Title: Just the Two of Us
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: 3, csi50 Prompt: 31, Us
Author's Note: Continuation of Don't Stop Swaying.
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 Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh, closing his eyes and pushing his plate away. "If I eat another bite, I'll have to diet for the next two weeks to make up for this," he mock-groaned. "I think I'm too full to get up from this chair. You'll have to carry me, Ry."

Ryan raised an eyebrow as he got up from the table, reaching for their plates to carry them into the kitchen. He wasn't going to worry about getting the dishes done now; he'd put them into the dishwasher in the morning. Mundane concerns weren't part of a romantic evening.

"I think you can manage to walk by yourself," he said with a grin, glancing back over his shoulder as he carried their plates to the sink. "Just to the couch, anyway. I hope you're up for cuddling on the couch and talking for a while. Don't want to go to bed right after we eat."

He could hear Greg's soft laughter from the living room a moment later; apparently, his boyfriend had done as he'd suggested and gone to sit on the couch. At least he hadn't been incapacitated by dinner and could still manage to walk, Ryan told himself, unable to keep back a smile.

Coming back into the living room, he moved to the couch, sitting down beside Greg and holding out his arms to his boyfriend. Within seconds, Greg was in his arms, his head resting against Ryan's shoulder, the two of them wrapped in a warm embrace.

"I've wanted to have a night like this for a long time," Ryan murmured, ruffling Greg's hair. "Now that all the trouble with Santos is over, I think we need this. A night for just the two of us, with no problems and no interruptions. And it's just beginning."

Greg laid a hand on Ryan's chest, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly. "I wish we could just stay here and never have to worry about the outside world ever again. Just you and me and Wolfie." He opened his eyes, lifting his head to look at Ryan and sighing again. "But we can't."

"No, we can't," Ryan agreed, his gaze meeting Greg's. "I wish we could do that too, babe. But we've got responsibilities that we can't turn our backs on. And honestly, I don't think either of us would want to do that. I think we do a lot of good at the crime lab."

"Yeah, I know we do," Greg said, nodding. "But still .... there are times when we need to get away from all that, and just be the two of us, without any ties to the lab or to anything about it. We can't live our jobs, Ry. I've seen too many people do that, and get sucked up in it."

"So have I." Ryan nodded ruefully, agreeing with Greg. "I don't want to end up like that, just living for my job and nothing else. Because in the end, it isn't a job that's going to make you happy, or keep you warm at night. It's sad that a lot of people can't seem to figure that out."

"I'm just glad we have," Greg said softly, raising a hand to stroke gentle fingertips down Ryan's cheek. "I was starting to feel like I'd have to be content to just focus on my job and forget about having any kind of a meaningful relationship in my life -- until you came along."

Ryan took Greg's hand in his, pressing his boyfriend's fingers against his lips and kissing his fingertips. "I'd thought the same thing -- until that day I walked into our office and saw you for the first time. I think I knew then and there that you were the one for me."

"I had given up on the idea of me ever being us," Greg murmured, leaning more closely into Ryan's embrace. "But I didn't count on somebody coming into my life who'd be everything I could possibly ever want in a man. You kind of took me by surprise."

"But it was a good surprise, right?" Ryan asked with a laugh as he hugged Greg closer against him. "I was taken by surprise, too. I'd been so sure that I was going to start a whole new life here in Vegas -- you know, find myself and all that. I hadn't counted on finding a relationship."

"You aren't sorry that you did, are you?" Greg asked, his voice hitching slightly in his throat. "I mean .... I know you love me, Ry. I know you feel like we belong together. I feel the same way. I just don't want you to ever have any regrets about not having time to be on your own in Vegas."

"If I'd been on my own, I might have picked up some bad habits from the past," Ryan told him, shaking his head. "No, Greg, I don't have a single regret. I'm happy with you, and I want it to be just the two of us for the rest of our lives. Well, the two of us and Wolfie, that is."

Greg laughed softly, nodding. "Yeah, we can't forget him, can we? He thinks he's the most important member of the family. Even though I have to admit, he is pretty important." He looked anxious for a moment. "I hope he's doing okay in the other apartment."

"He is," Ryan assured his boyfriend with a smile. "He's used to staying by himself when we're at work, y'know. And he's turning out to be a pretty good guard dog, I think. If anybody he didn't know tried to get into either place, he'd tear into them."

"We're spending our romantic evening talking about the dog," Greg murmured, winding his arms around Ryan's neck. "Isn't that kind of silly? We should be taking this time to concentrate on ourselves, and on the rest of our evening together."

"You're right," Ryan said softly, bowing his head to brush a gentle kiss across Greg's lips. Within a few seconds, the kiss had deepened, their tongues darting and teasing, tasting, promising more to come whenever they decided that they were ready for it.

When they finally broke the kiss, Greg rested his forehead against Ryan's closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. Ryan ran a hand down his back, loving how that slender body felt in his arms, telling himself that their night of romance and passion had only begun.

They had the rest of the evening, and all through the night, to be together, to lose themselves in each other time and time again. He could immerse himself in Greg, get lost in making love to the man he loved, and fall asleep with Greg in his arms.

He would wake in the morning next to Greg -- and he had no doubt that their lovemaking would continue then. Yes, this romantic evening had been just what they needed to bring them even closer together than they already were, to stoke the flames of their passion for each other.

"What do you say we head to the bedroom for the rest of the evening?" he whispered into Greg's ear, gently nibbling at his lover's earlobe. "I want to undress you and make love to you -- as many times as we can both go before we're too tired to take any more."

"That sounds like the perfect ending to a very romantic evening," Greg told him, his voice soft and husky, but carrying an undertone of excitement. "I think we should make our way to the bedroom now and .... do whatever comes naturally."

"I couldn't agree more," Ryan whispered, sliding an arm around Greg's waist and turning to head down the hallway towards their bedroom. He couldn't wait for the next part of their evening to begin -- and judging by the quickness of his footsteps, neither could his boyfriend.

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