Title: These Arms of Mine
Author: Dixie
Rating: G-PG (very mild PG)
Summary: Pure and utter fluff involving Nick, Greg, Otis Redding and dancing.
Word Count: 459.
*Note #1: Since this is the first piece I've written in 7 months (and it's a quickie), any feedback would be appreciated.
*Note #2: Lyrics to Otis Redding's "These Arms Of Mine" can be found here: http://www.lyricsdepot.com/otis-redding/these-arms-of-mine.html

"Redecorating, G'?" Nick asked, watching Greg move all of the living room furniture to the walls.

"Just making room," Greg said, pushing the coffee table aside.

"Room for what?"

"Room for dancing," Greg said with a glint in his eyes as he turned to survey Nick's sitting form.

"Clubs finally get too crowded for you, or have you decided to give private lessons?" Nick teased.

"Neither. C'mon, get up."

"I see. You're still trying to win that $10 000 from 'America's Funniest Videos', aren't you? The video of Hodges didn't pan out, huh?" Nick smirked from his seat at a kitchen stool.

"I would never publicly embarrass you, Nicky. At least, not on purpose. Now, will you please get up?"

"Nah-uh, I'll just watch you," Nick said, smiling in a way which made Greg sure there was another underlying message in his words.

"I need your help," Greg responded.

"Since when?" Nick asked.

"Since I got a new CD today. Now come on, I think you'll like this," Greg said, moving towards the CD player that sat perched on top of a bookcase. He hit 'play' and turned to face Nick, still sitting.

As the music started to play, a look of recognition crossed Nick's face. A second later he was rising to his feet. "Otis Redding, Greg?" he asked with a smile.

"Sure, why not? He's awesome. But, uh, Nick,–" Greg began to sing along as the song started, "these arms of mine, they are lonely," he offered his hand out to Nick one more time. "Come on, I'll even let you lead," Greg teased as Nick moved to accompany him on the makeshift dance floor.

Nick led Greg slowly around the room, holding him close at the waist with one hand, the other clasping Greg's right. Greg rested his left arm over Nick's shoulder and let his fingers move lazily over Nick's neck.

It wasn't long before Greg freed his hand from Nick's, and, as Nick silently questioned him, he placed it over Nick's other shoulder. Nick wrapped his arm around Greg's waist; when his two hands met at the small of Greg's back he pulled Greg's body flush with his own. Greg laid his head against Nick's shoulder as their movements all but stopped, their dancing now taking the form of slow swaying in place.

"I need your arms, loving arms to hold me tight," Greg whispered against Nick's neck in time to the music.

"I need your tender lips," Nick whispered back.

Even though the song ended, their swaying did not. The CD had played it's last note but still they stayed like that, completely engrossed in each other, in the middle of the empty room, their lips creating a dance of their own.

*finis*