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The Most Beautiful Feeling
Greg's POV
I love being barefoot. It's not that I particularly hate being in shoes or anything, I mean trainers would be my footwear of choice and high heels always have their moments, but there's something about being barefoot that exceeds even that.
Being barefooted lets you feel. You can feel the earth beneath you; feel the texture of the soft grass or carpet, smooth slate, rock. There's something about wearing shoes that makes me feel so cut off from everything. Even socks do it these days! I don't know why the need to be barefooted is getting stronger. Maybe its because I've become a CSI at last and don't feel the need to dress so differently anymore. Or maybe I do feel the need but I ignore it, so that need to be a little different comes out like this.
Whatever it is I'm not ungrateful for it, it makes me appreciate the feeling even more.
When the breeze brushes at my feet it feels a little like freedom, a little rebellion against the conformities and trivialities of modern day life, or just against the professionalism I have to portray at work.
When I feel cold, I embrace it because it's a feeling and reminds me that I'm real. Looking, hearing, smelling and tasting... I love them all! Seeing the greenness that comes with summer, listening to the birds and the wind, smelling the clean air that's like nothing and yet everything, and tasting nothing on the breeze: no pollution, no smog. I've actually come to miss all these blatantly country sense since I moved to Las Vegas, because they're all wonderful. But when you feel the wind intertwining through your fingers, feel the solid ground beneath your feet, feel the heat of someone you love… these feelings are what truly makes life.
Even feeling pain is better than feeling nothing.
But when I feel Nick, just the heat from his body as he lies next to me, the gentle stroke of his hand, the feeling of him inside me. God, these are the feelings that let me know that I'm alive, because I would be empty with out them; I'd be empty without him.
But it's when he holds me close, wraps me up in his arms as if he'll never let go; that, is the most beautiful feeling of all.
A/N: I wrote about my love of being barefooted because I felt like it, and then I thought that it sounded like something that Greg would do. So I wrote it and changed it a little and here it is. Also posted on WMTDB, any comments welcome!