Goren sees the look in Logan's eyes and is astute enough even in his half-crazed state of need to see the fear also present in those dark, glimmering emerald orbs. It is something only he could see; anyone else would have been too preoccupied to notice. He reaches for Logan's hands, stills their movement against his chest. Gently he draws Logan to him and ever so tenderly, with unhurried motions and the sweetest kisses, lulls him into a perfect calm. And then, with exquisite gentleness, Goren allows Logan to remove the last article of clothing, and they are both naked of anything save the burning fire that is their love.
"I love you," Logan whispers, the words only half spoken, caught between a shuddering breath and a groan of desire. It is more than a sentence, more than mere words. It is a promise, a vow, a declaration of passion unending and a pledge of infinite heaven.
Goren's hands are on his shoulders, clinging to him, his fingernails raising small scratches on Logan's skin. Goren is everywhere he should be – around him, inside him, like the most natural thing in the world. The smell of love rises between them, dark and sensual, and before Logan knows what's happening he's lost control. Oblivion claims him; he falls into nothingness. He closes his eyes, weightless and free. He has never been happier in his life.
Goren stirs some time later to find Logan nestled against him, one hand splayed on his chest. He follows the creases of Logan's wide forehead, kisses them smooth. His heart fills to bursting, overwhelmed by his love for the man in his arms, by the sheer symphonic beauty they created when their bodies became one. He finds tears in his eyes and does not brush them away as they course slowly down his cheek.
But how can they hide something so consuming? From Deakins, from Eames, from Barek...Goren gives an internal grimace as he imagines Eames' reaction. Of course, to give her credit, she might simply roll with it and move on. But what if she doesn't?
Someone's going to find out. We can't hide this forever. Goren cradles his sleeping lover in his arms, very aware of the treasure he holds. I can't lose him. Not now, not after all the rigmarole it took to get him in the first place. I'll never let him go.
Goren has been afraid exactly twice before in his life. The first time was when, at the tender age of nine, he had realized, in Nicole's words, that his mommy wasn't like all the other mommies. The second was when he heard Judge Garrett had sent a private investigator to interrogate his mother. There had been anger, yes, violent rage unlike anything he had felt in recent times, but also fear. Fear of what the cheap stunt had cost his mother in terms of progress and stability.
And now, suddenly, Goren is afraid again.