Title: Romantic Gestures
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: Un-themed 4, mission_insane
Prompt: 3, Cocoa
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, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"Ryan, what's taking you so long?" Greg called, sitting up in bed with a frown. He had no idea just why his boyfriend seemed to have been in the kitchen for ages, but he was starting to get worried. "Did you decide to make dinner without telling me?"

He was sure that Ryan wasn't cooking, but he was still mystified as to why his boyfriend was taking so long in the kitchen. He'd slipped out of bed with a smile and a few words, telling Greg that he wanted to do something and would be right back.

"Right back" had been over ten minutes ago, and Greg was starting to wonder just what was going on. But he didn't want to get out of bed; he was warm and comfortable, and besides, if Ryan was planning some kind of surprise, he didn't want to spoil it.

It was like his lover to think of some little thing that would surprise him in a good way, Greg thought, a smile curving his lips. Ryan was the most thoughtful man he'd ever known; he was always thinking of some little thing that would make Greg more comfortable.

He tried to do the same for Ryan; he liked doing little things for his boyfriend, like bringing him coffee when they were working in the lab, or placing a flower beside his plate when they sat down to eat. Or just giving him a loving look whenever he could.

Whatever he was doing, it had apparently taken more time than Ryan had thought it would. Greg couldn't hold back a frown; what if something had happened to his boyfriend in the kitchen? Should he get up and go in there, just to make sure Ryan was all right?

No, that was silly, he told himself. If Ryan had slipped and fallen, he would have heard the thud; nothing had happened, he was sure of it. But just to be safe, if Ryan wasn't back in the bedroom within a few minutes, he would go into the kitchen, just to make sure.

"I'll be there in a second!" Ryan called from the kitchen, as though he had somehow sensed Greg's worry. His voice made Greg smile again; somehow, his boyfriend always seemed to zero in on just the right time to say something, no matter what the situation might be.

He settled back down against the comfortable pillows to wait for Ryan; he wondered just what his lover was doing, but he wasn't going to let his imagination make him worry. Ryan was obviously okay, or he wouldn't have reassured Greg with those words.

What could he be doing in the kitchen? It wasn't like Ryan to get out of bed to go cook something; maybe he had some kind of plan for the rest of the day before they had to go to work tonight. Greg had no idea what it was, but he would be patient and wait for it.

Within moments, he could hear Ryan's footsteps coming down the hall, pattering softly on the carpet. He sat up straighter, his gaze fixed on the bedroom door, wondering just what it could be that his boyfriend intended to surprise him with.

Greg's eyes widened when Ryan came into the room carrying a tray with two mugs on it, steam rising from both of them. Ryan carried the tray to the bedside table, setting it down carefully before picking up one of the mugs and handing it to Greg with a smile.

"I thought I'd make us some hot cocoa to drink while we cuddle up under the covers," he said softly, his eyes meeting Greg's over the rim of his mug. "It just seemed like a romantic thing to do. Besides, both of us like coca, and I hadn't made any since I moved in with you."

"That's true, you haven't," Greg said softly, moving over to let Ryan sit down beside him. "We always get stuff like that out at the café down the street, or we buy them there and bring them home." He rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, his voice soft and husky. "This is nice."

"It is, isn't it?" With a sigh, Ryan lay back into the pillows that Greg had fluffed up against the headboard of the bed. "We don't do stuff like this enough. I like having little romantic moments with you, Greg. I don't think I do that kind of thing nearly often enough."

"You don't have to make little romantic gestures for me to know that you love me," Greg told him, raising his head and frowning slightly as he looked at his boyfriend. "I love it when you do stuff like this, but it's not a requirement. Even if it is sweet of you to do it."

"I know it's not," Ryan answered, taking a swallow of cocoa before lowering his mug to look at Greg. "But I like doing little things like this for you. I like feeling close to you. And you deserve those little romantic gestures, baby. I don't make them often enough."

Greg raised a hand to stroke gentle fingertips down Ryan's cheek, shaking his head. "Yes, you do," he said softly, his gaze locking with Ryan's. "All you have to do is smile at me, with all that love in your eyes, and that's the most romantic gesture you could ever make."

"So, are you saying that you don't want me to do things like this any more?" Ryan asked, tilting his head to the side and looking puzzled. "I'm sorry if this wasn't something you wanted me to do, Greg. I thought you'd like it. I won't do it again if you don't."

Greg shook his head quickly, putting down his mug and reaching for Ryan to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. "No, no, that's not what I mean at all. I love that you did this, Ryan. It's sweet and romantic and you can do things like this all you want. I love it when you do."

Ryan's anxious look melted away, to be replaced by the heart-stopping smile that Greg loved. That smile could warm him to the core of his being; every time he saw it, his heart seemed to melt. That smile could make him do anything, promise anything.

"Thanks, babe," Ryan said softly, leaning over to brush a gentle kiss across Greg's cheek. "I love doing little things like this for you, y'know. Not just because you appreciate them so much, but because you deserve them. I love knowing that I make you happy."

"You've made me happy from the first second I laid eyes on you," Greg told him, moving closer to the other man and resting his head on Ryan's shoulder. "I knew I loved from that first moment, Ry. And I love you more every day we're together."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Ryan said softly, his heart in his voice. "I love you more than I thought I could ever love anybody. I still feel like I'm living in a dream, having you in my life. I never expected this when I came here from Miami. But I"m glad it's happened."

"So am I," Greg murmured as he sipped at his cocoa. "Y'know, this gives me an idea for my own romantic little gesture. I'm going to have to act on that one day soon. And no, I'm not going to tell you what it is!" he added, laughing at the curious look Ryan turned on him.

Ryan pouted for a moment, then laughed, sliding an arm around Greg's waist. "Okay, I'll let you have your little secret," he said, taking the mug of cocoa away from his boyfriend and pushing Greg down against the pillows. "But for now, I've got other things in mind."

"Yeah?" Greg stretched out under his boyfriend, raising his hands to cup Ryan's face, looking intently into his eyes. "Then you've got a more than willing partner. Anything you want to do, go right ahead. Anything, Ryan. I'm yours. I always have been."

Ryan's only answer to that was to lower his head to capture Greg's lips with his own, his hands moving down the other man's sides in a light, gentle caress. Within moments, they were lost in their own little world, forgetting all about the cooling mugs of cocoa in their hunger for each other.

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