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[specialmonster]

They got together on most of Elle's nights off now, usually at her apartment. They had tried going out for dinner once, but it had ended up being more awkward than anything else, really. Talking to one another still wasn't their strong point. At least if they were at her apartment, they could give up on the pretenses of dinner and conversation more

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[electrocutesy]

The bites were a bitch. She should have more complaints about this... whatever this was between them, but that was her only one. And his continued awkwardness. The way he stared at her sometimes, with feelings. The way he clammed up when she asked a dumb question. For all intents and purposes, Gabriel Gray was the most frustrating, annoying asshole she had ever met.

And she... liked him. Just like she'd liked every other asshole. Well, maybe not just like. Because he was... good to her, despite being a grade A weirdo. Ever since that night they'd gotten too drunk for their own good, his voice scared and vulnerable as he whispered his fears, they'd fallen into this routine. Of being together. He hadn't made her do anything she didn't want to do. Hadn't insulted her. Laid a hand on her. He didn't have a drug problem or any problems at all, from what she could tell. He was secretive, and she knew there was something awful he wasn't saying, but she didn't pry. No reason to give him a reason to pry into her deep secrets too, right

[specialmonster]

He couldn't help with the awkwardness, he had kept himself away from other people, from real interaction for so long that he had almost forgotten how to do it properly. More than almost. But he was trying to keep himself in check, trying not to scare her off. But there were times where he slipped up. Sometimes he drank too much and would stare at her too long, not at all masking the deep, dark desire in his eyes. He knew he should stop doing things like biting her, marking her, claiming her, even if she hadn't told him not to. Seeing those bruises on her neck calmed him a way he couldn't quite explain, like reassuring to himself that she was his. No matter who she undressed for, what she did at work, she was his, no one else's

[electrocutesy]

"C'mere," she whispered, and reached to curl her fingers into the lapel of his familiar, worn jacket. It was easy for Elle to pull herself against him, her petite figure scooting to avoid the pizza box and her head tipping back and her eyes falling closed to give him a lingering kiss.

She hated it a little that she waited to do that all day now. That even as she caked cover-up on her marred neck and glared at the other girls that gave her knowing looks and snickers, even as she danced for other men of the sloppingly drunk, disgusting variety, and even as her regular customers smiles dropped if they noticed Gabriel's stupid bite marks and shattered their goddamn illusions, this was what she wanted to do at the end of the day.

Kiss her lover.

[specialmonster]

He was more than happy to lean in, returning the lingering kiss, deepening it as he brushed his tongue against her lips.

If he admitted it, he had been waiting for it all day too. As he focused on a particularly old pocket watch, trying to get it to run perfectly once again, all he could think of was her. Her lips, her soft body pressed against him, even the smell of her perfume.

It was like she had infected his mind.