A Lover's Alibi (Chapter Two)
Title: A Lover’s Alibi (Chapter Two)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Author: superkappa and petitebelette
Summary: Elle decides to tell Gabriel the truth and stay with him instead of betraying him. Chapter Two: They make their way back to Gabriel’s apartment to find someone waiting there for them.
Author’s Note: This is the epic that we’ve been working on/talking about for a while now based on our Rps. Beta'd by dragynflies, who wins at life. And we forgot to mention it last time, but each of these chapters seem to run at about 6,000 words or so. So when we said epic...we were not kidding.
Chapter One
"It'll be alright," he tried to reassure her, putting an arm around her shoulder as they walked along.
He froze a little as they arrived at the apartment. The van was back.
She tensed when she saw The Company van again, sucking in a little breath to steel herself. Noah was watching. She had half a mind to just march on over there-and no sooner did she have that thought then she was just walking over there, her lips thinned, electricity ready and in her palm.
Gabriel followed her toward the van, his jaw clenched tightly. He wasn't sure what was coming next, but he was ready to meet it head on.
She wrenched open the door, ready to blast Noah to kingdom come if she had to-her heart was beating loud in her chest, but she wasn't afraid-just eager to get this done.
But he wasn't there-the equipment sat untouched, his chair was empty, and his headphones were strewn on the console.
A hand settled over her shoulder-heavy and tight, and she felt the muzzle of a gun against her lower back as Noah's tall body stepped close to hers and to conceal the weapon.
"Now, Elle," she heard Noah saying, "you know better than to display your abilities like that in public."
Okay, now she was a little afraid.
She made to move, to shock him, but he pressed the gun tighter. "Try anything, and I pull the trigger."
Gabriel's heart beat faster in his chest as he realized what was going on. This man, he was assuming it was Elle's former partner, had her at gunpoint.
He lifted his hand up and twisted it, trying to knock the gun out of the other man's hand. He prayed it would work. He was still mastering his telekinesis, but fear and anger were good motivations to get something right.
She pulled in a gasp of air when the gun flew out from Noah's hand; she looked into Gabriel's eyes and felt a smirk burgeoning on her lips. This was more like it. She'd have to find a way to thank him later. (She had a few things in mind.)
She spun around; electricity cupped in her palm, and pushed Noah into the van with a jolt.
He fell in gracelessly, and she held the electricity to his neck. "That wasn't very nice of you," she hissed, offended. "A gun, Noah? What would my dad think?"
He smiled humorlessly. She wanted to punch his teeth in. "You know the rules, Elle."
She felt his words as if he really had shot her. "My dad loves me," she protested harshly. "And Gabriel saw my powers. He didn't take them. He's a good person. Like I said," she added proudly.
"So this is the one who wanted to exploit me?" Gabriel asked, his voice growing darker as he inched toward Noah. He could practically hear the loud ticking in his ears. "To turn me into a monster?"
He removed his glasses, cleaning them on his sweater as he tried to focus himself. If he killed Noah, wouldn't he be proving the man right? That he was just a monster?
That didn't change the fact that the idea was very, very tempting.
"Yes," she answered with a sardonic smirk. "Noah, this is Gabriel. Gabriel, this is Noah." She moved her neck closer to his neck, pleased when it burned him a little and he hissed out in pain.
"Hello, Noah," he said with a smile that was anything but kind. He set his glasses aside for the moment as he stepped closer to the man. Maybe if he killed him, he could send a message to the Company that he worked for. That he wasn't just some toy they could manipulate and shape as they willed.
"Should I do it?" he asked, looking at Elle for guidance, unsure of himself. "If we let him go, he'll just report back to your father, won't he?"
She took a moment to look up at him in appreciation; she wondered if he knew how transformed he looked without his glasses.
Her stomach lurched though, at his line of thought. He was right; Noah would, but... she kind of liked Noah. He could be mean and firm and wouldn't let her play, but he was the nicest to her. (Nicest was very different from nice, though.) He thought she always did a good job, even when her Daddy didn't.
"I..." she hesitated, and snapped her gaze to Noah, who was looking back and forth between them, his expression blank but his mind obviously whirring. "He probably already did," she said. She wasn't stupid. Noah wouldn't do anything without orders. Her dad had probably told him to threaten her. He must have told him not to hurt her though, she tried to convince herself.
"I did, Elle," Noah spoke up. "He's not happy with you," he said gravely.
"Well, I'm not happy with him," she shot back childishly.
Gabriel's brain was reeling. He didn't know what to do. Elle was hesitating, and he was torn. This situation, everything, it was way over his head. Not the sort of stuff he was used to dealing with at all.
"Did her father tell you to shoot her?" he asked in a grave voice, looking at Noah. Maybe if he had better understanding, he could better make a decision.
"Of course not," Noah answered immediately, stressing the answer. Elle noted he turned to her as he said it, his expression persuasive and incredulous.
"Then why did you point your gun at me?" she asked, her voice wavering.
Noah inclined his head a little, and Elle blinked back a few pricking tears as he tentatively touched her extended wrist. "Elle, he just wanted me to take you home."
Of course that was why. To make her come home. But the reasoning settled in her gut all wrong. "I don't believe you," she choked out.
Noah sighed. "He said to use force if necessary."
If there was one thing Gabriel was generally good at doing, it was reading people. It came hand in hand with that seeing how things worked deal. He tilted his head, watching Noah carefully. He remained silent for most of their exchange before finally turning to Elle to proclaim.
"I think he's lying."
Elle let out a sigh, looking deep into Noah's expectant gaze. She blinked quickly. Gabriel's confirmation of her own unsure thoughts made her feel a bit... empty. "You're right," she said, her voice toneless.
"So what do we do?" he asked, looking at her now. The ball was in her court, so to speak. He really just wanted to kill the man, but that might just make the whole situation worse. It was hard to know, really.
"Would you have really shot me, Noah?" she asked in a small voice.
She couldn't help but bite her lip to hold back the tears as his expression softened. "Elle... I wouldn't have killed you," he started gently, but she'd heard enough. She shot him with a powerful jolt that would knock him out for hours and viciously pushed his legs into the van, struggling because he was so heavy. Then she slammed the door shut and looked at the ground.
She probably should have just killed him.
Once the van was shut Gabriel wrapped his arms around Elle, pulling her close to him. "Maybe you're right," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "Maybe we should leave."
He didn't want to put her in danger like this again.
She leaned on him, letting the tenseness leave her in his arms. "No," she said, muffled into his chest. "It's not fair that they get to ruin everything. You were right," she said. "We can't let them."
"But what if they try to hurt you again?" He asked in a worried tone. He felt almost foolish for being so afraid of that possibility. It's not like they had known one another that long.
In the back of his head he couldn't help but think if he had more powers, he could protect her better.
She set her jaw, breathing him in for a moment, and looked up at him. "Then we'll hurt them first," she said simply.
And she would. She didn't have anyone but Gabriel now. Not The Company. Not Noah. Not even her father.
He smiled weakly. "I guess that's all we can do."
He paused before adding, "You can stay with me... as I'm assuming you can't go home. I can sleep on the couch, I mean, I don't want you to feel pressured or anything."
Although he did want her, even after all that, there was no denying it.
"Don't be silly," she said softly, and mustered up a smile. She reached to play with the hair at the nape of his neck-she didn't feel the least bit of pressure from him. He almost seemed incapable of it. She felt... sad, and the idea of being alone all night just made her feel infinitely sadder. "We can share," she said, "if that's what you want."
He smiled a shiver running down his spine as she played with his nape. It would be hard to muster control sleeping next to her, but he really did like the idea of sharing his bed with her. He placed his glasses back on finally before responding.
"I would like that." He placed a hand on the small of her back. "I would like that a lot."
She smiled a little wider in response and reached up on the tips of her toes to kiss him on the lips, lingering there for a moment. "Me too."
"Let's go, then," he muttered, pressing another kiss against her lips before pulling away to get his keys out, leading her up into the apartment.
"We should lock everything up," she said after they returned inside-she was instantly comforted by the quaint hominess of his apartment, and she stood in the living room awkwardly before her gaze rested on the mess they'd left on the floor.
That was something she could do. "I'll clean that up," she said, and headed to the kitchen, ignoring the shakiness that wouldn't go away, like a constant reminder that her father didn't love her and maybe Noah would have killed her.
It seemed most of the time she had to pretend to care, or care more. She wished, for once in her life, that she could care less.
"Of course," He had a feeling this "Company" could probably bypass locks if they wanted to, but it was still a comfort to have them.
Once he was finished locking up he undid his tie and removed his sweater vest, making it a little easier to breathe.
She was just finishing up scooping the food back into the tray and cleaning the floor when he started pulling off his clothes. She paused for a moment to watch, her lips parting. The first time they'd met, when she'd first recovered from his suicide attempt, she'd taken a moment to appreciate his appearance-dark eyes hidden behind glasses, sensual lips, and large hands. He was good-looking, in a nerdy sort of way.
He looked much better without the sweater vest, however.
She stood up and put her hands behind her back, suddenly feeling coy compared to acting like it. "Do you have anything I can sleep in?"
He smiled at her, nodding. "I do." He made his way to his bedroom, pulling out an old X-men t-shirt from his drawer. He made a mental note to take her shopping tomorrow so she would have some clothes of her own to wear.
He made his way back out to the living room, holding the shirt out to her. "Will this do?"
She took the shirt from him and bit down on her lips to stifle her amused laugh. She took a moment to study the faded characters, before setting the garment aside. She looked at him innocently, kicked off her shoes, and began to undress in front of him on impulse, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it off, exposing her red lacy bra before wriggling her pants down without bothering with the button.
"Thanks," she said, and slipped the shirt over her head.
He gasped softly as she began to undress in front of him. If he had wanted to look away, he couldn't. He was sure he had never seen something so enticing. The fact that she played off her little striptease so innocently just made it that much more alluring.
It wasn't until she spoke that he realized he had been staring. He coughed awkwardly, looking down to the floor. "It's nothing, really."
Dutifully, she picked up her strewn clothes and folded them neatly, placing them on the arm of the couch. She took her hair down from the almost painfully tight ponytail it'd been in all evening, and shook it out, all the while smiling knowingly at him.
"I'm really tired," she fibbed, and faked a yawn, patting the oval-shaped line of her lips.
He chuckled softly, taking her hand in his own. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me."
She held in a smirk.
He led her into the bedroom, letting go of her hand once they got there. He felt a little self-conscious as he unbuttoned his shirt, folding it and setting it aside before doing the same with his pants. He was left in his boxers. He reached in his drawers and pulled out a white tank top, pulling it on. He placed his glasses on the bedside table before offering her a nervous smile.
The moment she was in his room, she jumped on the bed, and sat back on her heels in the middle, watching intently as he got ready. Her stomach was fluttering with nervousness, and she unashamedly admired his bare chest-he wasn't just lean, she realized with surprise, but defined.
"Sorry it's so small." His bed was just a twin-sized one, nothing special. It wasn't like he had someone to share the bed with often.
She returned his smile with a small one of her own and gazed up at him. "A small bed is good," she ventured vaguely. "Which side do you want?"
"The right side." It was the one he always slept on. He sat down next to her on the bed, gently taking her hand into his.
He stroked his thumb against the back of her hand for a moment before speaking. "I'm really glad you're here." Even after what she admitted to him, she still seemed almost like a goddess to him. So out of his league.
She ducked her head to hide a small, pleased smile, blushing at his words. "Me too," she said, and shifted closer. "I want to be here."
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and looked up at him. "I'm just sorry it happened like this. I'm not sorry it happened, just... sorry I brought all this baggage with me."
"Don't be," he assured her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "You're the best thing that's happened to me since... ever."
The high after taking Brian's power had been temporary, leaving him feeling guilty and insecure. But when he was with Elle he felt like the most important person in the world, even if he was just Gabriel Gray, the watchmaker.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips. "We'll be okay."
She all but melted at his words, and nodded slightly. She didn't recognize the warm fluttering in her chest, but she was pretty sure she knew what it was. He was definitely the best thing that had happened to her ever, too. And he wanted her back. He cared about her.
Despite everything bad that had happened today, she was happy to just be here. He made her feel like she belonged, and she'd never felt like that before.
She reached to stroke the line of his jaw and smiled. "I believe you," she said. "You're the only good thing that's happened to me, you know."
His smiled broadened at that. The only person who had ever really appreciated him was his mother, and even she always wanted more from him.
"I guess it's a good thing you got that assignment then. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you."
She nodded again, more emphatically this time, and leaned closer. "Neither would I," she reminded him. "You saved me from Noah."
"That's true," he admitted with another smile, running his hands idly through her hair. "I guess that makes us even then."
"Well," she said hesitantly with a smile, crawling closer. "I did lie a little about one other thing," she said under her breath, and paused for effect. "I was trying to seduce you before."
"Well, you were doing a good job at it." There was an almost smirk playing on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap.
Pliantly, she let him move her into his lap, sliding her arms around neck with giggle. Once she was settled, she touched a finger to his mouth and generated a little spark with a smile, and kissed him, lips parted around his bottom lip, where she'd zapped him.
He groaned out as she kissed him. The shock hurt, but it hadn't been entirely unpleasant. He let his hands rest on her hips as he brushed his tongue against hers.
It still seemed impossible to him that he had a girl like her in his bed.
She sighed as he deepened the kiss, slowly running her hands through his hair and pressing against him as much as she could. One hand detoured and slipped under the hem of his shirt; she just had to touch what she'd seen before.
His breath hitched as her hands ghosted against his skin, causing him to press up against her a little more.
He finally reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, panting for air and his cheeks flushed.
She traced circles against his chest, a bit enamored with his flushed cheeks. She smiled and shifted to straddle his lap and leaned down to kiss him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and leaned forward into him; he felt so warm and safe that she didn't want to pull away, not for a long time.
He was more than eager to return the kiss once more. As his hands slid up underneath the large shirt, gently grasping her breasts, he couldn't help but think maybe they were moving too fast.
But on second thought, he didn't care.
Elle shivered when he cupped her breasts and let out an involuntary whimper against his lips, rubbing her hips against his. She reached back, underneath her shirt, and undid the clasp of her bra, moving aside the fabric and grasping his hands, leading them back to her bare breasts. She gasped at the touch, and moved her mouth down to his neck, swirling her tongue over his pulse.
He groaned out against her lips as she moved against him, placing his hands back on her breasts. He squeezed them gently, pinching her nipples with his fingers. "Elle...I..." he muttered softly, as her mouth worked against his neck. He trailed off, not knowing what to say. It just felt so nice. He didn't want to stop.
She exhaled a breathy moan at the feel of his fingers, and sparked a little in delight, rocking harder against him. She pressed her lips against his and panted softly against his mouth, and murmured a breathless, "I know," before sitting back to pull the shirt over her head and discard her bra.
He inhaled sharply at the vision of her bare chest. All she had now was her underwear, and even that seemed like too much. His hands skimmed down her body, hooking his thumbs through the hem before tugging them down. The hesitation he had shown earlier seemed to be fading quickly.
She held onto his shoulders and all but stumbled back on shaky legs and let him pull off her underwear; she wasted no time crawling back into his lap to tug off his shirt to press against him, shivering from the cool air against her bare skin and how it contrasted against the heat of his body. She captured his lips with hers-she'd never wanted someone-anyone-so badly; her body was practically humming with the desire to have him.
He was almost painfully hard now that her completely bare body pressed against him. He carefully set her on the bed for a moment to remove his boxers, tossing them aside before pulling her back into his lap. He pressed his lips against hers once more, his tongue seeking entrance into her hot little mouth. He wanted more, more, more. He felt greedy. He couldn't get enough of her.
She could hardly contain the small little sparks leaving her body at every searing touch; her breath hitched on a moan as he pulled her back into his lap and she could feel him, hard against her. She hardly had time to react before he was kissing her, and she trembled at his growing insistence and returned it with her own, reaching to grab the base of him and stroke firmly.
He bit her lip in surprise as she began to stroke him. It felt amazing, better than anything like this had ever had in the past. His hands trailed down her body once more, brushing his fingers against her entrance. He was glad she seemed to want it as badly as he did, because he was pretty sure he couldn't stop.
She cried out softly as his teeth gnashed her lip, and generated a spark into his mouth from the pain, flicking her wrist just so around him. She felt a warm flash as his touch feathered over her entrance, and her head fell back on a surprised little gasp.
"I'm not sure... how much longer I can hold back," he admitted in a breathy voice as he pulled away. He brushed against her entrance once more, pressing his thumb against her clit. It'd been a while since he'd had any sort of sex, and the last thing he wanted was to end things too quickly. They were just getting started.
She whimpered and rocked gently into his touch, her cheeks flushing. Her entire body was throbbing, and at his words she gave him a firm squeeze, right at the base, desisting her stroking in an attempt to calm him down. She didn't want it over too fast either. But then again...
"We have all night," she whispered, and urged him down onto his back, lying against his chest.
He lied down on his back, wrapping his arms around her tightly, one hand stroking her hair. It felt so... perfect, having her in his arms like this.
He smiled at her words, planting gentle kisses against her neck. "That's right, we do."
She nestled deeper into his embrace with a content, aroused sigh, extending her neck as he kissed it. She wanted him so badly, and she tried without success not to rub up a little against him-it was almost embarrassing how highly sensitized she felt from his touch. Her breath hitched and she shivered, letting her eyes slip closed. "Please touch me," she murmured.
He groaned against her neck in reply. She didn't have to ask twice. Or at all, really. He doubted he could stop touching her if his life depended on it. She felt like oxygen to him, like he might die without her.
He flipped her down so that she was lying on the bed before trailing down, kissing her neck, and then her shoulder blades before traveling down the valley of her breasts. He kept going lower and lower until he reached his destination, nose brushing against soft blonde curls. The smell of her only encouraged him more. He placed his hands on her thighs to steady himself before darting his tongue out to brush against her most sensitive area. Dark eyes tilted up, watching for her reaction.
She tried to breathe as his lips traveled down her body, but she could only manage gasping erratically and moving into the soft caress of his mouth. Her whole body was tense with anticipation, and when his nose brushed up against her curls, she whispered his name.
His tongue touched her, and she felt as if a millions bursts of heat engulfed her body, centering on the delicate brush of his tongue. She arched up, her hands blindly reaching to grab his, her legs jerking open wider.
Her erratic reaction to his actions seemed to only encourage him. He became a little bolder, letting one of his hands leave her legs. He thrust two fingers inside of her, moving them about as his tongue continued to lick at her clit.
She was so exquisite, so raw and unbound in her passion, he wanted to wind her up like a watch and see her come undone.
Her breath hitched as he slid his fingers inside of her, and she rolled her hips down-for one moment her eyes rolled back and then a long, whimpering "oh" left her, her breath punctuated by small keening moans as his warm wet tongue continued to taste her.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair, unable to regulate the movement of her hips pushing gently up, her body riding every wave of pleasure. She couldn't think past the litany of his name that repeated itself in her head, over and over.
Those little moans and encouraging movements of her hips were just enough to egg him on, moving his fingers in and out of her. His tongue lapped up at her, unable to get enough of her taste.
He throbbed with need for her, but he knew by postponing it a bit, it would make their joining feel that much better once it happened.
She moved pliantly into his mouth, tensing on each shudder, and for a few moments let her head fall back and her eyes slip closed, her whimpers punctuated with growing sparks.
She didn't want him to stop, but the pressure was building and she wanted her turn first. Determinedly, she pushed herself up and tugged him away to press her mouth hotly against his. "Back," she ordered breathlessly, and urged him to the side.
He reluctantly pulled away and nodded as their lips fused together once more. He laid back down on the mattress, curious to what she had in mind. It didn't matter. He was pretty sure that at this point, he'd go with whatever she wanted.
Wickedly, she zapped his chest with a playful grin and sat back on her heels, taking a moment to admire him, her eyes traveling down to his hardness. Gently, she brushed her fingers over the head and held it against his stomach, leaning over and wasting no time to lick his length, once, slowly, eyes flicking to his to look for his reaction.
He hissed as she shocked him. He really shouldn't enjoy that quite as much as he did. But he didn't have long to think about it until she was licking at his erection, causing him to tilt his head back, groaning out appreciatively.
His pleasure made her feel giddy and pleased with herself; she eagerly repeated the action and then closed her mouth over him with a purposeful hum, taking him deeper into her mouth.
He groaned out, his hands reaching out to grab her hair, tugging at it a little as she continued. If someone had told him that his suicide attempt was going to lead to something like this, he would have never of believed it.
She rubbed a hand up his chest and laughed softly around him, zapping him as he tugged at her hair. She wriggled her tongue and pumped him into her mouth when he touched the back of her throat, and then slide him out, pausing to look at him. It was an image she wanted to memorize.
Once she slid off of him he gently tugged her head back up, kissing her lips with fervor and rolling her onto her back. He broke away after a moment, brushing his fingers against her cheek as he rested his forehead against hers. He carefully positioned himself above her, so that his erection was brushing against her entrance.
She hissed at the touch and bucked her hips an inch, lips feathering over his. She grabbed at his shoulders and nuzzled her nose against his, warming at the innocent brush of his fingers.
"...Want... you..." Was about all he could muster to say between shallow, panted breaths. She felt so tiny underneath him, he was almost afraid he might break her, somehow.
"Yours," she murmured, and dug her nails into his shoulders, brushing her thigh up against his side. She wanted so badly to be his; he felt so good against her, his large frame dwarfing hers. She wanted him to take her.
He gasped as her nails dug into his skin and he sunk down, burying himself deep inside of her. She felt so good, so tight around him. He didn't remember ever feeling as complete as he did in that moment.
Elle didn't know any other word to describe the moment but perfect. She sucked in air and wrapped her legs around him, her head pushing back into the mattress, her lips resting at his temple. She panted his name and wriggled her hips, sighing at how he felt, finally inside of her.
His hands went down to her thighs, grasping them as he pulled her in closer to him, causing him to gasp for air. He slowly began to move inside of her, each thrust coming with a small groan from his lips.
Her breath hitched in surprise and pleasure as he pulled her closer and blindly she grabbed handfuls of his hair to hold onto something as she moved with him.
His breath became shallower as he continued moving inside of her, leaving him almost breathless. Though he wasn't a virgin, he couldn't remember it ever feeling so good. He dropped one of his hands, brushing against her blonde curls before pressing his thumb against her clit. He was close, and he wanted to bring her close as well.
She let out a harsh sigh when he touched her clit, tugging hard at his hair and burying her face into his arm. Accompanied with his slow strokes, she felt her body tense up; she closed her eyes tight and clenched her thighs around him. "That feels," she stammered out, "really good."
He bit his lip as he gasped out from her clenching around him. She was right. It felt incredible. He continued pushing inside of her, his thumb rubbing against her sensitive spot. "It feels," he panted out. "Amazing."
Unlike anything else he had ever experienced.
She cried out softly and threw her head back, rolling her hips up, desperately seeking more from him, the sounds he was making for her resonating through her body. Her experiments with Adam had been uncaring and flippant-they'd both just used each other; she'd never realized before what sex could be like. She didn't realize it could feel like a connection. That the act could feel right and not just good.
She whimpered and drew his mouth to hers for a long, deep, slow kiss, trying to communicate without words.
Every experience he had had before had been awkward, and barely satisfying, but this? It was enjoyable on so many different levels. It probably helped that he liked Elle, liked her more than anyone else he ever met.
He returned the kiss, deepening it. He wanted her to know just how... perfect everything was.
Her body sparked uncontrollably he kissed her back and rocked inside of her. She was thrumming with electricity and building pleasure; she closed her eyes and let it take her without reservations. She felt safe with him. "Faster," she pleaded, shuddered against him.
"Whatever you want," he gasped out in response.
If he had been holding back before, at her command, he no longer was. His thrusts became shorter, faster and more powerful. The pressure built within his body and his fingers rubbed against her clit harder. Even the pain from the sparks her body was emitting couldn't stop him now.
She cried out with an electric spark and pressed her eyes closed tight, trembling and bunching her legs, holding him tighter to her and moving with him, her lips parted with moans that steadily grew louder. "Gonna..." she muttered-she was so close and then everything else but him went a little fuzzy and unfocused as she climaxed.
And that was it. The way she tightened around him was enough to send him over the edge as well, crying out her name. His head tilted back as his body shuddered in pleasure, coming inside of her.
He panted as he began to come down from his climax, bringing a shaking hand down to brush some of her hair away from her face. "That was... amazing," He muttered softly.
She concentrated on evening her breath and stroked back his hair with lazy fingers, smiling in the most satisfying afterglow she'd ever experienced. She nodded in agreement and gently kissed the corner of his mouth and then his lips with a sigh. "Better than," she replied with a smirk.
"I didn't realize…" He paused for a moment to catch his breath, pressing another kiss against her lips before continuing. It was so relaxing lying here with her like this, he felt like he could stay this way forever. "I didn't realize that it could be so good."
Not that his past experiences had been bad or anything, but they had been nothing like this. For the first time, he felt really connected to another person, and it was the most incredible feeling he had ever experienced.
"Me either," she said, unable to stifle the smile on her face, or the glimmer in her eyes. She ran a nail along his jaw, letting her electricity tickle his skin. "It's never been like that." She knew it'd been worth it before-not following orders or protocol. This, she thought, this was something worth losing everything else, too.
He couldn't help but smile a little more as her electricity tickled his skin. (Repetitive. But a good image!)She was so special, even more than he had originally thought her to be. For the first time, he felt like he could just be Gabriel, and that was okay.
"I never really got what the big deal was about sex before," he admitted sheepishly. He had never been as interested in it as other young men. "But I get it now. When it can feel like that."
"It's always been fun," she said wryly, "but not..." She blushed and darted her eyes away for a moment; she wasn't usually so easily flustered, but the way he was looking at her, and how she felt... "I don't know," she continued, trying to find the right word. Then she smiled knowingly. "Special. It's never been special."
A shiver ran down his spine at that word. Special. He always wanted to just be special to someone, and it was such an indescribable feeling to find someone who saw him that way. "Well," he murmured softly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "Now it is."
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Author: superkappa and petitebelette
Summary: Elle decides to tell Gabriel the truth and stay with him instead of betraying him. Chapter Two: They make their way back to Gabriel’s apartment to find someone waiting there for them.
Author’s Note: This is the epic that we’ve been working on/talking about for a while now based on our Rps. Beta'd by dragynflies, who wins at life. And we forgot to mention it last time, but each of these chapters seem to run at about 6,000 words or so. So when we said epic...we were not kidding.
Chapter One
"It'll be alright," he tried to reassure her, putting an arm around her shoulder as they walked along.
He froze a little as they arrived at the apartment. The van was back.
She tensed when she saw The Company van again, sucking in a little breath to steel herself. Noah was watching. She had half a mind to just march on over there-and no sooner did she have that thought then she was just walking over there, her lips thinned, electricity ready and in her palm.
Gabriel followed her toward the van, his jaw clenched tightly. He wasn't sure what was coming next, but he was ready to meet it head on.
She wrenched open the door, ready to blast Noah to kingdom come if she had to-her heart was beating loud in her chest, but she wasn't afraid-just eager to get this done.
But he wasn't there-the equipment sat untouched, his chair was empty, and his headphones were strewn on the console.
A hand settled over her shoulder-heavy and tight, and she felt the muzzle of a gun against her lower back as Noah's tall body stepped close to hers and to conceal the weapon.
"Now, Elle," she heard Noah saying, "you know better than to display your abilities like that in public."
Okay, now she was a little afraid.
She made to move, to shock him, but he pressed the gun tighter. "Try anything, and I pull the trigger."
Gabriel's heart beat faster in his chest as he realized what was going on. This man, he was assuming it was Elle's former partner, had her at gunpoint.
He lifted his hand up and twisted it, trying to knock the gun out of the other man's hand. He prayed it would work. He was still mastering his telekinesis, but fear and anger were good motivations to get something right.
She pulled in a gasp of air when the gun flew out from Noah's hand; she looked into Gabriel's eyes and felt a smirk burgeoning on her lips. This was more like it. She'd have to find a way to thank him later. (She had a few things in mind.)
She spun around; electricity cupped in her palm, and pushed Noah into the van with a jolt.
He fell in gracelessly, and she held the electricity to his neck. "That wasn't very nice of you," she hissed, offended. "A gun, Noah? What would my dad think?"
He smiled humorlessly. She wanted to punch his teeth in. "You know the rules, Elle."
She felt his words as if he really had shot her. "My dad loves me," she protested harshly. "And Gabriel saw my powers. He didn't take them. He's a good person. Like I said," she added proudly.
"So this is the one who wanted to exploit me?" Gabriel asked, his voice growing darker as he inched toward Noah. He could practically hear the loud ticking in his ears. "To turn me into a monster?"
He removed his glasses, cleaning them on his sweater as he tried to focus himself. If he killed Noah, wouldn't he be proving the man right? That he was just a monster?
That didn't change the fact that the idea was very, very tempting.
"Yes," she answered with a sardonic smirk. "Noah, this is Gabriel. Gabriel, this is Noah." She moved her neck closer to his neck, pleased when it burned him a little and he hissed out in pain.
"Hello, Noah," he said with a smile that was anything but kind. He set his glasses aside for the moment as he stepped closer to the man. Maybe if he killed him, he could send a message to the Company that he worked for. That he wasn't just some toy they could manipulate and shape as they willed.
"Should I do it?" he asked, looking at Elle for guidance, unsure of himself. "If we let him go, he'll just report back to your father, won't he?"
She took a moment to look up at him in appreciation; she wondered if he knew how transformed he looked without his glasses.
Her stomach lurched though, at his line of thought. He was right; Noah would, but... she kind of liked Noah. He could be mean and firm and wouldn't let her play, but he was the nicest to her. (Nicest was very different from nice, though.) He thought she always did a good job, even when her Daddy didn't.
"I..." she hesitated, and snapped her gaze to Noah, who was looking back and forth between them, his expression blank but his mind obviously whirring. "He probably already did," she said. She wasn't stupid. Noah wouldn't do anything without orders. Her dad had probably told him to threaten her. He must have told him not to hurt her though, she tried to convince herself.
"I did, Elle," Noah spoke up. "He's not happy with you," he said gravely.
"Well, I'm not happy with him," she shot back childishly.
Gabriel's brain was reeling. He didn't know what to do. Elle was hesitating, and he was torn. This situation, everything, it was way over his head. Not the sort of stuff he was used to dealing with at all.
"Did her father tell you to shoot her?" he asked in a grave voice, looking at Noah. Maybe if he had better understanding, he could better make a decision.
"Of course not," Noah answered immediately, stressing the answer. Elle noted he turned to her as he said it, his expression persuasive and incredulous.
"Then why did you point your gun at me?" she asked, her voice wavering.
Noah inclined his head a little, and Elle blinked back a few pricking tears as he tentatively touched her extended wrist. "Elle, he just wanted me to take you home."
Of course that was why. To make her come home. But the reasoning settled in her gut all wrong. "I don't believe you," she choked out.
Noah sighed. "He said to use force if necessary."
If there was one thing Gabriel was generally good at doing, it was reading people. It came hand in hand with that seeing how things worked deal. He tilted his head, watching Noah carefully. He remained silent for most of their exchange before finally turning to Elle to proclaim.
"I think he's lying."
Elle let out a sigh, looking deep into Noah's expectant gaze. She blinked quickly. Gabriel's confirmation of her own unsure thoughts made her feel a bit... empty. "You're right," she said, her voice toneless.
"So what do we do?" he asked, looking at her now. The ball was in her court, so to speak. He really just wanted to kill the man, but that might just make the whole situation worse. It was hard to know, really.
"Would you have really shot me, Noah?" she asked in a small voice.
She couldn't help but bite her lip to hold back the tears as his expression softened. "Elle... I wouldn't have killed you," he started gently, but she'd heard enough. She shot him with a powerful jolt that would knock him out for hours and viciously pushed his legs into the van, struggling because he was so heavy. Then she slammed the door shut and looked at the ground.
She probably should have just killed him.
Once the van was shut Gabriel wrapped his arms around Elle, pulling her close to him. "Maybe you're right," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "Maybe we should leave."
He didn't want to put her in danger like this again.
She leaned on him, letting the tenseness leave her in his arms. "No," she said, muffled into his chest. "It's not fair that they get to ruin everything. You were right," she said. "We can't let them."
"But what if they try to hurt you again?" He asked in a worried tone. He felt almost foolish for being so afraid of that possibility. It's not like they had known one another that long.
In the back of his head he couldn't help but think if he had more powers, he could protect her better.
She set her jaw, breathing him in for a moment, and looked up at him. "Then we'll hurt them first," she said simply.
And she would. She didn't have anyone but Gabriel now. Not The Company. Not Noah. Not even her father.
He smiled weakly. "I guess that's all we can do."
He paused before adding, "You can stay with me... as I'm assuming you can't go home. I can sleep on the couch, I mean, I don't want you to feel pressured or anything."
Although he did want her, even after all that, there was no denying it.
"Don't be silly," she said softly, and mustered up a smile. She reached to play with the hair at the nape of his neck-she didn't feel the least bit of pressure from him. He almost seemed incapable of it. She felt... sad, and the idea of being alone all night just made her feel infinitely sadder. "We can share," she said, "if that's what you want."
He smiled a shiver running down his spine as she played with his nape. It would be hard to muster control sleeping next to her, but he really did like the idea of sharing his bed with her. He placed his glasses back on finally before responding.
"I would like that." He placed a hand on the small of her back. "I would like that a lot."
She smiled a little wider in response and reached up on the tips of her toes to kiss him on the lips, lingering there for a moment. "Me too."
"Let's go, then," he muttered, pressing another kiss against her lips before pulling away to get his keys out, leading her up into the apartment.
"We should lock everything up," she said after they returned inside-she was instantly comforted by the quaint hominess of his apartment, and she stood in the living room awkwardly before her gaze rested on the mess they'd left on the floor.
That was something she could do. "I'll clean that up," she said, and headed to the kitchen, ignoring the shakiness that wouldn't go away, like a constant reminder that her father didn't love her and maybe Noah would have killed her.
It seemed most of the time she had to pretend to care, or care more. She wished, for once in her life, that she could care less.
"Of course," He had a feeling this "Company" could probably bypass locks if they wanted to, but it was still a comfort to have them.
Once he was finished locking up he undid his tie and removed his sweater vest, making it a little easier to breathe.
She was just finishing up scooping the food back into the tray and cleaning the floor when he started pulling off his clothes. She paused for a moment to watch, her lips parting. The first time they'd met, when she'd first recovered from his suicide attempt, she'd taken a moment to appreciate his appearance-dark eyes hidden behind glasses, sensual lips, and large hands. He was good-looking, in a nerdy sort of way.
He looked much better without the sweater vest, however.
She stood up and put her hands behind her back, suddenly feeling coy compared to acting like it. "Do you have anything I can sleep in?"
He smiled at her, nodding. "I do." He made his way to his bedroom, pulling out an old X-men t-shirt from his drawer. He made a mental note to take her shopping tomorrow so she would have some clothes of her own to wear.
He made his way back out to the living room, holding the shirt out to her. "Will this do?"
She took the shirt from him and bit down on her lips to stifle her amused laugh. She took a moment to study the faded characters, before setting the garment aside. She looked at him innocently, kicked off her shoes, and began to undress in front of him on impulse, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it off, exposing her red lacy bra before wriggling her pants down without bothering with the button.
"Thanks," she said, and slipped the shirt over her head.
He gasped softly as she began to undress in front of him. If he had wanted to look away, he couldn't. He was sure he had never seen something so enticing. The fact that she played off her little striptease so innocently just made it that much more alluring.
It wasn't until she spoke that he realized he had been staring. He coughed awkwardly, looking down to the floor. "It's nothing, really."
Dutifully, she picked up her strewn clothes and folded them neatly, placing them on the arm of the couch. She took her hair down from the almost painfully tight ponytail it'd been in all evening, and shook it out, all the while smiling knowingly at him.
"I'm really tired," she fibbed, and faked a yawn, patting the oval-shaped line of her lips.
He chuckled softly, taking her hand in his own. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me."
She held in a smirk.
He led her into the bedroom, letting go of her hand once they got there. He felt a little self-conscious as he unbuttoned his shirt, folding it and setting it aside before doing the same with his pants. He was left in his boxers. He reached in his drawers and pulled out a white tank top, pulling it on. He placed his glasses on the bedside table before offering her a nervous smile.
The moment she was in his room, she jumped on the bed, and sat back on her heels in the middle, watching intently as he got ready. Her stomach was fluttering with nervousness, and she unashamedly admired his bare chest-he wasn't just lean, she realized with surprise, but defined.
"Sorry it's so small." His bed was just a twin-sized one, nothing special. It wasn't like he had someone to share the bed with often.
She returned his smile with a small one of her own and gazed up at him. "A small bed is good," she ventured vaguely. "Which side do you want?"
"The right side." It was the one he always slept on. He sat down next to her on the bed, gently taking her hand into his.
He stroked his thumb against the back of her hand for a moment before speaking. "I'm really glad you're here." Even after what she admitted to him, she still seemed almost like a goddess to him. So out of his league.
She ducked her head to hide a small, pleased smile, blushing at his words. "Me too," she said, and shifted closer. "I want to be here."
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and looked up at him. "I'm just sorry it happened like this. I'm not sorry it happened, just... sorry I brought all this baggage with me."
"Don't be," he assured her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "You're the best thing that's happened to me since... ever."
The high after taking Brian's power had been temporary, leaving him feeling guilty and insecure. But when he was with Elle he felt like the most important person in the world, even if he was just Gabriel Gray, the watchmaker.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips. "We'll be okay."
She all but melted at his words, and nodded slightly. She didn't recognize the warm fluttering in her chest, but she was pretty sure she knew what it was. He was definitely the best thing that had happened to her ever, too. And he wanted her back. He cared about her.
Despite everything bad that had happened today, she was happy to just be here. He made her feel like she belonged, and she'd never felt like that before.
She reached to stroke the line of his jaw and smiled. "I believe you," she said. "You're the only good thing that's happened to me, you know."
His smiled broadened at that. The only person who had ever really appreciated him was his mother, and even she always wanted more from him.
"I guess it's a good thing you got that assignment then. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you."
She nodded again, more emphatically this time, and leaned closer. "Neither would I," she reminded him. "You saved me from Noah."
"That's true," he admitted with another smile, running his hands idly through her hair. "I guess that makes us even then."
"Well," she said hesitantly with a smile, crawling closer. "I did lie a little about one other thing," she said under her breath, and paused for effect. "I was trying to seduce you before."
"Well, you were doing a good job at it." There was an almost smirk playing on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap.
Pliantly, she let him move her into his lap, sliding her arms around neck with giggle. Once she was settled, she touched a finger to his mouth and generated a little spark with a smile, and kissed him, lips parted around his bottom lip, where she'd zapped him.
He groaned out as she kissed him. The shock hurt, but it hadn't been entirely unpleasant. He let his hands rest on her hips as he brushed his tongue against hers.
It still seemed impossible to him that he had a girl like her in his bed.
She sighed as he deepened the kiss, slowly running her hands through his hair and pressing against him as much as she could. One hand detoured and slipped under the hem of his shirt; she just had to touch what she'd seen before.
His breath hitched as her hands ghosted against his skin, causing him to press up against her a little more.
He finally reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, panting for air and his cheeks flushed.
She traced circles against his chest, a bit enamored with his flushed cheeks. She smiled and shifted to straddle his lap and leaned down to kiss him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and leaned forward into him; he felt so warm and safe that she didn't want to pull away, not for a long time.
He was more than eager to return the kiss once more. As his hands slid up underneath the large shirt, gently grasping her breasts, he couldn't help but think maybe they were moving too fast.
But on second thought, he didn't care.
Elle shivered when he cupped her breasts and let out an involuntary whimper against his lips, rubbing her hips against his. She reached back, underneath her shirt, and undid the clasp of her bra, moving aside the fabric and grasping his hands, leading them back to her bare breasts. She gasped at the touch, and moved her mouth down to his neck, swirling her tongue over his pulse.
He groaned out against her lips as she moved against him, placing his hands back on her breasts. He squeezed them gently, pinching her nipples with his fingers. "Elle...I..." he muttered softly, as her mouth worked against his neck. He trailed off, not knowing what to say. It just felt so nice. He didn't want to stop.
She exhaled a breathy moan at the feel of his fingers, and sparked a little in delight, rocking harder against him. She pressed her lips against his and panted softly against his mouth, and murmured a breathless, "I know," before sitting back to pull the shirt over her head and discard her bra.
He inhaled sharply at the vision of her bare chest. All she had now was her underwear, and even that seemed like too much. His hands skimmed down her body, hooking his thumbs through the hem before tugging them down. The hesitation he had shown earlier seemed to be fading quickly.
She held onto his shoulders and all but stumbled back on shaky legs and let him pull off her underwear; she wasted no time crawling back into his lap to tug off his shirt to press against him, shivering from the cool air against her bare skin and how it contrasted against the heat of his body. She captured his lips with hers-she'd never wanted someone-anyone-so badly; her body was practically humming with the desire to have him.
He was almost painfully hard now that her completely bare body pressed against him. He carefully set her on the bed for a moment to remove his boxers, tossing them aside before pulling her back into his lap. He pressed his lips against hers once more, his tongue seeking entrance into her hot little mouth. He wanted more, more, more. He felt greedy. He couldn't get enough of her.
She could hardly contain the small little sparks leaving her body at every searing touch; her breath hitched on a moan as he pulled her back into his lap and she could feel him, hard against her. She hardly had time to react before he was kissing her, and she trembled at his growing insistence and returned it with her own, reaching to grab the base of him and stroke firmly.
He bit her lip in surprise as she began to stroke him. It felt amazing, better than anything like this had ever had in the past. His hands trailed down her body once more, brushing his fingers against her entrance. He was glad she seemed to want it as badly as he did, because he was pretty sure he couldn't stop.
She cried out softly as his teeth gnashed her lip, and generated a spark into his mouth from the pain, flicking her wrist just so around him. She felt a warm flash as his touch feathered over her entrance, and her head fell back on a surprised little gasp.
"I'm not sure... how much longer I can hold back," he admitted in a breathy voice as he pulled away. He brushed against her entrance once more, pressing his thumb against her clit. It'd been a while since he'd had any sort of sex, and the last thing he wanted was to end things too quickly. They were just getting started.
She whimpered and rocked gently into his touch, her cheeks flushing. Her entire body was throbbing, and at his words she gave him a firm squeeze, right at the base, desisting her stroking in an attempt to calm him down. She didn't want it over too fast either. But then again...
"We have all night," she whispered, and urged him down onto his back, lying against his chest.
He lied down on his back, wrapping his arms around her tightly, one hand stroking her hair. It felt so... perfect, having her in his arms like this.
He smiled at her words, planting gentle kisses against her neck. "That's right, we do."
She nestled deeper into his embrace with a content, aroused sigh, extending her neck as he kissed it. She wanted him so badly, and she tried without success not to rub up a little against him-it was almost embarrassing how highly sensitized she felt from his touch. Her breath hitched and she shivered, letting her eyes slip closed. "Please touch me," she murmured.
He groaned against her neck in reply. She didn't have to ask twice. Or at all, really. He doubted he could stop touching her if his life depended on it. She felt like oxygen to him, like he might die without her.
He flipped her down so that she was lying on the bed before trailing down, kissing her neck, and then her shoulder blades before traveling down the valley of her breasts. He kept going lower and lower until he reached his destination, nose brushing against soft blonde curls. The smell of her only encouraged him more. He placed his hands on her thighs to steady himself before darting his tongue out to brush against her most sensitive area. Dark eyes tilted up, watching for her reaction.
She tried to breathe as his lips traveled down her body, but she could only manage gasping erratically and moving into the soft caress of his mouth. Her whole body was tense with anticipation, and when his nose brushed up against her curls, she whispered his name.
His tongue touched her, and she felt as if a millions bursts of heat engulfed her body, centering on the delicate brush of his tongue. She arched up, her hands blindly reaching to grab his, her legs jerking open wider.
Her erratic reaction to his actions seemed to only encourage him. He became a little bolder, letting one of his hands leave her legs. He thrust two fingers inside of her, moving them about as his tongue continued to lick at her clit.
She was so exquisite, so raw and unbound in her passion, he wanted to wind her up like a watch and see her come undone.
Her breath hitched as he slid his fingers inside of her, and she rolled her hips down-for one moment her eyes rolled back and then a long, whimpering "oh" left her, her breath punctuated by small keening moans as his warm wet tongue continued to taste her.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair, unable to regulate the movement of her hips pushing gently up, her body riding every wave of pleasure. She couldn't think past the litany of his name that repeated itself in her head, over and over.
Those little moans and encouraging movements of her hips were just enough to egg him on, moving his fingers in and out of her. His tongue lapped up at her, unable to get enough of her taste.
He throbbed with need for her, but he knew by postponing it a bit, it would make their joining feel that much better once it happened.
She moved pliantly into his mouth, tensing on each shudder, and for a few moments let her head fall back and her eyes slip closed, her whimpers punctuated with growing sparks.
She didn't want him to stop, but the pressure was building and she wanted her turn first. Determinedly, she pushed herself up and tugged him away to press her mouth hotly against his. "Back," she ordered breathlessly, and urged him to the side.
He reluctantly pulled away and nodded as their lips fused together once more. He laid back down on the mattress, curious to what she had in mind. It didn't matter. He was pretty sure that at this point, he'd go with whatever she wanted.
Wickedly, she zapped his chest with a playful grin and sat back on her heels, taking a moment to admire him, her eyes traveling down to his hardness. Gently, she brushed her fingers over the head and held it against his stomach, leaning over and wasting no time to lick his length, once, slowly, eyes flicking to his to look for his reaction.
He hissed as she shocked him. He really shouldn't enjoy that quite as much as he did. But he didn't have long to think about it until she was licking at his erection, causing him to tilt his head back, groaning out appreciatively.
His pleasure made her feel giddy and pleased with herself; she eagerly repeated the action and then closed her mouth over him with a purposeful hum, taking him deeper into her mouth.
He groaned out, his hands reaching out to grab her hair, tugging at it a little as she continued. If someone had told him that his suicide attempt was going to lead to something like this, he would have never of believed it.
She rubbed a hand up his chest and laughed softly around him, zapping him as he tugged at her hair. She wriggled her tongue and pumped him into her mouth when he touched the back of her throat, and then slide him out, pausing to look at him. It was an image she wanted to memorize.
Once she slid off of him he gently tugged her head back up, kissing her lips with fervor and rolling her onto her back. He broke away after a moment, brushing his fingers against her cheek as he rested his forehead against hers. He carefully positioned himself above her, so that his erection was brushing against her entrance.
She hissed at the touch and bucked her hips an inch, lips feathering over his. She grabbed at his shoulders and nuzzled her nose against his, warming at the innocent brush of his fingers.
"...Want... you..." Was about all he could muster to say between shallow, panted breaths. She felt so tiny underneath him, he was almost afraid he might break her, somehow.
"Yours," she murmured, and dug her nails into his shoulders, brushing her thigh up against his side. She wanted so badly to be his; he felt so good against her, his large frame dwarfing hers. She wanted him to take her.
He gasped as her nails dug into his skin and he sunk down, burying himself deep inside of her. She felt so good, so tight around him. He didn't remember ever feeling as complete as he did in that moment.
Elle didn't know any other word to describe the moment but perfect. She sucked in air and wrapped her legs around him, her head pushing back into the mattress, her lips resting at his temple. She panted his name and wriggled her hips, sighing at how he felt, finally inside of her.
His hands went down to her thighs, grasping them as he pulled her in closer to him, causing him to gasp for air. He slowly began to move inside of her, each thrust coming with a small groan from his lips.
Her breath hitched in surprise and pleasure as he pulled her closer and blindly she grabbed handfuls of his hair to hold onto something as she moved with him.
His breath became shallower as he continued moving inside of her, leaving him almost breathless. Though he wasn't a virgin, he couldn't remember it ever feeling so good. He dropped one of his hands, brushing against her blonde curls before pressing his thumb against her clit. He was close, and he wanted to bring her close as well.
She let out a harsh sigh when he touched her clit, tugging hard at his hair and burying her face into his arm. Accompanied with his slow strokes, she felt her body tense up; she closed her eyes tight and clenched her thighs around him. "That feels," she stammered out, "really good."
He bit his lip as he gasped out from her clenching around him. She was right. It felt incredible. He continued pushing inside of her, his thumb rubbing against her sensitive spot. "It feels," he panted out. "Amazing."
Unlike anything else he had ever experienced.
She cried out softly and threw her head back, rolling her hips up, desperately seeking more from him, the sounds he was making for her resonating through her body. Her experiments with Adam had been uncaring and flippant-they'd both just used each other; she'd never realized before what sex could be like. She didn't realize it could feel like a connection. That the act could feel right and not just good.
She whimpered and drew his mouth to hers for a long, deep, slow kiss, trying to communicate without words.
Every experience he had had before had been awkward, and barely satisfying, but this? It was enjoyable on so many different levels. It probably helped that he liked Elle, liked her more than anyone else he ever met.
He returned the kiss, deepening it. He wanted her to know just how... perfect everything was.
Her body sparked uncontrollably he kissed her back and rocked inside of her. She was thrumming with electricity and building pleasure; she closed her eyes and let it take her without reservations. She felt safe with him. "Faster," she pleaded, shuddered against him.
"Whatever you want," he gasped out in response.
If he had been holding back before, at her command, he no longer was. His thrusts became shorter, faster and more powerful. The pressure built within his body and his fingers rubbed against her clit harder. Even the pain from the sparks her body was emitting couldn't stop him now.
She cried out with an electric spark and pressed her eyes closed tight, trembling and bunching her legs, holding him tighter to her and moving with him, her lips parted with moans that steadily grew louder. "Gonna..." she muttered-she was so close and then everything else but him went a little fuzzy and unfocused as she climaxed.
And that was it. The way she tightened around him was enough to send him over the edge as well, crying out her name. His head tilted back as his body shuddered in pleasure, coming inside of her.
He panted as he began to come down from his climax, bringing a shaking hand down to brush some of her hair away from her face. "That was... amazing," He muttered softly.
She concentrated on evening her breath and stroked back his hair with lazy fingers, smiling in the most satisfying afterglow she'd ever experienced. She nodded in agreement and gently kissed the corner of his mouth and then his lips with a sigh. "Better than," she replied with a smirk.
"I didn't realize…" He paused for a moment to catch his breath, pressing another kiss against her lips before continuing. It was so relaxing lying here with her like this, he felt like he could stay this way forever. "I didn't realize that it could be so good."
Not that his past experiences had been bad or anything, but they had been nothing like this. For the first time, he felt really connected to another person, and it was the most incredible feeling he had ever experienced.
"Me either," she said, unable to stifle the smile on her face, or the glimmer in her eyes. She ran a nail along his jaw, letting her electricity tickle his skin. "It's never been like that." She knew it'd been worth it before-not following orders or protocol. This, she thought, this was something worth losing everything else, too.
He couldn't help but smile a little more as her electricity tickled his skin. (Repetitive. But a good image!)She was so special, even more than he had originally thought her to be. For the first time, he felt like he could just be Gabriel, and that was okay.
"I never really got what the big deal was about sex before," he admitted sheepishly. He had never been as interested in it as other young men. "But I get it now. When it can feel like that."
"It's always been fun," she said wryly, "but not..." She blushed and darted her eyes away for a moment; she wasn't usually so easily flustered, but the way he was looking at her, and how she felt... "I don't know," she continued, trying to find the right word. Then she smiled knowingly. "Special. It's never been special."
A shiver ran down his spine at that word. Special. He always wanted to just be special to someone, and it was such an indescribable feeling to find someone who saw him that way. "Well," he murmured softly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "Now it is."