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[fixeswatches]

The rest of the week was testy between them, to say the very least. The next day Elle had walked right by his locker, not even stopping to look at him as she dropped his jacket on the floor at his feet. When he picked it up and pulled it on, it smelled more like her than he expected. He made sure to wash it as soon as he got home. He didn’t need to be reminded of her presence.

But her presence is difficult to avoid, he found. Since the popular table was no longer accepting Elle, she had started sitting at his table. He didn’t know why she kept sitting there when she didn’t even bother talking to him, not even once. Instead, she just sat at the other end, just at the right angle so he could see her past whatever book he was reading at the time (this week’s choices were Fahrenheit 451 and 1984). Not that he ever looked up from his book just to look at her. Not that he noticed how she dressed each day or the way she styled her hair. He had no reason to notice such things.

Still, he kind of missed their arguments. It was nice to have someone who could keep up with him. But he was stubborn. He didn’t want to be the first to break the silence between them. So he continued to wait for her to do it first. But it turned out that she was just as stubborn as he was about these things. Maybe even more so, actually.

But today the silence would be broken. After his AP U.S. History class he was pulled aside, asked if he could tutor someone in one of the regular History classes who was struggling. Elle Bishop. Before he could even give it much thought, he said yes.

Which is why he was now standing in front of her home, knocking on the door. They had arranged for him to come to her place to tutor her, because there was no way in hell he was bringing her to his home. Virginia would probably flip out if he brought a girl home without warning, even if it was just for tutoring. It was much easier this way, especially since Elle’s father worked so late.

He wasn’t at all excited about the idea of being in a en empty home with her. Not at all. What gave you that idea?

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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She studied him closely, and knew. He was looking at the book way too closely. With wicked purpose, she stretch a little with a small mewling yawn and turned on her side towards him. "Did you ever wonder what it's like to own a slave?" she asked conversationally, rubbing her calf up and down with the side of her foot. "Daddy won't even let me have a puppy after the first one." That she killed. But that had been an accident. She was young and still not in control of her powers, it bit her, and zap. Oops.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He raised a confused brow at her question now. He was definitely just paying attention to her words. "No, I can't say that I've ever wondered that." It was a little warm in the room, or maybe it was just him. Either way, he set the book down, unbuttong his long sleeved shirt in order to roll the sleaves up to his elbows. Then he continued. "My mother let me have a puppy either. She said they were dirty, disgusting things." Even though his mom could probably use the Company.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She pouted. "They're so cute, with their little ears." She sighed and stroked her collarbone with light fingers. "I want a puppy." She stilled her foot and flicked her eyes up to his, biting her lip.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

If Gabriel was a lesser man, he might think she was really enticing looking that way. Good thing he was not. He wasn't at all attracted to the way she was acting. "What are you looking at me for?" He asked, raising a brow. "I'm not going to get you one."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Did I ask you for one?" she said snappishly, tracing her fingers up and down her neck now, circling back along the delicate ridge of her collarbone.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"Just making myself clear," He shot back. He was not occasionally glancing down to watch the movement of her fingers. One would have to find her attractive to do something like that.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She watched the distraction of his eyes, her heart thudding against her ribcage. Purposely, she licked her lips, slowly running her tongue along the top pillow of pink and then tucking it over the bottom, looking at him with dark expectancy for a short, silent pause. "Well, are you going to teach me anything or not?" she asked, her voice deliberately softer, but not lacking in attitude.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He cleared his throat, nodding his head as he turned back to the material in the text book. "Of course," He said, before going back to telling her about the different causes of the Civil War.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She didn't bother to hide her pleased smile as he looked back down to the textbook--but straightened her lips into an innocent line a moment afterward. She shifted a little more to get comfortable, twirling her silky hair and listening complacently. It was boring, of course, and she might have been distracted by certain thoughts that had heat crawling up her neck and pooling in her cheeks. They weren't about him at all, or how he was almost attractive when he wasn't saying anything that made her so angry she wanted to gut him.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He was focusing on the school material, carefully going on the details for her. He certainly wasn't think about how pretty she was when she wasn't throwing a fit or being obnoxious. Or the fact that he was sitting next to her, on her bed. That didn't mean anything at all.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked, pausing from his lecture.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She flushed guiltily at the sudden question, jarred out of the thoughts she wasn't having. "Uhm," she said, and then picked up the textbook, opening it to the right chapter and holding it in front of her face to hide her stupid blush.

It was impossible to have questions if she hadn't been paying attention in the first place. Her eyes skimmed the words frantically, and she swallowed thickly. Gibberish. Pure gibberish. "So did it ever become about morals or whatever?" she ventured.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"Well, morals was the reason most people publically used for the war. And there were alot of people who genuinely believed slavery was wrong, so yes," He explained with a nod. He could see a slight blush on her cheeks and it confused him. Why was she blushing?

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out a deep breath and swallowed thickly, fiddling through the pages aimlessly, still hiding behind the book. Playing with him had clearly backfired in some really weird awkward strange something; she didn't want to think about it. She so wasn't going to think about it. Or him. Or anything.

Clearly she'd snapped or something. She totally hadn't intentionally thought of any of those things. She totally hated him.

"Okay, I get it," she said quickly, stiffly.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"Good," He swallowed a little thickly. That desire to kiss or touch her, it was silly, and he wasn't going to give in. They hated one another, and that was just the way things were.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She closed her eyes for a moment and drew in a steadying breath. She was being stupid. Ridiculous. So what if for like five seconds she'd imagine kissing him again. In her bed. His weight pressing down on her.

Her skin hummed and she determinedly pushed the book to the side, sitting up and reaching for her notes, practically jumping out of her skin when her fingers brushed his knee. She grabbed the papers anyway and pretended like it didn't happen.

Maybe they needed to argue. She should argue with him. It would remind her how much she hated him. You just don't think those sorts of things about someone you hate, she thought inwardly, nearly hysterical.

"Does your mom dress you or something?" she blurted out, trying to sound confrontational, trying to smooth the out the tremble in her voice.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He felt his body stiffen a little as her fingers brush against him. It left a warm, tingly feeling that he just didn't understand. He was supposed to hate her. He definitely was not supposed to want her the way he did.

Not that he wanted her.

But she snapped him out of his thoughts, causing him to raise a brow at her question. That had certainly come out of nowhere. "She buys clothing for me sometimes, yes. Why?" He felt no shame in this fact. He liked his clothes, and his mother buying it for saved him the hassle of having to go shopping for clothes.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Because you look like your aspiration in life is to be eighty-year-old man," she quipped nastily, nearing tearing her notes as she turned the pages to distract herself. She wasn't thinking about how warm he had felt, or just what he'd feel like on top of her, and she certainly wasn't imagining crawling over to him and pressing her mouth on that stupid bottom curve of his lip.

Not at all.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"I do not look like an eighty year old man," He shot in annoyance as he pulled off his glasses to clean them with the edge of his sweater vest. He certainly wasn't taking them off so it would be harder to see her, and easier to resist the temptation to do something stupid.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her cheeks burned as he pulled off his glasses to clean them, and he didn't look any more or less whatever with or without them on. He wasn't attractive. He wasn't even cute. She sat back on her heels and dropped the book to the sheets with a slap, clutching at the bottom hem of her dress so she didn't touch him and for once unintentionally hiking it up.

"You sure act like one," she sniped back.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He slid his glasses on just in time to see her hike up her dress, again. He watched for a moment, and before he could second think himself he was scooting closer to her. He reached out and cupped her chin, whispering softly. "Is this how an old man would act?" And then he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.

He didn't know why he was doing it. He hated her. And yet it felt so nice.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She didn't know why she didn't pull away, or push him away, or even jump off the bed, call him a disgusting pervert or something, and throw him out of her house.

She certainly didn't know why her breath stopped and her eyes centered in on his parted lips before they fit against hers, or why her face tilted up with his hand obediently.

She blamed it on shock. Of course it was the shock.

But she supposed she couldn't blame how her body rushed with a static current on the shock, or explain why her hands immediately came up to slide into the hair behind his ears, or her hot little mewl, or the fact she laid back and pulled him down on top of her, arcing into him fluidly.

She definitely couldn't explain that, or what possess her to lick his upper lip softly with a small excited whimper.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He groaned out as she pulled him down on top of her. He certainly was excited to be with her like this, on her bed of all places. And it didn't mean anything when he parted his lips, brushing his tongue against hers. The way his hands settled at her hips was just coincidence. He wasn't enthralled by the way she felt so warm, soft, and inviting underneath him.

He couldn't explain why he was still kissing her if it didn't mean anything, but he was.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest, and she gasped softly their tongues touched, scratching lightly through his hair with slow caressing fingers. He was so warm and soft, and her eyes slipped half open; she shifted and kissed his bottom lip just like she'd wanted to, pulling away with a slight, natural suction.

She let out a ragged breath and slide her tongue into his mouth again, moving slightly under him, shuddering warmly from his weight.

She didn't know why he felt so good.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He gasped as she moved beneath him, his tongue clashing with her. This wasn't like the kiss before, not exactly. It wasn't quite so raw, there was something else behind it, but he couldn't quite place it. He didn't even want to try. His hands slid up her body, tangling themselves in golden waves. She felt almost unbearably nice. He didn't want to stop.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She moved her hips gently into him at his roaming hands, thoughtlessly wrapping a leg around his. She slid her tongue over his, kissing his lips, her entire body flushing so hot. She wanted his lips everywhere, and she didn't want to think about what that meant, what any of it meant. She pulled back a little, brushing her fingers against the side of her neck. "Here," she asked breathlessly. She was so absorbed in the moment, in him, that she didn't hear the door open and close down the stairs.