Separated by the narrow space of the bed, they face each other. Angel's baby blue eyes meet Morgan's deep brown ones in understanding. The realization that their long-standing friendship, 8 years today, is about to drastically change is evident in both of their gazes.
Slowly, as if afraid speed will make the moment disappear, they move in towards each other. Now, only a breath apart Angel and Morgan sit, waiting. Ever so softly their lips meet as their eyes drift closed. Very soft and gentle, their first kiss.
A small peck really, but soon neither is satisfied with this minimal contact and their hands join even as their heads tilt for better access. Neither is sure who initiated it but they don't really care as their tongues dance together in a shared passion that's found it's voice. Fingers glide over wrists and arms. Angel's come to rest around Morgan's neck. Morgan's tangled in soft, blonde hair. Angel's hair is just as soft as Morgan had imagined. Like silk, shining silk.
Becoming bolder, Morgan moves in closer to Angel using hands full of the golden silk to anchor Angel just so, thus, making it easier for Morgan to ravish the mouth that is now gasping at the sensations being created. Several minutes later the two gently break apart, slightly breathless, but smiling. Blue eyes once again meeting brown they both say "I Love You" causing both to laugh softly and join hands once in again, contentment evident in their gazes.