Title: Don't Stop Swaying
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: 3, csi50
Prompt: 22, Sway
Author's Note: Continuation of True Romance.
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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"It'll be a while before dinner's ready," Ryan told Greg, sliding his arms around his boyfriend's waist and pulling him close. "So why don't we relax in the living room for a while? There's something I've wanted to do for a long time that we haven't had a chance for yet."

"And what would that be?" Greg inquired as he followed Ryan out into the living room, arching a brow in question as his boyfriend turned to smile at him. He had no idea just what Ryan had planned, but he was curious to find out.

"This," Ryan said softly, turning to slide his arms around Greg and swaying to the rhythm of the soft music that was playing. "I've wanted to slow dance with you since we first met. I've never had a chance to do it yet, so this is as good a time as any."

"I've never been very good at dancing," Greg mumbled, a pink blush suffusing his pale cheeks. "It's one of the things I never really got the hang of." His own arms slid around Ryan's neck, hesitantly, as though he wasn't quite sure of just what he should be doing.

"Just sway to the music," Ryan whispered into Greg's ear. "Let yourself move naturally. It's not that hard, Greg. Just move and don't force yourself to think about what you're doing." He closed his eyes, swaying to the soft jazz strains that floated through the air.

Ryan could feel Greg relaxing in his arms, his boyfriend's body starting to sway in rhythm with his own. That was more like it, he thought to himself, a smile curving his lips. All Greg needed to do was relax and let his instincts take over.

The music seemed to swell around them as they swayed around the living room; Ryan closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the rhythm and the feel of Greg in his arms. This must be what heaven was like, he told himself with an inward smile.

How could life possibly get any better? The cause of most of the stress in their lives had been taken away; they had settled into working together and living together without any problems, and everything in their lives was looking brighter than it ever had.

Tonight was going to be a testament to that, Ryan thought, unable to keep a smile from spreading across his face. He had wanted to make this evening as romantic as possible, and so far, it seemed that he was succeeding beyond his wildest dreams.

Just standing here with Greg in his arms, swaying to soft music, knowing that they had the rest of the night ahead of them to have dinner, talk, and then make love, was enough to make his heart race and his pulse pound at what felt like a hundred miles an hour.

"How did I get so lucky?" he murmured into Greg's ear, holding his boyfriend closer against him. "When I came to Vegas, I didn't have any plans to get into a relationship. I thought I'd be happy on my own. And instead, I end up with the greatest guy in the world."

"I think I'm the one who was lucky enough to land the world's greatest man," Greg answered with a soft laugh. "But if you want to think I deserve that title, then go right ahead. It's good for my ego to hear you compliment me so much."

"Then I'll keep stroking your ego -- and I'll stroke other parts of you later," Ryan whispered, nuzzling Greg's cheek with his own as he spoke. "Remember, this is going to be a romantic night. One that neither of us is ever going to forget. A night that we can look back on for the rest of our lives."

"I can look back on every day that I've spent with you and pick out something good about it," Greg said softly, drawing back slightly in Ryan's arms to look at his boyfriend. "Even if it's just knowing that I'm with you. There's something about every day that's made me happy."

"All I want to do for the rest of our lives is make you happy," Ryan told him, his voice catching slightly in his throat. "As long as you're with me, that's all I need to make me happy, Greg. As long as you love me, I'm the happiest guy in the universe."

"Than you'll always be happy, because I'll always love you," Greg whispered, brushing soft lips against Ryan's cheek. "I can't imagine a life without you, Ry. I might have a kind of half-life if you weren't with me, but I'd just be existing. I wouldn't really be living."

"Living without you isn't an option for me," Ryan murmured. "You're too much a part of me, Greg. I don't even want to think about what my life would be like without you in it." He shuddered, resting his forehead against Greg's. "Let's not even talk about that."

Ryan raised his head to look directly into Greg's eyes, his throat tightening at the love he saw in those dark depths. He could get lost in those eyes; his arms tightened around Greg's waist, molding Greg's body against his own. He wanted their bodies to be as close as possible.

He glanced toward the kitchen, wondering if it was time to check on dinner again to make sure the food didn't burn. But this time, Greg's arms tightened around him, as though his boyfriend didn't want him to move from their close embrace.

"Don't stop," Greg whispered into his ear, his voice soft and husky. "Don't stop swaying with me to the music, Ryan. I might not be all that good at dancing, but I feel like I'm walking on air when you're holding me like this. I don't want it to end. Not yet."

"We've got to stop swaying sometime, unless we want dinner to get burned," Ryan murmured, wanting to stay here with Greg in his arms just as much as Greg wanted it. "I've got to check on the pasta, babe. But we can keep dancing for a few more minutes, I think."

Greg nodded, resting his forehead against Ryan's. "We'll have more times like this, I know," he whispered, his voice so soft that Ryan had to strain to hear him. "I just don't want this to end. I feel like it might never happen again if I let it go too soon."

"Nothing to worry about, babe," Ryan answered, knowing that this was one fear that he could put to rest for his boyfriend. "We'll have a lot of times like this. I promise you that, Greg. Every night, if that's what you want. Every night for the rest of our lives."

With those words, he reluctantly drew away from their embrace, taking Greg's hand and heading towards the kitchen. There would be plenty of time for them to sway around the living room again, he promised himself. Not only tonight, but as he'd told Greg, every night from this one forward.

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Next story in series - Just the Two of Us.