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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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Elle pouted a little and looked up at him. It's not that she hadn't enjoyed it. She had, a lot. Even too much. She kind of liked the bruises too, even if they hurt. Her fingers stroked her sensitive hips bones, and maybe she smiled a little at the small bites on his shoulder and neck, the blotchy redness of his skin from where she'd burnt him.

Maybe at any other moment she'd be worried and horrified at how beat up she must look, but she wasn't. Not at the moment. No, her pouting was over something else.

"I gonna take a shower too," she whined. "I'm all full of your... stuff."

He chuckled softly as she mentioned that. To be honest, he hadn't given it much thought, but it made sense that after three times, she'd be a little uncomfortable. "I guess you are." He paused for a moment before taking a step closer to her with a playful smirk. "We could probably both use a shower, clean up, wash off all the dried blood."

Her lips turned up into a little smile, and she reached up to brush her thumb under his bruised, seeping lip, carefully and slowly leaning her hips forward into him. "You do look like a vampire," she teased.

"You kind of look like one yourself," He teased, hissing lightly as she touched his marred lip. They had both done a number one one another, but he couldn't quite get himself to care.

She giggled softly and pushed herself up a little to kiss it better with a content sigh, cupping his jaw. Even if maybe it only made it sting a little bit more. "Let's go," she murmured, pulling back and grabbing his hand, reaching down to scoop up her torn top before leading him back down the hall.

He grinned and squeezed her hand as she led him down the hall toward her bedroom.

Every step was maybe a little uncomfortable, but Elle got through it. She dug for her clearance card in her back pocket, pulling it out to swipe once they got to where she and her Daddy slept, and then dragged Gabriel into the little hallway and swiped again to enter the living room. It was decently sized, although furnished expensively, and Elle carelessly dropped her ruined shirt on the couch and pulled Gabriel into her bedroom.

Gabriel's eyes looked around the quarters in an impressed fashion while he followed Elle back into her bedroom. He pouted a little. "My room looks a lot worse after seeing this." If he was so special, why couldn't Angela at least put him in a room as nice as this one?

Elle smiled and shrugged a little, kicking her shoes off with a relieved sigh. "I told you. You're just a little better than a prisoner," she reminded him, reaching for the button of her jeans. Her room was bigger. Her bed was huge, and she had a fuzzy, comfy carpet. It was her room. Gabriel had a cell.

"So you said," He muttered as he began to undo his own pants. His eyes continued to survey the area carefully, taking it in. Really, other than his cell, he hadn't seen much except Angela's office. Everything seemed new and fresh and he couldn't help but begin to really think maybe Elle was right.

He didn't like that thought.

"But it's okay," she murmured, with a little frown, wriggling out of her clothes. She didn't want him to be upset about it. She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it easily over her head, stepping forward to run her fingers through his hair soothingly. "Even if Adam can't help you, wrinkles probably has files on your old life," she smiled reassuringly. Obviously though, Adam was Plan A. And it would be a whole lot more fun.

"Let's try Adam first," He murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. After all, no matter what else, he wanted that power. The only downside is if he could heal, he'd no longer sport any of the marks Elle left on him.

And live forever, but Elle wasn't thinking about that at the moment. She nodded with a content sigh, running her palms over his neck, and pulled away with a playful smirk and an enticing smirk. "Shower first," she corrected, and held his eyes as she walked to her adjoining bathroom.

"Shower first," He agreed, following her into the bathroom. He had no qualms with taking a shower with her. None at all.

She left the door ajar as she padded across the cold tiles, pointedly avoiding the mirror. She didn't want to ruin the excitement and the heat of his eyes on her as she leaned over to turn on the water. She looked back at him then with the same simper, stepping behind the curtain. She hissed as the spray hit her grimy, sore skin, and looked down, hands sliding over the pretty bruises with a wistful smile. She was his. All his.

He winced a little as the water began to hit his skin, causing all the cuts and burns to sting a little. It was worth it though, proof that he belonged to her and only her.

Elle smiled, and couldn't help but reach out and touch them, sliding her hands up his chest, her touch lingering on the proof of her sparks. "I kind of like it," she murmured, her eyes bright as they traveled up to his.

"I kind of like it too," He murmured softly, letting his own hands trail over the bruises he had left on her. So beautiful.

He was beautiful. Perfect. Hers. Her palms ran down his smooth arms and she stepped into them, resting her cheek on his chest. It was the naked devotion and adoration in his eyes, and the way he was making her shiver with his touch.

For the first time since she woke up and her Daddy was dead, Elle felt okay. Not just happy, or wanted, or anything like that.

She felt... balanced, under the spray with him. It made sense. Everything was starting to make sense again. Maybe that's why Gabriel was in her life now. To make everything okay again.

"Gabriel?" she whispered, closing her eyes against the droplets of water.

Gabriel help her close to him, his arms wrapping around her tightly, possessively despite how bruised and tender she must be feeling at this point. He didn't know anything about his past life but if anything good came out of him losing his memories, it was finding Elle. She was so important, and he couldn't even quite pinpoint why.

"Yes?" He replied softly,running his fingers through her hair as the water continued to wet it. He liked showering with her. He wanted to do everything with her.

It didn't even bother her that it hurt. It was a small price to pay, really, to be held. Elle couldn't remember the last time anyone had embraced her like this. "I meant what I said before," she murmured, rubbing her cheek into his chest. "When I called you a bastard. You know, the other thing I said."

He couldn't help but smile at her words. "You mean what you said about liking me?" He asked with a curious tilt of his head. "I'm glad. I like you too."

It was stupid, how happy that made her now, her arms reaching around his waist to squeeze him tighter. Her fingers curled into little fists, her knuckles brushing the scratches on his back, and she tilted her head back to look up at him with a pleased, bright smile.

He looked down at her with an equally happy smile. She looked so beautiful when she was like this, practically beaming with joy. He leaned down to press a soft kiss against her lips, hissing a little as her fingers brushed against some of the deeper scratches on his back.

Playfully and provokingly, she traced the welts with light fingers, nuzzling into his mouth with a soft moan. She did like him, too much. And she wanted him, too much.