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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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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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