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[evolutionaryimperative]

They got together on most of Elle's nights off now, usually at her apartment. They had tried going out for dinner once, but it had ended up being more awkward than anything else, really. Talking to one another still wasn't their strong point. At least if they were at her apartment, they could give up on the pretenses of dinner and conversation more easily. Which is often what ended up happening. Gabriel doubted that was normal, but then again there was little about their relationship (was it a relationship? they had never labeled it formally as such, but it was beginning to feel like one) that was normal to begin with.

Still, the last week or two had been nice. Almost too nice. He felt restless from it, on nights where he wasn't with her he usually stayed at his apartment, locked up in his solitude, plotting his next move. A few nights ago he had went to a strip club he hadn't been to yet, and another blond, Daphne Milbrook, showed up missing on the news a few days later. The official report was that there was a serial killer in their midst, and most of the clubs were beefing up their security because of it. Not that he minded. He liked a challenge. It helped quell that darkness inside of his head. That darkness that threatened to ruin everything. After all, Elle could never know what he truly was, what he was truly like. She would never accept him. Even though she had promised to never hate him, he wondered if that was really true, if she could even keep a promise like that.

But all of that was pushed into the back of his mind (as much as it ever could be)as he knocked on the door of her apartment, a pizza in his other hand to add to all the other dinners they never ate much of. He was dressed like he normally did outside of work, black jeans and a black button down shirt, complete with his worn leather jacket. His hair was slightly gelled and spiked. The glasses, vest and ties were all at home, tucked away in his closet. They were just a costume, this was who he really was.

Or as close to it as he could ever show her, at any rate.

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[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Now that doesn't sound fun at all," He chided before standing up and scooping her into his arms. It's not like it was the first time he had carried her anything. He brought her into the bedroom before playfully tossing her onto the bed. He then crawled on top of her, flashing her a grin. "What's the point if you're just going to lie there like a dead person?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She barely muffled the giggle that left her lips as he picked her up, as easily as she was paper. And she couldn't muffle the second giggle as she bounced onto her mattress, her arms and legs curling around him with a soft hum wrapped in a sigh. But she had an act to put on, so she yawned theatrically, pulling a hand back to cover her mouth. "Guess you just have a challenge ahead of you. You wanted a girlfriend."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I should reconsider if this is what having a girlfriend entails," He teased, easing his hand up her dress, brushing his fingers against her thigh. "Cause it's beginning to sound almost boring."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her legs parted further for him, her arms settling docilely above her head with a pout. "Think about how I feel," she whined gently. "Soon you're going to ignore me for sports games and make me bring you beers and sandwiches."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"And you'll never want to see me now, claiming you have to wash your hair to cancel dates," He said in a dramatic tone of voice as his fingers inched up her thigh slowly.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It was hard to not shift and arc a little impatiently, the muscles of her legs contracting and her toes curling with anticipation. "Hair gets really dirty, you know," she said softly, with an authoritative nod.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I guess I'll have have to make do with the time we have, then," He murmured, dipping his hand into her panties now, brushing his fingers teasingly against her entrance.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her breath came out as a relieved, sweet sigh, her eyes dipping down to flit over the sight of his fingers barely caressing her. "Well, I'm bored already," she whispered. "I might turn on the TV."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He clucked his tongue, tsking her. "We can't have that, can we?" And with that, he suddenly pushed his fingers up inside of her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She grunted in surprise and whimpered in reaction, her legs closing and framing his hips as she reached to still his hand, to slow it as her brows furrowed. "No. But if you keep treating it like a race I'm sure I'll get really bored."

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"I'm not treating it like a race," He protested with a frown as she grabbed his hand, slowing it down. And he wasn't, he was mostly just trying to get a reaction from her, honestly.

Though it was true that more often than not, things were hard and fast between them. Neither one of them seemed to waste much time when they fucked. Because that's still what they did, they fucked. They didn't make love, it wasn't usually slow or meaningful, and it almost scared him to think of what that would be like.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It's not like she wanted slow and meaningful--emphasis on meaningful. She'd never been with someone who cared about her enough or vice versa to possibly decide if she wanted all that sickening lovey dovey crap. They did fuck, and she liked to fuck. She had no problem with hard and fast at all, even though slow never hurt anyone. So his denial still grated on her nerves and twisted her lips into a belittling sneer, because she was still right. "So why exactly are you trying to stuff your whole goddamn hand up me before hardly getting me ready for it yet?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Because, I was trying to get you to respond," He snapped back. "I wasn't going to continue without getting you more ready." He didn't see what the big problem was, it was like he had shoved his dick in there dry or something.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her breath came out as an aggravated growl, her eyes rolling so far back into her head she was surprised they even came back. She didn't even care that she was being difficult and blowing it out of proportion, because she wasn't. "Congratulations, big boy, you got your damn response. Excuse me for giving you a few pointers about playing with my own parts."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I don't need any pointers," He growled, more than a little frustrated. Why was she being so difficult? It didn't make any sense. "I've never failed with playing with them before." Sure, there had been once or twice when she hadn't come, but that's because she had stopped him before she did so that wasn't his fault.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Whatever," she spat dismissively. Maybe that was true. But right now it wasn't. "Just like every other man. Why bother listening or trying? It's all in your dick, right? Just stick it in there and somehow everyone gets the big 'O'."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say I wouldn't listen but you're acting like I don't fucking try," And yeah, he was a little pissed off. He pulled away from her now, sitting on the other side of the bed. It wasn't just a matter of pride, though that was some of it, but she was acting like he was thoughtless when usually he worked his ass off to make sure she came too.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You just said you didn't need any pointers, asshole," she threw back at him, sitting up herself. Her words felt flimsy and thin and transparent, and the line of her lips was too hard as she glared at him. She knew he tried. He did try. He was like a fucking man on a mission making sure she came as hard and as often as possible. She wasn't quite sure why she'd gotten so mad that there had been a little discomfort when he'd stuck his fingers in her anymore. But she didn't care.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I don't but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be open to trying something different," He shot back, which was a flimsy argument at best, but he was frustrated and confused. What the fuck was her problem? He couldn't figure out how it had went from playing one moment to her being a bitch about things the next.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

That incensed her more than anything. His willingness. His incredulity at this entire situation. Something angry and awful lumped in her throat. "Just forget it, Gabriel," she shot out, her voice too uneven. Too emotional.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"No," He snapped. "I'm not just going to forget it. You don't get to flip out at me for no reason, Elle, and then tell me to just forget about it. I'm sorry but it doesn't quite work that way."

This was usually the part where they would change the subject and start making out again or something, because they both tried to avoid talking about any issues as much as possible but something felt different. Something had changed. He wasn't sure if it was because he thought of her as his actual girlfriend or what. He didn't know why his stomach was turned or why his hands were curled tightly around the sheets.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It did work that way. It always worked that way, and she stared at him wordlessly for a second too long, her shoulders relaxing just an inch from her lessening, blind rage. She felt it seeping away and didn't want it to. She needed to hold onto it, so she got up with sudden energy, walking to her dresser to much too violently pull a drawer open.

"It was a dumb argument. I'm tired," she announced, trying to sound forceful and angry, as if that would put an end to it. She pulled off her dress to replace in with a satiny tank top, tugging it down over her tummy.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"You're the one who started it," He muttered in annoyance, pulling off his pants and shirt, leaving him in his boxers and undershirt. Even though they were fighting, he still wanted to sleep here...which kind of bothered him. Wouldn't it just be easier to go home?

But if he went home he'd just be upset and unable to sleep and...he didn't want to go. It was simple and irrational but he just...didn't want to.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She didn't even bother questioning him getting ready for bed. Because she didn't think twice about it. He... always stayed over the nights he came over. Because he did, and it was just as much of a staple in her life as getting up and going to work lately.

Wordlessly, she walked around to the right side--her side--and climbed in under the cool covers, facing away from him, her lips pressed together and her eyes looking off into nothing. And the truth of the matter was she didn't want him to go. Just like that stupid first morning after, when he almost did and it hurt more than it should have.

She didn't want him to go, and she didn't want to be mad. She wasn't even mad anymore. Just confused and annoyed. "Yeah and Hitler killed Jews," she retorted sarcastically, shifting to get comfortable. "Good night."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He wasn't really angry either as much as confused and frustrated. Weren't things supposed to be easier now, now that they knew what this relationship was? Why did it suddenly feel so much more complicated. It was annoying and stupid.

He got into his side of the bed and lied on his back, staring at the ceiling. It felt weird not holding her close like he normally did when they slept. This would be the first time they shared a bed without sex happening. He didn't know why that felt important or different, but it did.

He just sighed softly as she spoke, speaking in a clipped voice. "Good night, Elle."