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It was pretty late at night by the time they finally reached the Canadian border. As he drove closer to the border he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. They'd only ask a few questions, right? It wasn't likely that they would have pictures of them or anything, any way of knowing that they were trying to run from the law, right?

Right.

He was worrying over nothing, he was pretty sure of it. So far, everything had been going well. Sure, it had taken them a little longer than expected to get here, mostly because they kept stopping to fool around and the like, but they had managed to get here, new car and all. Once they got through they could find a place to stay for the night and figure out the rest in the morning, right?

Right.

Still, one of his hands left the wheel and searched for her hand, fingers intertwining with one another. Being able to hold her hand was a comfort, at the very least.

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She didn't want to wait this time, and she panted, whining softly and shuddering beneath him until he finally entered her. She'd never been so relieved to have him slide into her, and Elle moaned harshly into his kiss, looking up at him hazily, pleadingly as she writhed up into him.

He was rather relieved to finally be inside her as well. Pleasuring her like that had only made his own arousal throb with need. He sucked and nipped at her lower lip as he began to move within her, working up to a steady pace.

Elle gasped for air against his biting, sucking mouth, hooking her legs high around his waist. She whimpered, softly, as she took his thrusts even deeper, her hips rocking insistently with his, her nails digging into his arms.

He gripped her thighs tightly, pulling her in closer to him as he thrusted and moved against her in time. He groaned against her mouth, wanting more and more.

She gasped, sucking hard on his bottom lip at his bruising hands, biting down and suckling in brutal encouragement.

He gasped in pain as she bit down on his lip, pounding into her harder now.

A sharp cry tore from her, and she felt her walls flutter tighter around him. She clutched at him, gasping at each overwhelming stroke, her whimpering mouth dragging to press into his warm neck. "Yes," she whispered in a strained voice. "Fuck me."

"Do you like that?" He asked in a low tone, his body shuddering as he thrusted into her hard and fast. "Do you like it when it's rough like this?"

"Yes," she moaned desperately, her teeth scraping and teasing his pulse. Her legs were starting to shake and her nails were digging deeper into his skin, and the low rumble of his voice was pushing her even closer to the edge. "I want more."

His fingers dug into her thighs, bruising the skin as he pushed into her deeper now. He was so close himself, he doubted he could hold back much longer. "Come for me."

She whimpered harshly, breaking the skin of his back and clenching her eyes closed, shuddering hard as her body jerked beneath him after a few maddening, rough thrusts. She sobbed, gasped his name into his neck, and throbbed around him, unable to ignore his order, not now.

He moaned as she clenched around him, her own climax spurring his own. He tilted his head back, crying out her name as the white flash of pleasure overwhelmed him, his seed spilling inside of her.

She gasped for breath as he came and then slumped over her, leaving the welts on his back to thread her fingers into his hair. With a sigh, she nipped his scabbed neck lazily, rocking up against him. "So much for those showers," she smiled.

"Guess we should have waited before taking them," He laughed softly, pulling her closer to him now. Still, he had no regrets.

What was there to regret? Elle snuggled up to him with a content sigh and a smile, fitting her nose into the crook of his neck. "I wouldn't have touched you when you were that smelly," she teased.

"You weren't exactly smelling fresh as roses yourself," He teased back, cuddling close to her. He knew they had so much to decide, like where to go and things they needed to do like pick up new clothes, but it was too comfortable just lying with him like this.

"I wouldn't have let you touch me when I was that smelly either," she smiled, pouting and nuzzling with a soft moan into his pulse.

"In case it would tarnish my image of you?" He asked playfully, running his fingers through her long blond hair.

"Yes," she chirped, her eyes softening under his brushing fingers. "You have to always believe my hair is done and I never skip a shower," she murmured. Even if she was kidding, it was sort of true--Elle liked looking good in general, and especially for Gabriel. Wasn't it only a few weeks ago she'd practically worn negligee to a tutoring session?

"You do realize I've seen what you look like when you first wake up, right?" He asked, raising a brow curiously at her. He didn't care how much or how little she put into her appearance though, she was always beautiful to him.

"Nope," she denied, sticking her nose up and shaking her head. He totally had not, even if he had.

"Yes, I have," He insisted, pressing a playful kiss against the tip of her nose. "I've seen you groggy eyed with bed hair, and it's absolutely adorable."

She blushed a warm pink and scrunched her nose under his lips with a soft giggle. She doubted it was adorable though, even if the words fluttered butterflies in her stomach. "Well, I've seen you drooling and snoring," she murmured, shifting and pressing closer.

It was his turn to turn his nose up a little indignantly now. "I do not snore" He countered stubbornly. At least, he was pretty sure he didn't. He supposed she would know better than he would.

"You do to," she corrected him, grinning up at his indignation, reaching to zap his chin playfully. "Like a little bear with a little puddle of saliva."