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Elle was a little bit lazier about getting up, and she spread out on the bed with a tired yawn and a big stretch, wanting to ignore his question. She didn't want to go anywhere, even if Candice's body was still at the foot of the bed. It wasn't the first time Elle had killed someone, and she usually got a slap on the wrist if it was someone unimportant. (Candice was unimportant, at least to her.)

Eventually, she curled into herself and fell to one side, hugging one of Gabriel's pillows to her chest. "More sex?" she suggested with a little smirk. The second time had been better, so Elle assumed the third would be, too. Or a nap. She could nap.

"We agreed to stop for now, remember?" He teased. He bent down and picked up her clothes from the ground, playfully tossing them ontop of her. "So get dressed." He really wasn't in the mood to get lectured by Angela for skipping his training or whatever. He was in too good of a mood to deal with something like that.

A soft whine left her, and she held the pillow tighter. They had agreed, but that didn't stop Elle from pouting about it, even if it was with a smile. She wasn't really worried about Angela, and she didn't really understand why Gabriel was. Elle would go out of her way to annoy her, really.

And besides, they weren't technically skipping training. No one had taught her how to train him, anyway.

"I don't even know how to train you anyway," she muttered rebelliously, craning her neck for her panties. She didn't quite know where they were.

It was hard to explain, but Angela's approval was important to him. Almost like she was his mother or something. She wasn't, he knew that, but she had practically taken him in like one. She had been the one to rescue him and help nurse him back to health after the accident. That counted for something, right?

"I'm sure you'll figure something else for us to do," He smiled as he finished adjusting his tie. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, styling it so he didn't look like he had just been rolling around in bed for a few hours.

She was laying on her underwear of course, and she pulled it out from under her with a sigh, wriggling onto her back and lifting her legs to slide them up to her thighs. How did he just get ready so fast?

"You're right," she said slyly, snapping the elastic band around her hips. "I have a determined, one-track mind." She reached for her jeans, smirking at his reflection. He still looked like he'd been ravished; she liked it that way. Elle couldn't imagine what she looked like.

"Is that so?" He asked with another grin and a raised brow before looking back at his reflection. His fingers weren't cutting it so he grabbed his comb from out of one of his drawers to try to more properly tame it.

"Uh huh," she quipped, wriggling her jeans over her hips. She grinned, wide and suggestive, and jumped up off the bed, careful to avoid both Candice and her parts, and the glass. The last thing she wanted was another cut.

Her hand scooped up her top, and she skipped over to wrap her arms around his middle, her cheek against his shoulder. "I don't think a comb will help much either," she teased.

"It's helping a little bit," He protested as he tilted his head to look back at her, finishing up combing his hair.

"I'll just mess it up later anyway," she teased, letting him go to pull on her camisole.

He laughed a little. "Probably," He murmured with a smile. He made his way to stand behind her, beginning to run the comb through her hair now.

Elle blushed a little, a bit surprised by her glowing reflection. She did look awful--her make-up all but wiped off, her golden hair in disarray. Her clothes were wrinkled, but her cheeks were pink and her eyes were bright as he started to smooth out her hair. It was cute, she guessed. It felt nice, how his fingers and the tongs tickled her scalp, carefully working through the knots.

"I guess I could take you on a tour or something," she smirked, gazing at him through the mirror.

He liked touching her hair, he liked having an excuse to do so, really. It was soft, and pretty and silky smooth. It even smelled nice. He carefully ran the comb through it, smoothing it out a little. "A tour would be nice." He really hadn't seen much of the place yet. He paused for a moment as he thought of something.

"You wouldn't know where they get that blood that heals people, do you?"

Elle smirked at his question, quite self-importantly. In retrospect, it was surprising he hadn't asked before. "Oh that?" she quipped. "That's from Adam. He was my first kiss, you know."

That last part wasn't exactly planned. Rather, it had just sort of came out.

His hold on her hair tightened just a little at that last part. He wasn't sure why, but it annoyed him. A lot. But finally, he cleared his throat before asking. "Can you take me to him?"

That was a power Gabriel had to have. It could have a million uses. It might even help to fix his memories.

"Ow. Careful," she complained, reaching back to shove him a little. Maybe it hadn't hurt at all, and maybe she liked the dark jealousy that had crossed his expression, and the gruffness in his voice when he finally responded.

He did like her. A lot.

"Maybe," she said, playing hard to get. "If you're real nice to me."

"I am real nice to you," He murmured softly, loosening her grip. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against her neck. He couldn't help but feel possesive over her.

She was his after all.

She preened just a bit, shivering at the soft touch of his lips. "Maybe," she murmured, reaching back to touch his arm. She gave a small, noncommittal shrug and bit her smirking bottom lip.

"Just maybe?" He asked with a raised brow, nuzzling playfully against her soft skin.

Right as he did so however, the door was unlocked and opened from the outside. In came Noah Bennet. He gave them a sardonic smile, looking over at Candice's corpse. "You two have gotten rather busy, haven't you?"

Elle hardly flinched--it truly was only a matter of time before someone found them. Her face was blank and innocent as she followed Noah's eyes. "She was being mean to me," she replied, as if that was an acceptable reason to slaughter Candice. And obviously, it totally was.

"I thought I could make better use of her power than she did," Gabriel added with a shrug, keeping his arms around Elle.

Elle watched as Noah's smile didn't waver, in this creepy, annoying way. He stepped to the side without comment, and gestured out the door. "We need to get this messed cleaned up, and Angela would like a word with you two."

Gabriel nodded in agreement, helping Elle out the door. He wondered idly what Angela would do for this indiscretion. He was almost curious to find out, honestly.

Elle was practiced at looking unconcerned, only she didn't really need to act this time. What could Angela do? Kick her out? There goes all that money. Besides, she'd been doing exactly what they told her to do, she thought, wrapping her arms around Gabriel's middle as they walked, Noah leading. Making Gabriel feel at home.

Gabriel followed Noah down the hall where they were told to wait outside Angela's office while he went inside to talk to her. Once the other man left, Gabriel turned to Elle curiously.

"What do you think is going to happen to us?"

Her teeth nibbled on her lower lip, and she gave a half-shrug, leaning into him a little further. She didn't like how he'd phrased the question, like it was going to be something bad.

What if it was?

"Daddy usually gave me a slap on the wrist," she said evenly. Then again, Angela wasn't Daddy.