Title: Kiss Me
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"This is really beautiful," Greg told Ryan as the two of them lay back on the soft blanket Ryan had brought to spread over the grass in the park. "What's the occasion? It's not either of our birthdays, and I don't think it's some special day I should remember."

Ryan only shook his head, laying back against the softness of the blanket and gazing up at the moon and stars in the sky high above them. "Nope, no special occasion," he said softly, looking over at his boyfriend. "I just wanted to do something romantic for you."

"This is definitely romantic," Greg murmured, moving closer to Ryan. His boyfriend's arm slid around him, pulling him close; he smiled, pillowing his head on Ryan's shoulder and snuggling close against him as he looked up at the blanket of stars overhead.

He had felt much more at ease since Ryan had given him that promise ring. He still looked at it all the time, even though he'd been wearing it for more than two weeks now, just to convince himself that it was there, on his finger, that it was real and not part of some beautiful dream.

It was real. It was a solid, tangible symbol of how he and Ryan felt about each other. He had no idea if the day would ever come to pass when the promise in that ring would be fulfilled, and they would actually get married -- but it didn't matter whether that happened or not.

He'd be perfectly happy just to spend the rest of his life with Ryan the way they were now. He didn't need a ceremony and a piece of paper to make him happy, or to tell him that he loved this man. They were as good as married, as far as he was concerned.

He was married to Ryan in his heart -- where it mattered. It didn't matter if they didn't have the marriage certificate, if they weren't married in the eyes of the law. They were closer, and more in love, than most of the married couples he'd been around.

Nana Olaf would agree with him, he thought, settling more comfortably into his boyfriend's embrace. She would love Ryan when she met him. His parents and Papa Olaf might take a little longer to warm up to the fact that he was with a man, but they'd come around.

As long as he was happy, that was all they wanted for him. Yes, they wanted him to be safe and well, but his happiness was of paramount importance to his family. So they would accept his relationship with Ryan, and welcome him with open arms.

How could he not be happy with this man? Greg asked himself as he snuggled closer to Ryan, sliding his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Ryan was everything he'd ever wanted. When he'd thought that they would lose each other that horrible day in the lab, he'd wanted to die.

If the earth could have opened up and swallowed him in those miserable moments when he'd been sure that he and Ryan had lost each other for good, he would have welcomed it. A shudder went through him at the memory; he didn't want to think about it. Not here. Not now.

"Cold, baby?" Ryan murmured, tightening his arm around Greg's waist. "I brought a couple of jackets in case it got chilly out here. I can get one out of the car for you." He started to sit up, but Greg shook his head, pushing Ryan back down as he rose on one elbow.

"No, I'm not cold," he said softly, his gaze holding the other man's. "I was just .... thinking about that day when you thought I'd kind of cheated on you and I thought I was going to lose you. I've never been so scared in my life, Ryan. I wished I was dead."

"Don't say that, Greg. Don't ever say that," Ryan whispered, sitting up and gathering Greg close against him. "It would be so easy for something like that to happen to either one of us when we're working. I've had nightmares about losing you like that. The thought terrifies me."

"I'd rather die like that than from a broken heart," Greg murmured, huddling closer against Ryan. "I know you promised me already -- but promise me again. Promise me that you're never going to leave me. That we'll always be together and that you'll always love me."

"I promise," Ryan whispered, taking Greg's hand and placing it over his heart. "Feel that? It's beating for you. I don't think it was ever as strong and steady as it's been since you came into my life. You own my heart, Greg. My heart, my body, and my soul. All of me. For always."

"And you'll always have me," Greg told him, closing his eyes as he rested his head against Ryan's chest. He could hear the other man's heartbeat under his ear, strong and steady, just as Ryan had said it was. It was a good feeling to know that Ryan's heart beat for him.

His did the same for Ryan. If he lost this man, his heart might still continue to beat, but it would just be pumping blood through an empty shell. He would never get over losing Ryan, if such a thing ever happened. He would never be the same again.

Greg pushed that thought resolutely out of his mind; he didn't want to think about something that wasn't going to happen .He and Ryan weren't going to lose each other; fate wouldn't bring them together just to cruelly tear them apart. They would have decades together. He knew it.

He drew back slightly, raising his head to meet his boyfriend's eyes. Ryan was gazing at him with such a look of love in his eyes that it took Greg's breath away. He had never thought that anyone could ever look at him like that, with such love and desire written in their eyes.

"Kiss me," he whispered, his gaze not leaving Ryan's face. "Kiss me until I can't draw breath. Kiss me until my lips are numb. Kiss me until I'm gasping. Kiss me any way you want to. Just kiss me. I need to taste you. I need to feel your lips on mine."

"Your wish is my command," Ryan murmured, drawing him closer. Greg's head fell back, his eyes closing, his lips parting; he drew a breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was sure woudl be a soft, gentle kiss, one that would build and grow in intensity.

He was wrong about that; Ryan's kiss was searing and insistent, right from the beginning. It didn't start slowly and build to a crescendo; it started with an intensity that Greg hadn't expected, a need that drew him in and made it impossible for him to catch his breath.

He kissed Ryan back with all the passion within him; for a moment, just a moment, he wished that they were naked here under the stars, that Ryan was on top of him, inside him, making love to him, joining their bodies as they joined their mouths to each other.

That would come later, when they were at home behind closed doors. His arms wrapped around Ryan's neck, pulling the other man closer against him; the kiss became even more heated, more insistent, their tongues dancing against each other, their bodies pressed close together.

It was several long moments before either man lifted his head; slowly, they drew apart slightly, though they stayed wrapped in each other's arms. "Was that intense enough for you, or do you want me to try again?" Ryan asked, his tone teasing as he traced Greg's lips with a gentle fingertip.

"If you tried again, I'd probably pass out," Greg told him with a soft laugh, resting his forehead against Ryan's. "I don't think I could take another kiss like that. Not for a few minutes, anyway. You didn't just leave me breathless. You made me see stars."

"All you have to do to see stars is look up," Ryan told him, raising his head to gaze at the canopy of twinkling stars in the velvety sky above them. The moon shone down, full and bright, illuminating both of their upturned faces as their gazes searched the sky.

"I don't want to see stars," Greg whispered, tightening his arms around Ryan's waist. "I just want to look at you." He bowed his head to press his lips against his boyfriend's throat, kissing down to the buttons that were opened at the top of his shirt. "Want me to keep going?"

"I'd love it, but we'd be a lot more comfortable in bed at home, wouldn't we?" Ryan asked, laughing softly. "But if you want to start taking my clothes off out here, I don't think there's anybody around to see us. Unless you count the squirrels. And the owls."

"If they don't have a problem with you kissing me, I guess they wouldn't mind me getting you naked," Greg answered, reaching up to unbutton two more of the buttons of Ryan's shirt. "But I don't want anybody to come along and see us, so I guess I'll wait until we're back home."

"That might be a good idea," Ryan said, slowly rising to his feet and tugging a the blanket. "Come on, let's go home, babe. I just want to curl up with you in bed and fall asleep holding you. And wake up with you in my arms so I can kiss you awake, like Prince Charming."

"Does that make me your Sleeping Beauty?" Greg asked with a grin as he got to his feet. "That sounds like a perfect way to wake up," he added, moving closer to Ryan. "Sure you don't want to kiss me one more time, one for the road to last us until we get home?"

When Ryan kissed him this time, it was sweet and slow, not breathless and demanding -- but the feeling of his kiss was no less intense. When they broke apart, they clasped hands and headed for the car, both of them eager to get home and finish what they had started.

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