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[justgabriel]

Gabriel reluctantly got out of bed, making his way over to his closet. He pulled out a suit and began to change into it. Paris was gone now and they were left with the reality of the cold cell room. Definitely a disappointment. He would have liked to spend all day in bed with her (at least the second time had gone better for both of them) but they

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[electrocutesy]

Elle was a little bit lazier about getting up, and she spread out on the bed with a tired yawn and a big stretch, wanting to ignore his question. She didn't want to go anywhere, even if Candice's body was still at the foot of the bed. It wasn't the first time Elle had killed someone, and she usually got a slap on the wrist if it was someone unimportant. (Candice was unimportant, at least to her.)

Eventually, she curled into herself and fell to one side, hugging one of Gabriel's pillows to her chest. "More sex?" she suggested with a little smirk. The second time had been better, so Elle assumed the third would be, too. Or a nap. She could nap.

[justgabriel]

"We agreed to stop for now, remember?" He teased. He bent down and picked up her clothes from the ground, playfully tossing them ontop of her. "So get dressed." He really wasn't in the mood to get lectured by Angela for skipping his training or whatever. He was in too good of a mood to deal with something like that.

[electrocutesy]

A soft whine left her, and she held the pillow tighter. They had agreed, but that didn't stop Elle from pouting about it, even if it was with a smile. She wasn't really worried about Angela, and she didn't really understand why Gabriel was. Elle would go out of her way to annoy her, really.

And besides, they weren't technically skipping training. No one had taught her how to train him, anyway.

"I don't even know how to train you anyway," she muttered rebelliously, craning her neck for her panties. She didn't quite know where they were.

[justgabriel]

It was hard to explain, but Angela's approval was important to him. Almost like she was his mother or something. She wasn't, he knew that, but she had practically taken him in like one. She had been the one to rescue him and help nurse him back to health after the accident. That counted for something, right?

"I'm sure you'll figure something else for us to do," He smiled as he finished adjusting his tie. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, styling it so he didn't look like he had just been rolling around in bed for a few hours.

[electrocutesy]

She was laying on her underwear of course, and she pulled it out from under her with a sigh, wriggling onto her back and lifting her legs to slide them up to her thighs. How did he just get ready so fast?

"You're right," she said slyly, snapping the elastic band around her hips. "I have a determined, one-track mind." She reached for her jeans, smirking at his reflection. He still looked like he'd been ravished; she liked it that way. Elle couldn't imagine what she looked like.

[justgabriel]

"Is that so?" He asked with another grin and a raised brow before looking back at his reflection. His fingers weren't cutting it so he grabbed his comb from out of one of his drawers to try to more properly tame it.

[electrocutesy]

"Uh huh," she quipped, wriggling her jeans over her hips. She grinned, wide and suggestive, and jumped up off the bed, careful to avoid both Candice and her parts, and the glass. The last thing she wanted was another cut.

Her hand scooped up her top, and she skipped over to wrap her arms around his middle, her cheek against his shoulder. "I don't think a comb will help much either," she teased.

[justgabriel]

"It's helping a little bit," He protested as he tilted his head to look back at her, finishing up combing his hair.

[electrocutesy]

"I'll just mess it up later anyway," she teased, letting him go to pull on her camisole.

[justgabriel]

He laughed a little. "Probably," He murmured with a smile. He made his way to stand behind her, beginning to run the comb through her hair now.

[electrocutesy]

Elle blushed a little, a bit surprised by her glowing reflection. She did look awful--her make-up all but wiped off, her golden hair in disarray. Her clothes were wrinkled, but her cheeks were pink and her eyes were bright as he started to smooth out her hair. It was cute, she guessed. It felt nice, how his fingers and the tongs tickled her scalp, carefully working through the knots.

"I guess I could take you on a tour or something," she smirked, gazing at him through the mirror.

[justgabriel]

He liked touching her hair, he liked having an excuse to do so, really. It was soft, and pretty and silky smooth. It even smelled nice. He carefully ran the comb through it, smoothing it out a little. "A tour would be nice." He really hadn't seen much of the place yet. He paused for a moment as he thought of something.

"You wouldn't know where they get that blood that heals people, do you?"

[electrocutesy]

Elle smirked at his question, quite self-importantly. In retrospect, it was surprising he hadn't asked before. "Oh that?" she quipped. "That's from Adam. He was my first kiss, you know."

That last part wasn't exactly planned. Rather, it had just sort of came out.

[justgabriel]

His hold on her hair tightened just a little at that last part. He wasn't sure why, but it annoyed him. A lot. But finally, he cleared his throat before asking. "Can you take me to him?"

That was a power Gabriel had to have. It could have a million uses. It might even help to fix his memories.

[electrocutesy]

"Ow. Careful," she complained, reaching back to shove him a little. Maybe it hadn't hurt at all, and maybe she liked the dark jealousy that had crossed his expression, and the gruffness in his voice when he finally responded.

He did like her. A lot.

"Maybe," she said, playing hard to get. "If you're real nice to me."

[justgabriel]

"I am real nice to you," He murmured softly, loosening her grip. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against her neck. He couldn't help but feel possesive over her.

She was his after all.