Fic: Home
Title - Home
Author - ebonymist
Fandom - CSI: Miami
Pairing - Eric/Ryan
Prompt - #17 Home
Rating - PG
Word Count - 541
Summary - Ryan's moving in with Eric.
Warnings - AU; Spoilers for Nailed
Notes - Ryan's POV, Speed's still alive. Unbeta'd
Disclaimer - The ones you recognize don't belong to me. The others do.
I've finally agreed to it; after months of talking it over, weighing the ups and downs, and working through all the issues, I've agreed to move in with Eric. And although he hasn't said anything about it, and neither have I, I think he knows I gave in because of the incident last week involving the wrong end of a nailgun. That incident, as I have taken to calling it, made me realize that no matter what, I want to spend as much time as I possibly can with him, especially if that means waking up next to him in the morning and falling asleep in his arms at night. Besides, I've spent nearly every night at his places for the last six months anyway. This is just a slightly bigger step of what we've already accomplished.
Eric comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. We're surrounded by all our friends, and although they've never seen us like this (with the exception of Speed, who thinks he helped us get together in the first place), I don't mind them watching.
"I'm glad you decided to move in," Eric whispers against my neck.
"Me too. And don't do that," I mutter. He knows just how sensitive my neck is.
He chuckles and tightens his grip on my waist, only to let go a moment later when someone knocks on our door.
Our door.
It sounds so strange to refer to something of Eric's as 'ours'. The relationship was always ours, but other than that, it was Eric's apartment or my bed or my TV or Eric's kitchen. Now it's our apartment, our bed, our TV, our kitchen.
Our home.
A high-pitched squeal cuts through all the other noise in the room as Eric's niece, Marisa, launches herself at me.
No, she's our niece, I remind myself as I pick the four-year-old up. She takes a deep breath and launches into one of the long-winded babbles I've witnessed on numerous occasions in the nine months since we met. I nod and smile and pretend to listen as she rambles about anything that comes to mind. Apparently, I do a fine job of convincing her that she has my undivided attention, because she doesn't give me one of those trademark Delko Glares that I've been told were passed down from Eric's mother.
Balancing Marisa in one arm, I give Eric's oldest sister Estelle a hug and shake Carlos, her husband's hand. It's going to take some getting used to before I start calling them my sister and brother-in-law in my mind.
There's a small tugging on my pant-leg and I look down to see Marisa's two-year-old brother staring back at me with one arm raised in a plea to be picked up and the thumb of the other hand in his mouth. "Up, pwease," Julio mumbles around his thumb.
I laugh and sit cross-legged on the carpet, settling one of the kids on each leg. "That work?" Marisa nods, not even pausing in her long ramble, and Julio just curls up against my side and falls asleep.
Glancing up, I catch Eric's eye and grin. Here, in our apartment, surrounded by friends and family, I really do feel like I'm home.
Author - ebonymist
Fandom - CSI: Miami
Pairing - Eric/Ryan
Prompt - #17 Home
Rating - PG
Word Count - 541
Summary - Ryan's moving in with Eric.
Warnings - AU; Spoilers for Nailed
Notes - Ryan's POV, Speed's still alive. Unbeta'd
Disclaimer - The ones you recognize don't belong to me. The others do.
I've finally agreed to it; after months of talking it over, weighing the ups and downs, and working through all the issues, I've agreed to move in with Eric. And although he hasn't said anything about it, and neither have I, I think he knows I gave in because of the incident last week involving the wrong end of a nailgun. That incident, as I have taken to calling it, made me realize that no matter what, I want to spend as much time as I possibly can with him, especially if that means waking up next to him in the morning and falling asleep in his arms at night. Besides, I've spent nearly every night at his places for the last six months anyway. This is just a slightly bigger step of what we've already accomplished.
Eric comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. We're surrounded by all our friends, and although they've never seen us like this (with the exception of Speed, who thinks he helped us get together in the first place), I don't mind them watching.
"I'm glad you decided to move in," Eric whispers against my neck.
"Me too. And don't do that," I mutter. He knows just how sensitive my neck is.
He chuckles and tightens his grip on my waist, only to let go a moment later when someone knocks on our door.
Our door.
It sounds so strange to refer to something of Eric's as 'ours'. The relationship was always ours, but other than that, it was Eric's apartment or my bed or my TV or Eric's kitchen. Now it's our apartment, our bed, our TV, our kitchen.
Our home.
A high-pitched squeal cuts through all the other noise in the room as Eric's niece, Marisa, launches herself at me.
No, she's our niece, I remind myself as I pick the four-year-old up. She takes a deep breath and launches into one of the long-winded babbles I've witnessed on numerous occasions in the nine months since we met. I nod and smile and pretend to listen as she rambles about anything that comes to mind. Apparently, I do a fine job of convincing her that she has my undivided attention, because she doesn't give me one of those trademark Delko Glares that I've been told were passed down from Eric's mother.
Balancing Marisa in one arm, I give Eric's oldest sister Estelle a hug and shake Carlos, her husband's hand. It's going to take some getting used to before I start calling them my sister and brother-in-law in my mind.
There's a small tugging on my pant-leg and I look down to see Marisa's two-year-old brother staring back at me with one arm raised in a plea to be picked up and the thumb of the other hand in his mouth. "Up, pwease," Julio mumbles around his thumb.
I laugh and sit cross-legged on the carpet, settling one of the kids on each leg. "That work?" Marisa nods, not even pausing in her long ramble, and Julio just curls up against my side and falls asleep.
Glancing up, I catch Eric's eye and grin. Here, in our apartment, surrounded by friends and family, I really do feel like I'm home.