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Gabriel was sitting in the chair in the bathroom, waiting for Elle. After all, she had promised to cut his hair for him. It really was getting long, even for his taste. Now when he tried to slick it back, it gave him a sort of douchebag look. Not appealing, really.

Finally, he heard the door slam, letting him know Elle was back. "Did you find someplace that sold the supplies you needed?" He called out in a curious fashion.

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Her fingers curled against the wall and her vision blurred; she pulled in an audible breath and then let out a strained whimper that couldn't be ignored. He was absolutely evil, and her jaw dropped open on a silent moan. She heard a rustle of clothing and a stark silence, and then Gabriel's cock hit that damned spot again, quick and deep, over and over, and her hips jerked. She cried out, her pussy spasming around him over and over, moaning over and over with each clench.

He groaned out in pleasure as she came around him, her walls squeezing him until he hit his climax as well. He thrusted into her, riding it out until completion, finding himself completely unaware of his surroundings, other than Elle.

She bent over, collapsing against the stall on weak knees, whimpering as his cock slid in and out of her sensitive channel. Her eyes slipped closed, and she hummed out a soft moaning "oh," when he came, spilling inside of her. She loved how that felt, and she was too wrapped up in him to remember or care someone else was in the room.

He finally stopped moving as his climax began to subside. He panted softly, smiling up at her as he brought a shaky hand up to brush away some of her hair. It was really exhilarating when they did things like this, he hadn't even noticed that the third person in the restroom hadn't left yet.

She laughed softly and let him slip out of her, turning into his arms and glowing, pressing her lips to his chin, his jaw, his lips, tugging her dress down and reaching back to open the door. They'd lingered long enough.

She turned a little, and that was when she saw Max's flushed face, standing in front of one of the sinks, gaping at them.

She smiled vacantly at him, crawling with a yucky shiver at the thought he'd probably witnessed all of that. "Oh hi, Max," she drawled, looking back to Gabriel for his reaction. She doubted it would be fortunate. For Max.

Gabriel was busy tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants so he didn't notice Max until Elle spoke, causing him to lift his head, his eyes narrowing a little.

He wrapped an arm around Elle's waist, pulling her close to him now. "You weren't listening to us the whole time, were you?" He asked in a dangerous tone.

Elle leaned against him, shivering for a different reason at Gabriel's dark tone.

"I was just..." Max said, growing redder, and gesturing to the sink. "I had to take a piss, and then..."

And then stayed to listen, the pervert. Elle rose an unamused eyebrow and lifted her head to watch Gabriel's expression. After all, she'd taken care of the red-headed skank. It was only fair Gabriel had his turn.

"And you just stayed to listen?" He hissed. "What? Did you picture you were the one fucking her?" Gabriel scoffed with a confident smirk. "As if Elle would ever go with someone as pathetic as you."

"No, man, no," Max appeased frantically, lifting his hands up in surrender. Even though he'd obviously stayed to listen. "She was the one letting me buy her drinks; I didn't know she taken."

Elle pouted angrily, pressing up against Gabriel and nuzzling into his neck, as if reaffirming the fact she was his.

"She was only doing it to make me jealous. You were nothing but a toy to her," He sneered, keeping his tight, posessive hold over Elle. "But clearly, you wanted more, if you stayed here to listen." He laughed a little cruely. "Or did you imagine me fucking you? Cause ask Elle, I'm not so into that sort of thing."

"No! What--what the fuck?" Max sputtered out. "She's hot, I was just," he said, and then stopped, obviously knowing not to go there.

"You're a little into that sort of thing," Elle whispered, pleased by Max's growing apprehension. She at Gabriel's jaw with a giggle.

Max inched towards the door, obviously freaked out. "I'm just going to go."

Gabriel just laughed evilly as he watched the pathetic man dash out of the bathroom.

"Was it something I said?" He asked in a feigned innocent voice as he turned back to Elle with a smirk.

She beamed up at him with a grin, smoothing down his collar and buttoning up his shirt. "I think it was everything you said," she cooed softly

His smirk widened a little more as he leaned down to press a kiss against her lips. "Good."

She hummed and pushed up a little to return the kiss, nipping at his lower lip as she pulled away. Her eyes roamed over his face, his hair, his shirt, and her grin turned wicked; she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You look so sexy," she murmured.

"Is that your way of asking me to dress like this more often?" He asked witha tilt of his head, wrapping his arm around her waist.

She laughed softly, biting playfully at his neck with a growl, rubbing into him. "Only so I can undress you," she whispered.

"That can be arranged," he gasped softly at the feel of her teeth in his neck. "I think it might be time to go back to our room, what do you think?"

"I think so," she agreed breathlessly, her hands roaming his arms and chest. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes with a message that couldn't be misconstrued, nibbling at her bottom lip.

He grinned, leaning in to kiss her before leading her out of the bathroom now.

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