bauble
Gabriel stared into Mohinder’s eyes as they lay facing each other. He gave the curl hanging just above his ear the gentlest touch and smiled.
“Say it again.”
Mohinder broke into a gorgeous grin. “Bauble.”
Gabriel giggled and repeated “Bauble” in Mohinder’s clipped accent. He felt Mohinder’s hand stroke his hip bone under the warm covers and shifted closer to him, slipping a hand onto his waist. “Say, ‘star’.”
“Star.” Mohinder said, removing Gabriel’s American inflection.
“Hmm.” Gabriel nuzzled into Mohinder’s cheek, kissing him softly along the jawline. “Say ‘Gabriel’.”
Mohinder rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Gabriel”.
“Mm, that’s nice, say it again.”
“Gabriel.”
“Say, Gabriel, I love you.”
“Gabriel, I love you.”
“Say, Gabriel, please do some disgusting things to me.”
Mohinder giggled and rolled him onto his back, easing his leg between Gabriel’s. “Do I really have to ask you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Mohinder leaned into his ear, whispering. “Gabriel, please do some disgusting things to me.”
“Well, if you insist….”