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Drabble 90: Feeling loved
by Beverly aka Bev *too*
It was different.
Strange.
Yet somehow sweet.
Loving.
Gil Grissom closed his eyes, let himself fall into it. Into the sensation. Into this new feeling of being complete. Of being finally at home. With a sigh he relaxed, and rested back against the body of his lover who sat behind him in the tub. Who had just washed his hair, with careful movements. Something that nobody had ever done for him. He felt sentimental to think about such a little thing like that.
But for him it was something that showed him Nick's love more than anything else.
He smiled.
The end