Title: Wings of Your Love
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: 3, csi50
Prompt: 49, Writer's Choice - Fly
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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Greg opened his eyes, turning his head to squint at the alarm clock. It hadn't gone off yet; there was still quite a while before he and Ryan had to get up and start getting ready for work. Sighing contentedly, he let his eyes close again, ready to sink back into sleep.

He rolled over onto his side, snuggling close against the warmth of Ryan's body. This had been one of the most incredible days of his life; their lovemaking had crossed barriers and pushed away some of the fears that had still been hovering in the back of his mind.

He supposed that being taken from behind if he was pushed down on his stomach would always be an issue for him, but he also knew that Ryan wouldn't do that unless he was asked to. His boyfriend was a kind and considerate man; he would never do anything to hurt the person he loved.

Greg slid his arms around Ryan's waist, cuddling close to him in the darkness, reveling in the warmth of the slim body next to his own. He loved lying here like this, letting Ryan fill his mind and his heart, alone with his thoughts for the time being until his lover awakened.

As though his boyfriend could sense his thoughts, Ryan shifted position slightly, his arms sliding around Greg's waist to pull him closer. "I didn't know you were awake," he murmured, his voice husky and rough with sleep. "How long have you been lying there watching me?"

"Not long," Greg whispered, raising a hand to trace the heart-shaped outline of Ryan's upper lip. His entire being was flooded with love for this man, the one person who had ever made him feel complete in a way that he'd always dreamed of but had never thought he would know.

"Long enough to get comfortable, I bet," Ryan said with a soft laugh, moving his hands down Greg's back under the covers. "If I wasn't feeling so lazy, I'd make love to you again. But after last night, I'm kind of tired out, even if I do want you more than I can put into words."

"You can have me any time you want me," Greg murmured, brushing a gentle kiss across Ryan's mouth. "I'm perfectly happy just being here with you right now. We don't always have to make love to be close, Ry. You should know that by now."

"I do know that, babe," Ryan told him, his arms tightening around Greg's waist. Greg slipped one leg between Ryan's thighs, enjoying their physical closeness. No one else had ever made him want to be this close to them, to snuggle against them as much as he could.

He rested his head on Ryan's shoulder, closing his eyes and heaving a contented sigh. This was how he wanted to wake up every day for the rest of his life -- feeling safe and warm, protected and loved. Right here in Ryan's arms, for eternity.

Had anyone ever been as happy as he was now? Greg didn't think so; he was sure that no one else had ever known the kind of pure happiness he felt whenever he was in Ryan's arms. Nobody else could have any idea how it felt to be this loved and cherished.

And how many people thought that? he wondered, allowing himself a rueful smile. Of course everybody thought their lover was the most special person in the universe. They wouldn't be in love if they didn't feel that way. But he was still sure that his feelings for Ryan were something special.

"I love holding you like this," Ryan murmured, his voice a bare whisper of sound in the still, quiet air of their bedroom. "I love just being close to you, and knowing that you love me and want to be with me. I've never had that with anybody before."

"Neither have I," Greg admitted, snuggling even closer against his boyfriend's warm body. "And I don't want to feel that way with anybody else. You're the only person I've ever loved like this, Ryan. I honestly don't think I could ever love another person the way I love you."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm flying when I look at you and you smile back at me," Ryan whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I know that phrase about being the wind beneath my wings is corny, but it's true. You make me feel like I can fly higher than I ever dreamed of being."

"You do the same thing to me," Greg said softly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at his lover. "I can fly on the wings of your love, Ryan. I've always felt like I was the kind of person who was grounded in reality, and that I didn't really have any dreams left. Until I met you, that is."

"You didn't have any dreams left?" Ryan's brow creased in a frown. "What took away those dreams, Greg?" His voice was soft, his gaze concerned as he reached out to stroke gentle fingertips down Greg's cheek. "You can't be that disillusioned, not at your age."

Greg shrugged, not meeting Ryan's eyes. "I think I lost a lot of my dreams when I was much younger than I am now," he murmured, not wanting to talk about the traumatic event that had changed his entire outlook on life so long ago. "Some things screw you up for a lifetime."

"I'm glad I've helped you get past that," Ryan said softly, wrapping both arms around Greg's waist to pull him close. "I worry about you sometimes, Greg. I worry that I can't change your life for the better as much as what happened to you changed it for the worse."

"You have," Greg whispered, feeling an absurd urge to cry. He buried his face against Ryan's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut, waiting until the moment passed. He didn't know why he felt so weepy on such a regular basis lately. Was that part of what being in love did to a person?

It wasn't that loving Ryan made him want to cry, or made him sad, he told himself. It was that he loved Ryan so much that all of his emotions seemed to well up inside him at once and get stuck somewhere, with no other way to come out than through tears.

"Are you okay, babe?" Ryan whispered, gently stroking his fingers through Greg's hair. Greg lifted his head, raising a hand to wipe at the few tears that had managed to escape and were streaking down his cheeks. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"It's not you," Greg gulped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "It's nothing you did, Ry. It's just that I love you so much, that sometimes everything gets all caught up inside me and the only way I know how to express what I'm feeling is by letting all my emotions out at once."

Ryan nodded, gathering Greg into his arms and pressing a kiss against his forehead. "I know exactly how you feel," he said softly, his voice soft and husky. "I feel the same way about you. I love you so much that sometimes it's impossible to put that much emotion into mere words."

Greg let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into Ryan's embrace. "That's exactly what it's like," he said softly, raising his face to Ryan's and gazing at the man he loved. "That's just one of the reasons you make me feel like I can fly, Ryan. You always understand me."

"I've been able to fly on the wings of your love ever since the first moment I met you," Ryan said, his tone soft and loving. "You've always made me feel like I was touching the sky, Greg. I feel like I could fly to the moon and stars when you're with me."

"You've taken me to places I never thought I'd be able to go," Greg whispered, sliding his arms around Ryan's waist. "I seriously thought I was going to be alone for the rest of my life. I thought I'd been broken beyond repair a long time ago. But you fixed me."

"You were never broken, Greg," Ryan said softly, blinking back the tears that Greg's words brought to the surface. "You just kept a part of yourself buried for a long time. I don't blame you for that. Anybody would be scared of being intimate if they had to deal with what you did."

"I'm glad you brought that part of me out into the light," Greg said with a contented smile. He reached for the covers, pulling them up around his shoulders. "I don't know about you, but I'm cold. Snuggle up with me and warm me up before we have to get up and get dressed."

"Now that's something I don't mind doing at all," Ryan said with a laugh, moving one hand up Greg's back. "I wish we could stay here all night, babe. But you know we've got to go to work. As much as I'd like to stay here in bed with you, duty calls."

"I'd rather stay here and fly to the moon on the wings of your love," Greg said with a regretful sigh. "But I know we've got to go to work. Just keep that in mind for when we get back here tomorrow, will you? I think it would do us both good to fly away from the world for a while."

"It's a date," Ryan promised with a grin as they both lay back against the pillows. Both of them closed their eyes, relaxing into each other's arms and letting the wings of their love sweep them away into a world where only the two of them existed.

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