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Title: Routines. Chapter Three.
Characters: Eden/Gabriel.
Rating: NC-17 (Graphic sex).
Word count: 3, 116.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Eden finds her life taking a different turn from her previous selfish ways.
Note: Last chapter! Smut and worries...
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Two weeks had past, then a month and before long Eden was visiting him for going on three months. Bit by bit he started to change. He would no longer hang over or even climb over the bars. When she finds him in the morning he stares out over the ocean, but the need to jump was gone. The brush of her shoulder against him and her command, given out of habit, announced her arrival. And she had changed too. Gone were the stolen clothes and the lingering smell of alcohol. She looked younger, fresher. She felt a better person.
But no matter how she tried she couldn’t make the source of his desperation and sadness disappear and she wouldn‘t. It didn’t feel right for her do take that away, no matter how much she wanted to. Everyone suffered. Eden knew realistically he should be getting some therapy. But she didn’t want him to leave her. She had come to depend on him as much as he did on her. A year had passed in what she could only say was a co-dependent relationship. Unhealthily so? Probably. But they were happy together.
*
He knew she wanted to leave. He could see it in the far away look in her eyes, the way she couldn’t sit still anymore. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave or not. He liked it here, it had that secure collected feel to it. Even the streets, with their grids and straight lines. But where ever she went he was compelled to follow. Over the months he had grown to care for her, maybe even love her. The fact that those feeling might not be entirely in his control was at once disconcerting and assured. He had someone now, someone special. And he wasn’t going to give that up for anything.
She had been put off for the longest time, thinking that he only wanted to be with her because of her gift. Gabriel knew he couldn’t really say what he felt so he told a lie. A white one as his mother would have called it. He told her that yes, he thought she was extraordinary because of her power, but that wasn’t the be and end all. She had fallen asleep on the sand, apparently content. He had kissed her awake.
That kiss had been building up, the irrational feeling that if he didn’t then something bad would happen. Because the dreams he’d been having about her were getting more and more heavy. At first they would be dreams about sitting with her, calmly enjoying each others presence, which was a reflection of their waking moments.
But then the dreams started to become something more confusing and dark. It made him feel molten just thinking of it. They would be having sex on the bench, or on the decks of the pier. Sometimes in the sea. When they started Gabriel was at a loss of how to conduct himself around her during the day. She probably brushed his behaviour off as one of his quarks. He’d never really dated before and honestly never considered it when he had his shop to take care of. Well, not much. Every night he became something else in his mind, someone powerful and dominate. Because always in those dreams he’s the one with the commanding, will stripping voice. But he had to take her to receive his gift.
That was when they started to get more scary. His hands ripping her clothes off, lips over hers to catch her voice in his mouth. Their hips would grind together, sweaty. Her orgasm would flow in and over her and she would shake under him. That was when he would notice the blood. The wood, water or pillow would stain red as her head dipped into it. He would reach his shattering climax with the sight of her hollow head in his eyes.
And he hated and loved those dreams. Loved the sense of power he had over her, but all the while despising himself for the increasing violence. He didn’t and never would harm her. Those dreams had been months ago and instead of him making the first move, she had. He had been taken to her home, that huge mansion. She had made love to him in her bed, drawing him softly to her a he shattered into a million pieces. Funny, he always imagined it would be her to break.
*
Eden tightened her arm around his waist, pressing her face into his side as they walked.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.” He smiled cryptically. They were heading towards the beach, both coming here only sometimes now. Eden had got herself a job, in a book shop. Gabriel had been left at that huge mansion with itchy fingers. He had taken to cataloguing every antique piece he could find. The old lady that lived there had died and Eden had got quite a chunk of her money and estate. She hated the place now, not touching the money if she could help it. Gabriel had taken only some of the money, not for himself but for both of them. Eden didn’t force that old lady to write her into her will so he didn’t know why she was so skittish about it.
They had stopped across the road from the beach. Eden looked out to sea, hand over her eyes. “And what am I meant to be seeing?”
Gabriel grasped her shoulders and moved her around till she was facing the way he wanted.
A big camper van stood across from them.
He watched her face scrunch up, considering. She looked quite unimpressed. “You brought a van? Why?”
He clucked his tongue. “Why do you think? To go travelling of course.”
She turned in his arms, a smile beginning to bloom. “Really? You want to go?” He nodded his head and she laughed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He still felt weird doing that in public. Although that was nothing compared to having sex outside. His lips attacked hers with a renewed fervency, mind going back to the bench on the pier. They had been kissing, Eden directing him where to touch her. That was when those really powerful dreams were at their most erotic. She had taken his hand and placed it on the crouch of her pants, then undoing the fly and pressed his fingers down into her knickers. He didn’t know what came over him because he had suddenly pushed her down on to the deck and started to undo his own fly. He had made love her on the planks. If you could call it that.
Now he was directing he towards the vehicle, her hand rubbing against his erection.
“Mmmm, I think someone’s happy!”
“Eden…” Her back hit the door and she turned around and entered the van.
*
His hands glided over her legs as he moved between them on his knees. Her legs were hanging over the bed but they wrapped themselves around his waist as he drew her shirt over her head. His lips brushed down her abdomen, tongue trailing along her skin as she squirmed. He was already naked and she was feeling increasingly desperate for him to take her. Fingers pressed against the front of her knickers, moving in hard lazy circles over her clit. He watched as her stomach would tighten with every tremor.
“Gabriel! Just rip them off already!” Eden saw his eyes raise under his eyebrows as his head lowed, remaining on her as his tongue licked along the material slowly, then rigidly swivelling against her clit. Her hips jumped off the bed with a sigh and his hands moved to keep them down. Her hands kept his head in place, fingers fierce against his scalp. “Please…please. Oh god, don’t stop.” Her chest was heaving and she could feel her release was imminent. She was grinding herself on him when he sat back, licking his lips.
“You’re really wet.” Her growl of frustration withered into a mew as he lowed her knickers and moved back to her. His fingers moved into her wetness, spreading it all over. His tongue then lapped at her, gently flicking her clit as two fingers slid into her, moving in and out in slow strokes. Eden felt her breath catch in her throat.
“More.” She spread herself apart with her own fingers as he added another digit, moving his head out of the way. She gritted her teeth, throwing her head back onto the bed as she was stretched almost painfully. He saw her face and stopped, instead moving up to her and dipping down to kiss her mouth. She could taste herself on him. Eden moved her hands down his haired chest then to his narrow hips. She could feel his penis against her stomach, upright and hot. He broke away with a hiss when she took him in hand, thumb massaging the tip. He was pushed off her, backwards till he was kneeling off the bed. Eden quickly sat between his knees, stroking his cock from base to tip.
“Uhhh Jesus! Do it. I want your mouth.” She smiled that smile of hers and lowed her head, licking the tip then down his shaft before taking him past her lips. He loved it when she did this. She lathered his head and underside, working at those areas before sucking upwards, drawing a moan from him with her tongue. “Do that again.” she did, relaxing her throat this time and taking him in deeper. A guttural growl escaped from him and Eden moaned uncontrollably, the vibration travelling along his cock. He thrust passed her lips and she released him before choking.
He wrapped his arms around her torso, bringing her flush against his chest. Eden sat on his lap, his hard prick poking into her own sex. She trailed herself wetly against it, watching his face as she slicked him. Gabriel swore and grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her bottom as he grinded her clit against him. Eden leaned back till the back of her head and shoulders rested on the bed, back arched. She would be rhythmically jerked off it as he controlled the hard thrust of her hips. She was making constant noises of pleasure.
“I’m going to come.”
“No you won’t, not yet.” His breathless voice issued from between her breasts as he kissed them, rolling her nipples between his fingers before sucking them till she felt raw. His hands stopped moving her hips, instead they forcibly picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down. He loomed over her, balanced on his hands.
They had been sleeping together for a few months now. At first Gabriel had been extremely tentative, so eager to please her, not wanting her to be disappointed. Eden found it frustrating because she always had the feeling he was holding back. Out of fear of hurting her or rejection she wasn’t sure. That night on the pier he had lost control and they had experienced the best sex they’d ever had with each other. He liked to be control, not in a way where she had no say so, he would stop if she wished. But in that it was a role reversal of sorts, him taking her place. Her ability came into everything.
His hand swept up her smooth legs, over her thighs and then between her legs. His fingers probed her again, making her writhe. He lined himself up with the sauce of her dampness, head and then shaft sliding over her lips. He did it very slowly, so she could feel every bump and ridge.
“You’re so good, so big.” She knew what to say, constant encouragement. Her hands drew his face down to hers, capturing his lips. He moved into Eden in one smooth stroke. She watched his face frown in concentration, trying to regulate his breathing. He wanted to draw it out. He pushed back out wetly.
“Ok?”
“Always. I love the way you feel in me, the way you fill up my pussy.” Before he would have ducked his head with bashful pleasure. Now he smiled in what she could only read as smugness. He liked her to talk dirty to him, even though she found it a bit hard to articulate at first. But he had every right to look like that. He was shockingly good after a bumpy start. She tied her legs around his waist as his dick began to slid and rise. He held himself above her as she raked her fingers through his hair, then down his back. She cupped his buttocks as her hips began to set up a rhythm with his. Then she bucked fast.
“Oh fuck Eden!” His breath was whooshing out in gasps as he lowed himself on one elbow, the other griping her knee and hooking it into the crook of his arm. In this new position he moved deeper into her tightness, testing to see how far he could push. His mouth drank on hers, catching her cries before breaking away. “Tell me what you want?”
“You. I lov - uhhh! Gabriel please. Do it there!” He was working himself faster and harder into her, angling himself in a way that made her whimper. “God, yes!” Eden had the sudden crazy thought that the van was probably rocking to their forceful movements.
“I love fucking you. You’re so small and, mmmm tight around me. So, so wet.” The sound of his voice, lowered in octave from lust ,was doing crazy things to her. She scrapped her fingernails down his back before clutching at his shoulders in desperation. He felt her teeth pressed into his skin there. He started to mutter “Oh god!…umm, don’t stop doing that! Oh god Eden…”
She was almost there, that sizzling feeling mounting up within her. With a cry she arched her head into the pillow, as she clenched down around him. Hard, relax, hard, relax, hard - “Make me come! I need to come!” Eden thrashed herself against Gabriel’s thrusting body, a piercing cry was turn from her as she was shoved over the edge to her orgasm. She spilled a trembling repetition of his name, feeling like she was dynamite covered in honey that had just exploded.
As her climax tore through her Gabriel felt himself close, the feeling of her velvet soft vagina clasping him like a vice. He whined softly as her orgasm dragged on, drawing his pleasure out as his hands quickly shoved below her to grab her ass, banging himself into her harder. He felt himself come, shooting into her hot and thick. He continued moving into her body, drawing it out till they were too over sensitive for anymore. He dropped himself to her side, burying his face into the arch of her neck, breathing hard.
“Shit…I think my brain is missing because you just fucked it out of me!” She laughed shakily, running her hands over his side. Gabriel twitched almost violently, that dream coming to mind. She saw his worried look and asked softly “What’s wrong?”
“I just thought…never mind, it’s nothing.” He looked around at the surroundings. They were pleasantly spacious. “You didn’t even look around, did you?”
She scoffed “You never gave me the chance.” She became serious. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and seeing as we’re actually going to do this, I think I should say.” He raised his eyebrows enquiringly, looking slightly apprehensive. Always scared that she would leave. “It’s about my ability. As you’ve no doubt noticed I don’t use it as much now, and on you not at all. Well, I’ve decided…to stop.”
His face went through a series of emotions: confusion, anger, completely blank then humour. His lips spread into a mocking smile “You’re playing with me?”
Eden shook her head, drawing her leg over his hip. “No. I don’t want to use it anymore. It’s not right. I have no right to tell people what to do, to take away their will. It’s like rape what I do.” Her face blanched in disgust but was deadly serious.
His mouth was getting tighter and tighter. “You’re not like that anymore. You don’t tell people what you want anymore, you help those who need it! Like me.”
She looked sad. “I know it sounds like I’m giving up on something great and useful. But it’s bigger then me, I’m…scared that I’ll do something bad, like I did to my stepmother. And I don‘t drink anymore, that helped me use it before…”
He spoke as if he hadn’t heard what she'd said. “You can’t be serious? How can you give something that wonderful up?” He stared at her in disbelief, not comprehending.
Eden frowned. “Are you that upset? It’s not like you need my power anymore. You still want to go right?” Eden felt an old fear rise. She knew that he loved her power, much more then she did that was for sure. The fear that it was that, the ability and not her, he was more interested in was always a dark thought at the back of her mind.
“I just can’t believe…” He trailed off, looking appalled.
He would leave. She knew it. “Do you want to leave without me?”
He blinked, shocked. “I - no, of course I don’t!” He frowned “You’re not leaving me Eden. I love.” He drew her tighter into his arms, kissing her lips.
“Oh Gabriel, it’s more a question whether you love me or this.” She touched the tips of her fingers to her throat. “Because it’s looking increasingly clear that it’s one of them that’s not me.” Her eyes started to prickle with tears. She knew she had let him get to deep in her, she cared too much. She was just coming to realise that maybe that feeling wasn’t shared equally.
He leaned over her, voice a soft coo. He stared into her eyes, wiping away her tears. Eden thought she saw fear flash in his dark eyes. “You and only you. I don’t want anything else. We’re stuck with each other now and this.” He waved a hand around him “Is a new start. I’m yours and you’re mine.” He kissed her chin, moving down to lick her throat, the place her fingertips had been.
Eden sighed “Ever and ever.” She looked out of the cabin window as the sun slanted through it as she lovingly cradled him to her. It was setting and she would be gone from that sun tomorrow.
Characters: Eden/Gabriel.
Rating: NC-17 (Graphic sex).
Word count: 3, 116.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Eden finds her life taking a different turn from her previous selfish ways.
Note: Last chapter! Smut and worries...
.
Two weeks had past, then a month and before long Eden was visiting him for going on three months. Bit by bit he started to change. He would no longer hang over or even climb over the bars. When she finds him in the morning he stares out over the ocean, but the need to jump was gone. The brush of her shoulder against him and her command, given out of habit, announced her arrival. And she had changed too. Gone were the stolen clothes and the lingering smell of alcohol. She looked younger, fresher. She felt a better person.
But no matter how she tried she couldn’t make the source of his desperation and sadness disappear and she wouldn‘t. It didn’t feel right for her do take that away, no matter how much she wanted to. Everyone suffered. Eden knew realistically he should be getting some therapy. But she didn’t want him to leave her. She had come to depend on him as much as he did on her. A year had passed in what she could only say was a co-dependent relationship. Unhealthily so? Probably. But they were happy together.
*
He knew she wanted to leave. He could see it in the far away look in her eyes, the way she couldn’t sit still anymore. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave or not. He liked it here, it had that secure collected feel to it. Even the streets, with their grids and straight lines. But where ever she went he was compelled to follow. Over the months he had grown to care for her, maybe even love her. The fact that those feeling might not be entirely in his control was at once disconcerting and assured. He had someone now, someone special. And he wasn’t going to give that up for anything.
She had been put off for the longest time, thinking that he only wanted to be with her because of her gift. Gabriel knew he couldn’t really say what he felt so he told a lie. A white one as his mother would have called it. He told her that yes, he thought she was extraordinary because of her power, but that wasn’t the be and end all. She had fallen asleep on the sand, apparently content. He had kissed her awake.
That kiss had been building up, the irrational feeling that if he didn’t then something bad would happen. Because the dreams he’d been having about her were getting more and more heavy. At first they would be dreams about sitting with her, calmly enjoying each others presence, which was a reflection of their waking moments.
But then the dreams started to become something more confusing and dark. It made him feel molten just thinking of it. They would be having sex on the bench, or on the decks of the pier. Sometimes in the sea. When they started Gabriel was at a loss of how to conduct himself around her during the day. She probably brushed his behaviour off as one of his quarks. He’d never really dated before and honestly never considered it when he had his shop to take care of. Well, not much. Every night he became something else in his mind, someone powerful and dominate. Because always in those dreams he’s the one with the commanding, will stripping voice. But he had to take her to receive his gift.
That was when they started to get more scary. His hands ripping her clothes off, lips over hers to catch her voice in his mouth. Their hips would grind together, sweaty. Her orgasm would flow in and over her and she would shake under him. That was when he would notice the blood. The wood, water or pillow would stain red as her head dipped into it. He would reach his shattering climax with the sight of her hollow head in his eyes.
And he hated and loved those dreams. Loved the sense of power he had over her, but all the while despising himself for the increasing violence. He didn’t and never would harm her. Those dreams had been months ago and instead of him making the first move, she had. He had been taken to her home, that huge mansion. She had made love to him in her bed, drawing him softly to her a he shattered into a million pieces. Funny, he always imagined it would be her to break.
*
Eden tightened her arm around his waist, pressing her face into his side as they walked.
“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.” He smiled cryptically. They were heading towards the beach, both coming here only sometimes now. Eden had got herself a job, in a book shop. Gabriel had been left at that huge mansion with itchy fingers. He had taken to cataloguing every antique piece he could find. The old lady that lived there had died and Eden had got quite a chunk of her money and estate. She hated the place now, not touching the money if she could help it. Gabriel had taken only some of the money, not for himself but for both of them. Eden didn’t force that old lady to write her into her will so he didn’t know why she was so skittish about it.
They had stopped across the road from the beach. Eden looked out to sea, hand over her eyes. “And what am I meant to be seeing?”
Gabriel grasped her shoulders and moved her around till she was facing the way he wanted.
A big camper van stood across from them.
He watched her face scrunch up, considering. She looked quite unimpressed. “You brought a van? Why?”
He clucked his tongue. “Why do you think? To go travelling of course.”
She turned in his arms, a smile beginning to bloom. “Really? You want to go?” He nodded his head and she laughed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He still felt weird doing that in public. Although that was nothing compared to having sex outside. His lips attacked hers with a renewed fervency, mind going back to the bench on the pier. They had been kissing, Eden directing him where to touch her. That was when those really powerful dreams were at their most erotic. She had taken his hand and placed it on the crouch of her pants, then undoing the fly and pressed his fingers down into her knickers. He didn’t know what came over him because he had suddenly pushed her down on to the deck and started to undo his own fly. He had made love her on the planks. If you could call it that.
Now he was directing he towards the vehicle, her hand rubbing against his erection.
“Mmmm, I think someone’s happy!”
“Eden…” Her back hit the door and she turned around and entered the van.
*
His hands glided over her legs as he moved between them on his knees. Her legs were hanging over the bed but they wrapped themselves around his waist as he drew her shirt over her head. His lips brushed down her abdomen, tongue trailing along her skin as she squirmed. He was already naked and she was feeling increasingly desperate for him to take her. Fingers pressed against the front of her knickers, moving in hard lazy circles over her clit. He watched as her stomach would tighten with every tremor.
“Gabriel! Just rip them off already!” Eden saw his eyes raise under his eyebrows as his head lowed, remaining on her as his tongue licked along the material slowly, then rigidly swivelling against her clit. Her hips jumped off the bed with a sigh and his hands moved to keep them down. Her hands kept his head in place, fingers fierce against his scalp. “Please…please. Oh god, don’t stop.” Her chest was heaving and she could feel her release was imminent. She was grinding herself on him when he sat back, licking his lips.
“You’re really wet.” Her growl of frustration withered into a mew as he lowed her knickers and moved back to her. His fingers moved into her wetness, spreading it all over. His tongue then lapped at her, gently flicking her clit as two fingers slid into her, moving in and out in slow strokes. Eden felt her breath catch in her throat.
“More.” She spread herself apart with her own fingers as he added another digit, moving his head out of the way. She gritted her teeth, throwing her head back onto the bed as she was stretched almost painfully. He saw her face and stopped, instead moving up to her and dipping down to kiss her mouth. She could taste herself on him. Eden moved her hands down his haired chest then to his narrow hips. She could feel his penis against her stomach, upright and hot. He broke away with a hiss when she took him in hand, thumb massaging the tip. He was pushed off her, backwards till he was kneeling off the bed. Eden quickly sat between his knees, stroking his cock from base to tip.
“Uhhh Jesus! Do it. I want your mouth.” She smiled that smile of hers and lowed her head, licking the tip then down his shaft before taking him past her lips. He loved it when she did this. She lathered his head and underside, working at those areas before sucking upwards, drawing a moan from him with her tongue. “Do that again.” she did, relaxing her throat this time and taking him in deeper. A guttural growl escaped from him and Eden moaned uncontrollably, the vibration travelling along his cock. He thrust passed her lips and she released him before choking.
He wrapped his arms around her torso, bringing her flush against his chest. Eden sat on his lap, his hard prick poking into her own sex. She trailed herself wetly against it, watching his face as she slicked him. Gabriel swore and grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her bottom as he grinded her clit against him. Eden leaned back till the back of her head and shoulders rested on the bed, back arched. She would be rhythmically jerked off it as he controlled the hard thrust of her hips. She was making constant noises of pleasure.
“I’m going to come.”
“No you won’t, not yet.” His breathless voice issued from between her breasts as he kissed them, rolling her nipples between his fingers before sucking them till she felt raw. His hands stopped moving her hips, instead they forcibly picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down. He loomed over her, balanced on his hands.
They had been sleeping together for a few months now. At first Gabriel had been extremely tentative, so eager to please her, not wanting her to be disappointed. Eden found it frustrating because she always had the feeling he was holding back. Out of fear of hurting her or rejection she wasn’t sure. That night on the pier he had lost control and they had experienced the best sex they’d ever had with each other. He liked to be control, not in a way where she had no say so, he would stop if she wished. But in that it was a role reversal of sorts, him taking her place. Her ability came into everything.
His hand swept up her smooth legs, over her thighs and then between her legs. His fingers probed her again, making her writhe. He lined himself up with the sauce of her dampness, head and then shaft sliding over her lips. He did it very slowly, so she could feel every bump and ridge.
“You’re so good, so big.” She knew what to say, constant encouragement. Her hands drew his face down to hers, capturing his lips. He moved into Eden in one smooth stroke. She watched his face frown in concentration, trying to regulate his breathing. He wanted to draw it out. He pushed back out wetly.
“Ok?”
“Always. I love the way you feel in me, the way you fill up my pussy.” Before he would have ducked his head with bashful pleasure. Now he smiled in what she could only read as smugness. He liked her to talk dirty to him, even though she found it a bit hard to articulate at first. But he had every right to look like that. He was shockingly good after a bumpy start. She tied her legs around his waist as his dick began to slid and rise. He held himself above her as she raked her fingers through his hair, then down his back. She cupped his buttocks as her hips began to set up a rhythm with his. Then she bucked fast.
“Oh fuck Eden!” His breath was whooshing out in gasps as he lowed himself on one elbow, the other griping her knee and hooking it into the crook of his arm. In this new position he moved deeper into her tightness, testing to see how far he could push. His mouth drank on hers, catching her cries before breaking away. “Tell me what you want?”
“You. I lov - uhhh! Gabriel please. Do it there!” He was working himself faster and harder into her, angling himself in a way that made her whimper. “God, yes!” Eden had the sudden crazy thought that the van was probably rocking to their forceful movements.
“I love fucking you. You’re so small and, mmmm tight around me. So, so wet.” The sound of his voice, lowered in octave from lust ,was doing crazy things to her. She scrapped her fingernails down his back before clutching at his shoulders in desperation. He felt her teeth pressed into his skin there. He started to mutter “Oh god!…umm, don’t stop doing that! Oh god Eden…”
She was almost there, that sizzling feeling mounting up within her. With a cry she arched her head into the pillow, as she clenched down around him. Hard, relax, hard, relax, hard - “Make me come! I need to come!” Eden thrashed herself against Gabriel’s thrusting body, a piercing cry was turn from her as she was shoved over the edge to her orgasm. She spilled a trembling repetition of his name, feeling like she was dynamite covered in honey that had just exploded.
As her climax tore through her Gabriel felt himself close, the feeling of her velvet soft vagina clasping him like a vice. He whined softly as her orgasm dragged on, drawing his pleasure out as his hands quickly shoved below her to grab her ass, banging himself into her harder. He felt himself come, shooting into her hot and thick. He continued moving into her body, drawing it out till they were too over sensitive for anymore. He dropped himself to her side, burying his face into the arch of her neck, breathing hard.
“Shit…I think my brain is missing because you just fucked it out of me!” She laughed shakily, running her hands over his side. Gabriel twitched almost violently, that dream coming to mind. She saw his worried look and asked softly “What’s wrong?”
“I just thought…never mind, it’s nothing.” He looked around at the surroundings. They were pleasantly spacious. “You didn’t even look around, did you?”
She scoffed “You never gave me the chance.” She became serious. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and seeing as we’re actually going to do this, I think I should say.” He raised his eyebrows enquiringly, looking slightly apprehensive. Always scared that she would leave. “It’s about my ability. As you’ve no doubt noticed I don’t use it as much now, and on you not at all. Well, I’ve decided…to stop.”
His face went through a series of emotions: confusion, anger, completely blank then humour. His lips spread into a mocking smile “You’re playing with me?”
Eden shook her head, drawing her leg over his hip. “No. I don’t want to use it anymore. It’s not right. I have no right to tell people what to do, to take away their will. It’s like rape what I do.” Her face blanched in disgust but was deadly serious.
His mouth was getting tighter and tighter. “You’re not like that anymore. You don’t tell people what you want anymore, you help those who need it! Like me.”
She looked sad. “I know it sounds like I’m giving up on something great and useful. But it’s bigger then me, I’m…scared that I’ll do something bad, like I did to my stepmother. And I don‘t drink anymore, that helped me use it before…”
He spoke as if he hadn’t heard what she'd said. “You can’t be serious? How can you give something that wonderful up?” He stared at her in disbelief, not comprehending.
Eden frowned. “Are you that upset? It’s not like you need my power anymore. You still want to go right?” Eden felt an old fear rise. She knew that he loved her power, much more then she did that was for sure. The fear that it was that, the ability and not her, he was more interested in was always a dark thought at the back of her mind.
“I just can’t believe…” He trailed off, looking appalled.
He would leave. She knew it. “Do you want to leave without me?”
He blinked, shocked. “I - no, of course I don’t!” He frowned “You’re not leaving me Eden. I love.” He drew her tighter into his arms, kissing her lips.
“Oh Gabriel, it’s more a question whether you love me or this.” She touched the tips of her fingers to her throat. “Because it’s looking increasingly clear that it’s one of them that’s not me.” Her eyes started to prickle with tears. She knew she had let him get to deep in her, she cared too much. She was just coming to realise that maybe that feeling wasn’t shared equally.
He leaned over her, voice a soft coo. He stared into her eyes, wiping away her tears. Eden thought she saw fear flash in his dark eyes. “You and only you. I don’t want anything else. We’re stuck with each other now and this.” He waved a hand around him “Is a new start. I’m yours and you’re mine.” He kissed her chin, moving down to lick her throat, the place her fingertips had been.
Eden sighed “Ever and ever.” She looked out of the cabin window as the sun slanted through it as she lovingly cradled him to her. It was setting and she would be gone from that sun tomorrow.