"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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Floating on a wave of euphoria, Ash laid next to Gabriel, both of them staring straight up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. Now that Gabriel had spilled himself inside of her, she finally felt satisfied. She also felt like it was going to be impossible to move anytime in the foreseeable future.
"Are you okay?" Gabriel asked her after a few moments.
For some reason, she was having difficulties answering. And her face felt strange. She brushed her cheek to find that it was wet. What the hell? Was she crying? She didn't cry.
"Querida?" Gabriel turned to face her, concerned.
Ash couldn't speak. She was confused, overwhelmed, and oddly cold. "I don't cry," she finally managed to say before the tears started flowing freely.
"Come here," Gabriel said, pulling her to him and wiping her tears away with his thumb. "It's okay. It's normal."
"What?" Ash asked through her tears.
"Intense sex can flood your body with all sorts of different hormones. It can be overwhelming, especially when you're not used to it."
"Well I don't like it," she said, tears still falling down her face. "Next time I get to be the one with the knife."
An amused smile spread across Gabriel's face. "Let's relax for a bit," he suggested. "We're safe for now. We can just hold each other and talk, okay? We have the room until noon."
The feeling of Gabriel's fingers brushing across her scalp was so soothing. Ash felt her eyelids droop, even though she had just woken up an hour ago.
"Okay," she murmured, shifting to rest her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry," Gabriel said, still stroking her hair. "I shouldn't have let you talk me into that."
"At least now we know I can handle your worst," Ash replied weakly. When Gabriel didn't respond, Ash looked up to see an unmistakable expression of pity in his eyes. She lifted her head up to glare at him.
"Seriously?" she complained, dropping her head back down on the pillow in frustration.
"You're not ready Querida," Gabriel said gently. Ash could tell he was trying to sound kind, but it just came off as patronizing. "To be fair, I wasn't sure you would be able to handle this. I'm glad I was wrong."
"What is worse than what we just did?" Ash demanded. "Next time are you going to fuck me while holding a gun to my head?"
"Is that what you want?"
"I just don't understand how that wasn't your worst," Ash mumbled, sulking. She wished she had enough energy to be frustrated, but she was so exhausted.
"My innocent Querida," Gabriel murmured, kissing her forehead. "I haven't even gone near your ass."
"What are you talking about? You started this whole thing by spanking me," Ash replied.
