Gabrielle lay on her stomach, head cradled in her arms, watching Christian sleep beside her. His blonde hair fell around his head like fine silk, and her hands twitched to reach out and touch it. Heavy lashes fell over his closed eyes and there was a faint twitch within the muscles of his face, indicating he would soon wake. Her eyes drifted to his lips, the most perfect lips she had ever seen n anyone. No matter what emotion he put forth, his lips always begged to be kissed. It seemed that’s the only reason they were there at times. Gabrielle remembered the roughish hairs of the small goatee on his chin ticking her face as they kissed the night before. As she looked at his neck, looking past the leather strap that held his small Ankh charm, she remembered the sweet taste of his blood, like something drowned in sugar. Christian stirred and rolled over, even closer to where she lay. His hair fell over his shoulder and a strand obstructed his eyes, which fluttered open in an instant. Gabrielle wanted so badly to see the dark stormy blue of his eyes, and she reached out to push the hair away, then hesitated. It was like burning the Mona Lisa. Christian smiled a sleepy smile, noticing her hesitant movement, and closed his eyes again. Gabrielle sighed and started to speak as his eyes opened again, and fixed themselves on her, stopped her words in her throat.
"Good morning." His voice shattered the silence. It seemed an eternity since she'd last let his voice wash over her, but it had only been mere hours. Finally, she reached out again and pushed the hair out of his face, smiling.
"Its not morning." She whispered, and he laughed softly.
"Old habits die hard." Gabrielle was still entranced by his laughter as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. His hands drew her on top of him, and neither wanted to move, because they had been waiting too long, and this moment was too perfect to lose.