Mohinder's bright eyes were what captured Gabriel's attention this time. He often longed for someone to look at him like that, like he was the center of their world and it couldn't make them happier. It made him feel like he'd made the right choice to stay here instead of running fruitlessly after Peter.

Mohinder's squeeze to his backside made him jump slightly and shiver with anticipation. "That'd probably be better, yes. I want to make sure everything's settled, and then we can celebrate. No worries about stamina." He tugged lightly on Mohinder's earlobe with his teeth. "I'm starting to see that waiting's the hard part, here."

He ran his hands lightly over Mohinder's shoulders, then pulled back slightly. It was enough for them to break apart and follow their plan, but he hadn't pulled away completely yet. Of course, this meant he had an extremely good look at Mohinder's face, which was nearly irresistible. "Good thing I've learned patience," he muttered, leaning down to kiss him on the lips again. He didn't notice that he wasn't pulling away quite yet, which was somewhat undermining his statement.