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TITLE: Deceit 4/?
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Elle/Gabriel
RATING: R for sexing :)
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine.
SUMMARY: Post ep for 3x11, with potential spoilers for a picture from 3x12 but no plot spoilers from future episodes. Unless I’m psychic.
Paper is done. :) Thank you for all the lovely comments on my story. I really cannot express how dorkily thrilled each one makes me, and I really appreciate each one.
Gabriel wakes to the sound of Elle’s voice as she murmurs into a cell phone pressed against her ear.
“I’m fine,” she says, “Everything’s fine. The baby is fine. Mohinder, seriously,” Gabriel’s stomach twists - she had called Mohinder? Then Elle continues, “because I love him, and he deserves this. No. No. I’m not a child, Mohinder.”
The pause stretches out and Gabriel wonders if she’s hung up, “Well, did you try heating it? Yeah? Did you mix it with the - no, not that. The other one. Well, don’t put anything else stupid in your body until I can take a look at it. Yes, I know I’ve only been working with you a few months, but I’m a quick study. Look, I’m staying here for a few days at least, but I’m not abandoning you. I have to go,” she says suddenly, and Gabriel is sure he’s busted, “Bye. Yes. I promise. Okay, good bye.”
Elle pads barefoot over to the bed, grins at him, “You are awake. I thought I heard you.” She’s barefoot now, and has lost her dress shirt in favor of a little tank top that leaves a few inches of her tummy exposed before the waistband of her pants. She is completely self assured, and Gabriel wonders when she gained that self confidence - not just in her looks, but in herself.
“I just woke up.” He can’t resist her, and he reaches for her, letting his hand brush against the swell of her stomach, “come here,” he requests, and Elle smiles and kneels on the bed, moving to straddle him. He curls his fingers with hers, and she leans down to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I missed you every day,” she tells him, her voice serious, “It’s so wonderful to see you.” She clings to his hands, using him for leverage to help her sit up.
He knows it’s the wrong time for him to want to have this talk, with her smiling and happy and straddling him in a rather enticing way, but he can’t help it. “How can you be happy to see me? Elle, I hurt you…I kil-“
She pulls her hand away from his to lay a finger over his lips, “Stop it,” she admonishes, “Stop it.”
Gabriel shakes his head, moving her finger away, “Elle, if we’re going to do this right, we’re going to do it all the way. You need to understand who I am, and you need to…”
“Understand that Bennet is a manipulative little asshole who tricked us both?” she asks, raising a delicate eyebrow. “Are you going to listen to him anymore?”
Gabriel shakes his head ‘No,’ and wisely keeps his mouth shut.
“Are you going to hurt me or our baby?”
“I would never…” he means to continue, to try to find some words to explain to Elle how important she and their child are to him, and how he’s going to spend the rest of his life trying to make sure that no one ever hurts her again, but Elle covers his mouth with her entire hand this time.
“Then I forgive you, I do,” she says, moving her hand to smooth back his hair, “and I will trust you again, but you have to be patient with me.”
He can’t help but stare at her in stunned silence, wondering really what had happened to his flighty, impulsive Elle, because this girl - this woman - is everything he loved about her before, plus everything he’s going to love about her in the future.
“Now,” she says, grinning, “I finally have you in a bed, and I’m going to need some things from you.” She slides her hand down his stomach until her hot little hand is cupping him through the fabric of his pants, and every nerve ending in Gabriel’s body fires at once.
His brilliant smile turns into a smirk, and he runs his hands up her smooth legs to cup her hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over her hipbones, pushing the fabric of her tank top up over her belly. She takes the hint and reaches down to pull the little shirt off all the way.
He could spend hours staring at her. Laying under her in that moment, staring at her in the haze of the morning, the sunlight coasting in through the window and lighting up her hair like a halo, he cannot remember in his life ever feeling this happy.
Completely and undeservedly happy.
Elle shifts on top of him, and he can’t help but cup her breasts - larger now than he remembers - and brush his thumbs over the hard little nipples. Elle sighs happily, letting her eyes drift shut as he carefully catches each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently teasing her.
She lets him for a little while, finally opening her eyes to watch him, until she squirms away, already panting. She unbuttons each button on his white shirt, laughing lightly when she pushes the sides away to reveal a white undershirt. She pushes her hands underneath the hem of the shirt, letting her little nails scrape against the skin as she traces the lines of his chest.
“Off, please,” she requests, her voice breathy, and Gabriel sits up just enough to let her pull the dress shirt off his arms and yank the thin fabric of his undershirt up and off.
They’re moving slowly, missing the hurried frenzy of their first coupling, on the floor in the ripped apart, empty house where Bennet attacked them, and Gabriel thinks this time is perfect. Wants to remember every second of this, every curve of her body, the way she’s smiling at him…just in case this is a dream, or worse…that she leaves.
He takes her hips and lifts her off of him, lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, careful to keeps his weight off of her. Kneeling between her legs, he carefully unbuttons the snaps of her pants, gently tugging down her panties with them. Elle helps, lifting her hips enough so he can slide her clothing down.
When she’s finally naked, he lifts one slim ankle and places a soft kiss on the little bone. She giggles, watching him with a smile, as he kisses his way up her shin, the inside of her knee, across the plane of her thigh. She squirms when he reaches the apex of her legs, his breath hot against her, and then pouts prettily when he resumes kissing on her opposite thigh.
“Please,” she pants, “Please don’t tease.”
He’s not in the mood to ever deny her anything, ever again, so he doesn’t. He bends his face to trace her slick folds with his tongue. She gasps his name, slides her knees apart and he takes the hint, pushing the pad of his tongue hard against her silky skin.
He keeps at her until she’s panting his name, her fingers twisting in his hair, and then he pulls away, hastily unbuttoning his pants and kicking both his pants and boxers to the floor. She whimpers at the loss, then gasps as he slides into her.
“Oh, oh,” she’s clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her head thrown back against the pillow.
He’s momentarily distracted by her, watching the curve of her neck as her head arches back, and when he slows, her hazy eyes fly open, “No, no, don’t stop,” she says, tipping her hips up and pushing him deeper inside of her.
It doesn’t take much more to push her over the edge, and as soon as her hot little muscles start fluttering around his cock, it’s all he can do to groan her name, bury his face in her neck and come just as she does.
The air settles still around them as he rolls over, letting Elle nestle on his chest and tuck her head under his chin. Her skin is hot against him, sticky with sweat, and he never wants to let her go again. Gabriel shifts just enough to tug a blanket over the two of them, and Elle snuggles closer.
“I promise to never lie to you, Gabriel,” she murmurs, and he kisses the top of her head.
“I know. I promise too.”
“Promise me you’ll stay,” she begs, “Promise me you won’t leave me again.”
He lifts his head and touches her chin until she raises her face to look at him, “I promise, Elle.”
Her eyes fill with tears and she nods, burying her face in his chest.
Xxxxxxx
He wasn’t aware they’d drifted off to sleep until Elle wakes him up by poking him repeatedly in the chest.
“I’m hungry,” she says, glancing from him to his little kitchenette. Her stomach rumbles, just in case her words weren’t convincing enough.
Gabriel carefully moves out from under her, tucking the covers back around her as she curls up in the bed. He slides on boxers and turns back to Elle, who’s cocooned herself in the blanket and is peering up at him with happy eyes.
“What do you want?” he asks, and she smiles and shrugs.
“What are you going to make me?”
He pads over to the little fridge, and looks inside, “I can do eggs or…waffles. Pancakes?”
“Waffles please,” Elle requests, rubbing a gentle circle on her round belly, “We eat a lot of waffles. Your daughter likes them.”
Gabriel is already pulling out the ingredients to mix the batter, “Daughter? What about a son?”
Elle shrugs, “Just a hunch. I don’t want to find out. I’ve never had a surprise before.”
His heart breaks a little when he thinks about that…that a 25 year old woman had never in her life had a happy surprise. He doesn’t let himself fixate on that - he’s going to start fixing things one day at a time.
Elle is quiet as he makes the waffles, and when he brings the plate to her, he realizes why. She’s asleep again, her little face pressed against his pillow, one hand curled under her cheek and the other cradled around her tummy. He can’t resist brushing her hair back from her face.
He already knows she’s home, and doesn’t know what he’s going to do when she decides to go back to Pinehearst.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Elle/Gabriel
RATING: R for sexing :)
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine.
SUMMARY: Post ep for 3x11, with potential spoilers for a picture from 3x12 but no plot spoilers from future episodes. Unless I’m psychic.
Paper is done. :) Thank you for all the lovely comments on my story. I really cannot express how dorkily thrilled each one makes me, and I really appreciate each one.
Gabriel wakes to the sound of Elle’s voice as she murmurs into a cell phone pressed against her ear.
“I’m fine,” she says, “Everything’s fine. The baby is fine. Mohinder, seriously,” Gabriel’s stomach twists - she had called Mohinder? Then Elle continues, “because I love him, and he deserves this. No. No. I’m not a child, Mohinder.”
The pause stretches out and Gabriel wonders if she’s hung up, “Well, did you try heating it? Yeah? Did you mix it with the - no, not that. The other one. Well, don’t put anything else stupid in your body until I can take a look at it. Yes, I know I’ve only been working with you a few months, but I’m a quick study. Look, I’m staying here for a few days at least, but I’m not abandoning you. I have to go,” she says suddenly, and Gabriel is sure he’s busted, “Bye. Yes. I promise. Okay, good bye.”
Elle pads barefoot over to the bed, grins at him, “You are awake. I thought I heard you.” She’s barefoot now, and has lost her dress shirt in favor of a little tank top that leaves a few inches of her tummy exposed before the waistband of her pants. She is completely self assured, and Gabriel wonders when she gained that self confidence - not just in her looks, but in herself.
“I just woke up.” He can’t resist her, and he reaches for her, letting his hand brush against the swell of her stomach, “come here,” he requests, and Elle smiles and kneels on the bed, moving to straddle him. He curls his fingers with hers, and she leans down to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I missed you every day,” she tells him, her voice serious, “It’s so wonderful to see you.” She clings to his hands, using him for leverage to help her sit up.
He knows it’s the wrong time for him to want to have this talk, with her smiling and happy and straddling him in a rather enticing way, but he can’t help it. “How can you be happy to see me? Elle, I hurt you…I kil-“
She pulls her hand away from his to lay a finger over his lips, “Stop it,” she admonishes, “Stop it.”
Gabriel shakes his head, moving her finger away, “Elle, if we’re going to do this right, we’re going to do it all the way. You need to understand who I am, and you need to…”
“Understand that Bennet is a manipulative little asshole who tricked us both?” she asks, raising a delicate eyebrow. “Are you going to listen to him anymore?”
Gabriel shakes his head ‘No,’ and wisely keeps his mouth shut.
“Are you going to hurt me or our baby?”
“I would never…” he means to continue, to try to find some words to explain to Elle how important she and their child are to him, and how he’s going to spend the rest of his life trying to make sure that no one ever hurts her again, but Elle covers his mouth with her entire hand this time.
“Then I forgive you, I do,” she says, moving her hand to smooth back his hair, “and I will trust you again, but you have to be patient with me.”
He can’t help but stare at her in stunned silence, wondering really what had happened to his flighty, impulsive Elle, because this girl - this woman - is everything he loved about her before, plus everything he’s going to love about her in the future.
“Now,” she says, grinning, “I finally have you in a bed, and I’m going to need some things from you.” She slides her hand down his stomach until her hot little hand is cupping him through the fabric of his pants, and every nerve ending in Gabriel’s body fires at once.
His brilliant smile turns into a smirk, and he runs his hands up her smooth legs to cup her hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over her hipbones, pushing the fabric of her tank top up over her belly. She takes the hint and reaches down to pull the little shirt off all the way.
He could spend hours staring at her. Laying under her in that moment, staring at her in the haze of the morning, the sunlight coasting in through the window and lighting up her hair like a halo, he cannot remember in his life ever feeling this happy.
Completely and undeservedly happy.
Elle shifts on top of him, and he can’t help but cup her breasts - larger now than he remembers - and brush his thumbs over the hard little nipples. Elle sighs happily, letting her eyes drift shut as he carefully catches each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently teasing her.
She lets him for a little while, finally opening her eyes to watch him, until she squirms away, already panting. She unbuttons each button on his white shirt, laughing lightly when she pushes the sides away to reveal a white undershirt. She pushes her hands underneath the hem of the shirt, letting her little nails scrape against the skin as she traces the lines of his chest.
“Off, please,” she requests, her voice breathy, and Gabriel sits up just enough to let her pull the dress shirt off his arms and yank the thin fabric of his undershirt up and off.
They’re moving slowly, missing the hurried frenzy of their first coupling, on the floor in the ripped apart, empty house where Bennet attacked them, and Gabriel thinks this time is perfect. Wants to remember every second of this, every curve of her body, the way she’s smiling at him…just in case this is a dream, or worse…that she leaves.
He takes her hips and lifts her off of him, lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, careful to keeps his weight off of her. Kneeling between her legs, he carefully unbuttons the snaps of her pants, gently tugging down her panties with them. Elle helps, lifting her hips enough so he can slide her clothing down.
When she’s finally naked, he lifts one slim ankle and places a soft kiss on the little bone. She giggles, watching him with a smile, as he kisses his way up her shin, the inside of her knee, across the plane of her thigh. She squirms when he reaches the apex of her legs, his breath hot against her, and then pouts prettily when he resumes kissing on her opposite thigh.
“Please,” she pants, “Please don’t tease.”
He’s not in the mood to ever deny her anything, ever again, so he doesn’t. He bends his face to trace her slick folds with his tongue. She gasps his name, slides her knees apart and he takes the hint, pushing the pad of his tongue hard against her silky skin.
He keeps at her until she’s panting his name, her fingers twisting in his hair, and then he pulls away, hastily unbuttoning his pants and kicking both his pants and boxers to the floor. She whimpers at the loss, then gasps as he slides into her.
“Oh, oh,” she’s clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her head thrown back against the pillow.
He’s momentarily distracted by her, watching the curve of her neck as her head arches back, and when he slows, her hazy eyes fly open, “No, no, don’t stop,” she says, tipping her hips up and pushing him deeper inside of her.
It doesn’t take much more to push her over the edge, and as soon as her hot little muscles start fluttering around his cock, it’s all he can do to groan her name, bury his face in her neck and come just as she does.
The air settles still around them as he rolls over, letting Elle nestle on his chest and tuck her head under his chin. Her skin is hot against him, sticky with sweat, and he never wants to let her go again. Gabriel shifts just enough to tug a blanket over the two of them, and Elle snuggles closer.
“I promise to never lie to you, Gabriel,” she murmurs, and he kisses the top of her head.
“I know. I promise too.”
“Promise me you’ll stay,” she begs, “Promise me you won’t leave me again.”
He lifts his head and touches her chin until she raises her face to look at him, “I promise, Elle.”
Her eyes fill with tears and she nods, burying her face in his chest.
Xxxxxxx
He wasn’t aware they’d drifted off to sleep until Elle wakes him up by poking him repeatedly in the chest.
“I’m hungry,” she says, glancing from him to his little kitchenette. Her stomach rumbles, just in case her words weren’t convincing enough.
Gabriel carefully moves out from under her, tucking the covers back around her as she curls up in the bed. He slides on boxers and turns back to Elle, who’s cocooned herself in the blanket and is peering up at him with happy eyes.
“What do you want?” he asks, and she smiles and shrugs.
“What are you going to make me?”
He pads over to the little fridge, and looks inside, “I can do eggs or…waffles. Pancakes?”
“Waffles please,” Elle requests, rubbing a gentle circle on her round belly, “We eat a lot of waffles. Your daughter likes them.”
Gabriel is already pulling out the ingredients to mix the batter, “Daughter? What about a son?”
Elle shrugs, “Just a hunch. I don’t want to find out. I’ve never had a surprise before.”
His heart breaks a little when he thinks about that…that a 25 year old woman had never in her life had a happy surprise. He doesn’t let himself fixate on that - he’s going to start fixing things one day at a time.
Elle is quiet as he makes the waffles, and when he brings the plate to her, he realizes why. She’s asleep again, her little face pressed against his pillow, one hand curled under her cheek and the other cradled around her tummy. He can’t resist brushing her hair back from her face.
He already knows she’s home, and doesn’t know what he’s going to do when she decides to go back to Pinehearst.