"C'mere," she whispered, and reached to curl her fingers into the lapel of his familiar, worn jacket. It was easy for Elle to pull herself against him, her petite figure scooting to avoid the pizza box and her head tipping back and her eyes falling closed to give him a lingering kiss.
She hated it a little that she waited to do that all day now. That even as she caked cover-up on her marred neck and glared at the other girls that gave her knowing looks and snickers, even as she danced for other men of the sloppingly drunk, disgusting variety, and even as her regular customers smiles dropped if they noticed Gabriel's stupid bite marks and shattered their goddamn illusions, this was what she wanted to do at the end of the day.
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Date: 2010-05-12 03:59 am (UTC)She hated it a little that she waited to do that all day now. That even as she caked cover-up on her marred neck and glared at the other girls that gave her knowing looks and snickers, even as she danced for other men of the sloppingly drunk, disgusting variety, and even as her regular customers smiles dropped if they noticed Gabriel's stupid bite marks and shattered their goddamn illusions, this was what she wanted to do at the end of the day.
Kiss her lover.