Title: Untitled (Can anyone think of one?)
Author: Bloodanna
Rating: PGish (why do you make me do the rating? I am so bad at it, lol.)
Ep: N/A
Warning: None
A/Ns: This is short and inspired by the first line in the Savage Garden song Affirmation from the C.D. of the same name. The song reminds so much of Greg I'm planning on writing a drabble for each line. Though when I actually do complete them I'll probably be standing on a porch step yelling at the kids to get off my lawn, lol.
Nick woke up to the smell of eggs and onions.
Getting out of bed Nick shuffled to the kitchen to find Greg making omelets in a wok.
Chuckling softly to himself, Nick walked up behind Greg and put his arms around his waist. His chin resting in the swoop of Greg's left shoulder.
"I'm so glad we made up." Nick whispered, his breath fogging across Greg's neck.
Greg elbowed Nick softly, pushing him away.
"We never made up."
"What about last night?" Nick asked confused, as memories came flashing though his mind.
Harsh whispers, eyes misted with love.
Hot, bruised lips and soothing fingertips.
Breath mingling together and bodies so close they're almost one.
Greg grinned. "I just don't think the sun should set on an argument."
Standing on his tiptoes Greg kissed Nick on the forehead, then went back to ignoring him.
Fin.
This is only my second CSI fic, so I'm still working on getting the people right, but I like how this turned out, mostly 'cause I can see Greg doing this and Nick just sitting there dumbfounded, lol.
Hope y'all like it
Author: Bloodanna
Rating: PGish (why do you make me do the rating? I am so bad at it, lol.)
Ep: N/A
Warning: None
A/Ns: This is short and inspired by the first line in the Savage Garden song Affirmation from the C.D. of the same name. The song reminds so much of Greg I'm planning on writing a drabble for each line. Though when I actually do complete them I'll probably be standing on a porch step yelling at the kids to get off my lawn, lol.
Nick woke up to the smell of eggs and onions.
Getting out of bed Nick shuffled to the kitchen to find Greg making omelets in a wok.
Chuckling softly to himself, Nick walked up behind Greg and put his arms around his waist. His chin resting in the swoop of Greg's left shoulder.
"I'm so glad we made up." Nick whispered, his breath fogging across Greg's neck.
Greg elbowed Nick softly, pushing him away.
"We never made up."
"What about last night?" Nick asked confused, as memories came flashing though his mind.
Harsh whispers, eyes misted with love.
Hot, bruised lips and soothing fingertips.
Breath mingling together and bodies so close they're almost one.
Greg grinned. "I just don't think the sun should set on an argument."
Standing on his tiptoes Greg kissed Nick on the forehead, then went back to ignoring him.
Fin.
This is only my second CSI fic, so I'm still working on getting the people right, but I like how this turned out, mostly 'cause I can see Greg doing this and Nick just sitting there dumbfounded, lol.
Hope y'all like it
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Date: 2005-06-16 05:06 am (UTC)Grr. I want to steal it.
Freaky, because I was listening to that song today and the line "I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone" reminds me of Greg. Dunno why. Just does.
Hm, now for the drabble ... cute.
Greg elbowed Nick softly, pushing him away. "We never made up."
Hahaha. Hahahaha. Ha. I can see it. Eyebrow raised, smirking ... ohhh.
Love it.
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