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Gabriel slept well for the first time in ages. His arms were wrapped around Elle's waist, keeping her close to him. Between the alcohol and the physical exertion he found himself sleeping in much later than he normally ever would. But eventually the sun pouring into the room caused him to stir, his eyes opening slowly.

It took him a moment to realize where he was. It wasn't his room. It wasn't even his apartment, which was strange because he pretty much never slept anywhere other than his apartment. But after a moment or two it came back to him. Running into Elle at the take out place, coming to her apartment, drinking the beers and barely eating. But what he remembered the most was the intense feeling between them, how they had explored each other's bodies so thoroughly.

He knew eventually she would stir and they would have to talk and it probably didn't mean anything in the long run but for now he just wanted to lie here a little longer, holding her close. Like they were more to one another than just casual acquaintances.

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It was strange, how she didn't panic as she woke up. Elle always slept in late--because of her job, because of her habits--but the sad truth was she hardly fell asleep in her bed. She liked having the TV on as if it could drown out her loneliness. Sometimes she thought she should get a puppy.

But she did sleep in her bed, sometimes. So when she woke up, she wasn't surprised. What was surprising was the overwhelming warmth of someone else, holding her to him close and tight.

Gabriel.

The memories washed over her as her eyes fluttered open, and that's when she panicked. How she had invited him over and cuddled and made out on the couch like teenagers, and those two beers that had made her silly enough to talk about him smiling.

She tried not to think about his mouth on her, how he had teased her and how she had teased him. How he came and how he had pulled her to him tight, just like they were now, and kissed her until they fell asleep.

Maybe she liked him, and she was realizing that now. Liked him for real. Like she hadn't liked someone since she was a naive little girl thinking some juvenile asshole could chase her demons away. That was dangerous.

She swallowed, wincing at the awful aftertaste of beer and morning breath, and turned her face into his neck, still groggy. "Morning," she murmured.