Daniel looks up at him. Louis is so beautiful. There's such overwhelming, aching affection, and he feels this wonderful surge of relief — not for the first time — that he'll never have to look at Louis and see him fogged over and alien ever again. No more morning afters with him acting like a pod person. No more record-skip confusion. Just Louis, just the guy at the bar Daniel was smitten by, and all the truth within him.

A deep kiss. Daniel keeps one hand on the back of Louis' head, fingers against his hairline, the other dragging down over the line of his back, perfect and smooth. He hitches up into the slow friction, blood warming again already. (Being a vampire fucking rules, actually.)

Forever is a lot, but Daniel is hungry for it. Taking in everything someone has to give, until they're sick of him. He's too blissed out to worry anymore, his mind whirring and working about only good things, way past the practical concern that Louis doesn't know what he's getting into with such an annoying asshole. Daniel just wants him. Grabs into those feelings, lets Louis feel his own in return. That's the most romantic fucking thing anyone's ever said to him. Thought about him. Whatever.

'We can do that.'