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[evolutionaryimperative]

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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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"That was so good," she murmured when she pulled away for air, her body feeling heavy and tired as she relaxed against his chest.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"It was," He murmured softly in response, brushing some of her hair away from her face as he caught his own breath.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

The gentle touch stirred her a little to her senses--because she shied away from it instinctively, turning her head to rest on his shoulder to give her body a moment to pull together. But her mind started to work again, about the fact she just fucked a customer, didn't use protection, and she had no idea where he'd been.

It didn't really matter, of course, in the long run. She'd fucked random people before, and there were pills and clinics for the rest, but she had never had sex with a customer before. Not one she was attracted to, and not on a whim.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Gabriel's own mind was reeling as he held Elle close to him instictivly. He had never had sex with a stripper before, hell, before yesterday he had never even really talked to a stripper before. It was a lot to take in. He hadn't even brought any protection with him. He could have knocked her up or gotten a disease or something.

He didn't know what to say or do. Was he supposed to still pay her or would that be an insult now? He waited for her cue on that one. He didn't want to insult her or anything like that.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She panted softly against his shoulder, her brows furrowing and her muscles tensing just slightly as he embraced her. She didn't like being hugged. Or cuddled. Or much of anything that wasn't overtly sexual, and her mind spun a little as his arms wrapped around her and held her.

She didn't want that. She had wanted sex. Easy, quick sex.

She pulled away from him, maybe a little too quickly, and stood on shaky legs to adjust her panties where they should be. Resolutely, she put on her best grin as if everything was fine, even though her fingers were unsure and clumsy. "That was fun," she said carelessly, and reached behind him to pluck up her bra.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"It was," He murmured in agreement as he began to tuck himself into his pants. She was acting strange. He wondered if it was because of him. Had he done something wrong? Probably. It seemed like he was always doing something wrong, especially when it came to women.

He watched her curiously as she readjusted her panties. Wouldn't she need to clean herself up before going back on the floor? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to ask either.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She looked plainly at his confused, studying look, and skirted her eyes around his, never quite meeting them. She slipped her bra back on, and reached back to hook it with ease. He was zipping himself up though, and that was a good sign. A good sign of what, she wasn't sure. She just didn't want him to get the wrong idea about what had happened.

"I need to clean up," she said, and shot him a dull smile, and it annoyed her it didn't feel real or strong. Plus, it was true enough that she needed to clean up, maybe change, and she couldn't do it in a room with just a chair and a pole. Maybe she would just go home. She felt tired suddenly. "I'll see you."

Not that it mattered, and she wasn't sure why she said the flippant words in the first place.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He knew what it was. It was just a one time thing, he was sure. Which was weird, because he usually never did things like this. But there was something almost oddly liberating about it, really.

He finished tucking himself in and began to button his shirt back up now, getting ready to leave. He nodded his head a little to acknowledge her words. "I'll see you."

Although he was pretty sure he wouldn't be coming back here after this. It would probably be best if he didn't.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

That was fine with her. It would be bad for business, anyway. She got what she wanted, he got what he wanted, so he could get his kicks elsewhere now. It was Vegas; there was never a shortage of strip clubs.

She straightened her bra out and shook her hair out, turning to walk to the door with her head held high, her hesitation gone. "Sure," she called back indifferently, and walked out without looking back.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Gabriel nodded as he watched her leave. It for the best that they didn't seen one another again anyways. It would just make things complicated, which was the last thing he needed in his life.

Instead he just finished adjusting his shirt and grabbed his jacket before heading out of the room and leaving the club.