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Awwww.

Inty beams. Simply feeling the reflection of Gabriel's delight at the clock is wonderful. Add that to her delight at his cuteness, and it's like she is a scintillating diamond of sheer happy.

Is he still cute when he's bright pink? (Yes, he caught that bit.)

...Oh, please, wonderful as the clock's precise perfection is, can it really hope to contend against shining smiling Inty? For the record, he hasn't let go of her hands. Quite the contrary: they're being held up gently like he's some kind of period-drama suitor and she his Victorian lady.

Indubitably he is; Gabriel is always cute. She giggles softly and hugs him, projecting love through their unique connection.

O HAY, says Gabriel's brain. Just add fireworks and guess what this is reminding you of!

This second time round, it takes all of two seconds of inner dispute before he kisses the top of her head, arms tight around her (it can't be wrong if they've done it before? --and they're awake now so it doesn't have to stop, and if he does it exactly the same they might be able to recapture it, and did they close the door?)

No they did not.

Alas that he is not telekinetic.

Beaming with that pure thousand-watt joy she's known for, Inty turns around and kisses him back before stepping away just long enough to get the door closed.

And then it's back to Gabriel, because Gabriel is sweet and kind and adorable and, incidentally, awesome (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/12046.html?thread=1066254#t1066254) at kissing.

And with practice he can only get better!

It's tricky, kissing and smiling at the same time, but the narration is sure that doing a lot of it will give you the knack sooner or later.

...With the door closed, this is almost clandestine. Golly.

Inty seems to manage the trick with relative ease.

Oh, and she loves him.

You know, in case there was any doubt about that.

(There wasn't.)

(Still.)

Gabriel sees her love and raises her slightly dazed adoration!

...Dazed because, kissing, yo. Is nice. ~~And they haven't even moved on to tongues yet.~~

No they have not.

--They could fix that.

Unfortunately, Virginia Gray was a great believer in the policy of prevention-by-outlawing-the-very-subject. If there are interesting things to be done with tongues, Gabriel was never made aware of them!

Fortunately, the boy is not without an imagination.

Is it possible to do tongues shyly? Answer: yes.

Is it possible to beam so hard you nearly explode and still do tongues (shyly, because the concept of these two having a sharply distinct emotional state just doesn't work anymore)?

Take a guess. Go on.

Strange. Gabriel would always have assumed that various internal organs doing simultaneous backflips would have had some negative effect on your health. But apparently not!

So long as his lungs don't sieze up entirely, he could get used to this!

...He takes an embarrassed moment to keep his hands from wandering.

Oh hey, potentially wandering hands!

Inty's all good with those, honestly.

(It's nice to have the kind of relationship where you know these things without having to ask, or even think of the question in the first place.)

But wandering hands are going a bit far, aren't they? They're all... physical and stuff?

(It is! He'd bet they're the only people in the world -- in ANY world -- who have that. It's one of the many things he loves about her. One of the many, many things.)

(It's one of the many things she loves about him, too - this exchange, like no other anywhere; this ability of his to see her the same way she sees him. Like equals. Inty doesn't often get equals.)

And hey, if his hands aren't going to go wandering anywhere, hers might just have to wrap around his waist. Cuddling's totally not going a bit far, after all.

Gabriel squeaks a little. Curséd lungs, why do you fail him in his hour of need?

He moves forwards slightly (never mind that they're practically touching already), pulling her closer, quite decidedly NOT breaking the kiss. That's in the category of things he is NOT doing ~~possibly EVER~~.

Moving forwards is good, oh yes it is.

So is hugging him.

And not breaking the kiss - because, yes, List Of Things That Are Not Happening Anytime Soon.

It's so nice when two people's wishes accord so closely, is it not?

It is very nice indeed!

(...Getting nice enough to be Not Allowed. Ah. He tries to ignore it, but once the thought's there ~~sounding suspiciously like his mother~~ it refuses to be smoothed over. Gabriel wonders if it would be too much to ask for his brain to shut up for ten minutes at a time.)

D'aww.

Inty has a good way to shut up his brain!

It apppears to involve cuddles.

Cuddles have a high success rate!

(If mum could see you now, you would get such a hiding.)

...Dammit.

Self-awareness is not welcome here, kthanks.

The oral onslaught ~~if it quite deserves to be called that~~ is lessened somewhat -- sorry, Inty -- in favour of the chaster, more socially acceptable chewing of one's own lip. Plus a blush that envelops not only his cheeks but what feels like his entire body from the waist up. Nothing kills a mood quite like a mental mother looking over your shoulder and making horrified faces.

Whoops.

She hugs him tight and rests her head against his chest (golly, he's tall), and sends - love. Endless love, the Inty way: absolute, unconditional and without hesitation, bound up in a veritable fountain of bright-shining glee. Gabriel makes her happy. Even when he's overshadowed by his mother's foolishness. (Because how can anyone disapprove of what they share? It's pure and wholesome and good; it brings nothing but joy.)