Title: The Touch of His Skin
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Danny Nagano
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 31, Skin
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 Danny Nagano, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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How had he gone without this for so long?

Danny propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at his sleeping boyfriend with a soft smile. Greg looked so angelic, lying there next to him.

He was so lucky to have this man in his life. Who would have thought that when his father had been killed and he was a suspect in the murder that he would fall for one of the CSIs on the case, and become involved with him? But stranger things had probably happened.

It had been inevitable that he'd been attracted to Greg. There was no way that he could not have been; it would be impossible for him not to fall.

Greg was everything he had ever wanted.

He couldn't imagine life without Greg. He had spent so long feeling that all he lived for was golf, but now, he had something more important to fill his heart.

He'd never truly been in love before he'd met Greg. Oh, he might have thought that he had loved, but nothing he'd ever felt for anyone came close to the enormity of all that he felt for the man beside him. Greg was everything to him -- his world, his life, his heart and soul.

It was so hard to leave him and go back to the tournament, even though it was what he had to do. But it would only be for another week or so, and then he'd be back home.

Before Greg had come into his life, he'd always felt sad when tournaments had ended and he'd had to come back home. Now, he couldn't wait to be home.

Greg had changed so much about his life. And every moment with him was one that Danny cherished and held close to his heart. How could he leave, even for only a week, and be without this again for several nights in a row? He almost wanted to call it quits and just stay here.

Tonight he had reveled in the touch of Greg's skin on his, in the feeling of their bodies coming together. He didn't want to give that up for even a single night.

But he had to finish this tournament. He was committed.

He was doing well, and he knew that Greg would want him to continue. If he left now, then he would be throwing too much that he'd worked for away.

So he would stay, and he would think about the touch of Greg's lips on his, the feel of that soft, velvety skin under his fingertips, until the last night of the tournament when he knew that he would be back home the next day, and he could hold the man he loved.

For now, he would enjoy being here with Greg while he had the chance. Smiling, he slid his arms around Greg's slim waist, pulling him close under the covers.

Closing his eyes, he fell asleep with his boyfriend cradled in his embrace.

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