Title: Your Eyes
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: The Body, mission_insane
Prompt: 4, Eyes
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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Ryan looked up as Greg made his way back to the table they were sitting at in the restaurant they'd decided to go to for dinner, smiling as he watched his boyfriend move. He loved watching Greg; he was so graceful that his walk almost looked like a glide.

There was something about Greg that would make anyone stop and look at him twice, Ryan told himself. It wasn't just that he was beautiful, though his good looks were enough to make anyone stare. It was the way he carried himself, the aura that surrounded him.

He smiled at his boyfriend as Greg sat down, reaching across the table to take both of his lover's hands in his own and squeeze them gently. "I knew you were just going to the bathroom for a few minutes, but would you believe that I missed you like crazy while you were gone?" he murmured.

Greg laughed softly, shaking his head and returning the gentle hand squeeze. "If you can miss me when I'm just going to the bathroom for five minutes, I'd hate to think of what would happen if we had to spend any time apart," he admonished, though he smile as he said the words.

"You don't think that's going to happen any time soon, do you?" Ryan couldn't help but feel worried as soon as Greg spoke; maybe his boyfriend was getting tired ot them being together almost all the time, both at work and at home, and he wanted more space.

But Greg shook his head immediately in answer to Ryan's question, squeezing his hands again. "No, no, I'm not going anywhere and neither are you," he hastened to assure his lover. "Don't worry about that, babe. It's just hard for me to believe that you miss me that much."

"I do," Ryan told him, his voice soft and husky, lifting one of Greg's hands and bringing it to his lips. Closing his eyes, he pressed a kiss against each knuckle before he reluctantly let go of his boyfriend's hand, opening his eyes and looking across the table at Greg.

As always, gazing into those fathomless dark eyes left him breathless. Greg had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen; so deep, so dark, that he could almost feel as though he was drowning in them. And if he was, then he never wanted to take another breath.

Those eyes had captured him from the first time he'd looked into them; just one glance had been enough to tell him that Greg Sanders was the man who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He wanted to be able to gaze into those eyes for all the days of his life, and more.

"You have the most beautiful eyes," he whispered, unable to think of anything else to say. "I could look into your eyes every second of every minute of every hour of every day, for the rest of my life. I love your eyes, Greg. I want to sit here and gaze into them all night."

"You have gorgeous eyes, too," Greg said softly, smiling across the table at him. "They're such an unusual color. I could look into your eyes for the rest of my life." He propped his chin on his hands, gazing dreamily at Ryan. "You look especially gorgeous in the candlelight."

Ryan had to laugh at that; he hadn't realized that there was candlelight at all the tables in the restaurant. It was one of the most romantic places they'd been since they'd met; there was no special occasion tonight, but he had wanted to take Greg out for a nice dinner.

Somehow, the candlelight made everything seem much more romantic; maybe it was just because of the soft focus of the flickering light on Greg's face, but his boyfriend looked even more beautiful than Ryan could ever remember seeing him. Greg looked .... transcendent.

The only other time he'd seen his lover looking this gorgeous was after they'd made love -- that was the time when Greg was always at his most beautiful. It was at those times more than any other that Ryan felt as if he could look into Greg's dark eyes forever and get lost there.

Suddenly, he didn't want to be here in a restaurant with Greg. He wanted to be at home, curled up on the couch with his boyfriend, holding him, kissing him, telling him how much he loved him. He wanted to be in bed with Greg, making love to hm.

He loved going out with the love of his life, loved showing him off to the world, loved knowing that of all the people Greg could choose to be with, this beautiful man had chosen him. But he loved his private time with Greg even more -- and at the moment, he wanted more of that time.

Greg tilted his head to the side with a soft laugh, studying Ryan intently for a few moments. When he finally spoke, his tone was light and teasing, but Ryan could sense the underlying question beneath the words, the uncertainty that Greg couldn't bring himself to voice.

"Do you want to go home now?" Greg asked quietly, piciking up his coffee cup and taking a sip of the hot liquid. They could still have dessert, but the only treat that Ryan wanted at the moment was time alone with the man he loved, to do all the things that they couldn't do in public.

Ryan nodded, smiling and reaching across the table to touch Greg's hand before picking up his own coffee cup. "Yeah, right now I'd rather be at home alone with you than be here in public. Too hard to do some things without possibly getting us kicked out of here on our asses."

Greg's response to that was another soft laugh, and a quick nod of his head. "I'm with you on that," he said, his voice full of promise. "But let's finish our coffee first. I'd hate to let that go to waste. Besides, it's not often that we go out to a place like this."

Ryan had to agree with that; it was seldom that they went out at all these days. They had been working double shifts a lot of the time; they'd been too busy for much of anything in their off hours other than taking Wolfie for walks and sleeping. They hadn't even made love that often.

But tonight was going to be different. Tonight, they had the night off, and Ryan intended to make sure that every moment of this evening was concentrated on the two of them. Tonight, neither of them would think of anything besides each other.

It took them both a few minutes to finish their coffee; when they did, Ryan signaled to the waitress that they were ready to pay the check, and handed her his credit card. He smiled across the table at Greg when she'd left, raising one eyebrow in question.

"Ready to go home and get lost in each other?" he asked, gazing into those deep, dark eyes. He could read desire in their depths -- desire, and a love that took his breath away. Never in his life would he have ever dreamed of being loved like this -- by a man who he loved in return.

"I sure am," Greg said softly, keeping his voice low as the waitress came back to their table. Ryan tucked his credit card back into his wallet, then rose and reached for Greg's hand to twine their fingers together, an irrepressible shiver of excitement going through his body as he did so.

He would spend the rest of the evening gazing into Greg's eyes, holding him close, loving him as thoroughly as he possibly could. His footsteps quickened as they left the restaurant and headed towards his car, Greg's steps in perfect rhythm with his, both of them eager for the night that lay ahead.

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