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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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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"It's nothing," she whispered, denied until the very end. It was the only way. Only way she could get through anything; she was sure of it. But her eyes closed, her arms encircling his waist and clinging to the back of his shoulders. She leaned against him, buried her face into his chest. That was soothing. That helped. Chased all the bad stuff away.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"It's not if it does this to you," He whispered softly, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. At the very least, he could do this for her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," she murmured, her body slumping against him, depending on his strength to hold her almost completely. She'd never been... held like this. And she was fine. She was numb, so nothing could touch her. Secure in his arms. It was more than she'd ever had before, and it was enough.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He decided it was best, in the long run, not to argue with her. Instead he juts held her, threading his fingers through Elle's hair. He wasn't sure what else he was supposed to, honestly.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

There was nothing else she would have wanted. Needed. Could possibly articulate and ask for. At least she was wrong. He cared enough to push, to want to know. Just like she thought to want and push sometimes, too. "I'm tired," she whispered, turning her head to rest her cheek on his chest.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Let's go back to bed," He murmured softly, waiting for her response. Maybe she would still want that shower, but more than anything, after everything they had hashed through tonight, sleep sounded better than anything else to him right now.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She didn't want that shower. She hadn't really wanted it in the first place, and all she wanted to do was sleep, too. Just lie down with him and rest. In the morning she would be normal; she knew it. She just needed time. Time to lay still. She felt like maybe it wouldn't touch her that way; it would go away.

She nodded then with a sigh, reluctant to let him go.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He carefully led her back to the bed now, tugging her down with him as he lied down. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

He couldn't shake the fact that no matter what, things had change between them now, and not just in title. Things felt different, suddenly. More intense, more real. More fragile.