A Lover's Alibi-Chapter 10

[superkappa]

a lover’s alibi - chapter ten
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Authors: superkappa and petitebelette
Summary: Elle decides to tell Gabriel the truth and stay with him instead of betraying him. Chapter Ten: Elle lies.
Author’s Note: This is the epic that we’ve been working on/talking about for a while now based on our RPs. Beta'ed by mollivanders, who owns the universe forever.


Elle waited until dinner to go to Gabriel, despite Angela's orders.

She walked quickly, clutching his dinner tray in her hands; she'd intercepted it, had needed some reason to be there other than to lie to him. Despite everything, the prospect of lying to him filled her with dread--in large part because it would be lying to herself. She wasn't ready to forgive him, and being forced into it coerced her to realize that a part of her, deep down, knew she'd have to, one day, or stop loving him.

And she didn't think she'd ever stop loving him. If she couldn't now, how could she ever?

She felt uneasy, and instead of covering it, she tried to use it, tried to channel it into the act she was about to pull off.

She'd spent all day thinking about what she'd say, what she'd do, and most importantly, how the hell she was going to come clean without Angela realizing.

She wasn't going to betray him, play him for a fool again. She wasn't that stupid; it would be a death wish.

He'd never lie to her like this. He hadn't ever lied to her. He'd just killed her father so she would be truly, completely his. She choked at the thought, at her (his?) justification, and walked faster.

Even though the playing field had been leveled earlier, she was still his, too, and she couldn't help that, just as much as he couldn't help he was hers.

She opened the door to his cell swiftly and shut it without a glance at the console. There would be no way she could turn the intercom off this time. She sucked in a deep breath and laid the tray out. With a sigh, she she hopped up on the bed and stole a French fry, avoiding his gaze.

She ate a lot when she was nervous.

And she didn't know how to start all of a sudden, despite practicing.

Gabriel had come straight back to his cell once Angela had sent him away. He had wondered idly what Angela had wanted to talk to Elle about, but he didn't dwell on it much. Instead he showered and changed back into Company scrubs before lying on his bed to think.

He had been doing a lot of that lately. Mostly because there was little else he could do in this place.

It had been disconcerting, to say the least, to realize how much power Elle had over him. He still wasn't sure how he felt about that.

He was snapped out of his thoughts once he heard the tray set down. He looked up, a little surprised to see Elle there.

"You're delivering my meals now?"

She looked at him for a second, turning his inconsequential question over and over in her mind. She didn't want to answer, she didn't know what to say and--oh, fuck it, she decided, and pushed the tray with a clatter to the floor to straddle him, pressing her lips against his with a whimper.

This was a much more appealing segue.

Gabriel blinked in surprise as she straddled him, kissing him without a single word. Was this another ploy to show her control over him?

He gasped against her lips and started kissing back, resting his hands on her hips. At the very least, she tasted better than the Company food.

Her pencil skirt was not optimal for this position, so she reached back to hike it up, bunching it under his hands and slipping her own underneath his shirt.

She was only partially disgusted Angela was either seeing this, or was going to. Mostly, just like this morning, he felt good.

And she needed to sell it.

"I want to go slow," she said between kisses. "I can't just forget what happened," she murmured, and she meant it. She wanted to go slow; she couldn't forget what happened. "But I want you too," she breathed out, and rocked against his hips pointedly.

And she hadn't even lied yet.

He gasped softly as she rocked against him. His hands slid up her skirt, grasping her bare thighs.

"This is your idea of moving slowly?" he asked in a sardonic tone.

Still, it was nice to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Right. Good point. This wasn't slow, but she dropped her lips under his jaw and nipped as he grabbed her thighs with a rushing gasp of surprise. She scratched his chest lightly and bit a little harder with a tingling zap.

"I didn't mean glacially," she said in a low voice, pulling back to look in his eyes and place a sweet kiss to his chin.

He groaned out in response as she nipped and sparked against his skin.

He pulled away for a moment, looking at her curiously. "What prompted the change?"

Now for the... lying part. Or, as she liked to call it, the twisting the truth a little and hoping he'd buy it and forgive her later thing. "It's not a change," she said breathlessly. "I love you," she whispered sadly, and even though she meant it - she'd said it repeatedly, even after he'd killed her dad - it felt all wrong on her lips. "I don't want to fight it anymore."

"I'm glad to hear you finally came to your senses," he murmured breathlessly before pressing his lips against hers once more. It was so... nice to have her being consensual again. He only hoped this wouldn't become a repeat of this morning.

She tried not to furrow her brows sadly at his kiss, tried not to see the implications of how he'd believed so easily she would be okay that he'd killed her father.

There was something wrong with that, but it wasn't anything more wrong than how she loved him anyway. She wanted to tell him, and the frustrated urge bubbled up in her chest, but instead she just kissed him back, transmitting all of her anger onto his lips.

He was surprised by the roughness of her kiss but was more than eager to respond. He kissed her back with the same fervor, biting on her lower lip. His grip on her thighs tightened, nails digging into her skin.

She hissed at his harsh reaction and responded in kind, clenching her eyes closed and rubbing her body along his, breaking the skin of his chest with her own nails.

It felt so... loveless and awful that she pulled back with a cautionary spark, sitting up on his hips. Even when they'd been nearly violent that morning... it had been out of love, or at the very least, passion.

She paused for a moment, looking down on him and trying to catch her breath.

She wouldn't let it happen like this.

"Too fast," she breathed, and lay back down, her cheek against his heart. "And the cameras," she said uneasily, and she felt the guilt pass across her face now that he couldn't see it.

"Aren't there cameras all over the place?" he asked with a frown. Did that mean they would never have sex again while they were here? He never would have expected Elle cared about things like cameras.

But he listened and stopped. It was like she had pointed out this morning - he belonged to her.

"No," she replied. "There aren't cameras in the agents' quarters and places like that," she said, and bit her lip to stifle a sharp inhale. That was one place that work... her room. Or even out on an assignment, or... no, her room would be sooner and more feasible. She moved, readjusting her legs between his so her knees weren't aching at his sides.

"Well, that's good to know," he replied with a slight smile. "It would be horrible if there was absolutely no privacy in this place."

She let out a breathy laugh and pressed a smile into his chest, moving her lips up to nuzzle into his pulse. "No fun at all," she agreed.

At least teasing him didn't feel as forced.

"And life would be pretty boring without some fun in it," he agreed, a shiver running down his spine as her lips brushed against his skin.

"I'm sure we'll find a way to have some," she whispered, licking up to his jaw, tingling electricity through the gentle lap.

Gabriel couldn't help but groan as she licked his jaw. He cupped her face, bringing it up to brush his lips against hers. "I'm sure we'll think of something."

"When I'm ready," she clarified with a soft smile, sighing at his touch and kissing him again, tongue sweeping once against his. And that felt... nice. A lot nicer than before.

Maybe pretending wouldn't be as hard as she thought.

He smiled, his thumb brushing against her cheek as she kissed him again, more than happy to oblige. At least she was kissing him willingly. Maybe she really had forgiven him.

She exhaled and nestled further into his body, sliding her lips slowly over his for another moment. Easy as pie, she thought.

It was so nice to just kiss and hold her like this. Gabriel didn't even mind that she was only willing to do this much, because just a few days ago, she wouldn't have agreed to even this.

He knew that she was his.

It was easier than it should have been, Elle knew, but she couldn't feel remorseful that it felt good, not any more than she had since that morning. No matter what he'd done, at the end of the day...

She moved her mouth to brush the tip of his nose, smirking with a little jolt when she pulled away.

She was his, after all.

He winced a little as she shocked him, but couldn't help but smile just the same. "It's nice to see you got your spark back."

"I've been using it the entire time," she said with a simper, reaching to twirl a lock of his hair. "On you. A lot."

"But it's different now," he countered. "You're more like... you again."

Her smile broadened, and it felt light, foreign, yet familiar all at the same time.

It took her a second to realize that for the first time in days, she was smiling, and the little burst of warmth in her tummy was not quite contentment but... something bittersweet and close enough.

She wanted to be more like the girl he was seeing. Happy.

And once again, she felt a fleeting hope that maybe everything would be okay. Maybe.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By the time they were in the car and making their way too slowly down the highway, Elle was a wreck.

Angela was sending them on their next big assignment. ("Because now, Elle," she'd said, "we can see if our little experiment will work." Elle had gone to great lengths to contain her disgust.) It had been a few days since she'd lied, and despite every effort and a significant loss of sleep, she hadn't found an opportune time to talk to Gabriel, to tell him about what had transpired without Angela, the fucking hawk, watching their every move.

He hadn't even left his cell, not once, and all she could do was visit him with big smiles and sweet kisses and hope and pray it didn't have to go on forever. That her lying didn't have to go on forever.

And this was her big chance to come clean.

She looked over to him from the passenger's seat, feeling a bit pale and sick. A small, scared part of her wanted her to just keep going with the ways things were--that she could just... was it so bad he'd thought he was forgiven? He'd been so... happy, and she'd... she bit her lip and looked down at her lap.

The ease with which she'd accepted him back had been... what would Angela call it? An insult to her father's memory.

"Gabriel, can we pull over?" she asked quietly, her voice wavering.

The past few days had been nice, to say the very least. Sure, he hadn't been allowed out of his cell (part of his "punishment" according to Angela) but that hardly seemed to matter.

After all, Elle visited him every day, and even more than that... she had forgiven him. And while he had been certain she would eventually even he was surprised by how quickly it happened.

Maybe she had needed that moment of power to occur first.

He was jostled out of his thoughts, turning down the radio (oldies, again) with a frown at her voice. It didn't sound like anything good. He pulled the car over on the side of the road, shutting the engine off before turning to Elle.

"Something wrong?"

Probably not the best of ideas to be pulling over when on the way for such a supposedly important mission, but oh well.

"There's something I need to," she started, and forced herself to meet his intent eyes with a wave of guilt. "I haven't been... completely honest with you," she said, her voice unsteady.

She gulped and sucked in a breath when her lungs burned from lack of air, and she rubbed her hands together, the friction and her anxiousness sparking them uncontrollably.

"Angela, she... that morning, she asked me to... to forgive you so you'd be easier to control, and I--I've been trying to tell you," she started blurting out, "but she's been watching like a hawk, and I didn't want it to be this way, but I didn't want her to be suspicious."

In a single moment, the calm, almost peaceful feeling that had enveloped him the past few days was gone. He felt hollow. He felt empty.

He felt angry.

He clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing at her. So all of it. The relief, the smiles, all of it had been a lie.

He had known it was too good to be true that she forgave him so easily.

"You lied to me," he hissed.

"I did," she admitted, her eyes burning. "I lied, but not to--not to deceive you," she choked out at the depthless anger in his eyes. Her heart pounded against her ribs with a prickling of fear. "I want to forgive you," she whispered hoarsely. "If lying to you did anything, it made me realize that. I'm yours," she said breathlessly. "That was never a lie."

"How can I believe you, Elle?" he asked in a hoarse tone. "How can I believe you after you just admitted to lying to me?" He grabbed her shoulders, squeezing them tightly, too tightly. "You lied to me when we first met, you're lying to me now, how many times am I supposed to be played for a fool and just blindly believe you?"

She let out a cry as he grabbed her and defensively held her hands out to his chest, unable to look away from the fury in his eyes. "I wasn't playing you!" she protested desperately. "I was playing Angela! I was making her believe that I was on her side, exactly like we've been trying to do! I love you; aren't you listening?" She leaned closer, trying not to wince as the movement rubbed her shoulders raw at his touch. "I love you, despite everything! I want to be with you, despite everything!" She shoved at him ineffectually, more out of frustration than the pain he was inflicting.

"Prove it to me," he commanded in a low dark tone, keeping his tight grip on her arms. He wanted to believe her, he did, but he couldn't ignore that nagging voice in the back of his head that was telling him he was a fool if he did. That if she was playing Angela, who's to say she wasn't really playing him as well? How could he trust her?

But he wanted to trust her.

"If you love me, prove it."

Her anger faltered at his command, and her chest heaved as she gazed up at him, unflinchingly. She tried to shrug his hands off violently, but he wouldn't let go, and she didn't think electrocuting him off of her would prove anything to him. Instead, she reached down to start undoing the buttons of her top quickly, impatiently, which was all she could do under his steel grip. "My pleasure," she shot out. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm all yours, Gabriel. All of me. So take me."

Even through the anger in her voice, she could hear the waver of excitement.

Despite his anger he couldn't hold back the wave of desire he felt as she began unbuttoning her shirt. Even though he was angry and conflicted he couldn't deny the fact that he still wanted her with every fiber of his being.

"How do I know this isn't another trick? That you won't decide halfway through that you aren't ready or that you'd rather just gloat?" His grip loosened, just a little.

Finally, was her only thought as the pressure on her shoulders lessened, but she only bristled at his words, grabbing his shoulders and slamming him back into the seat to crawl into his lap.

He was so fucking stupid sometimes, and she pressed her lips hungrily to his, hand snaking into his slacks to grab him, moaning softly as she started to stroke him. "Shut up," she hissed against his lips, "fuck me."

He hissed out in pleasure as she slammed her lips against him. He felt himself growing harder beneath her touch, and that anger, that doubt, all of it seemed to become channeled through his desire for her.

"Gladly," he hissed out, his tongue pushing past her lips for entrance. His hands moved behind her to undo her bra, letting it fall down her arms. Large hands covered her breasts, causing him to groan against her.

She gasped out as he grabbed her breasts, his large hands dwarfing her, and parted her lips for him, licking and nipping and sparking his mouth and lips, her hand releasing him only to throw off her bra and reach to undo her pants frantically.

Blindly she reached back and to the side, biting at his lip and pulling him forward as she searched for the little hook, and unsteadily stood as she pulled it, pushing the chair back and giving her enough space to push her pants off her ankles and straddle him again.

As she lifted herself off of him he was undoing his own pants, shoving them off just in time for her to straddle him once more. He couldn't help but groan as his erection pressed against her thigh. His hands kneaded at her breasts as his lips pressed against her collarbone, licking and nipping at the skin there.

She threw her head back at the combined pleasure of his body, hot and hard between her thighs and his hands caressing her, his mouth on her skin. She brought her head forward to bite deep into his shoulder and grabbed his erection, rubbing against her already wet folds with a whimpering shudder.

He groaned against her skin as she bit into him, pressed his hardened member against her entrance. If that wasn't an open invitation, he didn't know what was. He slid his hands down to her hips, positioning her above him. He watched her for a moment, as if taking in the sight of her before pulling her down so that he slid inside of her, causing him to gasp loudly, a pleasant shudder passing through his body.

She cried out sharply, arced back, pushing down further and deepening the stroke. White hot heat spread into every inch of her body and she wasted no time before riding it, rocking against him, nails digging into his shoulders, his neck, his chest, eyes locked with his.

And she felt it, that connection; despite everything, it was still there.

He pushed up farther into her, meeting her movements with his own thrusts. He couldn't recall them ever doing it like this before, with her on top, in control to a certain degree, but there was something almost liberating about it. Freeing.

His hands pressed against her hips tightly. He could already see bruises forming on her shoulders from earlier and he had no doubt they would form here as well. His mouth moved everywhere, her chest, her shoulders, her neck, her face.

If anything, the connection only felt stronger than it had been before.

Her breath hitched, she nearly sobbed at every thrust, and wove her hands through his hair. She circled and rocked on him, alternating her movements until her lashes were fluttering at every brush of his mouth and every movement of his hips.

She gasped his name and caught his mouth with her own, her sobs turning into small uncontrollable cries. She rubbed against him and sparked into his mouth, her thighs shaking with exertion and the tightening coil within her.

His breathing became low and shallow as they continued moving in tandem. The sensations were so overwhelming, it was almost too much to bear. He returned the kiss eagerly, groaning into her lips as she sparked against him.

One hand left her hips to slide down her thighs, slipping between them to rub against her core. He was close, he could feel it, and he wanted to make sure she was driven over the edge as well.

The added pressure undid her with only a few strokes; if she was close to coming before, now she was unraveling hard and fast, gasping for air against his mouth and slamming her hips down on his as the waves of release pulsed into her mercilessly. She'd never come so hard, so completely, and she collapsed into his arms once it passed.

The way her walls clenched around him as she slammed down against him with no mercy, it was the last push he needed. He threw his head back as he gasped out her name, the white hot flash of release overwhelming him to the point where he couldn't focus on anything else. It was incredible. As good as it had always been with her, it had been better this time, and before he wouldn't have thought that possible.

When she collapsed into him he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. He panted for air, trying to catch his breath before even attempting to speak.

It took her a few bleary seconds to find the strength to even open her eyes, her chest heaving against him. Even then she only shut them again, both unable and unwilling to move. It'd been so... indescribable and his arms felt so good around her, his body so warm and close. She never wanted to move.

He grinned a little, brushing some of her hair away from her face. "If it's going to be this good, maybe I should make you prove yourself to me more often," he couldn't help but tease lightly. Any of the anger he had been feeling earlier, seemed gone now.

She smiled tiredly at the gesture and his words. "I'd be happy to whenever you want," she replied, and tilted her head up to look at his face. She reached a hand up to push back his hair, lingering to gently touch his cheek. "I missed this."

"I missed this too," he replied, letting his hand remain there, fingers tangled between soft blond strands. He was vaguely aware of the fact that they would eventually have to continue on the road and finish the job, but for now, he didn't want to move.

She smiled up at him and snuggled closer, their job her last concern. She swept her thumb over his bottom lip and sighed. "There are... other things," she said softly, "That she told me, that you should know. I don't know if she said them to try to convince me... or maybe they're true, or partially true. I don't know."

He shifted a little, raising a curious brow at her now. "What did she tell you?" After all, Angela could see the future. Had she told Elle something she had seen him doing? Or perhaps she had made something up along those lines. Either way, his interest was piqued.

Elle exhaled. "She said that--that you're going to take a some radioactive power from someone, and that you won't be able it control it... and you'll level New York City." She searched his eyes, his face for a reaction.

His first response was almost one of awe. To have that much power, it would be like being a god. He couldn't deny that part of him was attracted to that idea.

But then reality sank in. It was one thing to kill people for their powers, people who didn't deserve their powers, but that many innocent people? It wasn't a line he was particularly comfortable with crossing. Not yet, anyway.

Not to mention, his mother lived in Queens still. He paled a little at that thought.

"Do you think she was telling the truth?"

She shook her head, and brushed his cheek. "I really don't know, Gabriel," she said, "but it's not something I'd want to chance."

He nodded a little numbly. He hadn't had any trouble controlling the powers he had taken so far, but who was to say that wouldn't change in the future?

"Probably best to avoid it."

She nodded in agreement and pursed her lips together, leaning up to kiss him soundly in comfort. "What I don't get... is how she set you up to kill my dad... but... now she wants you to learn control. It doesn't make sense."

"Unless she's lying about wanting me to learn control," he muttered softly, his lips pursed and brows furrowed in thought. "Maybe she has a different end game planned."

"Why would she want to destroy that entire city?" she asked incredulously, but she couldn't deny the logic. "For Christ's sake, her son is running for New York senator."

She blinked in thought, lips parting. That couldn't just be a coincidence, could it...?

"I have no idea. Maybe she plans on having him be out of town at the time?" He frowned a little more as he thought. "Either way, I refuse to be her pawn. If she wants someone to do her dirty work, she can find someone else."

Sure, he was a murderer, but it was on his terms.

She shook her head and couldn't find a rhyme or reason of it, laying her cheek back on his chest. "I don't even think I care why anymore," she whispered darkly. "I just know I want her dead."

He laughed a little darkly at that. "If you want, that can be arranged."

She looked up at him; the idea of Gabriel cutting into someone's forehead was less traumatic when it was Angela Petrelli, and she was surprised she wouldn't mind it happening.

But no. This was something Elle wanted to do herself. "As long as I get to do it," she responded, as if claiming the kill. She supposed, she was.

"Fair enough," he replied, unable to hide the slight disappointment in his voice. Precognition would be such a useful power to have.

She rolled her eyes a little at his tone with a knowing look, and zapped the tip of his nose with a smile. "Of course it's fair. There are plenty of other powers out there."

He laughed softly, wrinkling his nose a little as she sparked him. "So you're okay with me taking other people's powers now, is that it?"

She sobered at that and looked away for a moment, generating a little tingling spark over his chest.

"I never really did have a problem with it," she said softly, and tilted her head back up. "I even wanted you to take Trevor's power." She smirked. "I kind of thought wanting it made you look sexy." She swallowed as her stomach turned, and then she shook her head wordlessly, sadly.

His stomach turned with a guilt a little at that. And now all she saw when he got that look was her father's corpse.

"I had no idea," he muttered. "I thought you wanted me to be kind, soft, harmless Gabriel Gray."

She let out a short laugh. "Maybe not so harmless," she said plainly. "I am a sadistic sociopath."

"And I'm a psychopathic killer," he replied with a small laugh of his own. "We're a good match."

"We fit," she said, walking her fingers back up his chest to zap his nose again. She shifted a little to reach his lips, pressing her own against them.

"We do," he murmured, leaning in to return the kiss.

She purred a bit as she pulled back lazily. "So what now?" They did have that job, she guessed.

"You mean we can't just screw around in the car all day?" he asked with grin. Because really, that idea had its merits... "I suppose we should finish that mission at some point, otherwise Angela might suspect that we're plotting against her."

She laughed throatily and sat back, the muscles in her legs a bit stiff around his thighs. "Or," she said, rising to her knees and leaning forward to brush her lips against his, "she'll think we're just screwing around in the car."

He laughed in agreement, leaning forward to brush his lips back against hers. "At least we don't have to worry about anyone taping us here."

"No," she giggled a little, and chased his brushing lips with her own, "just watching from the road."

"I hope not," he murmured, letting his hands ghost down her sides. "No one is supposed to look at you but me."

She felt a shiver at his possessive tone and his touch, and leaned in to kiss him fully on the mouth. "Same goes for you," she replied in a low voice.

"Fair enough," he replied with a soft chuckle, leaning in for another kiss.

She returned it with a soft laugh, weaving her hands through his hair and leaning forward to press him lightly back into the seat. "I think I'd like less looking," she murmured, and grinned into his mouth, "and talking."

He smirked in return, letting his hands travel down her back. "Is that so? I didn't think you'd be ready for another round so quickly."

"Oh, I'm sure I could be persuaded," she said, leaning into the movement with a small shiver.

"Is that so?" he asked, leaning in to lick teasingly at her jaw line. "I might just have to work on persuading you then."

"Please do," she said, gasping softly, and rubbing her hands up and down his chest.

"Gladly." He smirked a little, kissing, nipping and licking his way up her jawline before capturing her lips again.