Happy Amanda Day!!!!
Today is Amanda Day! My dear friend serialbathera frequently will select a friend and make a special day for them with fics or icons or other online goodies. She's one of the sweetest people I know and so it only seemed fair that some of her friends get together and give her a special day of her own!
Because the George/Rich pairing for Profiler is your favorites, I've written a fic for you which is under the cut.
Title: A Proposal
Pairing: George/Rich
Rating: PG
Description: A year after addressing his addiction to prescription drugs, George and Rich are at a crossroads in their relationship.
Author's Notes: This is for serialbathera, I hope that you enjoy!
George watched Rich sleeping and felt anxious. He'd come so close to losing him forever when he'd spiraled out of control and struggled with prescription drug addiction. The night Rich left had been the moment he truly hit bottom. That was the moment he knew he had to get help. After six months of separation, George had reached out to him and although it had been slow and hesitant at first, they'd begun dating.
Neither of them quite knew how to act around the other. In some ways they were so familiar with each other and in other ways different. Both of them struggled to forgive the hurts and resentment, but together they'd worked through them. After several halting months, they seemed to be close once more. They weren't living together, but most nights, Rich would sleep over. Last night, Rich had taken him to a romantic restaurant to celebrate his one year mark of sobriety and George found himself blurting out clumsily an invitation for Rich to move back in.
While Rich hadn't said no, he'd looked strangely and asked to talk about it later. Rich insisted that he loved him and that everything was all right between them, but they didn't make love and he seemed uneasy. It was hard to know what to make of his reaction. He'd been thinking about asking Rich to move back in for a while, but he hadn't meant to ask last night. It was just that the restaurant had been so romantic and Rich had been telling him how proud of him he was. He hoped he hadn't ruined things between them. The first rays of light were starting to come in through the bedroom window and he closed his eyes in a vain attempt at sleep.
When the alarm went off, George wanted to ask Rich why he'd put off answering him, but remained silent. They got ready for work and Rich stopped before leaving and kissed him deeply.
"I love you," Rich told him. "Later we'll talk. I just need you to trust me, okay?"
George went into the VCTF and tried to go about his day. He hated not knowing where things stood and despite the kiss and assurance, it was hard not to fret. During lunch, his cell rang he felt relieved when he heard Rich's voice on the other end.
"Hi, Beautiful. I know it's you're eating at your desk, but I want you to meet me. I'm texting you the address. Get here as soon as you can and don't worry about the office. I've already cleared it with Bailey and you're off for the rest of today."
Surprised, George left the office as his cellphone beeped and he walked to his car. Although he wasn't familiar with the exact address, he was familiar with the area. It was in a district of historic houses that he and Rich used to drive through on Sundays. They would discuss the merits of the various houses and talk about buying one of them someday and end up eating ice cream on their way home. But that had been before his addiction had driven them apart.
Driving through the streets of Atlanta, he couldn't imagine why he wanted to meet there on a weekday. George drove slowly as he pulled into the neighborhood and watched carefully for street signs. He finally found the street and pulled up when he spotted Rich leaning against his car. He got out and approached him uncertainly.
"What's going on?"
Kissing his cheek lightly and taking his hand, Rich suggested, "Why don't you come with me and find out?"
George allowed him to lead him along the sidewalk, then stopped as Rich tried to lead him up to one of the houses. "Seriously, what's going on?"
"You ask too many questions," Rich teased lightly. When George balked, he shook his head and laughed. "Okay, I give up. I was going to do this last night at the restaurant and then you interrupted me. And I was going to try to do this inside, but you're making this a huge challenge."
"Making what a challenge?"
"Asking you to marry me. Last night I had the speech already and then you asked me about moving in. I don't want to move in with you-"
"But you just-"
Shaking his head with amusement, Rich cut him off. "Let me finish. I didn't want to move in with you, because I want to marry you. Moving back into your apartment would be taking a step back. We've come too far for that. I think it's time we made a new start in a real home together."
Shocked, George stared at Rich and then at the house and back at his lover once more. "You mean-"
Getting on one knee, Rich asked, "George Fraley, I meant what I said last night. I'm so proud of you for all you've done this last year and I want to be there to celebrate with you every year. Will you promise to be mine forever? Marry me."
George couldn't quite manage to speak, but nodded and flung himself into Rich's arms as he stood up. He'd been to hell and back. Not just over the past year, but really over most of his life. It had been so hard feeling like he never quite fit in and seeing everyone around him getting married and having families. As much as he loved Rich, he'd never really allowed his mind to wander to this point. And yet now he was there. Loved. Cherished. Maybe he would always be awkward, but there was one place he would always fit in and that was what mattered the most.
Later he would ask Rich about the house, but for now, he allowed Rich to kiss him and lead him into the house to celebrate...
Because the George/Rich pairing for Profiler is your favorites, I've written a fic for you which is under the cut.
Title: A Proposal
Pairing: George/Rich
Rating: PG
Description: A year after addressing his addiction to prescription drugs, George and Rich are at a crossroads in their relationship.
Author's Notes: This is for serialbathera, I hope that you enjoy!
George watched Rich sleeping and felt anxious. He'd come so close to losing him forever when he'd spiraled out of control and struggled with prescription drug addiction. The night Rich left had been the moment he truly hit bottom. That was the moment he knew he had to get help. After six months of separation, George had reached out to him and although it had been slow and hesitant at first, they'd begun dating.
Neither of them quite knew how to act around the other. In some ways they were so familiar with each other and in other ways different. Both of them struggled to forgive the hurts and resentment, but together they'd worked through them. After several halting months, they seemed to be close once more. They weren't living together, but most nights, Rich would sleep over. Last night, Rich had taken him to a romantic restaurant to celebrate his one year mark of sobriety and George found himself blurting out clumsily an invitation for Rich to move back in.
While Rich hadn't said no, he'd looked strangely and asked to talk about it later. Rich insisted that he loved him and that everything was all right between them, but they didn't make love and he seemed uneasy. It was hard to know what to make of his reaction. He'd been thinking about asking Rich to move back in for a while, but he hadn't meant to ask last night. It was just that the restaurant had been so romantic and Rich had been telling him how proud of him he was. He hoped he hadn't ruined things between them. The first rays of light were starting to come in through the bedroom window and he closed his eyes in a vain attempt at sleep.
When the alarm went off, George wanted to ask Rich why he'd put off answering him, but remained silent. They got ready for work and Rich stopped before leaving and kissed him deeply.
"I love you," Rich told him. "Later we'll talk. I just need you to trust me, okay?"
George went into the VCTF and tried to go about his day. He hated not knowing where things stood and despite the kiss and assurance, it was hard not to fret. During lunch, his cell rang he felt relieved when he heard Rich's voice on the other end.
"Hi, Beautiful. I know it's you're eating at your desk, but I want you to meet me. I'm texting you the address. Get here as soon as you can and don't worry about the office. I've already cleared it with Bailey and you're off for the rest of today."
Surprised, George left the office as his cellphone beeped and he walked to his car. Although he wasn't familiar with the exact address, he was familiar with the area. It was in a district of historic houses that he and Rich used to drive through on Sundays. They would discuss the merits of the various houses and talk about buying one of them someday and end up eating ice cream on their way home. But that had been before his addiction had driven them apart.
Driving through the streets of Atlanta, he couldn't imagine why he wanted to meet there on a weekday. George drove slowly as he pulled into the neighborhood and watched carefully for street signs. He finally found the street and pulled up when he spotted Rich leaning against his car. He got out and approached him uncertainly.
"What's going on?"
Kissing his cheek lightly and taking his hand, Rich suggested, "Why don't you come with me and find out?"
George allowed him to lead him along the sidewalk, then stopped as Rich tried to lead him up to one of the houses. "Seriously, what's going on?"
"You ask too many questions," Rich teased lightly. When George balked, he shook his head and laughed. "Okay, I give up. I was going to do this last night at the restaurant and then you interrupted me. And I was going to try to do this inside, but you're making this a huge challenge."
"Making what a challenge?"
"Asking you to marry me. Last night I had the speech already and then you asked me about moving in. I don't want to move in with you-"
"But you just-"
Shaking his head with amusement, Rich cut him off. "Let me finish. I didn't want to move in with you, because I want to marry you. Moving back into your apartment would be taking a step back. We've come too far for that. I think it's time we made a new start in a real home together."
Shocked, George stared at Rich and then at the house and back at his lover once more. "You mean-"
Getting on one knee, Rich asked, "George Fraley, I meant what I said last night. I'm so proud of you for all you've done this last year and I want to be there to celebrate with you every year. Will you promise to be mine forever? Marry me."
George couldn't quite manage to speak, but nodded and flung himself into Rich's arms as he stood up. He'd been to hell and back. Not just over the past year, but really over most of his life. It had been so hard feeling like he never quite fit in and seeing everyone around him getting married and having families. As much as he loved Rich, he'd never really allowed his mind to wander to this point. And yet now he was there. Loved. Cherished. Maybe he would always be awkward, but there was one place he would always fit in and that was what mattered the most.
Later he would ask Rich about the house, but for now, he allowed Rich to kiss him and lead him into the house to celebrate...