Title: Morning Walk
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Weather, mission_insane
Prompt: 8, Dew
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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Ryan smiled as Wolfie bounded ahead of him, tugging at his leash. He and Greg had just gotten home from work half an hour or so ago, and the first thing they'd done was snap on Wolfie's leash to take the puppy out for an early-morning walk before they got some sleep.

It had been a wet night; the rain had stopped a couple of hours before they'd left work, but there was still dew sparkling on the grass. Wolfie seemed more interested in running through the wet grass in the park than he did in staying on the pavement, and Ryan couldn't help but follow him.

At least he and Greg were both wearing sneakers, so they didn't have to worry about ruining their shoes by chasing after the puppy, he thought as Wolfie turned to yap at them. Greg laughed at the puppy's antics, and Ryan had to smile and laugh along with him.

"I love this time of the morning," Greg said softly, sliding an arm around Ryan's waist. "It's not so early that everything feels abandoned because everybody's asleep, but it's early enough to feel like we've got the whole park to ourselves. The sun's barely out, there's dew on the grass ...."

Ryan nodded, understanding exactly how Greg felt. "There's something romantic about the early hours of the morning, isn't there?" he said, his voice soft and quiet. "I don't know exactly what it is, but there's something about the morning that brings out the romantic in me."

"Me too," Greg agreed, nodding. "It doesn't matter whether we're in bed, or out here. There's just something about this time of day that makes me happy." His voice lowered, the words so soft that Ryan had to strain to hear them. "Happy that I'm with you, and that you love me."

"Do you know what I'd do if it wasn't broad daylight and there might be people around before too much longer?" Ryan whispered into his ear as they walked along, the puppy tugging on his leash a few feet ahead of them. "I bet you can't guess."

"Oh, I'll bet I can," Greg told him, looking over at his boyfriend and raising an inquiring eyebrow. "But maybe you'd better tell me. Just so I'll be sure that I know exactly what you'd do, and there aren't any questions to raise in case we get the chance to do whatever it is one day."

Ryan laughed softly, then leaned closer, keeping his voice low so they wouldn't be overheard, even though there were no people around them. "I'd lay you down in the wet grass, strip your clothes off, and make love to you right here in the middle of the park."

He was rewarded by the sudden blush that rose to Greg's cheeks; his free arm slid around his boyfriend's slim waist to pull Greg closer against him. "I'd love to have the chance to do that one day," he added, his voice slightly louder now. I'm not kidding, Greg. I will, if the opportunity ever arises."

"I know you will," Greg said softly, turning his head to brush a gentle kiss against Ryan's cheek. "And I'd let you, too. I think once we got to that point, I'd be too far gone to care if anybody might be watching. Besides, maybe we could teach people a thing or two about making love."

"I bet we could," Ryan answered with a grin. "There's something really enticing about the idea of making love in the wet grass, isn't there? I swear, if I thought we could get away with it, I'd be dragging you behind some shrubbery here and now, to hell with who's watching."

"If we did that, we'd get arrested for indecent exposure -- and we'd end up losing our jobs," Greg said with a sigh. "So I think that's just going to have to be a terrific dream for us. But who knows? Maybe we can make it come true one day. It'd be cool to be able to do that."

"We'll put it on our bucket list," Ryan said with a laugh. He stumbled forward a few steps as Wolfie tugged on his leash again, laughing ruefully. "He's determined to make me get down on my knees and get my jeans wet, isn't he? Maybe I should just let him have his way."

Greg laughed softly, reaching to wrap his fingers around the leash. "Here, let me take him for a while," he said softly, moving closer to Ryan. "It's about time for us to head back home anyway, isn't it? He's been out here long enough, and we both need some sleep. We had a long night."

"After all the talking we've been doing about making love in the dewy grass, you don't think I'll just let you roll over and go to sleep once we get in bed, do you?" Ryan said, pretending to be outraged. "You'd better be prepared to be made love to, Mr. Sanders. Very thoroughly."

"That sounds like a great idea to me," Greg said with a grin. "But I like the idea of making love in the dewy grass. So what about having sex in the shower? I kind of think we both need a shower after that long night at work, anyway. So we can kill two birds with one stone."

Ryan laughed softly, tightening his arm around Greg's waist to pull his boyfriend closer against his side. "We can make love anywhere you want to," he said softly, his words meant only for Greg's ears. "As long as I can make love to you and fall asleep with you in my arms, then I'm happy."

"That's exactly where I want to be," Greg told him, his voice soft and husky with emotion. "I don't think I ever knew what it was to be completely happy until I met you, Ryan. But ever since we've been together, I've felt like I'm the happiest guy in the world."

"You make me happier than I've ever been, or ever thought I could be," Ryan murmured, his voice catching in his throat. "And it's not just about the sex, Greg. Just being with you makes me happy. We don't have to make love for me to be happy -- it's enough for me just to be with you."

"You know I feel the same way about you," Greg answered, his voice trembling slightly. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Ryan. You've made me so happy ever since the day we first met. Without you, I'd probably curl up in some deep dark hole and never come out again."

Ryan shook his head, laughing softly. "No, you wouldn't," he said, a slight rebuke in his tone. "You're not the kind of guy who'd just shut himself away from life if you didn't have me in it. You're a survivor, Greg. You'd go on. I know it. But you might not be as happy as you are with me."

"I'd never be happy without you, now that I know what it's like to have you in my life," Greg declared, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'd go on without you, but I'd never be really happy again. Nobody else can make me completely happy but you, Ry."

Ryan's throat tightened at his boyfriend's words; all he could do was nod in acknowledgement, afraid that if he tried to speak, his voice might tremble. He had to blink back sudden tears; by the time he did, Wolfie was running back towards them, jumping up at them and yapping.

"Well, he definitely likes to play in the morning dew," Greg said, blinking and stepping back as the puppy shook his head vigorously, sending a spray of water over them. "Who'd have thought that a dog could get so wet from rolling around on the ground in the morning?"

"Well, he's a pretty shaggy dog," Ryan countered with a laugh. "I guess we should expect him to get wet if he rolls around in the grass on his morning walk. That fur soaks up a lot of dew. But we can towel him off and get him dry again once we get home."

"Better make sure we have some towels to get us dry," Greg told him, his words meant only for Ryan's ears. "I'm going to drag you into the shower, so we'll need them. But I think it's going to be a while before we get out, so be prepared for a marathon."

"Sounds like my kind of morning," Ryan said with a soft smile, reaching for his boyfriend's hand and twining their fingers together as they walked along. The two of them headed back through the park towards home, with Wolfie barking and leading the way.

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