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Gabriel reluctantly got out of bed, making his way over to his closet. He pulled out a suit and began to change into it. Paris was gone now and they were left with the reality of the cold cell room. Definitely a disappointment. He would have liked to spend all day in bed with her (at least the second time had gone better for both of them) but they had both agreed that if they stayed in his room for too long, Angela and Noah would become suspicious.

And neither one of them wanted that.

Especially when Candice's dead corpse was still on the floor in a fat, bloody mess.

He pulled on his coat before he began to work on fixing his tie. "So what are we doing next?" He asked curiously.

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"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.

"Well, that's good, then," He murmured with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't know why the idea of Angela being upset or disappointed with him upset hum, but it did. He couldn't explain it.

"I'm not worried," she said, tilting her head up to smile at him. "You're her new prize agent," she explained wryly, snuggling deeper into her chest. "I bet you can do no wrong."

"You really think so?" He asked curiously, his body relaxing a little. It was nice to know that things might go more smoothly than he originally thought they would.

"Uh huh," she murmured, burying her face into his shoulder. She couldn't help but touch him. She didn't want to stop. "She plays favorites." Not that Elle was a favorite of Angela's. Quite the contrary, actually.

"Well, that's good then," He murmured, bringing a hand up to run through her hair idly. He couldn't stop touching Elle either.

She just wanted to be close to him. As close as they'd been in his room, all tangled up together. She really liked him now, more than she truly wanted to own up to. That made it easy to shrug off all their hatred and homicidal tendencies from yesterday. Anyway, some movies and stuff happened like this, right? They were supposed to hate each other first.

Now he really liked her. "Nothing to worry about," she muttered, turning into his neck to nip his skin.

"Good," He murmured, holding her close to him. Maybe they had had to get their aggressions out first (he'd be lying if he said it wasn't kind of exciting to fight with her) in order to be closer now. After all, they were both very powerful people, it made sense that they would clash, and then come together.

At that, the door swung open and Noah gave them a sardonic smile. "Angela will see you now."

Gabriel took Elle's hand and squeezed it comfortingly before leading her inside the office.