Faolan wanted to fall asleep again with Lucien wrapped in his arms, but knew that it would be impossible now that he was awake. His brain was alive with thoughts of the previous night's activities, and his face and chest grew flush with thinking about it. The sounds that Lucien had made, the way he made the Irishman feel, so confident and in control...it had been everything he never knew he needed. These thoughts were stirring a new desire in him, even though it had only been last night, he knew that his body would soon follow his mind in waking.

He let Lucien run his hand through his hair and moaned quietly in pleasure, nuzzling his face against Lucien's cool skin. He smelled like he always did...pure, fresh air...but no, now there was something different...an unfamiliar but familiar scent wafting from his skin and hair. He smelled sweet, like something from Faolan's childhood. Like sugar...with a bit of tartness underneath. Blackcurrant...that's what it was. Lucien smelled like sugared blackcurrent on a warm summer day in the field.

[color=a36209]"Mmm..."[/color] he hummed at Lucien's next comment, eyes still closed. After a moment, he opened one to peer up at the Nephilim who smiled down on him. [color=a36209]"Better'n I have in years...you really banjaxed me last night."[/color]