The first time Gavin felt love from Freelancer caught him off guard.
He had become so in tune with their emotions from their time together. The rare times they were focused on something else (or at least trying to be), he found himself just watching them quietly. He had felt the love that radiated off of them when talking about their new friends, or old interests. But he'd never thought it could be for him, and certainly not like this.
He'd had a long day to say the least. Having to make a visit to both Aria and DAMN in the same day was a surefire way to exhaust him. Admittedly, he hadn't even needed to visit DAMN. But whether the incubus was willing to admit that he'd just visited hoping for a glimpse of Freelancer, was another matter.
So, deciding he needed a pick me up from his favourite human was how he ended up in Freelancer's apartment. They weren't here yet, but he could wait. Just being in the quiet, away from the staring eyes of the street helped. Normally he didn't mind indulging in strangers' ogling; but he today he wanted to be seen, not just stared at.
Gavin idles around the apartment - half investigating, half holding back. He typically feels no qualms about poking around human's homes, but again, Freelancer felt different.
He hears keys in the lock and quickly drops back onto their - truly horrid - couch. He shudders on impact. He'd have to fix this. Soon.
Meanwhile, Freelancer obliviously struggles through the doorway. They're laden down with textbooks and reference materials from studying with Damien, as well as various new schedules and papers from Lasko, and a fresh bottle of water from Huxley.
Frankly, they look exhausted.
Gavin opened his mouth to quip some line about breaking and entering when they look up and meet his gaze. The feelings hit him like a arrow to the chest. A huge burst of joy (spiked with a little shock at seeing someone in their apartment, they were still getting used to demons randomly appearing in their living space) hit him as their eyes locked. Curiosity, fatigue, hope, self consciousness, attraction, followed in star trails, blazing around the joy, as they instinctively smile. And then he feels it. Lapping against the shore, hidden to the edges of their heart-
Love.
He doesn't respond, frozen in place with his mouth half open... He hadn't done anything. He watched as the most wonderful person he'd ever met light up just at the sight of him on their couch.
"Gavin." They beam, a little heat rising to their face. "I'm sorry the place is such a mess, that I'm such a mess right now-" They pause examining him closer, tilting their head to one side. "Are you alright?"
"Never better, my Deviant." The incubus purrs, regaining himself. He slides off the sofa and smoothly steals their bags from their grasp, setting them down safely on the floor. "And don't apologise. I came here unannounced I do not expect you to be perfectly prepared for guests at all times." He murmurs, hovering just before their lips. "I would like a kiss though."
The laugh that rings out from them is beautiful. Sending peals of affection and love through the room from their core once again.
"Well of course, Gavin." They smile against his lips as they happily oblige his request.
