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Intuition is in the Cooper household kitchen, celebrating her recent acquisition of an actual bed with a pineapple and a grin.

She'd almost certainly like to talk to you, whoever you are.

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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.)

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(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.

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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.

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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?

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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.)

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

D'aww.

Inty has a good way to shut up his brain!

It apppears to involve cuddles.

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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.

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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.)