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[justgabriel]

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

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[electrocutesy]

Elle was a little bit lazier about getting up, and she spread out on the bed with a tired yawn and a big stretch, wanting to ignore his question. She didn't want to go anywhere, even if Candice's body was still at the foot of the bed. It wasn't the first time Elle had killed someone, and she usually got a slap on the wrist if it was someone unimportant. (Candice was unimportant, at least to her.)

Eventually, she curled into herself and fell to one side, hugging one of Gabriel's pillows to her chest. "More sex?" she suggested with a little smirk. The second time had been better, so Elle assumed the third would be, too. Or a nap. She could nap.

[justgabriel]

"We agreed to stop for now, remember?" He teased. He bent down and picked up her clothes from the ground, playfully tossing them ontop of her. "So get dressed." He really wasn't in the mood to get lectured by Angela for skipping his training or whatever. He was in too good of a mood to deal with something like that.

[electrocutesy]

A soft whine left her, and she held the pillow tighter. They had agreed, but that didn't stop Elle from pouting about it, even if it was with a smile. She wasn't really worried about Angela, and she didn't really understand why Gabriel was. Elle would go out of her way to annoy her, really.

And besides, they weren't technically skipping training. No one had taught her how to train him, anyway.

"I don't even know how to train you anyway," she muttered rebelliously, craning her neck for her panties. She didn't quite know where they were.

[justgabriel]

It was hard to explain, but Angela's approval was important to him. Almost like she was his mother or something. She wasn't, he knew that, but she had practically taken him in like one. She had been the one to rescue him and help nurse him back to health after the accident. That counted for something, right?

"I'm sure you'll figure something else for us to do," He smiled as he finished adjusting his tie. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, styling it so he didn't look like he had just been rolling around in bed for a few hours.