Just been furniture shopping with my best friend- I tell you now- he has the worst taste in fabric! So after a few hours of everyone telling us we're like an old married couple we actually managed to pick a sofa we both like and I thought I'd post before we head out for dinner and this night is completely lost. (I think he owes me after the day we've had!)

Hope you're all having wonderful weekend :)

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Paramour

(Negotiation)

Greg disappeared out of the spare room leaving Sara to continue messing around and experimenting with her new found enthusiasm for playing the drums. He couldn't help but smile as he heard the clatter of drum sticks and Sara cursing. As much as he knew he was going to enjoy having Sara around Greg had never anticipated having this much fun. He realised that it had been a long time since he had smiled and laughed as much as he done in that one day.

Sara appeared in the kitchen with a grin slipping into one of the seats at the breakfast bar watching as Greg moved around the space getting two mugs of hot chocolate ready. She could feel a strange warmth flood her body as she watched him carefully stir the pan he had set on the stove. It felt so strangely right being here- with Greg.

Out everyone she had met in Las Vegas Greg had proven himself to be the kindest, most generous of them all giving him his free time, his space and things for his friends. She recalled the way she had found him this morning sprawled out on the small sofa in order to make Sara more comfortable. The thought made her feel slightly guilty as she remembered the way his neck had hurt in the morning.

"You can sleep with me...if you want." She blurted out not thinking through the wording of her offer.

"If I'd known all of this time that all it would take was mini-marshmallows and drum lessons to get you into bed these last seven years would have gone very differently." Greg laughed pushing a steaming mug towards her.

"Sorry..." Sara's cheeks flushed pink. "What I meant was since we only have one bed for now- if you don't mind- we could share it." She explained.

"Sounds good...I don't think my neck could have taken another night on the sofa." He grinned taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Squishy heart" Sara shrieked eyeing the mug before her with glee.

"I thought you'd like it. They're your favourites." Greg smiled glad that Sara was pleased. He loved seeing her happy and the moments where it was as if she had forgotten the rest of the word were perfection for him.

"You remembered." She seemed slightly surprised by his thoughtfulness but soon realised that Greg had always put the extra effort in to make her smile, laugh or feel loved.

"Of course..." He nodded smiling into his mug. There were so many things about Sara he had memorised over the years- from the way she liked her coffee to the name of her first pet fish.

"Greg, I-" She cut herself off pursing her lips as she figured out what it was she needed to say to him. "I have no idea how to thank you for everything you've done in the last few days, in the past seven years." Sara decided that it wasn't the right time to tell him about the things she'd been thinking about. She needed to figure out what she wanted before she potentially broke Greg's heart.

"You don't have to thank me Sara- I'm your friend..." he paused. "But I do know what I want in exchange for the bed."

"Anything..." Sara glanced up meeting his eye to gage what he was thinking.

"I want you to keep smiling." Greg stopped for a second to run his tongue over his lower lip. "Like today, I want you to smile and laugh as if everything else doesn't matter."

"I think I can do that." Sara placed her hand over his. "With you here..."

"I'll always be here..." Greg leant forwards kissing her forehead. He pulled away glancing at his watch quickly.

"We should head to bed soon- wouldn't want to be zombie for shift tomorrow." he laughed finishing off his drink. "I'm going to shower."

Greg left Sara alone in the kitchen and she couldn't help but snoop around his space. She looked at the pictures, notes and magnets on his fridge. She took a sip of her drink noticing a small sticky note with the words 'call mum back' scribbled on it. She had heard many stories about Nana and Papa Olaf she wondered what Greg's parents were like. She had heard how protective his mother had always been about him and wondered what she would think of Sara's relationship with her son.

Sara had a feeling deep down that Mrs Sanders wouldn't approve but brushed the thought away as she realised she and Greg were not in a relationship- they hadn't even yet discussed the idea.

With a small sigh she moved into the bedroom pulling on her PJs waiting for Greg. He appeared his blonde hair around him in a messy halo in a t-shirt and his sleep wear boxers.

"Head to toe?" he asked moving slowly towards he bed.

"Sounds good" Sara smiled at him climbing into bed first while Greg switched his various alarms on and adjusted the curtains to be letting the right amount of light in before he climbed into bed at the opposite end to her.

"Goodnight Sara..." He mumbled placing a kiss on her ankle before closing his eyes.

"Greg..." Sara's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Yes?" he asked wondering what she was thinking about but Sara remained silent as the springs of the mattress moved to indicate that she was shifting positions.

Her head appeared from under the covers and Greg couldn't deny the smile that was tugging at his lips. Sara shuffled closer so she was lying beside him.

"Sometimes I have nightmares..." She explained not wanting him to worry if she woke up in the middle of the right.

"That's okay..." Greg replied brushing her hair away from her face.

Instead of returning to her side of the bed Sara laid down making herself comfortable beside Greg facing him her hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat beneath his shirt.

"Goodnight." she whispered closing her eyes.

That night like many nights in Sara's life a nightmare woke her with a sudden start. She could feel her heartbeat thumping in her head and a whimper had escaped her lips before she had a chance to stop it. Greg had wrapped his arms around her bringing her body closer to his whispering into her hair that it was all going to be alright.

Sara clung to him burying her face into his t-shirt attempting to think the violent, bloody imagines of her childhood away. She eventually stilled resting her head against Greg's chest she could feel herself falling into an exhausted slumber in his arms.

Sara woke to the sound of Greg's heartbeat, the feeling of his arms firmly around her making feel safe in a way she had never expected. She stilled not wanting to wake him up smiling to herself at how serene he looked while he was sleeping.

Every night for the next week they fell asleep tangled together in each other's arms enjoying the feeling of each other's body warmth and the sound of their heart beats. They never spoke about it recognising that perhaps it would be best of words were avoiding. And if anyone asked they would just say Sara was crashing on the sofa until the bed for the spare room arrived.

The new bed finally got there placed and ready for Sara to occupy in the spare room. She and Greg said goodbye to each other in the hall way before going into their separate rooms that night. But as Sara stretched out in the space of the cool empty bed she found herself feeling restless. She gave it half an hour before she moved tossing and turning attempting to enjoy the mattress the way she had done that day in the store. But as she thought but it- Sara realised that it wasn't the bed- it was someone missing from it that was stopping her from being able to sleep.

Sara gave up throwing the covers aside sitting up on the edge of the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair, rubbing her eyes and taking a deep breath before she crept down the hall way towards Greg's bedroom.

Standing outside the door she prepared herself for what she was about to do- pushing the door open she found Greg laying in the centre of the bed staring at the ceiling. He shifted slowly meeting hr eye and it was as if they had shared some type of profound acknowledgement.

And without a word Greg moved over lifting the covers up for her. Sara quickly made her way towards the bed settling into the space beside him, she draped one arm across his chest, tucking her head in to the curve of his neck. While Greg pulled her closer towards him- his arms capturing her in his warmth as they created their own ideas of perfection.

"I can't sleep without you..." She whispered to him.