Lonely Girl Chapter 2
Title: Lonely Girl Chapter 2
Character/Pairings: Gabriel/Elle, Peter/Sarah, Gretchen
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: She helped me organize my comics and then blew me. This is the one-from TFLN.
Summary: No powers. Set at a college campus. A lonely Elle becomes aware that a certain guy is obsessed with her...The prompt explains what happens next.
Author's Note: Had to split the file because of its size. Enjoy.
The Hallway Outside Gabriel and Peter’s Room
Elle stopped before the door. She chewed at her lower lip nervously. A small hand raised itself to knock, wavered and feel back to her side.
She looked back down the hall. The elevators were right there, only ten feet away. Claire was back and Elle could ask her about her time in Washington, and…and…
She shook her head tumbling the thoughts away. On the other side of the door, there was a guy who was really, really interested in her. Probably too interested, but Elle really wanted somebody right now.
Taking a deep shuddering breathe, Elle knocked on the door. She waited. Nothing.
Elle knocked again. ‘Gabriel?’ she called out hesitantly.
Nothing.
Her teeth dug into her lip. Maybe he left? Yeah right, girl. And maybe Mr. Sweater Vest lives a secret life clubbing the night away. Get real, Elle. She knew Gabriel had to be in there.
‘Gabriel,’ Elle called out again. ‘Your brother said that he had Bioengineering together, and since we have that test. I was wondering-.’
The door opened. Gabriel stood before her with his hair carefully parted, dark eyes hidden behind his glasses, and wearing his signature sweater vest. Still, Elle thought he looked good. A little dorky, but good.
She smiled the bright happy smile that Daddy always liked, while extending her hand.
‘Hi, I’m Elle,’ she said warmly.
He stood there. His handsome features blank. He blinked.
Elle felt her smile wavier. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he did not want her after all.
He took her hand and mumbled an apology. She felt his eyes roam over her.
Suddenly he asked, ‘You want to study for Bioengineering?’
Elle withdrew her hand. Tried to think of something witty. Ended up saying, ‘No, but I kind of need to.’ She winced a little at the lameness of her response.
Gabriel seemed not to notice because he invited her inside. Her eyes roamed about the room as she entered. Gabriel’s room looked like the typical college freshman’s. Movie posters covered the walls, some worn furniture, a pair of twin bunk beds, a TV, and a comic book.
Elle looked back at the comic. She recognized the art style that it was Isaac Medenz’s work, and it was last month’s 9th Wonders. Perhaps Gabriel had the latest issue?
‘You read this?’, she asked gesturing at the comic.
Gabriel flushed and stammered.
Elle leaned forward. Speaking more to herself than Gabriel, Elle said, ‘This is last month’s.’
Gabriel asked, ‘You read 9th Wonders?’
Damn. Elle kicked herself for that. Gabriel was going to be like all the other guys. ‘You like comic books, Elle? Hey Bro, check out freak girl.’ Elle bit her lip and tried to play off her last comment.
‘Yeah,’ she said with a shrug. Watching Gabriel out of the corner of her eye, she continued, ‘That doesn’t weird you out or anything, does it?’
She saw him shake his head.
Relieved, Elle sat down on what she assumed was his bed. She flipped through his comic. This one ended with a terrible cliff hanger and if was not for stupid classes she would have the latest issue, which she really wanted to read.
With as much casual innocence that she could manage, Elle asked, ‘Hey, Gabriel?’
‘Yes,’ he answered from the door.
‘You don’t happen to have the latest issue?’
‘As a matter of fact I do,’ Gabriel answered as he closed the door.
He walked over to the bed. With a slight blush he bent down and started rummaging around under the bed. After a moment, he pulled out a tattered cardboard box stuffed full with comics. He placed the box on the bed and sorting through them.
Elle watched him for a second. Maybe she could talk with Gabriel about comics. She touched the back of his hand. Gabriel stopped and looked at her.
‘With how neat everything else is, I thought these would be organized a little better,’ she said.
‘Yeah, they were,’ Gabriel responded as he looked at the box. ‘But Peter accidently knocked them off my bed the other day, and I’ve been so busy. I just haven’t had a chance to organize them.’
This was it. She totally knew how to connect with Gabriel. Elle watched Gabriel pull out the latest 9th Wonders. He placed it on the bed.
‘I’ll make a deal with you,’ she said.
‘Okaaayyy.’
His dark eyes looked so innocent that Elle knew he would need some chemical assistance, if they were to…If she was going to do anything with him tonight, she was going to need some herself. Still, the way he looked at her was completely different than the way any other guy ever had. He looked at her like she was his personal goddess.
‘I’ll make a deal with you,’ Elle stated slowly, ‘if I help you organize comics, you have to give me something to drink.’
He smiled. His expression was so bright and innocent. Elle smiled back.
‘Sure,’ Gabriel responded, ‘We’ve got soda, and bottled water, and orange juice in the fridge.’
She laughed. Wow, this guy was naive. Elle watched Gabriel tilt his head to the side. He looked so goofy that Elle had to work hard to repress a laugh.
‘I meant like a drink, drink,’ she said.
‘Oh, sure,’ Gabriel answered.
Elle could tell he was trying to cover his misunderstanding, but she let him get away with it. She watched Gabriel get up and walk over to a dresser. After a few seconds, he pulled out a bottle of vodka. Elle felt her stomach tighten. Drinking and hooking up with a new guy was more Sarah’s thing than hers. She could see Gabriel pouring the vodka in some cups. Elle looked at the box of comics. She started sorting them to hide her nervousness.
Gabriel came over carrying a couple of glasses and sat down on the bed. Elle took one from him, making sure to brush her fingertips against his hand. He blushed and then started pulling comics out of the box. She helped spread them across his bedspread before sorting them.
Elle drank steady as she helped. At first organizing everything seemed so simply, yet it became increasingly difficult the emptier her cup became. She kept placing comic in the wrong pile, which Gabriel tried to fix without her noticing.
Gabriel’s shyness made Elle smile. Plus, he was so quite. Elle liked to talk and when she drank she talked even more. What usually happened was that Elle started babbling. Tonight she was babbling about random things like class, and electricity and which Super Hero was the best or at least the hottest. Gabriel did not seem to mind, because he kept smiling. Occasionally he would say something, which would only cause her to shift topics so that he could see how alike they were.
Eventually they finished sorting all his comics and placed them back in the box. Gabriel made sure to keep the latest 9th Wonders separate. He handed it to her like an offering to a goddess he worshipped. His dark eyes held an intensity she had never seen before. Elle had never had anyone look at her like that before. It made her uncomfortable, yet she did not want him to stop.
She could feel his gaze on her as she flipped through the comic. While Elle struggled to understand the oddly tilting images, Gabriel talked to her about some medical something or other. The long technical terms he rattled off easily made him sound really smart. Elle tried to pay attention but the comic book kept distracting her. She could not figure out why she to concentrate so much to stop the room spinning. Once the room stopped, everything on the comic just jumbled together into a blur of color. Finally, Elle gave up and flipped to the end.
She closed the comic and tossed it randomly away. It landed with a flutter on a chair. Elle nibbled at her lower lip. She knew she was drunk. She needed to be drunk to do this, because she did not do things like this, or at least Elle told herself that.
Before she did anything, Elle decided to finish her drink. The last mouthful of vodka and orange juice burned a little as it went down. She considered the empty cup. Smiling, Elle tossed it towards the trash can. The cup sailed in an arch and ended up clattering to the floor well short of the trash can.
Elle laughed. She could swear the trash can moved after she through the cup.
Turning to Gabriel, she asked with a slur, ‘Want to help me study?’
‘Sure,’ he answered quickly.
Elle watched bewildered as Gabriel bent over to retrieve something from the floor. She just asked him to make out with her, so what was he doing? Then it hit her. He was getting a condom, because he thought she was going to sleep with him. She might be a little tipsy, but no way was she sleeping with some guy she just met, again, even if Gabriel was handsome, and tall, and…and…was that her textbook?
Elle giggled. He got her textbook from the floor. Gabriel actually thought she wanted to study.
As the giggle fade, she noticed his confused hurt expression. She reached out and took his hand. Squeezing it gently, Elle asked, ‘What do you think Sarah and your brother are doing right now?’
Gabriel looked down at the bed sheepishly like his bedcover might conceal the obviously embarrassing answer. She could tell he knew what the other couple were doing, and it was not playing tidally winks.
Uncertain reluctance he said, ‘I’m sure their busy…Umm, studying or something like that…and…’
She laughed again. His obvious awkward discomfort was just too much. For the first time ever, Elle felt like she was the more experienced one, the more socially skilled person. It made her feel good. The alcohol and the hot guy whose bed she was in helped a lot. Well, more than a lot if she took a time to consider.
She shook her head, which caused the room tilt about crazily. Elle smiled a little against the drunk rollercoaster nausea. She felt so warm, so alive, so happy. Suddenly she wanted Gabriel’s glasses. They just looked so odd sitting on his face. Really, who puts things on their face. She had to try them.
Her free hand snatched them quickly off his noise. Gabriel jumped a little. Elle put on his glasses with a laugh. She expected the world to turn all swimmy distorted. She was disappointed. Nothing changed.
After a few seconds looking around at the same boring room, she asked, ‘Do you really need these?’
Indignantly he answered, ‘Yes, they help me read when my eyes get tired.’
It did not matter. She got his glasses off, so now they could make out. Quickly Elle took off his glass and tossed them onto his nightstand.
She crawled onto his lap. His body felt warm, felt good as she wrapped her arms around him. Elle whispered into his ear, ‘You know what Peter and Sarah are studying right now?’
She felt his muscles tense before he responded sheepishly, ‘Literature?’
Elle shook her head as she adjusted her position. Her lips inches from his as she whispered, ‘Human Anatomy.’
Before he could respond, before Gabriel could do anything to ruin this moment, she kissed him.
Her small hands held his head firm, while her tongue slipped inside his mouth. At first nothing happened. He just sat there all stiff and wooden like a mannequin. Then he was kissing her back. Strong hands pulling her close, before they tumbled over.
Gabriel’s muscular bulk trapped her against his bed. Her hands slid through his hair. Elle shuddered a little as his hand slid under her shirt. His fingers felt like fire as they slid up her stomach. She moaned a little as he palmed her hard nipple through her bra.
Elle felt his erection poking against the inside of her thigh. His bulk was crushing her. Trying to catch her breath she squirmed beneath him. Then Gabriel began trailing kisses down her jaw.
‘Gabriel,’ she half gasped.
He responded by squeezing her breast. Involuntarily Elle pressed her breast up against his hand, even as she struggled to breathe. Her hands grasped his neck as he kissed and nipped at hers.
Elle managed to say, ‘Gabe, please, you’re crushing me.’
Gabriel rolled off of her. With her arms linked around his neck, he inadvertently pulled her over on top of him. It took Elle a second to take stock of her new position.
Then she smiled. Elle pushed herself up as her legs straddled Gabriel’s waist. She giggled a little at the obvious erection trapped beneath his pants.
‘Sorry,’ he mumbled.
‘Shh,’ she said as she started stroking him through his pants. While she was not going to sleep with him, there was something else she could do. It was obvious that he wanted her, and if she did this for him then maybe he would…
Before she could reconsidered, Elle unbuckled his pants. Unzipping them quickly he helped her pull them off. Giggling a little at his Superman boxers, Elle scooted back on his bed. Slowly she ran her hands up his legs, until they reach the hem of his boxers. Meeting his gaze she pulled his boxers off and tossed them away.
His expression became a mixture of lust and something else. He had that intense hungry look that she liked. No one had ever looked at her like that before. It was like he wanted to eat her, well he would have his chance, but first Elle started pumping his hard member with her hand.
Gabriel half closed his dark eyes. He leaned his head back against the bed. Elle smiled. She enjoyed this more than she would admit. The power and the control of it just made her feel special. She liked watching her man shudder and buck and moan at her every touch.
Elle leaned forward. Gently she kissed the tip of Gabriel’s erection. It was like an electric sparked raced through him. His whole body shook. She smiled.
Then she took his hardness inside her mouth. His large hand pressed against the back of her head guiding her down on to his erection. A moan escaped his lips.
Elle started bobbing her head up and down the length of him. Gabriel bucked his hips up into her mouth gagging her a little. She responded by placing a hand on his hip, while cupping his balls with the other.
Slowly Elle trailed her hand up to his member. She kept working him with her mouth, while pumping him with her hand. His hand tangled itself in her hair.
She heard him gasp and say, ‘Elle…I’m gonnna…ahh…Elle.’
Taking his hardness as deep as she could, Elle closed her lips around him and hummed. Immediately she felt his erection twitch. She let him spill himself in her mouth. Elle knew the next part was like the biggest deal in the world to some girls. To her it was not a really an issue, because she just did it and got it over with. She swallowed.
Releasing him, Elle sat up. Gabriel lay on his bed with his eyes closed and his breathing labored. Elle smiled and grabbed his drink off the nightstand. She emptied it.
Now, it was her turn. Elle quickly pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties. Thoughtlessly she dropped them to the floor.
Gabriel remained on the bed. His breathing had slowed, but that was the only change. Elle crawled over to him. Gently she kissed his cheek. He turned into the kiss. His warm tongue slipped into her mouth.
Elle grabbed his large hand. She guided it down to her naked sex. Gabriel’s eyes snapped open. She smiled mischievously.
‘Your turn,’ she told him.
She moaned as his finger slid inside her sex. Elle clutched his hand against her. His touch felt so good, so warm, so right. Her teeth dug into her lip as she watched him adjust himself over top of her. She watched desperately as he bent down between her spread legs.
His warm breathe tickled her, and then his moist tongue lapped against her sex. Elle bucked her hips. She needed this so much.
Wanton moans escaped her lips, while Gabriel began working his fingers inside her. His tongue tracked random moist fiery patterns on her sex. Elle felt a storm wet, hot and electric building deep within her. His every touch, every lick felt incredible. It was like he knew just the right spot and just the right way to touch her.
‘Gabriel,’ she moaned, ‘Fuck…GABE.’
Her fingers clutch his dark hair, which she uses to pull him against her sex. Elle bucked her hips up against his mouth. He slipped a second finger inside her sex. She shuddered in response.
Elle felt him spreading something down there. She was about to protest when his tongue touched her criterions with teasing little flicks. Then he worked it in small wet circles against her sex. The storm inside her broke. Lighting uncoiled through her veins. Elle orgasmed hard.
‘Fuck, fuck,’ she repeated again and again as she rode the ebbing waves of orgasm.
Eyes clenched shut she lay there thoughts drifting. She felt Gabriel move out from between her legs. Then she heard the rustle of clothing.
Reluctantly opening her eyes a little Elle looked around. She found her panties on the floor. She covered her nakedness with them before lying down on Gabriel’s bed.
She had almost forgotten how nice that felt, how nice this felt. There was a decent guy who wanted her. That made her smile.
She felt the bed take his weight. After a second his large warm body pressed against her back. A muscular arm encircled her waist. Gabriel kissed her neck. Elle smiled wider. She rolled over in his arms and kissed him back.
For a time they kissed. Then Elle felt sleep slowly pulling her under. Placing her head on his chest she listened to the steady reassuring thump thump as of his heart. Her eyes closed and…
The Next Morning
Reluctantly Elle opened her dry eyes. Light shone under the drape. She groaned and tried to roll over. Something held her in place. It was soft and warm and for a second she panicked. Then Elle remembered last night. The drinking, the blow job and…what Gabriel did to her.
She smiled at the memory. Squeezing her eyes closed Elle considered what to do. The first thing was to escape Gabriel’s grasp without waking him. Then maybe finding her pajama pants would be good.
Carefully Elle ducked free of Gabriel’s arm. Tentatively she wormed her way to the edge of the bed before slowly stepping off. She found her pajamas on the crumbled on the floor. They were a little wrinkled, but she put them on anyway.
Then more from habit than anything else, Elle checked her phone. A couple texts from Claire asking where she was at and that was it. Elle sneaked a look at Gabriel. He was looked sound asleep. She debating waking him.
Debating she wondered over to the window. There was something going on outside. While the bright daylight hurt head, she wanted to know what all the moving stuff was. Pulling the drab back a little, she looked out.
It was snowing. Already a few inches covered the ground and more feel at a steady pace. Elle loved the snow. When she first met Sarah, who was from LA and had never really seen a good snow, Elle promised to take her out during the first snow and make snow angels.
Immediately, she texted Sarah.
You awake?
Elle waits a few seconds watching the snow fall.
Yes. Where do you spend the night?
Frowning a little Elle responded, With Claire and Gretchen, why?
Lighting quick her roommate answered. LAIR. You fucked him didn’t you?
NO. And I’m not taking about it right now. It’s snowing.
Annoyed that Claire or Gretchen had betrayed her Elle turned to look at Gabriel. He had rolled over. Her eyes roamed over his thick broad shoulders. Maybe she should have fucked him last night…
Elle’s phone beeped.
I know it’s snowing and I know you want to go play in it, but Peter is recovering and I don’t want to leave him,’ Sarah answered.
What did you do to him?
Do you really want to know?
On second thought Elle defiantly did not want to know what Sarah did to Peter last night. Instead she texted back, Well, I’ll wake up Gabe and you get Peter up and we can go play in the snow.
So you were with him last night.
Fuck you.
Sarah responded, Would you please? I’ll let you be on top.
Blushing Elle ignored the text. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Gently she stroked some of the hair away from Gabriel’s face. He muttered something and moved restlessly.
‘Wake up, Gabriel,’ she said.
He rolled over, but his eyes remained closed.
‘Wake up, Gabe,’ she repeated a little louder.
He muttered, ‘Sleepy, go away.’
She shook his shoulder, which finally caused him to come around. His eyes darted to her face. He blinked.
‘You’re real,’ he muttered.
Elle smiled at that. ‘Yes, and you need to get up.’
‘Oh,’ Gabriel answered looking around him room. ‘Why?’
‘Because we’re going to go play in the snow with your brother and my roommate,’ Elle told him.
‘Oh,’ he answered while he gave her a critical look.
After a few uncomfortable seconds, Elle demanded, ‘What?’
He smiled. ‘You’ll need something warmer than a T-shirt.’
Elle supposed she would. Before she could ask Gabriel was up and digging around in his closet muttering how all his were way too big.
Helpfully she chimed in, ‘What about Peter’s stuff? He’s closer to my size.’
‘NO,’ Gabriel answered, ‘I’ll find something of mine.’
Elle laughed quietly at that. A little sibling rival perhaps? Gabriel did not want his new girl meeting his brother all wrapped up in Peter’s jacket. She supposed that it was a little possessive of Gabriel. Still, it felt nice to be wanted.
Elle looked back at her phone. There was another message from Sarah that read simple, Elle?
She answered, Gabe’s up, so get Peter up, and we’ll be down stairs in 10.
A few seconds go by as Elle listens to Gabriel rummage around his closet. Then Sarah responded, I’ll get Pete up if you answer a question for me.
Elle figured this would be some embarrassing tell all her night with Gabriel. Okay?
Since you’re with Gabriel and can get his opinion too…how soon is too soon to introduce handcuffs into a relationship?
Elle blushed. There was no way she was asking Gabriel about handcuffs. Furious she texted back, Are you trying to torment me?
Yes, it’s part of your punishment for lying to me.
Annoyed Elle snapped her phone closed. She sat on the bed contemplating what to do to Sarah when she got back to their room, when someone shook her. Jumping a little she turned to find Gabriel offering her a way too big knit sweater. Elle took it and put it on. While it was soft and warm, she was absolutely swimming in it.
Still, Gabriel seemed very happy to see her in it. Besides it smelled like laundry soap with a hint of Old Spice like what her Daddy wore. From last night Elle knew that Gabriel wore the same brand. Well…she had always had been a Daddy’s girl.
‘Where are we meeting Pete?’ Gabriel asked.
‘Hang on a second,’ she answered.
Flipping her phone open Elle asked, Gabriel and I are leaving. Is Pete up yet?
Yes, but I want to play with him first.
Shaking her head in disbelief Elle answered , STOP fucking him and come play in the snow with us!
Elle linked arms with Gabriel and started walking with him out the door. Her phone beeped with a message. As Gabriel locked the door, Elle checked Sarah’s latest text.
We’ll be down after we finish, in maybe 20 or 30 minutes…or you could bring Gabriel by and we could-
Elle stopped reading at that point. She muttered something about Sarah and Peter being in the quad in a few minutes. Then Elle grabbed Gabriel’s hand and started dragging him down the hall.
As they headed towards the elevator, Elle asked, ‘You like the snow right?’
Gabriel said, ‘Yeah,…but what are we doing?’
‘Oh,’ Elle stated, ‘We’re making snow angels.’
The elevator arrived. She led him inside. The door slid closed.
‘You like snow angels right?’ she asked sheepishly.
‘Only if there short, blonde and like comic books,’ he said.
Elle smiled. She pressed herself against his side. Gently she asked, ‘Are you flirting with me Gabriel?’
‘Maybe,’ he said before kissing the top of her head.
‘Keep it up and who knows what it might happen,’ she answered.
‘Oh, I have a good idea.’
Her elbow dug into his ribs. Gabriel doubled over a little in mock pain. His hand rubbed at the injured spot.
‘See if you ever get any,’ she teased.
With a mock pout he asked, ‘That hurt. Could you kiss it and make it better.’
Elle shook her head. The elevator door opened. She pulled him into the lobby.
‘I’ll kiss it latter,’ she told him. ‘Now, snow angels.’
Elle led Gabriel out into the falling snow. With the snow already on the ground and more falling, Elle thought the quad looked like something from a postcard or a snow globe. She smiled. From the look Gabriel looked at her, Elle knew she was finally going to be someone’s angel.