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Gabriel hadn't originally planned on coming back. It was smarter to just let the experience they shared the night before be a one night thing. So why was he here? Even he wasn't sure, but he felt the need to see her, the way he hadn't needed to see anyone in a long, long time.

As soon as he finished the last watch for the day he had closed up the shop and headed up to the apartment above it. He had changed out of his glasses and sweater vests into one of the outfits he wore off the job. Black slacks, a white shirt, and the same leather jacket he had worn the night before. Nothing special. It was never anything that could make him stick out.

After that he had headed out and before he knew it he was here, at the strip club where Elle worked once more. He made his way inside, sitting a little closer to the stage than he normally did. He tried to tell himself himself he wasn't making sure she would notice him, but that was a lie.

He leaned back and ordered a scotch (his usual), dark eyes scanning the area for her as a familiar song began to play for the next dance.

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That was all, and she was going to prove it. She nodded to the bouncer outside the room; there was always a few nearby for obvious reasons.

It was loud in the club, and crowded, but when she shut the door in the small room, the deafening den of people talking and the thumping bass of the speakers was drowned out. There was music in the room, of course, but it was clearer, and filled the tiny space better.

It was pink too, and so was the chair off to the side. There was a mirror as the opposite wall, and a pole was strategically placed between both.

She let go of his hand then--because it was too warm and big and reminded her too much of how it had felt on her skin--and walked the length, turning around and playing with the straps of her bra.

They fell off her shoulders, and she traced the delicate line of her collarbone, her lips pulling into a faint smile. "Topless?"

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"Either way is fine," Came his noncommittal answer. He actually kind of preferred if she left her top on. It would make it much easier to keep control of himself, which is something he had to do, no matter what.

The room seemed small to him, almost too small, but he guessed they did that on purpose, to really cement the private feel. The smallness made it seem even warmer then the main room had. Or maybe that was his nervousness. Maybe it was that glass of scotch he had drunk a little too quickly. Maybe it was a combination of all three. He wasn't sure.

He made his way over to the chair, taking off his jacket and draping it over it. That made things a little better, at least. He felt awkward and out of his element, neither thing being something he liked.

Maybe this had been a mistake.

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His answer annoyed her; it was as if she just asked him if he wanted to keep the television on. Either way is fine. What kind of answer was that? The correct one was to take it off, because nine times out of ten, that was always the answer.

Not that she hadn't heard his before, either. In shy little mutterings paired with awkward glances, as if she didn't know the real answer was yes. But he didn't mutter, and he didn't sound shy.

She tried not to huff in irritation as he sat, his posture tense and uncomfortable again, his figure taking up most of the seat and making him seem too big and out of place surrounded by so much magenta. She was still bristling at she stared at him, trying not to glare through the awkward pause.

"Fine," she bit out, with a little too much punch, and walked over without taking it off. It was his money.

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"You can take it off if you want to," He added at her snappy tone. Had he said the wrong thing? Probably. Interacting with others, especially women, had never been a strong point of his.

It didn't help that he was normally the type of person who just isolated himself.

"Can I still order drinks while in here?" He asked curiously. Maybe if he had another drink, he'd be able to relax more. That would probably make things a little easier on everyone, to say the very least.

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Why would she want to? As if she enjoyed taking her bra off so assholes could stare at her breasts and try to cop a feel like the dogs they were. And the way he said it, so innocently, just made her seethe quietly, as if it would be completely natural for her to want to.

But she smiled anyway. "It's your choice, silly," she said, a little sharply. "You're payin' for it. And no, you can bring them in, but I'm not your waitress."

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"I'll remember that for next time," He murmured in response to the question about the drinks. Assuming there was a next time. He didn't know if there would be yet. They would have to see how things went this time.

So far, they were going a little badly, to say the least.

"You can take it off," He finally said, giving a more definite answer to her previous question. It seemed liked the one she wanted, at the very least.

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Of course she could. And if he could have just said yes or no in the beginning, she wouldn't be so pissed off, and pissed off he said next time, because that meant she had to going through his awkward mumbling again.

That part about him wasn't very attractive, she thought. She should just concentrate on that part, she decided with a sweet, convincing smile, climbing into his lap.

She reached back to unhook the lacy material, and let it slip down her arms.

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His breath hitched as she climbed into his lap, just like she had the night before. His dark eyes looked over her creamy white skins as the lacy bra slid down her arms, exposing her breasts. They were perky, and much more real looking than more of the women at the club. A plus, in his eyes. He'd rather have them natural than huge.

His hands remain at his sides. He knows that even though they're in a private room, the rules are the same. He still can't touch. It's better that way.

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She threw the bra over the back of the chair, her anger a bit soothed by his silent approval. It was better than the crude vocal compliments that got old fast, at least.

Plus, she had a job to do, so she knelt, bringing her bare chest align with his dark eyes, her arms wrapping around his neck again. But she kept her distance, barely rustling his clothes as her body started to move in time with the music.

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He was glad to have taken off his jacket earlier, suddenly feeling much warmer as she removed her bra. He gasped softly as she began to move against him. She wasn't as close as she was yesterday, not yet anyways. He was only a little disappointed, really.

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It was easy to lose herself in the rhythm of the music, her body's tension rolling off of her with each sway of her hips. There was no reason to rush, of course. There never really was, and as always, when Elle was a little ticked off at her customer, she just let it out in productive ways, in her performance.

She pulled her arms away from him, letting her eyes flicker to his. Letting herself see the desire glazing over his vision, how much he wanted her as she let out her hands travel her body. They caressed over her thighs, flirted with the small strip of fabric between her legs before smoothing over her stomach and over her bare breasts. Her nipples hardened a little as she grazed them, and she gave them a little squeeze before shifting closer to him.

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Dark, glassy eyes took in her performance, watching as she squeezed her breasts and moved in closer to him now. She was so fascinating to watch, no wonder she was so popular. He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that her dance lacked the intensity of the one the night before, but what could be done about that?

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She knew she needed to keep her distance for no other reason than the strange ache in her stomach as his eyes consumed her every move. But she wanted him to lose it again; she wanted to make him lose it and keep herself together this time, too. She was a professional, and she did it all the time. He was a guy like every other guy. Rude and horny.

She ran her hands through her long, silky hair and slid off of him, swaying her hips around to the slow beat. She lowered herself back onto him, holding onto his thighs as she rubbed up and down his chest, rested her head on his shoulder and turned her cheek to face him, to watch his expression carefully.

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His body tensed a little as she began to rub up against him. He was determined not to loose it again. It had been embarrassing to allow it to happen the first time. He was supposed to have better control than that.

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She felt him tense and smiled, relaxing further against him with a soft, purposeful moan. There was nothing but the constant tantric beat of the music, the mirror of her body and hips pressing into his firm, warm chest, into his groin.

She tried not to think about how he felt, how his scent invaded her senses when she was so close. Tried not to admire the shape of his lips and the darkness of his eyes while she watched for little, telling cues of pleasure.

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A shiver ran down his spine at her moan, even though he knew it was fake, something she used to entice men. It was working though, as she pressed against his hardening member.

He tried now to pay attention to the smaller details like how nice her hair smelt or the way her eyes twinkled with mischief in the dark.

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She writhed into the firming outline of his erection, her back arcing with another little whimper and a knowing smirk. And despite her denial, he felt good--all of him. She shifted again, to face him, and hooked her arms around his neck for balance, her eyes half closed and watching him, always watching. She rubbed into him lightly, teasingly, dragging her breasts against him and making sure he got a view.

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He gasped softly in spite of himself as she dragged her bare breasts against his skin. He could feel the peaks of her nipples beneath the thin material of his shirt. His dark eyes remained fixated on her, like there was nothing there but him and her. It was pretty much that way anyways.

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Her breath was going a little uneven at his focused attention, from the reactive little shivers from the soft, warm friction against her breasts. She felt it, that tight little coil inside of her loosening as each press against him felt too good, too little and too much.

She came in closer, too close to his parted panting lips, his breath flushing against her already heated cheeks.

It was hard to stay professional when she wanted him.

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His breath hitched as she leaned in too close now, closer than she was supposed to be, he was sure. There was barely a gap between them now and he knew all he would have to do is shift his head and they would be kissing. He didn't do it though, as much as he wanted to. It was a surefire way to get himself thrown out.

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She wanted to lean in too--kiss him, cross that line and stop with the careful act. Nothing usually got in the way of what Elle wanted, even if it was wrong. Especially if it was wrong.

But he didn't pull away--he didn't do anything but stay painfully still, his breath stopping. She didn't expect him to pull away, and the fact that he didn't just take the bait like a lot of men would have made her want it more.

She pulled back, barely, just enough to guide his legs together and straddle him, her movements graceful but lacking any art--just single-minded determination as she pressed against him, rocking against his erection with purpose now. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and tugged so she could press her forehead to his, let her lips nearly brush his.

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His body tensed more as she pushed his legs together and straddled him, just like she had the night before. She was pressing against him, rocking against his arousal just like she did the night before.

But the difference now was that her hands were clinging to his hair and she was so close it was painful, and not nearly close enough. He tried to keep his composure, he did, but after a few moments of her sweet breath mingling with his, he could no longer resist. Despite the voice in the back of his head screaming that this was a bad idea he closed the gap, pressing his lips against hers.

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She felt his kiss all over, her lips parted on a soft, real whimper, a rush of relief and desire making everything seem warm and too sensitive, too real. She hadn't kissed anyone in a long time. Hadn't wanted anyone like this in a long time. Hadn't been pressed to someone like this because she wanted to be, because every inch of her was humming for it.

Her tongue pressed between his lips eagerly, surely, her hands releasing his soft, thick hair to run down his neck, his chest.

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He knew this was wrong, that if he got caught he might get thrown out and banned from coming back or seeing her again, but he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to stop himself, for once he just wanted to give into his impulses.

His mouth parted and his tongue met hers as his hands moved from his sides to her hips, fingers sprawling over her soft, creamy skin.

So much for the no touching rule.

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Elle was past caring about the rules, or if they were being followed, because she only followed them when they were convenient for her anyway. They were alone, as alone as she was sure they would ever be. So she was going to take what she wanted because she hadn't had it in too long. And he was perfectly able to give it as she rocked against him, shuddered against his careful hands and wanted them all over her. Wanted so badly to be touched and kissed and fucked. Her fingers dropped down to start unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, and she rubbed her tongue against his, slowing her firm, urging movements to tease him, to make him want it more.