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Luckily, the furthest thing in his mind for now was wanting Alek. But, as always, the thought was in the back of his mind, waiting.

"Yes, but we're careful, unlike the idiots in L.A. or Michigan. You're safe . . . we're safe." he assured, looking into her eyes with a soft smile. His eyes slightly narrowed before nodding to her request.

"Of course I will. I promise nothing will happen to me, as long as you promise to not get hurt," Gabriel whispered, sighing gently as she stroked his lip with her soft thumb. His tongue slowly darted out, licking her thumb before he kissed it gently, looking at her the entire time with a passionate fire in his eyes.
 
"I will be...I promise," she murmured with an assuring smile, only before her vow was interrupted by a soft, timid moan. He licked her thumb, and her heart fluttered in delight whilst her thighs pressed together firmly. Gods...if he kept staring at her that way, she'd be forced to tackle him if he didn't do anything beforehand. It was obvious they wanted one another...hell, she was sitting on the edge of her bed, donned in only her bra and thong. If that wasn't a bold statement to make, she didn't know what was. Maybe tonight, considering the certain circumstances...was the night that they finally gave in to what they wanted.

She slowly pushed her thumb into his mouth, the passion in his gaze mirrored within her own. "Gabe," she said in a breathy tone, almost pleading.
 
Gabriel smiled gently as she complied. Now, with worry and comfort out of the way, he was able to concentrate on pleasing her. He felt her thumb pushing past his lips, and did nothing to stop it. In fact, he leaned forward just a bit to take more of the digit in. His tongue steadily circled around her thumbs, gliding the wet muscle over the flesh before gently sucking on it.

His hands slid from her back to place themselves upon her waist and squeeze her gently before picking her up and putting her on his lap, straddling him for just a moment. Gabriel then turned around and pushed her to the bed, moving on top of her, all the while his mouth gently sucking on her thumb. However, he pushed it out with his tongue and leaned in, kissing Aleksandra fiercely as a deep, sensual growl emanated from his throat. "I want you, Alek..." he whispered between the kiss, pressing himself upon her, his erection grinding against her groin. The need for her was insanely bad, so much so that it was painful just being near her.
 
There was something horribly erotic with the way he suckled and tended to her thumb with the aid of his tongue. It quickly drove her into a state of ravishing tingles and a prominent, bright blush. She could only sit there, her eyes heavily lidded with arousal whilst her core throbbed heedlessly, unable to contain the rupturing amount of pleasure she was obtaining from this teasing, light act.

Aleksandra did nothing to retort against him when he moved her around, only giggling despite herself. Her thumb was now wet with his saliva, and her heart was thrumming fretfully within her chest. He was going to drive her absolutely crazy, wasn't he? The poor dear could do nothing against the onslaught of sensations that were currently plaguing her prone form, and while she quickly found herself pushed to the bed, with the steady weight of him on top, she knew she wouldn't be able to tell him no. She wanted this, so bad it physically hurt her, and she had gone so long without giving in already. Finally, she had reached the end of her patience. Her mouth opened hotly, welcoming him inside all too eagerly. She withered and pushed into him, making it so utterly obvious that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. "Then have me," she whispered against his lips, her legs shamelessly spreading, welcoming the slow grind of his cock up against her mound. "Take me, Gabe...please, just fucking take me," Aleksandra begged, her spine arching and chest perking.
 
Gabriel waited so long for the moment that Alek would allow him to get closer to her, and now was that time. He crushed his lips against hers, growling in arousal as he held his body against hers. Both of their scents were doubly strong now, and the hair on the back of his neck attested to it that they were ready.

He deftly unbuckled his belt, pulling it away to undo his pants without missing a beat. Below, he wore a pair of loose boxers, and hidden beneath was his erection, forming a hard tent as it quivered in anticipation. Moving his hips in, the tent prodded between her legs, digging into her thong as far as he could before retracting with a deep moan. There was a dark spot of wetness on the area where the head was, and it allowed him to see just how much Alek wanted him.

"All right..." he breathed, using his fingers to unroll her panties, exposing more flesh by the second. It wasn't until they were hanging on her ankles, and he got his first look at her actual womanhood. This almost pushed him into overdrive, and had to remind himself that she was still a virgin. Then, pushing down his boxers, he exposed the stiff erection he obtained, the head swollen and quivering, the shaft thick and hot, pulsing with each second. He took himself by the shaft and guided his cock to her moist lips, about to finally touch-

He heard his phone ring. And judging from the tone, it was Alek's father. A heavy, disappointed sigh left his lips. "Dammit..."
 
Gods, if he continued to growl like that...there was no assurance on what she might do next. It was quickly getting beneath her skin, making her squirm and wither in mounting need to have him in, on, and all around her. Aleksandra had long since waited for this moment...and though, under certain circumstances that would ultimately lead quite a few people to believe that it would all be a mistake, she couldn't shake away the fact that it just felt...well, it felt right. At least to her it did, and that's all that really mattered, no? So she didn't push him away, but rather pulled him closer, moaning lowly against her heavy breathing.

Her eyes, heavily lidded with lust, gazed down towards his exposed member and she felt her mouth practically water. He was gorgeous...and he was so close, right there, nearly touching her most sensual of locations. Her toes curled in anticipation, whilst the thin material of her thong was gradually dragged down across the shapely length of her thighs and calves. Whilst she remained there, beneath him, comfortably pinned to the bed by his weight, Aleksandra couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't done this sooner. Maybe there was a reason...maybe there was an unknown force behind all of this, urging for his hips to slide in closer, the tip of his cock nearly a breath away from her-- Was there a reason behind his phone ringing, though, too? Her lashes fluttered and she blinked, a bit confused and not truly understanding why in the hell, of all times, this had to happen.

She sighed loudly, turning her head off to the side before her hand slipped down and she cupped her mound, trying to cover herself. "He has great timing," she muttered to herself.
 
"Yeah..." Gabriel, sorely disappointed as he stood up, not bothering to clothe himself just yet as he strode over to his cell phone, his muscles flexing and crunching in the light. He picked up the phone, planting his other hand on the counter as he spoke. "Yessir? Mhm. I'm-" he paused, glancing back at Alek.

"I'm at your daughter's place, Sir. Yes, we were talking about..." Gabriel then became silent as he listened to the man on the other line. Shock was written all over his face, and the hand holding the phone nearly crushed it. "Wh-What? Right now..? No, of course not, I'll be right over. Goodbye, sir," said the young man, shutting his phone. He raced over to his pile of clothes and jumped into them, quickly sliding on his shirt and pants, buckling his belt without missing a beat. "I'm sorry, Alek. I've got to go. They need me in Michigan now." he said, his face and tone grim as he pulled his shirt on.
 
Aleksandra was beyond frustrated, her eyes wracking over the rippling muscles of Gabriel's back...his arms and torso. To think, she had been so utterly close to having him pressed fully against her, completely inside of her...gods. The young woman sat up then, looking every bit as confused as she felt, her fingers slow in grasping upon her underwear that were still conveniently wrapped loosely about her ankles. It was only until Gabriel's voice grew concerned, did she look up and catch wind of something obviously being wrong. Had there been another attack? Was there someone missing? Aleksandra was about to say something until--

He was leaving? Now?

She immediately scampered to her feet, her heart beginning to race wildly as she shimmied her hips to and fro, finally getting that tiny little thong back onto her body. "What," she asked, feeling as if a moment of pure bliss was not only taken away from her, but was now shunned. "You're leaving now? Why? What happened? When are you coming back," Aleksandra asked, her voice wavering as her eyes began to water. She wasn't sure why she was crying, maybe because they had been interrupted...or perhaps it was the dreadful inkling that there was a chance of Gabriel never returning to her. "Gabe...please, tell me," she whispered, reaching out.

Her fingers brushed his wrist and she bit into her bottom lip, her expression that of absolute distress and sorrow.
 
As the lycan tucked in his shirt, he turned to Aleksandra and frowned to see her expression and words of distress. He walked in close to her, placing a rough hand on her waist while the other embraced her cheek. "There is a rumor that a politician has been killed. One of us. I need to help them and hunt down the people that are doing this," he explained, shushing her quietly as he held her to his hard chest. How he wanted to stay close to her, wanting to skin his fingers into her flesh and taste her for the first time, but he would have to wait.

"I will be back soon. I do not know, but I promise you that I will not be harmed. I will return soon, Alek..." he said quietly, leaning down to press his lips to her. He moaned gently, not wanting to leave her alone without anyone to touch, but reluctantly the broke the kiss. "I..." he paused. He was certainly ready to say those three precious words, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. "I will return." And with that, he hesitantly let go of her, grabbing his cell phone and running out the way, growling deeply as he dug in deep inside himself to use the speed his Wolf was gifted with, vanishing into the thick, dark woods.

"A motel? Really?" Daniel remarked flatly, walking inside the small room with two creaky beds. The walls were cracked and the floor were covered with a dingy carpet, but at least there was a heater. So they had that. "Just until the deal for the house comes through. Not long; a couple nights," his father said, throwing down his briefcase and bags before pulling off his shirt, exposing the built, tanned body that he had. Daniel grumbled in jealousy; yes, he had an athletic form, but he wished that it was a bit more like his father. It would certainly make him feel better about himself.

"I'm taking a shower," his father added, walking into the small bathroom, slamming the door as he undressed, leaving Daniel alone. There wasn't much to do now, except to sleep... and think of the beautiful, unique waitress he met in the diner. Aleksandra was constantly on his mind as he got undressed, pulling on sweats before climbing into bed. He just couldn't sleep, and so he stared at the ceiling for a bit, hoping that would lull him off into dreamland. It didn't.
 
And he left her there, nearly half-naked, with her mouth tingling from the remnants of his lingering kiss. It was frustrating, not knowing exactly when he would return to her, if ever...but, Aleksandra couldn't help the feeling that urged her to believe, that this all happened for a reason. Perhaps they weren't suppose to consummate their strange, rebellious infatuation with one another in the heat of the moment. She wasn't sure what to feel, though, and she instead opted to merely hope that no more of her kind, were injured. It truly was frightening, to realize that the assassinations were growing close, at an increasing speed.

"Fuck," she murmured to herself, turning right back around after she had switched off her bedroom light. She curled up within her bed, hidden beneath the soft sheets and was thoroughly displeased with the insistent throbbing betwixt her thighs. Maddening it was, to have her clit aching like that...and Aleksandra knew, that if she wanted to have any sort of restful sleep tonight, she would need to take care of her little problem, herself. It wasn't as if she hadn't done such before...but, well, it was a bit disappointing, considering she had just been lavished upon with the touch of a man. Well, Gabe was more of a...beast.

As she stroked her hand down, intent on relieving the mounting pressure, the strangest thought came to mind.

Daniel.

Why the hell was she thinking about him, at a moment like this? Her lashes fluttered to a close and she bit into her bottom lip, humming gently whilst the tips of her fingers teased across the front of her panties. He was awfully cute...maybe that was why...or maybe it had to do with all of the attacks, and now, suddenly, there was someone new in town? It was all so overwhelming, and she didn't have the heart to think about any of it. Instead, she just imagined that cute, hooded tourist to be in bed with her, taking Gabe's place for one reason or another. She must have been so tired...too tired, to actually think straight...
 
Daniel still had the same problem from before; couldn't sleep, because of her. Of course, he had to be honest with himself. He thought about fucking her. She was positioned above him, hovering about the tip of his cock, both of them sweating and breathing before she plunged herself on the thick shaft...

The young man looked down and sighed, seeing the hard erection in his pants. "Dammit..." he muttered, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. Soon enough, his father came out, towel wrapped around his waist before he sat on the bed. Daniel turned on his side, away from his father. Suddenly, his eyes felt droopy, and finally... he slept.

He was able to sleep a whopping eight hours before he was woken up by the man that towered over him. "Come on, get up. I have another business meeting today, and I don't want you inside all the time," his father said sternly, walking away as Daniel got up. He was relieved to find that he had a dreamless sleep. No thoughts entered his head about Aleksandra... until then, of course. He shook off the feeling and got dressed, wondering if she was working today.
 
Today was going to suck royally. She knew that the moment she opened her eyes, a flood of memories of what had transpired last night hitting her firm in the chest. It left her breathless and immobile for a moment, feeling as if she wanted to simply remain curled up in bed for the rest of the day. Yet, Aleksandra sadly enough had responsibilities that she needed to keep true to, specifically her job of opening up the diner. She was already half an hour late, and the last thing she needed to hear was her Aunt Cherise complaining about her slacking off just because of her 'boy' problems. Whether or not she believed her, it was so much more than that.

It was the fact that she had very nearly lost her virginity to Gabe, someone she had known her entire life, and someone she could very well end up spending the rest of her life with. However, by the hand of the deities above, they had been stopped short of practicing their hormonal driven urges. She was still as untouched as she had always been, even if she seemed to tingle a lot more now...knowing just how delicious that anticipation had been. Still, despite all of that mounting stress and sexual drive...she was worried about him. In fact, she was worried about her entire family now. Those murders were growing closer, dangerously fast...

The coffee was brewing, the muffins were warming, and the doors were unlocked. The breakfast and early lunch crowd would be fairly dead, considering it wasn't close to Friday, and thus forcing everyone to live without their ritualistic homemade omelets. She really didn't mind, as she was far too tired and peeved to even think about stirring eggs. All she was intent on doing was filling herself up with caffeine, and trying to get her mind from imploding on itself. Aleksandra finally sat herself at the counter-bar, dressed in a simple pair of cut-off denim shorts and a considerably tight, equally ripped tank top. The outfit was less than fitting for a professional business, yet anyone who knew the fiery orange-headed punkster already knew that she didn't quite fit in to the drowned, deafening scene of causality. If they didn't like it, well, they could rightfully shove it.
 
It was considerably warmer in the morning, though it was still cold. Even then, he was able to just wear his t-shirt and jeans. The shirt was plainly white, and yet it still hid the body underneath. He neglected to wear a belt this time, instead knowing that they wouldn't fall. His hair was ruffled and his shoulders were slumped. A sure sign of his meekness when his father wasn't around. But all in all, he looked down. Now for some breakfast.

Locking the door, Daniel jogged down the stairs and broke into a stride down the sidewalk. His eyes calmly took in everything, wanting to remember every little thing. It was going to take longer than he expected, but he was in no rush.

Soon enough, he saw the diner and smiled, entering the establishment. The bell dinged lightly as he came in, smiling at the warmth. His eyes immediately registered that Aleksandra was indeed working today, but didn't see her friend from last night. He was glad. Daniel walked to the booth that he sat in before, his mouth practically watering over the choices.
 
The bell jingled, and her attention slowly turned towards the cause of such a happy little tune to call out. She was a bit surprised to see Daniel, as she hadn't expected him to show up again...at least, not this soon. Nonetheless, tired or not, she smiled, watching him find himself a seat, the same one he had occupied last night. So, she had to cook after all, and somewhere deep down, Aleksandra didn't really mind one bit, only because it was him. Downing the last of her creamy coffee, she hopped off of the stool and made her way towards the other, her hands already occupied by a tablet and a pen. Time to get to business...

"Hey there, stranger," she greeted, stopping short of colliding with the edge of the table. Her eyes briefly glanced over his appearance, before meeting his own. "So, hungry again, hm" she asked playfully, flipping open her booklet to a new page. "Need a menu, or are you already craving something? We have the usual, so...I guess we'd more than likely have what you want," Alek mused, feeling the caffeine already kicking in.

Or...maybe she was just a bit happy to have him as company.
 
Daniel glanced up at Aleksandra and noticed that what she was wearing was particularly casual and sexy. He cleared his throat and smiled. "Hey there, Aleksandra," he said.

He immediately had another response to being hungry and craving something, but decided it wouldn't be the greatest of moves. Instead, "Yeah, actually. Can I get some . . . french toast, strawberries on the side, eggs, and bacon? Oh, and a glass of orange juice," he answered with a smile. At the moment, he was considerably more relaxed and casual without any added pressure.
 
"Well then...you've worked up quite the appetite," she mused teasingly, her eyes tipping down towards him after she had quickly jotted down his order. She couldn't blame him, breakfast was the more important meal of the day, after all. Which, was horribly ironic considering she had only had a single cup of coffee thus far. "It'll be ready in a few, I'll go get your juice," Aleksandra informed, turning around on the heels of her boots. Although the orange juice wasn't freshly squeezed, it was just as delicious and she figured a large glass would tide him over throughout his entire feast. Heck, maybe she was spoiling him a bit.

The smell of sweet and savory goodness quickly filled the air, as she finished up his eggs and french toast, the bacon soon following. The strawberries had already been pre-made, soaking in the fridge with a mixture of sugar and a bit of water. The fruit was dripping with it's own syrup, and a heaping helping was placed snug against the powder-sugar covered concoction. It was perfect, and Aleksandra didn't bat a single eyelash at her culinary skills. She had been doing such since she was a small child, and thus, it only came secondhand to her. Daniel would certainly be happy, and as she settled down the plate in front of him, she couldn't help but lick her finger clean of a bit of lingering nectar. "There you go," she said, smiling down towards him, "And you better eat it all...or, well...I'll be forced to take drastic measures." Now, time for some more coffee.
 
Luckily, Daniel had restrained his eyes from looking as she walked away. He knew that she said that she didn't mind, but couldn't help but feel a bit rude from doing so. While he waited, Daniel took out his cell phone and checked his messages. Unfortunately, his friends had neglected to contact him for whatever reason. They couldn't have been angry, as they knew it wasn't his choice.

The young man nodded in thanks to the juice and took a drink, sighing in contentment as the liquid ran down his throat. It was surprisingly tangy, which he didn't mind at all. He continued to wait patiently, and soon the smell of his breakfast entered his nose, and he thought he was pass out from it. His stomach rumbled, and he bit his lip to keep from drooling. Once the plate was set down in front of him, his eyes soaked up every bit of the food and grinned. Oh, it looked absolutely delicious. "So, is this a good day, then?" he asked with a chuckle. He was a bit confused by her parting words, and couldn't decipher the meaning. Instead, he shrugged it off and dug in, eating with a small smile on his face.
 
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