Normally Paul was gone by the time Gabriel awoke, leaving him alone in bed, but not today.  The young man could feel Paul's finger along his back, trailing over the markings and drawing an invisible line; it was wonderful, a slow and contemplative exploration, and Gabriel shifted into the wandering touch as he woke further.<br/><br/>Green eyes opened little by little, adjusting to the soft sunlight as he arched against Paul's caress.  It was still so strange, to wake up and find himself no longer in his own apartment, but instead in Paul's home-- his home too, as long as Paul wanted him there.  A miracle, if there were such things, and Gabriel was always so thankful to realize he wasn't dreaming, that his surroundings were real.<br/><br/>At first, Paul had taken him shopping, and then when they'd returned, all of Gabriel's things were already there.  He hadn't cared about his furniture or most of the items in his apartment, it meant nothing to him, but he'd been pleased to see some of the smaller objects he liked: a geode, cracked to show the shimmering, whispy purple and grey crystals inside, a shed deer antler, bleached white and gleaming, and his books.  He had a limited library, but the quality was more important to him than quantity, focused only on what made him think, made him feel, as near as a normal person might...<br/><br/>Sometimes Paul left him little notes, detailing what Gabriel needed to do that day-- different little tasks, or what he needed to wear, whatever the man desired.  Gabriel was always happy to comply, always made sure to be ready and waiting.  Sometimes Paul didn't leave anything, didn't contact him at all until he returned; then they would go and eat, and then they would come home and Paul would do as he liked with him, as they both liked...<br/><br/>The last month had been heaven.  Gabriel had been given near free reign, money and freedom to roam, but besides checking on his business and rearranging some of his schedules, he had more or less stayed in the apartment, had spent almost nothing.  The boy didn't need anything else, just to be where he was, wherever Paul wanted him to be.<br/><br/>This morning, the bed wasn't empty, the sheets not cold.  Gabriel wondered faintly why Paul was still in bed, why he wasn't already at work, or exercising, or in the kitchen...  Perhaps it was earlier than he thought.  He slowly turned, just enough to glance at Paul with a soft curve to his lips, a shine in his mild gaze and his pale hair lightly mussed.  Paul's angel said nothing, just stared gently at his Sir, as tender and fragile as a dove.<br/><br/>"Good morning."  The words were nearly cooed, just a flowing, lyrical stream, voice a low murmur to match the hushed state of the dawn.