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Title: Girlfriend.
Characters: Gabriel/Eden.
Rating: R.
Word count: 1,931
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: AU. Eden is a callgirl in this fic and Gabriel her "client"
Note: There will be more at some point. This was going to be in 1st person but it didn't flow after the opening. Eden doesn't have an ability. Beginning inspired by an unposted story by sinemoras and John Fowles’ The Collector.
Parts: 1, 2
Present.
“Gabriel? Gabriel please!” Her voice shouts through the slates in the door and she digs her fingers into the scaly wood, listening for him. But there’s nothing, no more of his pleading, muffled voice, sounding so sincere and rational. But god he’s not. “Gabriel? This isn’t funny…open the fucking door!” She slaps her palms against the wood, thick sobs catching in her throat as the fear threatens to overwhelm. An intake of a wet breath drifts up from below and she falls to her knees in the dust, pressing her face up to the door. He’s still there, still there thank god. “You can’t do this to me Gabriel, can’t you see this is wrong?” She holds her breath as he still doesn’t answer. “…Don’t hurt me.” Voice reedy thin, weak and pleading like him.
“You said you loved me.” She hears his voice louder, like he’s pressing his lips to his side of the door and she presses her fingers to the source.
“I do love you, I do! God, please just let me out of here.” She just wants to tell him anything, everything he wants to hear.
“I’m sorry Sarah, I’m not doing this to hurt you, you know I’d never do that. But I can’t let you go. I love you to much.” Then the sound of his shuffling and sighing is heard as he gets to his feet and she looks up, as if she can see him rising.
“Don’t leave me!” The panic strangles her voice and the tears fall harder. “Please don’t leave me in here.”
His voice sounds further away but she can hear the choke in him. “I need to go away and think but I’ll come back. I’d never - never leave you in there for good. I’m going to fix everything” Then silence falls only to be shattered by the front door opening and closing before it settles truly.
Eden trembles behind his double mirrors.
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Gabriel, before.
A young looking twenty-four the woman on the other end of the line had said. Petit and dark. She even had a fitting name: Eden. Gabriel stands anxiously by his open front door, looking down at her as she looks up at him with a polite smile. She’s nothing like he expected, so much fresher and cleaner then what his mind had conjured up. Pale, like a china doll kept in a box that gets whiter as the years pass instead of yellow. Tiny, neck like a stem, so fragile looking that the thought of heavy hands on her immediately repulses him.
He eyebrows rise and her mouth thins, still smiling and Gabriel shakes himself. “Sorry, sorry, come in.” Her light frown clears as she steps into his kitchen and he closes the door with a quick furtive glance out. He watches her still and look around, fingers undoing her coat.
“Not many people have kitchens in their entrances.” She turns to him and he has an irrational feeling of relief when he sees she’s clothed under it. He stands, his body feeling supremely tall in such a small place with her and he clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah my whole apartment is kinda strange…” He grins, knowing that it was the wrong moment to do so a second later and settles his face still again. But she returns it, dimples appearing in each cheek and he feels the need to press a fingertip on the creases.
“It’s very…quaint.” She turns her face then, still smiling and points to the small hallway where two doors bookend it. “Through there?”
“Please.” He moves forward, trailing behind her as she steps into his living room, moving into the centre and the pleasure appearing on her face as she corkscrews around makes his stomach erupt with delight, like bright paint spreading through water.
“Oh wow, that’s a lot of books. Oh you even have a stepladder like they have in old libraries.” She moves to it, running her hand down the varnished wood.
“I collect rare books, as well as watches.” He watches her and the happiness she’s expressing puts him more at ease, like she wasn’t really one of those at all. But when she turns her face is more serious but her mouth stays the same.
“The agency told you that this is just a consultation, a way for you to talk to me and asses if I’m the girl you’re looking for?”
Gabriel nods, face reddening. “Yes, that what she said. I gave her details of what I wanted and - and well you’re here.” He says it softly, eyes trained on her face longer then normal.
“Not what you expected?” Her eyes narrow coyly, smirking. “Expecting some cokehead slut in a tinny skirt?”
The brashness of her language makes him flush but he nods, looking apologetic. “I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
She moves closer to him and he can smell her pleasant sent, juicy is the only way to describe it. Her dimples are back as she cocks her head up at him. “Well then lets get the formalities out of the way to put you at rest. This meeting will be $100 and then an extra $50 every hour if you want me to stay longer.”
He interrupts. “Oh no, an hour is plenty.”
She nods. “Ok then. So what exactly do you want me to do? I know you’re strictly paying for company.”
“Yes. Just - just your presence.” He feels the muscle under his left eye twitch.
“And to be affectionate?” Sweetly smiling, moving closer and he takes an unwitting step back.
“Yes.” The word croaks from him and he clears his throat. She reaches out for his hand and turns it so that the back of it faces up. She squeezes her hand into a fist and presses the roll of her fingers and palm against his skin, effectively stamping him.
“One Gabriel Gray tagged for the Girlfriend Experience!”
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She watches him through the doorway, making them tea in the kitchen as she sits in his armchair. She had met many men like him but he was one of the few that was under thirty. He was certainly one of the better looking but so generically ‘dork’ he almost appeared a one off. He comes back with her cup, carrying it like it’s made of shell and she takes it carefully.
“Thank you. So tell me more about the role you want me to play.” She was there to be his guest at a party, school reunion as it turns out. He sits down next to her, back curving and his shoulders hunch as his large hands cup his knees.
“Just - well just as my date.” He blushes at the word and she has to try hard not to laugh.
“Well if you want it to be convincing and with no holes then we have to think up a past. Where and when we met, where I work, when we fell in love. You know, things like that.” She takes a sip of her tea, watching him over the rim.
“I’d have to pretend. Like a role play…” He looks thoughtful, biting his lip as Eden swallows, nodding.
“Exactly. You’re paying for this so I want it to be perfect.” She winces internally as he looks away at the mention of money and mentally struck a line through mentioning it again. She leans forward, taking the invitation card from the small table between them. “I loved school, I never made it to my reunion…” She muses quietly, finger flicking the corner of it.
“I hated it.” She looks up as a harshness enters his voice. She frowns at him as he stares at a fixed point.
“Why are you going then?” She watches his eyes fix on her as he sighs, moving back in his seat.
“It’s so pathetic, you wouldn‘t wanna hear it.” He smiles weakly and Eden moves nearer, face soft.
“No, don’t say that. I’m here to listen, remember?” Her hand rests on his knee and he’s skinner then she first thought, jumpy as a colt.
He hesitates before answering. “It’s my - my mother that’s making me go. You see they sent the invite to her and she got excited, telling me to go even though I didn’t have a date. That’s when she suggested match making me up with some neighbour and well, I panicked. I told her I already had a date, just to stop her interfering… Not that she was being horrible, I know she was just trying to help.” He adds quickly, breathing heavier.
Ahh, momma’s boy. Norman Bates flashes through her mind unwontedly and she pushes it away as she smiles at him kindly. “I understand. Trust me you have nothing to worry about, you are not the first who has taken someone like me to events like that. It’s very common place.”
“Yeah?” He begins to lighten up and she can’t help think he really is cute.
“Yeah, a good time for everyone…” She takes another drink from her tea cup as he looks at his watch, hiding his face. “Time almost up?”
“Almost” He looks back up, just a hint of disappointment thinning his lips. “I, erm - I’m happy with you, I’d like you to go with me.”
Eden smiles “That’s great. So the reunion is on Saturday? Three days.” She leans over the arm rest for her bag, digging out her personal organiser. “Well I’m obviously free for then…” She slips a pencil out and flips it open to the date, crossing it off.
“Are you free tomorrow?” He says it fast, forcing it out. Eden looks back up, eyebrows raised.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m not. I will be the next day. Would you like me to come over?”
He sits up straighter, eyes fixed on the book on her lap. “Actually I was thinking about shopping.” His eyes flick up to her. “For clothes. I’ll buy you a dress if you need one.”
“Well I have dresses but we can go out if you wish? Talk over coffee about our past.” She nods at him as she stands, bringing her bag up with her. He rises to and again she surprised by his height. He shoves his hands into his pockets as she remains still, giving him a significant look. She hopes.
His thick eyebrows rise and he brings his hands back out with a flourish. “Oh sorry, right I forgot.” He digs a hand back into his pocket and brings out his wallet, extracting the money which she takes with a smile as his mouth twists slightly. He steps back from her, never to near and Eden moves forward, offering her hand which he takes, visibly relieved.
“If kissing is something that you would prefer not to have then you’ll need to tell me.” Her fingers rub the notes together and he catches her meaning.
“I know that will have to happen…” He looks apprehensive, biting his bottom lip before he leans down and bumps his lips against her cheek, more forceful then he intended for he steps back with hasty apology. She smiles kindly at him, squeezing his hand before letting go and moving back. Leaving.
“Try not to be so nervous, I’m your lover remember?”
“I’ll try.” Shaky, excited voice is what she hears but his face flushes at her words with a feral sensuality and she’s still perplexed by it when she reaches her car.
Characters: Gabriel/Eden.
Rating: R.
Word count: 1,931
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: AU. Eden is a callgirl in this fic and Gabriel her "client"
Note: There will be more at some point. This was going to be in 1st person but it didn't flow after the opening. Eden doesn't have an ability. Beginning inspired by an unposted story by sinemoras and John Fowles’ The Collector.
Parts: 1, 2
Present.
“Gabriel? Gabriel please!” Her voice shouts through the slates in the door and she digs her fingers into the scaly wood, listening for him. But there’s nothing, no more of his pleading, muffled voice, sounding so sincere and rational. But god he’s not. “Gabriel? This isn’t funny…open the fucking door!” She slaps her palms against the wood, thick sobs catching in her throat as the fear threatens to overwhelm. An intake of a wet breath drifts up from below and she falls to her knees in the dust, pressing her face up to the door. He’s still there, still there thank god. “You can’t do this to me Gabriel, can’t you see this is wrong?” She holds her breath as he still doesn’t answer. “…Don’t hurt me.” Voice reedy thin, weak and pleading like him.
“You said you loved me.” She hears his voice louder, like he’s pressing his lips to his side of the door and she presses her fingers to the source.
“I do love you, I do! God, please just let me out of here.” She just wants to tell him anything, everything he wants to hear.
“I’m sorry Sarah, I’m not doing this to hurt you, you know I’d never do that. But I can’t let you go. I love you to much.” Then the sound of his shuffling and sighing is heard as he gets to his feet and she looks up, as if she can see him rising.
“Don’t leave me!” The panic strangles her voice and the tears fall harder. “Please don’t leave me in here.”
His voice sounds further away but she can hear the choke in him. “I need to go away and think but I’ll come back. I’d never - never leave you in there for good. I’m going to fix everything” Then silence falls only to be shattered by the front door opening and closing before it settles truly.
Eden trembles behind his double mirrors.
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Gabriel, before.
A young looking twenty-four the woman on the other end of the line had said. Petit and dark. She even had a fitting name: Eden. Gabriel stands anxiously by his open front door, looking down at her as she looks up at him with a polite smile. She’s nothing like he expected, so much fresher and cleaner then what his mind had conjured up. Pale, like a china doll kept in a box that gets whiter as the years pass instead of yellow. Tiny, neck like a stem, so fragile looking that the thought of heavy hands on her immediately repulses him.
He eyebrows rise and her mouth thins, still smiling and Gabriel shakes himself. “Sorry, sorry, come in.” Her light frown clears as she steps into his kitchen and he closes the door with a quick furtive glance out. He watches her still and look around, fingers undoing her coat.
“Not many people have kitchens in their entrances.” She turns to him and he has an irrational feeling of relief when he sees she’s clothed under it. He stands, his body feeling supremely tall in such a small place with her and he clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah my whole apartment is kinda strange…” He grins, knowing that it was the wrong moment to do so a second later and settles his face still again. But she returns it, dimples appearing in each cheek and he feels the need to press a fingertip on the creases.
“It’s very…quaint.” She turns her face then, still smiling and points to the small hallway where two doors bookend it. “Through there?”
“Please.” He moves forward, trailing behind her as she steps into his living room, moving into the centre and the pleasure appearing on her face as she corkscrews around makes his stomach erupt with delight, like bright paint spreading through water.
“Oh wow, that’s a lot of books. Oh you even have a stepladder like they have in old libraries.” She moves to it, running her hand down the varnished wood.
“I collect rare books, as well as watches.” He watches her and the happiness she’s expressing puts him more at ease, like she wasn’t really one of those at all. But when she turns her face is more serious but her mouth stays the same.
“The agency told you that this is just a consultation, a way for you to talk to me and asses if I’m the girl you’re looking for?”
Gabriel nods, face reddening. “Yes, that what she said. I gave her details of what I wanted and - and well you’re here.” He says it softly, eyes trained on her face longer then normal.
“Not what you expected?” Her eyes narrow coyly, smirking. “Expecting some cokehead slut in a tinny skirt?”
The brashness of her language makes him flush but he nods, looking apologetic. “I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
She moves closer to him and he can smell her pleasant sent, juicy is the only way to describe it. Her dimples are back as she cocks her head up at him. “Well then lets get the formalities out of the way to put you at rest. This meeting will be $100 and then an extra $50 every hour if you want me to stay longer.”
He interrupts. “Oh no, an hour is plenty.”
She nods. “Ok then. So what exactly do you want me to do? I know you’re strictly paying for company.”
“Yes. Just - just your presence.” He feels the muscle under his left eye twitch.
“And to be affectionate?” Sweetly smiling, moving closer and he takes an unwitting step back.
“Yes.” The word croaks from him and he clears his throat. She reaches out for his hand and turns it so that the back of it faces up. She squeezes her hand into a fist and presses the roll of her fingers and palm against his skin, effectively stamping him.
“One Gabriel Gray tagged for the Girlfriend Experience!”
**************************
She watches him through the doorway, making them tea in the kitchen as she sits in his armchair. She had met many men like him but he was one of the few that was under thirty. He was certainly one of the better looking but so generically ‘dork’ he almost appeared a one off. He comes back with her cup, carrying it like it’s made of shell and she takes it carefully.
“Thank you. So tell me more about the role you want me to play.” She was there to be his guest at a party, school reunion as it turns out. He sits down next to her, back curving and his shoulders hunch as his large hands cup his knees.
“Just - well just as my date.” He blushes at the word and she has to try hard not to laugh.
“Well if you want it to be convincing and with no holes then we have to think up a past. Where and when we met, where I work, when we fell in love. You know, things like that.” She takes a sip of her tea, watching him over the rim.
“I’d have to pretend. Like a role play…” He looks thoughtful, biting his lip as Eden swallows, nodding.
“Exactly. You’re paying for this so I want it to be perfect.” She winces internally as he looks away at the mention of money and mentally struck a line through mentioning it again. She leans forward, taking the invitation card from the small table between them. “I loved school, I never made it to my reunion…” She muses quietly, finger flicking the corner of it.
“I hated it.” She looks up as a harshness enters his voice. She frowns at him as he stares at a fixed point.
“Why are you going then?” She watches his eyes fix on her as he sighs, moving back in his seat.
“It’s so pathetic, you wouldn‘t wanna hear it.” He smiles weakly and Eden moves nearer, face soft.
“No, don’t say that. I’m here to listen, remember?” Her hand rests on his knee and he’s skinner then she first thought, jumpy as a colt.
He hesitates before answering. “It’s my - my mother that’s making me go. You see they sent the invite to her and she got excited, telling me to go even though I didn’t have a date. That’s when she suggested match making me up with some neighbour and well, I panicked. I told her I already had a date, just to stop her interfering… Not that she was being horrible, I know she was just trying to help.” He adds quickly, breathing heavier.
Ahh, momma’s boy. Norman Bates flashes through her mind unwontedly and she pushes it away as she smiles at him kindly. “I understand. Trust me you have nothing to worry about, you are not the first who has taken someone like me to events like that. It’s very common place.”
“Yeah?” He begins to lighten up and she can’t help think he really is cute.
“Yeah, a good time for everyone…” She takes another drink from her tea cup as he looks at his watch, hiding his face. “Time almost up?”
“Almost” He looks back up, just a hint of disappointment thinning his lips. “I, erm - I’m happy with you, I’d like you to go with me.”
Eden smiles “That’s great. So the reunion is on Saturday? Three days.” She leans over the arm rest for her bag, digging out her personal organiser. “Well I’m obviously free for then…” She slips a pencil out and flips it open to the date, crossing it off.
“Are you free tomorrow?” He says it fast, forcing it out. Eden looks back up, eyebrows raised.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m not. I will be the next day. Would you like me to come over?”
He sits up straighter, eyes fixed on the book on her lap. “Actually I was thinking about shopping.” His eyes flick up to her. “For clothes. I’ll buy you a dress if you need one.”
“Well I have dresses but we can go out if you wish? Talk over coffee about our past.” She nods at him as she stands, bringing her bag up with her. He rises to and again she surprised by his height. He shoves his hands into his pockets as she remains still, giving him a significant look. She hopes.
His thick eyebrows rise and he brings his hands back out with a flourish. “Oh sorry, right I forgot.” He digs a hand back into his pocket and brings out his wallet, extracting the money which she takes with a smile as his mouth twists slightly. He steps back from her, never to near and Eden moves forward, offering her hand which he takes, visibly relieved.
“If kissing is something that you would prefer not to have then you’ll need to tell me.” Her fingers rub the notes together and he catches her meaning.
“I know that will have to happen…” He looks apprehensive, biting his bottom lip before he leans down and bumps his lips against her cheek, more forceful then he intended for he steps back with hasty apology. She smiles kindly at him, squeezing his hand before letting go and moving back. Leaving.
“Try not to be so nervous, I’m your lover remember?”
“I’ll try.” Shaky, excited voice is what she hears but his face flushes at her words with a feral sensuality and she’s still perplexed by it when she reaches her car.