Intuition closes her eyes and just is, feeling the beautiful cycle of emotion between them, his want and hers, her love and his, a single kiss like the lovemaking of gods.

It's perfect.


Which is why her traitorous body chooses that moment to wake her up. She blinks for a moment, staring over at the still-sleeping Gabriel, nothing left of her in the dream but a strong sense of love and a fading imprint of rainbow light.

And blushes heavily.