Title: Suffused With Love
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, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Greg opened his eyes as Ryan shifted slightly against him, snuggling against his boyfriend with a happy smile on his face. He had thought that Ryan was awakening, but apparently he wasn't; he merely sighed in his sleep and tightened his arms around Greg.

That gesture didn't make him uncomfortable in the slightest, even though it would have if it had come from anyone else he'd ever known. With Ryan, it only made him feel safe and protected, as though he was exactly where he belonged.

This was a place that he never wanted to leave, Greg told himself, sighing with satisfaction. He would be perfectly happy to stay here in bed with Ryan for the rest of their lives, to never leave this apartment, or this room. He could spend the rest of his days ensconced here.

Of course, that wasn't going to happen. They had their lives outside of their personal relationship; both of them loved what they did for a living, and neither of them would give it up. And fortunately for them, they could entwine their personal and professional lives.

It was hard to believe that he had finally made himself leap that chasm that he'd felt was the only thing still separating him from Ryan; he hadn't been entirely sure that he was doing the right thing, but he had cast his reservations aside and followed his heart.

And now that he had, he couldn't be happier that he'd done so. Greg snuggled against his lover, turning his head to press a gentle kiss against Ryan's hair. The other man didn't wake; he was deep in a dream, the smallest hint of a smile curving his lips.

If only their lives could stay just like this, Greg thought, sighing inwardly as he turned onto his side and moved closer to Ryan. Everything seemed golden at the moment; it was inconceivable that anything bad could possibly come into their lives.

He felt suffused with love, as though he was flying on a cloud far above the rest of the world. There was a sense of euphoria about this night, a feeling that he never needed to move or speak again. It was what being high probably felt like, he thought with a grin.

It was almost like being drunk -- drunk on love,drunk on Ryan's presence in his life. He had never thought that being in love could feel like this, that he could feel so completely immersed in someone. It was heady, intoxicating, a feeling of being invincible.

His body was slightly sore, but in a good way. They had made love twice last night, once more after the first time, and the second time had been even better. There had been no hesitation, no holding back, not even the slightest feeling of fear or uncertainty.

He'd thought that he would be terrified of what that first moment of penetration would feel like, but it hadn't been that bad. After the first momentary quicksilver pain that had seemed to flash through his body, that pain had quickly mutated into pleasure.

That pleasure had taken him over so quickly that he hadn't had time to focus on the few seconds of pain. He could hardly remember whether or not it had actually hurt; he didn't think so. All he could remember was the extraordinary pleasure of having Ryan inside him.

Why had he waited so long to let his boyfriend make love to him? In hindsight, it seemed ridiculous that he had held back for so long. He should have surrendered himself to Ryan in the physical sense as soon as he had known that he was in love.

But there was no sense in looking back at that now. They had taken the time to get to know each other, and that was never a bad thing. He had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to be with Ryan for the rest of his life, rather than jumping in head first.

He'd known from the first time he had seen Ryan that hs was head over heels in love, even if his stubborn mind hadn't wanted to use that particular four-letter word at first. And he still felt that he was the luckiest man in the world for Ryan to feel the same way.

From the very first, he'd felt that enveloping love reach out for him, wrapping around him and keeping him safe and warm. How was it possible that two people could connect in the way that the two of them had, when they hadn't known a single about each other at their first meeting?

Everything that he had felt during the first few moments of gazing into Ryan's deep green eyes had only become stronger with time. He had never thought that he could be this much in love with someone, never even dreamed that this kind of love could exist.

He was suffused with love every time he thought of Ryan, as if he was wrapped in a protective cocoon that no one could tear away from him. Just knowing that there was someone in the world whose heart was so close to his own warmed him in a way that nothing else could.

The only thing that was casting a dark cloud over their happiness was the appearance of that man who had tortured Ryan back in Miami. Greg's hands curled into fists involuntarily at the thought; he wanted to kill that bastard with his bare hands.

His presence here in Vegas couldn't be a coincidence. There was no reason for someone from the Cuban mob to be here at one of their crime scenes; if he was here just to deal with the casinos, then he wouldn't have shown up so conspicuously when Ryan was working.

There was no reason for him to have been at that crime scene -- unless he was stalking Ryan and intended some harm to him. Greg's muscles tightened at the thought; fear trailed an icy finger down his spine, a fear that he didn't want to give in to.

That would only be giving the bastard what he wanted, and put both himself and Ryan at a disadvantage. They simply had to be more vigilant than they usually were, and keep a lookout for this guy. They also had to get his description out so that the rest of the CSIs could be warned, as well.

They would catch this guy before he could get anywhere near Ryan and hurt him again. Greg couldn't repress a shudder at the thought of what Ryan had been through at this man's hands; he wasn't going to let anything like that happen to his boyfriend again.

With the entire team looking for this man, they couldn't fail to find him before he could get close to Ryan in any way. They would all be able to keep Ryan safe -- and keep each other safe. Their team was good at closing ranks and protecting each other.

He didn't want to think about that man or the threat that he could pose for their future at the moment; the only thing that should be on his mind right now was how his relationship with Ryan has blossomed and grown into much more than it had been only a few hours before.

Making love had seemed like such an obstacle to him before it had actually happened, Greg mused, closing his eyes and letting himself relax. Now, it seemed silly that he'd kept Ryan at arm's length in that sense for so long; he should have trusted his boyfriend more.

But that wall had now come crumbling to the ground, and it would never be built up again. He couldn't imagine not wanting to be with Ryan in the physical sense, not for any reason. In fact, he wanted to wake his boyfriend up now and make love again.

That probably wouldn't be the best idea at the moment, Greg told himself with an inward smile. If they made love again, he might be too sore to sit down comfortably, and that would be a little too obvious to the rest of the CSIs when they were in the lab.

He wanted this feeling of being surrounded by love and warmth to stay with him once he got out of bed to start his day; he wanted to stay suffused with love all the time, to have this feeling wrapped around him all the time, keeping him safe and warm in a world of his own.

No, not his own, Greg corrected himself silently. A world that he shared with Ryan, a world where only the two of them existed. A world that they could go to time and time again, that would always be there waiting to welcome them with open arms.

This was the best feeling he'd ever known, one that left no room for doubts or fears. Nothing could touch him here; he was safe in that world of his and Ryan's own making, a world where they were immersed in each other, everything else fading into the background.

Greg snuggled closer against Ryan, closing his eyes and letting that feeling of being suffused with love wash over him again. He intended to hold on to that sensation for as long as he could -- and with any luck, it would always be there whenever he might need its comfort.

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