'My Way Home' Part 4
TITLE: My Way Home
AUTHOR: Sam/Greg Sanders
GENRE: m/m Slash
FANDOM: CSI Vegas
PAIRING: Greg/?
RATING: PG
SEQUEL: Yep, to ‘Sometimes’, & ‘That’s where it is’, & ‘Angel’
WARNINGS: Song fic #4, this time with Jessica Simpson’s ‘My Way Home’
BETA’S: Becca/Paul & Kat/Ryan
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them…..just play with them
SUMMARY: Greg finds his way home
A/N: Still not telling you who the mystery man is….so nanana
A/N2: Italics are song lyrics ‘My Way Home’ ~by Jessica Simpson
My Way Home
We’ve all been down a dusty road
Trying to see around the bend
In search of something
Lots of faces, different places
Emptiness had settled in
And then I saw him
Sitting back in his lab, Greg watched as everything flowed around him, trying not to give into the feelings of loneliness and despair that were trying to overtake him. He had been in this place before, not here in Vegas, but in every other place he had ever been. He recognized the signs and was trying to push past them but it wasn’t working and it never did when he was left to deal with it on his own. Then he looked up and caught worried green eyes with his and gasped at the emotions he saw there.
Envision a picture-perfect world
As you focus in the lens
Fairytale begins
Now I’m so happy that I found you
I just wanna break down and cry
And laugh, and hug and kiss
“I love you. I’m glad that you walked into my lab when you did. I was contemplating leaving until I looked in your eyes.” Greg whispered, laying his head on the broad chest once both were home.
“I’m glad you didn’t leave.”
I’m the lover of a soul
Deep inside this man that I know
I will give it all and let go
Through his eyes, I’ll find my way home
“I want to know what you see in me. Because when I look at you all I can see is home.” Greg said kissing up the long and exposed neck.
He can take me to heaven
That’s why I need him, why I want him
There’s no one I’d rather love
No other can touch him
I will promise you all I am
“I need you, please….let me give you all that I can.” Greg moaned as expert fingers played his body like a fiddler.
I’ll find my way home
I will give it all and let go.
Losing himself in the sensations Greg knew, without a doubt that he would always find his way home.
The End.