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gabe / maja, 3828 words (nc17)
i was twelve.
he scribbles the words down in the beat up old notebook he carries with him. the collection of thoughts and accounts that has carried him through seventeen years of life on the road, on the run, is usually kept safe in a faded red bag but he takes it out during quiet times to add to it.
they are in a diner in the middle of some backwater town in the united states and he has to map out the safest way to the cheap motel he found so they can get there before nightfall. he is very good at what he does, having been doing it for so long.
when they were younger, he would tell people they were meeting their parents later, that his father was in the car, his mother was in the bathroom. they were in a rush, he had to buy the tickets. people believed him, and perhaps that is why she chose him, because no one could look at gabriel saporta and think that he was lying. people always assumed the best of him, that he was just a kind little child of twelve or thirteen or fifteen who had grown up too fast because his his father had just passed away and his mother was overwhelmed with the new baby. or whatever lie he told that week.
he is sipping bitter coffee and scribbling in his notebook all with one hand, while she sits across from him daydreaming. he can feel her eyes on him, the way they always are, and her fingers tracing the veins in his wrist keep his other hand occupied.
they do this often.
i was twelve, he writes, and she was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen, but she wasn't a girl.
"should we be going?" she asks quietly, and he simply nods, puts the pen down and finishes his coffee. it is still too hot, burning his throat as it goes down, but he's used to rushing.
gabe leaves money on the table and picks up his things, gathering them in his arms and extending his hand to reach for hers.
people don't stare in this place like they do in other places. the two of them are just passing by and here, no one pays attention to people who are passing by. they stay to themselves, nodding politely as gabe holds the door open and heads for their car. it is parked away from the diner, on the street where the street lights are dim and no one will notice the bags and blankets and general mess in the back seat.
she leans against him as they walk, kissing his shoulder and swinging their hands. for the most part, they are a normal couple. they've been in love for seventeen years, been together for a lifetime, it seems, and they'll be together for the rest of it. for the most part, they are just like everyone else.
when she gets in the car, settling down in the back seat where a makeshift bed will keep her warm, he turns it on immediately and pulls away from their short stop. she is already drifting off to sleep and he will lift her into the room rather than wake her up. she is tired and weak and tonight is his night to take care of her.
it is a difficult task, it is a full time job, but somebody's got to do it.
she will wake up alone in the dark room, covered with blankets, a lingering kiss from his lips on her temple as she stirs. he won't be far away, just back at the diner and he will have walked.
in seventeen years, he cannot count how many people he has killed for her, and to remember each one and write it down would be an arduous and rather unnecessary task. he does what he has to do to keep her safe and he doesn't think twice about it. the first he remembers. he was scared and young and he remembers crying for days afterward but also that she would cry with him and apologize for meeting him. he wouldn't take any of it back, not one bit of it.
when he returns, crawls into bed with her and wraps his arms around her thin frame, he is colder than she is, which is rare.
"maja," he whispers into her ear, kissing her neck and nuzzling against her shoulder. "maja, wake up."
-
he drives during the day, fast as he can without being pulled over for being reckless. he would go slow but he knows she doesn't like it so he speeds, taking back routes and staying away from largely inhabited areas.
after seventeen years together, they are both getting tired. he would very much like to settle down and get a real job, something that he can come home from and enjoy thinking about instead of thinking about all the other crap that goes on in his life. she would like to live in one place longer than a week. they haven't worked all the details out yet, and gabe is sure that something will come up that will make things difficult for them, but this is the road they decided to take and so it's the one they are driving on.
maja was persistent, making phone calls and urging gabe to empty a few accounts so they could buy the house. in the end, he caved, his dreams of a normal life overtaking his need for secrecy. whatever she wanted to do, he would do, only to make her happy.
they have lived in small farms and little houses, once inhabiting an old, abandoned castle in scotland, keeping to themselves and only venturing out once in a while, but this makes sense. their journey to barrow will be long but it will be worth it. once they are there, maja can be herself. with the sun below the horizon for months at a time, she can breathe easy.
gabe drives until the sun fades away and it is safe to stop the car on the side of the road, get out and open the trunk. buried beneath layers of blankets, laying curled up and looking well rested, maja smiles up at him as he helps her out.
they lay on the hood of the car like they often do, staring up at the stars and joking about which ones they know. sometimes gabe is sad and sometimes he can't help but think about the life he would have had if they had never met. tonight he looks at her and sighs, shakes his head just slightly and says, "why do you stay with me?"
they've had this conversation so many times and every time she looks at him with the same sadness in her eyes and smiles, repeating his question to him. "why do you stay with me, gabriel?" after years of moving from country to country, city to small city to smaller city, he is amazed that her accent has remained the same. if anything, that is what calms him down. "i stay because i love you, because i need you, because you are the only person i know in all of the world and the only one i want."
it's the answer she always gives and gabe can't help but roll his eyes.
"look at me," he scoffs, turning his head as she leans into him, on her side now so she can rest her head on his chest. "every day, i grow older and you grow more beautiful."
maja would argue but she knows he is right. the tiny wrinkles beside his eyes that she loves so dearly have gotten more defined, his hands have become more rough and calloused and his body has changed; he is no longer as young as he used to be. still, she loves him, and more and more every day, she desires him. she has made this argument before but it always comes back to the same thing. gabe ages, but she doesn't. she chose to grow with him, to grow older. she willed her body to change as her mind had been changing for so many lonely years, so she could stay with him and love him the way she truly wanted to, and so she did. but as gabe grows older, he ages, and maja simply changes into something more beautiful than words can describe.
her skin is still smooth, her body lean and elegant looking in a simple pair of jeans and gabe's oversized tshirt. she doesn't feel the cold, isn't affected by illness or disease. gabe smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and has a cough to prove it yet not even a sneeze has ever left maja's lips.
she tilts her head up and kisses him on the side of the mouth, a whispered i love you finding his ear.
she loves him more than anything in the world, but he is right. as she ages, he gets old.
if anything is certain, it is that as time goes on, she will continue to be beautiful and he will only resent her for it. maja closes her eyes and listens to his heart beating in his chest, hoping that they will be able to feign normalcy for at least a little while before the ceiling of their house of inevitable pain caves in on them.
-
gabe is still visibly upset when he books a room at some roadside motel. they will stay here for a few days so he can rest for a while -- usually he is nocturnal but driving all day has messed with his sleeping patterns and what little sleep he gets nowadays is interrupted by paranoia that maja isn't safe when the sun rises.
she stays in the car and folds the blankets neatly in the back seat, emptying a week's worth of cigarette cartons and wrappers from random fast food places. when she gets to the room, the door is wide open but she leans against the door frame with her eyebrows raised.
she knows he is upset because he just stands in the middle of the room and stares at her.
"you have to invite me in," she points out, though he already knows.
"and if i don't?" he challenged her, shrugging, his hands behind his back.
maja stares at him, shaking her head and willing herself not to cry, but she is hurt. he has done this before, once when they were children, and he never dared to do it again. she supposes that after all this time, after she forced him to leave a town that he loved and drive across the country just to make her happy, he deserves to act like a 12 year old brat.
maja takes a step forward, gritting her teeth as she does. "if you don't, i'll just come in anyway." gabe looks as though he is going to reach out and touch her but he stops himself. closing the door behind her, maja stands still on the spot, waiting. it's a battle of wills to see who will cave first and she foolishly thinks that the fear in her eyes and her heavy breathing will persuade him to put an end to this but she is mistaken. gabe closes his eyes to avoid having to see it.
he has seen blood before, more blood than he would like to admit, but this is different. he has washed the blood of old men and beautiful women, of little wandering children off his hands and off his clothes, has felt filthy for days and weeks and months, but this is different.
maja bleeds from her mouth, from her pointed nose and her tiny ears. with a shaking voice, she reaches her hand out, blood dripping from her fingernails, and whispers his name.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he gasps, falling to his knees in front of her and holding her up. "come in, come in, maja, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i'm inviting you in now."
after he makes sure the door is locked, he lifts her to the small bathroom and turns on the tap. she is quiet and he is frantic, checking the temperature even though he is fully aware that the cold does nothing to her. he towers over her and even if sometimes he feels small, she will always kiss his chest and look up at him and forgive whatever he's done. she knows he doesn't mean it, that he's just upset sometimes at things she can't help him with, so she leans forward, her blood seeping into the fabric of his clothes, and closes her eyes. gabe's arms find their way around her tiny frame and as he starts to peel her clothes off, she decides to take his off as well.
a real bath in a real bathtub has been hard to come by during their road trip and both of them would be upset but there is purpose to the hastiness of their actions.
they both wash away the blood, watch the bright red mess swirl down the drain at their feet and only then does maja's smile return to her lips.
they've been together too long to stay angry.
gabe settles against the back of the tub and pulls her against him, her back pressed to his chest as he pushes her hair to the side and kisses her neck.
they fall asleep naked and still wet on the bed, the blinds closed carefully and the covers up over their heads just in case. gabe is able to sleep all day like he usually does and when the moon comes out again, they bask in its light and hold hands as they walk down dark and deserted streets. everyone for miles is safe and in their beds but while the city sleeps, they rule the streets.
-
when they make it into canada, gabe buys a new coat. the cold there is unbearable and for a moment he worries how maja must feel alone in the trunk, but he remembers what he already knows. sometimes he forgets little details of their lives together but all he needs to do is ask -- she remembers everything.
gabe can't remember what he ate for breakfast or what movie they watched on his birthday last year but maja can remember what he was wearing the first time they met and how many times he asked "are you okay" the first time they made love.
she can remember exactly how many freckles he has on his face, having counted them many a time.
what gabe remembers is important, though. he remembers how they met, remembers her sneaking up on him on monkey bars and solving a rubick's cube. he remembers being frightened of her but that being without her scared him more than she ever could.
he could never leave her, not out of some sense of duty or responsibility or because he was scared of what she would do in his absence, but because he was scared of what he would do.
he drives for hours and hours with her in the trunk, listening as carefully as he can to the morse code messages she sends to him. they have their codes, their secret ways of telling each other what is going on. silence is golden, but music means trouble. in daylight, music is the most terrifying thing maja could ever hear. he drives for hours and hours and the silence she hears is beautiful to her ears, the most beautiful sound she could ever hear, second only to the sound of his voice when he calls back, " i love you too."
he stops as soon as the sun is gone, rushing to the trunk of the car to let her out so he can hold her in his arms. he's parked them in a small forest on some winding road and immediately takes advantage of their privacy by puling her in for a passionate kiss. sometimes they get angry, sometimes they get sad, sometimes gabe will drive for hours upon hours without answering her messages and sometimes they won't even speak to each other, but passion is never lost.
in the darkness of the forest, with only the headlights to guide them and their knowledge of each other's bodies, they get reacquainted with what the long road has deprived them of.
maja is flat against the hood of the car with gabe's head on her breasts, his tongue tracing circles in her flesh. she can no longer stay quiet, the gasped moans and whimpers that leave her lips echoing around them as he moves in her, slowly at first but faster and faster as she calls his name. her thighs will hurt in the morning as will the skin at his shoulders where her nails dug into him. gabe has kept all his clothes on and merely let his jeans fall to his knees but she is naked and sprawled out in front of him, both legs hooked around his waist.
he wanted to do this inside of the car but she wanted to scream, wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could and leave her bruised for the next week or so. he pushes his hips forward rapidly, the quick in and out and in even deeper than before causing her back to arch upward and her arms to reach out for him when he straightens up. gabe holds her steady, completely aware of how small she is, how fragile and bendable and breakable.
he has the power to hurt her if he wanted to but he doesn't, he simply wants to please her.
when they have both started to shake and he is thrusting against her holding her down as he fills her completely, maja pulls him close and whispers i love you in the voice gabe loves so much. he isn't done with her, though, even if they have both gotten what they wanted. he quickly dresses himself but makes a wild grab for her dress which causes her to raise an eyebrow curiously. gabe smiles, his grin wide and sneaky, and falls to his knees.
usually maja would fight him on this, demand that it's her turn, but gabe doesn't remember and he doesn't care who's turn it is anyway. he feels the need to make up for being awful to her the other night.
he settles in between her thighs, holding them apart and reaching for her hand which is always waiting for his. gabe doesn't hesitate, he doesn't tease, he doesn't even wait for her to catch her breath. he simply kisses her, places small, innocent kisses against her skin that turn into little licks and his tongue curling as he tastes her. he is eager and she is a whimpering mess, her heels digging into his shoulders as he delves deeper into her, sucking her into his mouth and savoring every moment of it. she is wet and sweet, the combination of spit and bodily fluids running down his chin as she writhes against him.
when maja looks down, she sees the love of her life and a devious grin spread across his lips.
when she looks up, she sees the stars.
-
they pull into another roadside diner so gabe can look over their maps and plans and make sure they are going the right way. the people in canada are nicer than the people who stare at them in england. they don't like maja's pale skin or her hollowed out eyes and they don't like gabe's beat up old back pack and his worn out shoes. here they offer him free refills and ask several times if maja would like something as well.
she is sick, they explain, coffee would upset her stomach. it's the fresh air they want, and a chance to get out of the car. they're visiting relatives.
he scribbles in his notebook in between sips of his coffee and double checking that their route is safe. maja is sitting beside him this time, her legs draped over his lap and her hand playfully scratching his chest. she leans in close and watches his hand move across the page.
his notebook reads, i was twelve and she was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen, but she wasn't a girl. maja ivarrson was and is the most beautiful creature i will ever love.
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i'm actually not quite sure how i feel about this :(
based on the film, let the right one in. i definitely recommend watching this movie, it is absolutely beautiful in a really fucked up way.
also, i didn't edit. it's very late, i'll do it in the morning.
gabe / maja, 3828 words (nc17)
i was twelve.
he scribbles the words down in the beat up old notebook he carries with him. the collection of thoughts and accounts that has carried him through seventeen years of life on the road, on the run, is usually kept safe in a faded red bag but he takes it out during quiet times to add to it.
they are in a diner in the middle of some backwater town in the united states and he has to map out the safest way to the cheap motel he found so they can get there before nightfall. he is very good at what he does, having been doing it for so long.
when they were younger, he would tell people they were meeting their parents later, that his father was in the car, his mother was in the bathroom. they were in a rush, he had to buy the tickets. people believed him, and perhaps that is why she chose him, because no one could look at gabriel saporta and think that he was lying. people always assumed the best of him, that he was just a kind little child of twelve or thirteen or fifteen who had grown up too fast because his his father had just passed away and his mother was overwhelmed with the new baby. or whatever lie he told that week.
he is sipping bitter coffee and scribbling in his notebook all with one hand, while she sits across from him daydreaming. he can feel her eyes on him, the way they always are, and her fingers tracing the veins in his wrist keep his other hand occupied.
they do this often.
i was twelve, he writes, and she was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen, but she wasn't a girl.
"should we be going?" she asks quietly, and he simply nods, puts the pen down and finishes his coffee. it is still too hot, burning his throat as it goes down, but he's used to rushing.
gabe leaves money on the table and picks up his things, gathering them in his arms and extending his hand to reach for hers.
people don't stare in this place like they do in other places. the two of them are just passing by and here, no one pays attention to people who are passing by. they stay to themselves, nodding politely as gabe holds the door open and heads for their car. it is parked away from the diner, on the street where the street lights are dim and no one will notice the bags and blankets and general mess in the back seat.
she leans against him as they walk, kissing his shoulder and swinging their hands. for the most part, they are a normal couple. they've been in love for seventeen years, been together for a lifetime, it seems, and they'll be together for the rest of it. for the most part, they are just like everyone else.
when she gets in the car, settling down in the back seat where a makeshift bed will keep her warm, he turns it on immediately and pulls away from their short stop. she is already drifting off to sleep and he will lift her into the room rather than wake her up. she is tired and weak and tonight is his night to take care of her.
it is a difficult task, it is a full time job, but somebody's got to do it.
she will wake up alone in the dark room, covered with blankets, a lingering kiss from his lips on her temple as she stirs. he won't be far away, just back at the diner and he will have walked.
in seventeen years, he cannot count how many people he has killed for her, and to remember each one and write it down would be an arduous and rather unnecessary task. he does what he has to do to keep her safe and he doesn't think twice about it. the first he remembers. he was scared and young and he remembers crying for days afterward but also that she would cry with him and apologize for meeting him. he wouldn't take any of it back, not one bit of it.
when he returns, crawls into bed with her and wraps his arms around her thin frame, he is colder than she is, which is rare.
"maja," he whispers into her ear, kissing her neck and nuzzling against her shoulder. "maja, wake up."
-
he drives during the day, fast as he can without being pulled over for being reckless. he would go slow but he knows she doesn't like it so he speeds, taking back routes and staying away from largely inhabited areas.
after seventeen years together, they are both getting tired. he would very much like to settle down and get a real job, something that he can come home from and enjoy thinking about instead of thinking about all the other crap that goes on in his life. she would like to live in one place longer than a week. they haven't worked all the details out yet, and gabe is sure that something will come up that will make things difficult for them, but this is the road they decided to take and so it's the one they are driving on.
maja was persistent, making phone calls and urging gabe to empty a few accounts so they could buy the house. in the end, he caved, his dreams of a normal life overtaking his need for secrecy. whatever she wanted to do, he would do, only to make her happy.
they have lived in small farms and little houses, once inhabiting an old, abandoned castle in scotland, keeping to themselves and only venturing out once in a while, but this makes sense. their journey to barrow will be long but it will be worth it. once they are there, maja can be herself. with the sun below the horizon for months at a time, she can breathe easy.
gabe drives until the sun fades away and it is safe to stop the car on the side of the road, get out and open the trunk. buried beneath layers of blankets, laying curled up and looking well rested, maja smiles up at him as he helps her out.
they lay on the hood of the car like they often do, staring up at the stars and joking about which ones they know. sometimes gabe is sad and sometimes he can't help but think about the life he would have had if they had never met. tonight he looks at her and sighs, shakes his head just slightly and says, "why do you stay with me?"
they've had this conversation so many times and every time she looks at him with the same sadness in her eyes and smiles, repeating his question to him. "why do you stay with me, gabriel?" after years of moving from country to country, city to small city to smaller city, he is amazed that her accent has remained the same. if anything, that is what calms him down. "i stay because i love you, because i need you, because you are the only person i know in all of the world and the only one i want."
it's the answer she always gives and gabe can't help but roll his eyes.
"look at me," he scoffs, turning his head as she leans into him, on her side now so she can rest her head on his chest. "every day, i grow older and you grow more beautiful."
maja would argue but she knows he is right. the tiny wrinkles beside his eyes that she loves so dearly have gotten more defined, his hands have become more rough and calloused and his body has changed; he is no longer as young as he used to be. still, she loves him, and more and more every day, she desires him. she has made this argument before but it always comes back to the same thing. gabe ages, but she doesn't. she chose to grow with him, to grow older. she willed her body to change as her mind had been changing for so many lonely years, so she could stay with him and love him the way she truly wanted to, and so she did. but as gabe grows older, he ages, and maja simply changes into something more beautiful than words can describe.
her skin is still smooth, her body lean and elegant looking in a simple pair of jeans and gabe's oversized tshirt. she doesn't feel the cold, isn't affected by illness or disease. gabe smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and has a cough to prove it yet not even a sneeze has ever left maja's lips.
she tilts her head up and kisses him on the side of the mouth, a whispered i love you finding his ear.
she loves him more than anything in the world, but he is right. as she ages, he gets old.
if anything is certain, it is that as time goes on, she will continue to be beautiful and he will only resent her for it. maja closes her eyes and listens to his heart beating in his chest, hoping that they will be able to feign normalcy for at least a little while before the ceiling of their house of inevitable pain caves in on them.
-
gabe is still visibly upset when he books a room at some roadside motel. they will stay here for a few days so he can rest for a while -- usually he is nocturnal but driving all day has messed with his sleeping patterns and what little sleep he gets nowadays is interrupted by paranoia that maja isn't safe when the sun rises.
she stays in the car and folds the blankets neatly in the back seat, emptying a week's worth of cigarette cartons and wrappers from random fast food places. when she gets to the room, the door is wide open but she leans against the door frame with her eyebrows raised.
she knows he is upset because he just stands in the middle of the room and stares at her.
"you have to invite me in," she points out, though he already knows.
"and if i don't?" he challenged her, shrugging, his hands behind his back.
maja stares at him, shaking her head and willing herself not to cry, but she is hurt. he has done this before, once when they were children, and he never dared to do it again. she supposes that after all this time, after she forced him to leave a town that he loved and drive across the country just to make her happy, he deserves to act like a 12 year old brat.
maja takes a step forward, gritting her teeth as she does. "if you don't, i'll just come in anyway." gabe looks as though he is going to reach out and touch her but he stops himself. closing the door behind her, maja stands still on the spot, waiting. it's a battle of wills to see who will cave first and she foolishly thinks that the fear in her eyes and her heavy breathing will persuade him to put an end to this but she is mistaken. gabe closes his eyes to avoid having to see it.
he has seen blood before, more blood than he would like to admit, but this is different. he has washed the blood of old men and beautiful women, of little wandering children off his hands and off his clothes, has felt filthy for days and weeks and months, but this is different.
maja bleeds from her mouth, from her pointed nose and her tiny ears. with a shaking voice, she reaches her hand out, blood dripping from her fingernails, and whispers his name.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he gasps, falling to his knees in front of her and holding her up. "come in, come in, maja, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i'm inviting you in now."
after he makes sure the door is locked, he lifts her to the small bathroom and turns on the tap. she is quiet and he is frantic, checking the temperature even though he is fully aware that the cold does nothing to her. he towers over her and even if sometimes he feels small, she will always kiss his chest and look up at him and forgive whatever he's done. she knows he doesn't mean it, that he's just upset sometimes at things she can't help him with, so she leans forward, her blood seeping into the fabric of his clothes, and closes her eyes. gabe's arms find their way around her tiny frame and as he starts to peel her clothes off, she decides to take his off as well.
a real bath in a real bathtub has been hard to come by during their road trip and both of them would be upset but there is purpose to the hastiness of their actions.
they both wash away the blood, watch the bright red mess swirl down the drain at their feet and only then does maja's smile return to her lips.
they've been together too long to stay angry.
gabe settles against the back of the tub and pulls her against him, her back pressed to his chest as he pushes her hair to the side and kisses her neck.
they fall asleep naked and still wet on the bed, the blinds closed carefully and the covers up over their heads just in case. gabe is able to sleep all day like he usually does and when the moon comes out again, they bask in its light and hold hands as they walk down dark and deserted streets. everyone for miles is safe and in their beds but while the city sleeps, they rule the streets.
-
when they make it into canada, gabe buys a new coat. the cold there is unbearable and for a moment he worries how maja must feel alone in the trunk, but he remembers what he already knows. sometimes he forgets little details of their lives together but all he needs to do is ask -- she remembers everything.
gabe can't remember what he ate for breakfast or what movie they watched on his birthday last year but maja can remember what he was wearing the first time they met and how many times he asked "are you okay" the first time they made love.
she can remember exactly how many freckles he has on his face, having counted them many a time.
what gabe remembers is important, though. he remembers how they met, remembers her sneaking up on him on monkey bars and solving a rubick's cube. he remembers being frightened of her but that being without her scared him more than she ever could.
he could never leave her, not out of some sense of duty or responsibility or because he was scared of what she would do in his absence, but because he was scared of what he would do.
he drives for hours and hours with her in the trunk, listening as carefully as he can to the morse code messages she sends to him. they have their codes, their secret ways of telling each other what is going on. silence is golden, but music means trouble. in daylight, music is the most terrifying thing maja could ever hear. he drives for hours and hours and the silence she hears is beautiful to her ears, the most beautiful sound she could ever hear, second only to the sound of his voice when he calls back, " i love you too."
he stops as soon as the sun is gone, rushing to the trunk of the car to let her out so he can hold her in his arms. he's parked them in a small forest on some winding road and immediately takes advantage of their privacy by puling her in for a passionate kiss. sometimes they get angry, sometimes they get sad, sometimes gabe will drive for hours upon hours without answering her messages and sometimes they won't even speak to each other, but passion is never lost.
in the darkness of the forest, with only the headlights to guide them and their knowledge of each other's bodies, they get reacquainted with what the long road has deprived them of.
maja is flat against the hood of the car with gabe's head on her breasts, his tongue tracing circles in her flesh. she can no longer stay quiet, the gasped moans and whimpers that leave her lips echoing around them as he moves in her, slowly at first but faster and faster as she calls his name. her thighs will hurt in the morning as will the skin at his shoulders where her nails dug into him. gabe has kept all his clothes on and merely let his jeans fall to his knees but she is naked and sprawled out in front of him, both legs hooked around his waist.
he wanted to do this inside of the car but she wanted to scream, wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could and leave her bruised for the next week or so. he pushes his hips forward rapidly, the quick in and out and in even deeper than before causing her back to arch upward and her arms to reach out for him when he straightens up. gabe holds her steady, completely aware of how small she is, how fragile and bendable and breakable.
he has the power to hurt her if he wanted to but he doesn't, he simply wants to please her.
when they have both started to shake and he is thrusting against her holding her down as he fills her completely, maja pulls him close and whispers i love you in the voice gabe loves so much. he isn't done with her, though, even if they have both gotten what they wanted. he quickly dresses himself but makes a wild grab for her dress which causes her to raise an eyebrow curiously. gabe smiles, his grin wide and sneaky, and falls to his knees.
usually maja would fight him on this, demand that it's her turn, but gabe doesn't remember and he doesn't care who's turn it is anyway. he feels the need to make up for being awful to her the other night.
he settles in between her thighs, holding them apart and reaching for her hand which is always waiting for his. gabe doesn't hesitate, he doesn't tease, he doesn't even wait for her to catch her breath. he simply kisses her, places small, innocent kisses against her skin that turn into little licks and his tongue curling as he tastes her. he is eager and she is a whimpering mess, her heels digging into his shoulders as he delves deeper into her, sucking her into his mouth and savoring every moment of it. she is wet and sweet, the combination of spit and bodily fluids running down his chin as she writhes against him.
when maja looks down, she sees the love of her life and a devious grin spread across his lips.
when she looks up, she sees the stars.
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they pull into another roadside diner so gabe can look over their maps and plans and make sure they are going the right way. the people in canada are nicer than the people who stare at them in england. they don't like maja's pale skin or her hollowed out eyes and they don't like gabe's beat up old back pack and his worn out shoes. here they offer him free refills and ask several times if maja would like something as well.
she is sick, they explain, coffee would upset her stomach. it's the fresh air they want, and a chance to get out of the car. they're visiting relatives.
he scribbles in his notebook in between sips of his coffee and double checking that their route is safe. maja is sitting beside him this time, her legs draped over his lap and her hand playfully scratching his chest. she leans in close and watches his hand move across the page.
his notebook reads, i was twelve and she was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen, but she wasn't a girl. maja ivarrson was and is the most beautiful creature i will ever love.
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i'm actually not quite sure how i feel about this :(
based on the film, let the right one in. i definitely recommend watching this movie, it is absolutely beautiful in a really fucked up way.
also, i didn't edit. it's very late, i'll do it in the morning.