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Title: Love and Rugs.
Author:

kayryn666
Rating: PG
Word Count: 496
Summary: Tickles and Kisses and Love, Oh my!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: Written for

mywheezy who was in dire need of fluff of the cotton candy variety. Well... I think I delivered. A little ditty to break up of all the angst (that I too have added to) and something that hopefully put a smile onto everyone's face. As usual, please let me know if there's any glaring errors that need fixing.

Now being entered in the "Happy Domestic Fluff challenge"

How Greg found out about that spot just under his ribs that sent him into wild all too feminine giggles he never did figure out, but considering he was rolling on his college rug crying “Uncle!” and “Mercy!” between fits of these highly feminine giggle attacks, Nick figured he’d have to do everything he could to make sure Greg repented.

For now though, his oxygen-depleted mind was just trying to figure out how to get away from his boyfriend who was currently using his knowledge to the best of his capabilities.

"Good GOD Greg! Stop it!" Nick managed to howl, after taking a rather large breath and expelling it all out in a last ditch effort to be heard. Greg laughed that full, throaty laugh that usually only came after a wild night in the sack and slowly ceased his ministration, scratching where he had been tickling to ease the itch he knew would be building there.

"You're adorable," Greg replied. Nick scowled playfully at the Lab Rat turned CSI that was doing a rather good job of still keeping him pinned to the ground.

"Adorable is for kids and pets. Which I am neither," he huffed. "Speaking of which, what the HELL sparked this impromptu tickle attack? The one that makes me think you've turned into a twelve year old kid." Greg smiled and Nick felt his heart flutter a little bit.

"I just like seeing you laugh. You don't do it enough after everything happened," Greg replied sincerely, ducking his head in modesty and Nick found he couldn't even manage to pretend to be mad.

"That was the single sweetest thing you've ever said to me," Nick replied, reaching down to run his fingers through Greg's hair. Greg looked up and smiled at the praise, and shimmied up the rest of Nick's body so that they were nose-to-nose, the entirety of Greg's weight resting mostly on Nick's body. Saying nothing, he leaned down and brushed his lips carefully against Nick's, nothing fancy. Just the meeting of soft skin on soft skin, and for Nick, it was perfect.

"Love you," he heard mumbled against his lips and Nick found himself wide eyed and staring at Greg as the younger man pulled away. Greg laughed at the awed expression on Nick's face before planting both hands on either side of Nick's head and pushing himself off the Texan. Once on his feet Greg padded over to the bedroom and slinked inside.

Blinking for about twelve seconds after Greg had disappeared into their room, Nick found himself getting off the ground and walking to the door, pausing to lean against the door jam, observing Greg who was busying himself for bed.

"I lied," he said and Greg looked up at him.

"What you said just now, that was the single sweetest thing you've ever said to me," he concluded. "And I love you too."

And, Nick thought, Greg could light up all of Vegas with that smile.