Heaven Here

We are the only ones who feel it.
Tonight we drink, tonight we dance with all the last ones who can hear it.
We're calling in whispers, we're tired of waiting.
We'll take what we want and leave, leave what we know behind.

They'd sat at the bar with Catherine and Warrick for what seemed like hours, engaging in the kind of playful banter no one would guess at unless they knew the truth. Soft, lingering touches and slow, warm smiles and Greg's eyes bulging out of his head every time Nick licked his lips. Every nerve in his body was frazzled and just begging to be touched and these light arm rubs were only making it worse.

He couldn't believe they'd made it here, sitting side by side, drinking and laughing and enjoying each other. They knew that tonight was the night, they were through with the waiting game.

And tonight we are the only ones who feel it,
So let it last all night, so let it last all night.
Let the fire surround us, let it all cave in, let it all burn wild.

Greg wasn't sure how they'd gotten from the club to his apartment, all he knew was that he was really enjoying the feeling of Nick's stubble on his neck. His hands were clutching at Nick's shirt as the man went to town. He remembered every time they'd ever been together in vivid detail.

He also remembered what it was like to be blown through a glass wall and spend a week in the hospital. What it felt like as the scars grew and stretched and how panicked he'd been the first couple of weeks when he'd wake up in a strange bed with smoke still in his nostrils and fire at his back. He remembered the feel of Nick's hands on the rippled skin of his shoulder, massaging the scar tissue and pressing feather light kisses to the imperfect area. And the way he'd held the younger man as he fought and sobbed his way through the nightmares.

After everything Greg had put him through, Nick was the one who'd taken care of him, made him feel human again.

"G?" Nick asked pulling away to look at his counterpart. "What's wrong?"

It was only then that Greg felt the wetness on his face, followed by Nick's hands wiping it away.

"I-" Greg started shakily.

"It's okay," the older man told him, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Greg cleared his throat and looked into the other man's eyes. "I love you."

Nick answered by pushing the man into the bedroom.

Naked and tangled and twisted in love,
And tonight we are the only ones who feel it.
Heaven is here,
And tonight we are the only ones who feel it.

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So…um…that's it. Nick and Greg got the happy ending they deserve. Review…if you want…no pressure…it would make me happy.

Thanks to the people who've stuck by this story, even after I'd forgotten about it.

Emilia