Title: Enjoying Love
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Carl Hickman/Louis Daniel
Fandom: Crossing Lines
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 497
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Carl Hickman or Louis Daniel, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"I kept having horrible dreams about your death."

Carl's voice was very soft, and Louis could hear the slight tremble in his tone. It was strange to hear Carl's voice shaking, when he knew that his love was a strong man.

"You shouldn't have had those kinds of dreams," Louis told him, keeping his own voice even, yet soft and reassuring. "Yes, I was in danger, but I can take care of myself."

"I know you can." Carl sighed, the sound one of resignation. "I've never doubted that for a second, Louis. You've been in law enforcement for a long time, and you've been in worse situations than going undercover and being made. But I can't help worrying about you."

Louis nodded, knowing exactly how Carl felt. "I know, my love, I know. If it had been you, then I would have worried about you, too. But as you can see, I came through it intact."

Louis smiled, holding out his arms to the man he loved.

Carl moved closer to Louis in bed, wrapping his arms around the shorter man and pulling him close. Louis closed his eyes, sighing contentedly and letting himself relax in his lover's embrace; nothing felt quite so good as feeling Carl's arms around him and knowing that he was loved.

He'd never felt like this with Rebecca, or with anyone else he'd ever been with. Just more proof that Carl was the one for him, and always had been.

"All I could think about every time I closed my eyes was you dying, and us never seeing each other again," Carl said, one hand stroking Louis' hair. "It was awful."

Louis nodded, his heart feeling as though it was being twisted into a knot. "I'm sorry that I put you through that, Carl," he murmured, holding on tightly to his lover. "I didn't mean to. I didn't realise that you would take me being gone so badly. It won't happen again."

He hoped that he was telling the truth with those words.

He was, wasn't he? He didn't have to go undercover to face danger and even possible death. Their team did that on a daily basis, each and every one of them.

Now wasn't the time to think about death, not now when he was wrapped in his lover's arms and they were together. He didn't want either of them to even contemplate such a thing, not when they could enjoy each other and revel in the fact that they were here, right where they both wanted to be.

"Let's not think about death now," he said softly, raising a hand to trace the outline of Carl's lips with a gentle fingertip. "I'd much rather think about love."

The answering smile on Carl's face told him that his boyfriend was thinking the same thing. There was no doubt that Carl agreed with him.

And it also let him know that they would enjoy love for the rest of their evening.

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