Eddy smiled, seeming happy with that idea-- to just let things progress naturally, let them unfold and see where they ended up...  It would save them both a lot of stress, let them learn each other unrushed, enjoy each other's company without expectations or pressures...<br/><br/>Then he leaned in and kissed him, something Luke had been wanting to feel again for weeks.  It was so sweet, so soft and intimate; the boy would have melted, he was just a sappy romantic and he knew it.  But still...  He smiled into the kiss, returning the gentle touch of lips, and stroked Eddy's cheek, fingertips brushing over the whiskers there.  He liked the sensation, liked the raspiness, the warmth...<br/><br/>The music was lulling, full of sorrow but so pretty it didn't matter.  Luke hummed, mouths pressed together and capturing the sound, then pulled away to let the notes disappear.  He was dangerously close to spending the night again, if Eddy wanted him to; it'd be so hard to say no...<br/><br/>"If your cat doesn't get up soon, I may be stuck here..."  A bad joke, a lame excuse, but one he would use if he could, and Luke scratched fondly at Your Majesty's ears to show he meant no offense.