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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 couldn't help the rush of jealousy she felt, the rage still consuming her like hot, agonizing flames. She didn't need nor want Angela's approval, but that was--that was who she was. How her Dad talked to her. She practiced so much, and tried so hard, and now Gabriel was just the better one because he was so powerful and could take so many powers, and she felt a little sick about it.

A little sick about how they were talking about getting rid of her like she was a misbehaving child. She was right. Gabriel got a slap on the wrist. Only she got one right across the face.

She stood, wrenching her hand from Gabriel's and looking at some point over Angela's stupid, hideous head. "I'll get right on training him," she seethed, and moved to walk straight out the door.

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Gabriel glanced at Elle's retreating body, and then back to Angela. "Is there anything else?"

Angela shook her head lightly. "No. That is all for now. Just remember to be careful in the future. Ask before taking. You need to learn self control or your power will be the one controlling you."

He nodded his head and got up, using his long legs to catch up with Elle as she stormed down the hall. He didn't know exactly what he was supposed to say or do, but he didn't like seeing her so upset.

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She heard his footfalls halfway down the hall, her fists clenched at her sides, and didn't even bother glancing at him. She was still shaking, and she wanted more than anything to kill that stupid bitch. "She's just trying to manipulate you, you know," she snapped angrily, her voice wavering. "She doesn't care about you. You're nothing but a project and a lapdog to her."

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"You're wrong," He snapped a little defensively. He didn't want to believe it. "She does care about me. She just wants to make sure I live up to my full potential." Because he was special.

Elle was just...jealous or something. That wasn't his problem.

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She couldn't believe how utterly thick he was acting, how he'd looked at Angela like she was some fucking saintly being. She had noticed--she had past her anger, or maybe in addition to it.

Her hair whipped the air as she spun around, and maybe she was jealous, and maybe she was vindictive, but it was the truth she was telling him now. He should know the truth, and she didn't know why else that seemed so important to her other than she liked him, she'd given him her body, and okay, maybe a little bit of her heart with it too.

"She's just making sure you've been broken in like a dog, Gabriel," she hissed, her blue eyes fierce and her nails digging into the center of her palms. "Do you know what Noah told me to do the night before we met? He told me to make you feel at home, remember? Why do you think I was wearing some stupid dress and flirting with you? She doesn't care. She just wants to make sure you stay here like a good boy."

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"I am not a dog," He hissed in angry tone. He wasn't. Elle was wrong, he knew she had to be. Angela had rescued him. Taken care of him. Given him gifts and is trying to help him reach his full potential. Elle just didn't understand Angela like he did, that's all.

"And is that why you slept with me?" He accused at her other comment, his anger getting the best of him. He found himself speaking before thinking. "Because you wanted to make me feel at home?"

Maybe she hadn't been a virgin, maybe it had all been some kind of clever ruse. He couldn't help but let his paranoia get to him a little.

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Her cheeks flushed, her rage pooling blood into her face at his words, and she stepped forward to shove his shoulders with a vicious spark. "Don't be a jerk!" And then because she couldn't help it, she shoved him again, shocking him hard enough to send him sprawling to the floor. "I slept with you because I like you, you stupid bastard," she exclaimed, seething. How dare he ask her that, like she wasn't any better than a whore? It hurt. It hurt a lot, all over. Words choked in her throat, and she gritted her teeth. "For someone who's not a dog, you sure act like one."

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"Yeah, well you sure act like a bitch sometimes," He hissed in anger, pulling himself off from the floor. Okay, so maybe accusing her of...basically being a whore was pretty low, but she had started with the low blows, in his defense. He took another step closer to her, grabbing her shoulders. "I'm a dog and you're a bitch, I guess that makes us pretty even."

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It did not. She pushed his hands away, swatting and throwing them off of her, and nearly spit in his face. She tried to not let it get to her that she just admitted to liking him and he just called her bitch. It wasn't a big deal, anyway. "Don't touch me," she growled, and then lifted a finger to jab it into his chest. "If you have trouble seeing her for the manipulative bitch she is, then you're a waste of my time and the Company's. Rub your two brain cells together or get out of my way."

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"No," He argued, grabbing her again. "I like you too much to just get out of your way," He hissed. Lord knows why it took arguing like this for them to admit things like that to one another. But he wasn't just going to let her storm off. He might have been pissed off, but that didn't mean he was going to just let her leave.

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She let him hold onto her, his hands bruising her arms, her lips parting on a sharp, painful gasp. It wasn't because he said he liked her too, and it wasn't because he said he wouldn't let her go. Maybe there was just something about the nearly rabid determination in his eyes that churned her stomach in both fear and excitement, that made the words feel real. Elle leaned in a little closer, her lips twisted into a sneer. "How romantic. It doesn't change the fact that you're being stupid."

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"I'm not" He insisted stubbornly, pulling her in a little closer now. His thoughts were a twister of different emotions and he couldn't quite decide if he wanted to kiss her or hurt her. He kind of wanted to do both, honestly.

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"Denying it just makes you stupider," she spat, lifting her hands to curl into his shirt, to brace herself as he tugged her in. She felt a little hot from anger, from him, and she couldn't quite identify the shift in ire to searing frustration for what it was--not for a moment. But it was lust, and she felt it as his moist breath collided with her upturned face, his body so close to hers. She wanted to goad him more, push him. Make him snap and take it out on her.

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"I'm not stupid," He bit back in anger. He found himself all too aware of how close she was to him, how her body was pressed against him. Part of him just wanted to push her down to the ground and prove to her just who was in control here because she didn't seem to realize it was him.

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"You're acting like it," she hissed, lifting her chin higher defiantly, closer to his curled back, wrathful lips. "You're just a pawn to her. A tool," she said viciously, through her teeth. Every raspy breath pressed her chest deeper into his, and it was almost like torture. She wanted to lean her hips into his, touch him, kiss him, claim him. Show him he should trust her and no one else. Make him forget about stupid Angela and her stupid promises.

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"I'm nobody's tool," He snarled, finally claiming her lips with his own in a vicious, angry kiss. He bit down on her lower lip, his hands grasping and clawing at her skin. He wanted to show hwe just who was in control here. He wasn't a pawn, he wasn't.

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Pain blossomed as her cut reopened, deepened this time, and she spark, hot and hard into his mouth with a crying grunt. Her body pushed into his, into his harsh hands eagerly, and she shoved him against the wall, tearing apart his button-down shirt. "You're nothing but a tool," she spat against his mouth. "You're living in a cell, surrounded by prisoners. Didn't you notice?"

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"Of course I noticed," He hissed against lips, eagerly sucking on her bleeding lip, the copper taste of her blood hitting his tongue. "I'm not stupid." But Angela knew more about his powers, about him, at least for the moment. "But until I get my memory back, I'm better off cooperating and gathering as many powers as I can." He grabbed her shoulders with an eager grunt and flipped them around, so he was the one pressing her against the wall now.

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She whimpered against his weight, clawing at his chest, reaching around to hold onto his back with blunt, dragging nails. Another arc of electricity shot and sizzled into his mouth, and she wrapped a hand around his neck, pushing him back to breathe. "You're still playing right into her hands," she taunted, and then grabbed his lower lip between her teeth in retribution, biting down hard and tugging.

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"Or maybe I'm just biding my time until I know what else to do," He gasped out in pain as she bit down on his lip. He ripped off her camisole, letting his bare hands grasps her skin. He let his hands ice over a little, causing goosebumps to crawl over her skin.

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Elle gasped and flinched in surprise, shuddering as his palms rubbed and groped at her skin, the touch cold and arresting. Her body moved, ground desperately on his. Her fingers curled around locks of his hair and she pulled him brutally away. Blood glistened on his lip, the taste of him in her mouth driving her a little mad with desire. "I liked that shirt," she hissed.

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"I like it better off of you," He growled back, pressing his lips against hers again, their blood intermingling with one another in a way that made him feel a little crazy, honestly.

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She panted and opened her mouth, pushing her tongue past his lips fervently and grabbed, caressed his skin and impatiently pushed his shirt off his arms. She didn't even care they were in a bright hallway, or Mrs. Petrelli was right down the hall, or anything but reaching for the button of his slacks.

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He groaned into her mouth, his tongue battling with hers viciously. He didn't care if Angela or Bennet caught them or if they should move back to his room. Instead he began to undo her pants while urging her down to the floor.

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She finished unzipping him, and yanked down his slacks and briefs in one go, falling to her knees and pulling him down with her with a forceful tug.