"Do you normally make-out with the people you're hired to kill? It doesn't strike me as very professional."
"Put the gun down," Gabriel panted, not answering her.
"Why on earth would I do that?"
"Because you're not going to shoot me," Gabriel rep...
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Ash reluctantly spread her legs apart, preparing for the pat down she had idiotically suggested.
"Arms up," Gabriel told her while standing behind her.
Sighing, Ash raised her hands straight out beside her. She jumped when she felt Gabriel's hands on her shoulders. He slowly and gently ran his hands down to her wrists, then along the underside of her arms. As he got closer to her chest, she put her arms down in exasperation and pulled away.
"Is this necessary?"
Gabriel lifted her arms up again. "Apparently," he replied, going back to the pat-down.
She flinched as he followed the curves of her body, gliding past her waist, over her hips, down her thighs. He took off her boots, then moved his hands up the inside of her legs, giving her chills.
"I'm wearing tights Gabriel. Do you seriously think I could hide something inside them?" she asked, irritated, stepping away from him and turning around.
Gabriel raised his eyebrows. "The more you interrupt, the longer this is going to take."
Ash sighed and let him continue. As he ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, she found herself clenching her fists, her legs growing weak. She could feel him pressed up against her from behind as he snuck his hand under her skirt. She closed her eyes as Gabriel's fingers found what they were searching for and began to rub against the embarrassingly damp space between her thighs. Unable to stop herself, she let out a soft whimper.
Gabriel immediately pulled away. "Looks like you're weapon free," he told her with a slight smirk.
"You asshole," she replied, trying to stop herself from wanting him.
"Why would you say that?" he asked innocently.
"You know why."
"I'm just trying to be respectful," he claimed. "You were very clear that nothing is ever happening between us again."
"I hate you," Ash told him.
"What ever for?"
"For turning me on just to deny me and pretend it's because you're being 'respectful'" Ash snapped.
"So you are turned on then?" Gabriel said, talking a step towards her.
"Like you didn't already know," Ash shot back.
"True," Gabriel said with a smirk as he took another step. "I have to admit, I wasn't that surprised to find you wet. I was a little surprised to find you soaked. Someone's a little desperate, huh?"
The two were now inches apart, staring straight into each other's eyes. Ash felt another chill run through her.
"Fuck you," she whispered.
Gabriel immediately closed the gap between them, his mouth crashing on hers. She offered him no resistance, parting her lips and tilting her head back to give him complete access. His kiss was hungry, dark, and passionate. She felt him slowly tug down her cardigan, which she let fall to the floor. Kissing her neck, he grabbed her tank top, untucking it from her skirt. He pulled it over her head, his eyes greedily staring at her now exposed chest. He easily removed her bra and pushed her back against the wall.
