The last thing Mohinder wanted was to be alone in the bed, but Gabriel was quick and it gave Mohinder a moment to dab himself off as well before he was gathered back up.

Mohinder immediately cuddled into Gabriel's embrace and spread his fingers across Gabriel's forearm as he tucked his head under his chin. "That wasn't the worst way to celebrate our new positions at the Torchwood Institute," Mohinder laughed, pressing his lips against any part of flesh he could reach. The stubble growing on Gabriel's throat tickled his nose but he was rather sure that the peach fuzz on his head was doing the same to his lover.

He was going to suggest ordering pizza later and just staying in bed for the rest of the evening.

Who knew what tomorrow would hold for them after all?