Fic: Southern Comfort
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nickngregTitle: Southern Comfort
Author: Deb
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Category: Established relationship/Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the pretties, I'm just playing in the sandbox!
Author's Note: First post here, so um. Hi. *nervous smile* All my plot llabbits have been complete, sappy, romantic and/or fluff lately. I'm a sucker for fluff...
Feedback: Slings and arrows to the left, sticks and stones to the right. No burning in effigy please, I'm on a diet.
Crossposted: nickngreg, csi_slash
If you asked Greg to pick his favorite single thing about Nick, he could debate endlessly over every feature. He could wax poetic over the dimples, the smile, those eyes that were some delicious shade of brown hovering between milk and bittersweet chocolate. He could go on endlessly about the silky texture of his skin, the softness of Nick's hair. But if he had to pick a single thing he loved most about Nick, it would be his voice.
Yeah, that southern fried hint of Texas that got more pronounced when Nick was tired, the way that voice went husky and just a bit frayed when Nick was desperately aroused. Greg loved the way that voice conveyed emotions, growing deeper, softer, consonants slurred, vowels drawn out. He loved the way it went rough and hoarse after a hot sweaty bout of sex. But mostly he loved how every whisper felt like a physical caress.
Greg had fallen in love with Nick's voice first. From there, it had been all downhill. Hard to stop falling for a guy when you loved his voice, could listen to him talk endlessly. Greg cheerfully admitted (now, anyway) that he'd flirted so shamelessly just to hear that voice get embarrassed, to hear that drawl run thicker then molasses in January.
Evil maybe. But what super genius scientist didn't have a plot to take over the world on the back burner these days? The lab rat smiled to himself as Nick pulled him closer in sleep. No, Greg didn't mind staying up late, or waking up early. Not as long as Nick's voice was the last thing he heard at night, and first thing he heard in the morning. Content, Greg finally let his eyes close and his mind drift, Nick's whispered, "Love you, baby," carrying him off to sleep.
Author: Deb
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Spoilers: None
Category: Established relationship/Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the pretties, I'm just playing in the sandbox!
Author's Note: First post here, so um. Hi. *nervous smile* All my plot llabbits have been complete, sappy, romantic and/or fluff lately. I'm a sucker for fluff...
Feedback: Slings and arrows to the left, sticks and stones to the right. No burning in effigy please, I'm on a diet.
Crossposted: nickngreg, csi_slash
If you asked Greg to pick his favorite single thing about Nick, he could debate endlessly over every feature. He could wax poetic over the dimples, the smile, those eyes that were some delicious shade of brown hovering between milk and bittersweet chocolate. He could go on endlessly about the silky texture of his skin, the softness of Nick's hair. But if he had to pick a single thing he loved most about Nick, it would be his voice.
Yeah, that southern fried hint of Texas that got more pronounced when Nick was tired, the way that voice went husky and just a bit frayed when Nick was desperately aroused. Greg loved the way that voice conveyed emotions, growing deeper, softer, consonants slurred, vowels drawn out. He loved the way it went rough and hoarse after a hot sweaty bout of sex. But mostly he loved how every whisper felt like a physical caress.
Greg had fallen in love with Nick's voice first. From there, it had been all downhill. Hard to stop falling for a guy when you loved his voice, could listen to him talk endlessly. Greg cheerfully admitted (now, anyway) that he'd flirted so shamelessly just to hear that voice get embarrassed, to hear that drawl run thicker then molasses in January.
Evil maybe. But what super genius scientist didn't have a plot to take over the world on the back burner these days? The lab rat smiled to himself as Nick pulled him closer in sleep. No, Greg didn't mind staying up late, or waking up early. Not as long as Nick's voice was the last thing he heard at night, and first thing he heard in the morning. Content, Greg finally let his eyes close and his mind drift, Nick's whispered, "Love you, baby," carrying him off to sleep.
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Date: 2004-12-19 01:12 pm (UTC)Niiiice... And I gotta say, I have to agree with Greg... The voice is dead- end sexy :D
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Date: 2004-12-19 02:32 pm (UTC)This hit last night when I couldn't sleep. So I got up, wrote it down and got it finished inside 15 minutes. I love when things go so easily.
It's always good to turn people into puddles. I'm all happy now!
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Date: 2004-12-19 06:05 pm (UTC)Oh and I love your icon!
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