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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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"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.

He groaned as she traced over the welts, parting his lips for her. He liked her and wanted her just as much, if not more. He couldn't get enough.

Breathlessly, she brushed her tongue into his mouth, letting it retreat as she pressed her lips to his, more fully, despite the sting. Her body hummed for him, and ached with more than pain. If it were anyone else, Elle would think it was just new and different, but she was so sure it was more. He was more. Maybe she even cared about him. She'd told him the truth, right? Without even thinking about it, she told him exactly what Angela was like to keep him for herself. To protect him. Like she was a good person.

She smiled gently against his lips, melting against his strong warmth. Being a good person had never felt right before.

He grinned into her lips, holding her close to him as his tongue brushed against hers. She felt so right, so perfect in his arms. He could stay like this for a long time. "I really like you," He found himself whispering softly, as if saying it the first time had not been enough.

She preened, but more than preened, more than just pleased with the words. She felt them, all over, and she kissed him again, careful and soft and in a way that made her slowly burn. "I really like you too," she whispered.

"Good," He whispered back, pressing another kiss against her lips. His heart beat quickly in his chest like it might burst. "I'd kill you if you didn't"

Elle's breath caught; her lashes fluttered open, head tilted up as she clung to him. Droplets of water hit her face, eyes searching his as if she didn't quite believe he could mean something so romantic. But it was there--she saw it. That dark promise. He meant it, and emotion tighten her chest all up so hard it almost hurt. "I'd kill you too," she said, her voice weighted but sure, her nose rubbing against his affectionately, and then she smiled.

He found himself releasing a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. The darkness in her expression told him that she meant it just as much as he did and that wave of overwhelming affection passed over him once more. He leaned in, pressing another soft kiss against her lips. He was so happy, he couldn't even put into words.

She giggled softly against his mouth, and couldn't manage to do anything but hold onto him, gaze up at him, her eyes soft and adoring. He was beaming down at her, and he was perfect. She was right. He was here to make everything okay again. More than okay.

He smiled back at her, enjoying every moment as he held her gaze. She looked so beautiful, radiant even. Maybe loosing his memory hadn't been such a bad thing if it had brought her to him.

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