Title: You're My World
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: 3, csi50
Prompt: 20, You
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 propped his chin in his hands, looking at Ryan across the table of the booth in the restaurant. He found it hard to take his eyes off his boyfriend when Ryan was in front of him like this; to him, his boyfriend was the most beautiful sight he could ever behold.

He loved looking at Ryan, drinking in the other man's good looks. He was sure that he'd never seen anyone as beautiful as Ryan -- but maybe he was just biased in that direction, Greg thought with an inward smile. Still, anyone would have to admit that his boyfriend was gorgeous.

Those deep green eyes, the high cheekbones, the sensual lips -- there were so many physical things about Ryan that were absolutely stunning, Greg thought to himself. But it was more than those attributes that made his boyfriend so beautiful in his eyes.

It was his selflessness, his generosity, his bravery, and so many more things that Greg couldn't even begin to put into words. And, he thought as his lips curved into a smile, it also had to do with the fact that Ryan loved him in return just as fiercely as Greg loved him.

Ryan raised his head from the menu he'd been looking at, a smile slowly curving his lips. "What are you staring at me like that for?" he asked, running a hand through his hair and glancing around the restaurant. "Is my hair messed up? Do I have something on my face? What is it?"

Greg shook his head, reaching across the table to take Ryan's hand in his and twine their fingers together. "It's nothing like that," he said softly. "I was just thinking about you -- about how beautiful you are, and how I can't take my eyes off you, and how much I love you."

Was it his imagination, or was Ryan actually blushing at his words? Greg's smile grew wider; he squeezed Ryan's hand gently, amazed that he could actually make his boyfriend blush like this by saying that were, in his eyes, only the truth.

"You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen," he murmured, unable to think of anything else to say. There were plenty of other compliments he could give Ryan -- and all of those words would be true, too -- but none of them could adequately express all that was in his heart.

"I could say the same thing about you," Ryan said softly, returning the gentle squeeze of his hand. "You're my world, Greg. I never thought that I'd find somebody like you -- but now that I have, I'm never going to let you go. I'll stand by you forever, through whatever life throws at us."

"I'll always be here for you, Ry," Greg told him, feeling that he had to say something in response, his own words tumbling out as though of their own volition. "You're my world, too. You've been everything to me ever since the first time I laid eyes on you."

"Neither one of us was expecting to find the love of our lives that day, were we?" Ryan asked, a smile still on his lips. "But I wouldn't change a thing about how we met. It was perfect. Just taking one look at you and feeling like I'd melted into a puddle on the floor -- that was incredible."

"I felt like I couldn't get out of my chair, because if I did, my knees would turn to water and I'd fall on the floor," Greg said with a chuckle. "We were both pretty much knocked off our feet, weren't we? I'll never forget that feeling, Ry. I still feel it, every time I look at you."

Ryan's cheeks pinkened again, making Greg smile. "I love how you blush," he whispered, unable to take his eyes from his boyfriend's face. "I love how you look at me, how you kiss me, how you touch me, how you hold me. I love everything about you. And everything about the two of us together."

"I don't think I knew what it was to really be alive until I met you," Ryan murmured, looking down at their clasped hands as though he couldn't face Greg. "You're my world, Greg. You're everything to me. You're all that I want, all that I know, and all that I am. You always will be."

"Why is it that we always make these kinds of confessions either early in the morning, or when we're in bed after we make love?" Greg asked, a teasing tone in his voice. He was trying to lighten the mood; the loved the romantic words, but this might not be the best place for them.

"Because those are the times that we're always feeling the most romantic?" Ryan laughed softly as he said the words, giving Greg's hand another gentle squeeze before letting go and leaning back in his side of the booth. "Even though I'd say them all the time, if I could."

"You don't have to say them all the time, sweetheart," Ryan told him, his voice very soft and husky with emotion. "I know you feel them, and that's enough for me. I can tell how you feel every time you look at me with those beautiful eyes."

Now Greg could feel himself blushing, the heat rising unbidden to his cheeks. He loved hearing Ryan say things like that; he had never thought of himself as being a particularly desirable person, and it bolstered his ego to know that his lover thought differently.

Ryan had been his world from the moment they met -- but there were times when it was hard for him to realize that he was also Ryan's world. He'd never thought that he could mean that much to anyone; it still astounded him to know that Ryan loved him with all of his heart and soul.

Just the same way that he loved Ryan, Greg told himself, his gaze still on his boyfriend's face. He couldn't tear his eyes away; he could see all the love that Ryan had for him written in his lover's smile, shining from his eyes. A love that couldn't be held back or denied.

Suddenly, he wanted nothing so much as to go home and strip off his clothes, crawl into bed beside Ryan, and be held until he fell asleep. They didn't need to make love; he just wanted to be close to his boyfriend, to feel Ryan's strong arms around him.

It wasn't enough to sit here across the table and look at him. He wanted to be in Ryan's arms, wanted his lover to be the one thing he was concentrating on. He needed to be closer to Ryan than he was right now; he needed them to be next to each other, bodies and hearts entwined.

But at the moment, his stomach was growling, reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything for hours. They should stay here and have breakfast, then go home and cuddle before drifting off to sleep. Besides, he was sure that Ryan was just as hungry as he was.

Greg glanced up at Ryan to find that his boyfriend was watching him, that small smile still hovering around the corners of his lips. He was seized with a sudden desire to lean across the table and kiss Ryan, not caring who might be shocked by him doing such a thing.

Instead, he simply smiled at his lover, sure that he could feel his heart swell in his chest at the look in those deep green eyes. "I love you," he whispered, hardly realizing that he'd said the words. They didn't need to be said, but still, he wanted Ryan to be in no doubt of how he was feeling.

Yes, this man was his world, and always would be. His universe revolved around Ryan Wolfe -- and as soon as they got home, he intended to show Ryan just how deep his feelings went, even if it meant that they didn't get any sleep until far into the day.

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