Italics signal thoughts, bold signals flashbacks and bold italics signal telepathic conversations.
A/N: Okay, this was like the shortest chapter in the history of and I felt guilty, so I decided to be a good girl and rewrite completely. You'd better like it, I slaved on this rewrite for a LONG time!
This chapter is dedicated especially to Jouliana, here goes what you asked for… but keep in mind that I had to keep this R-ish since NC-17 isn't allowed here and the last thing I need is to get kicked off rolls eyes I seriously hope you enjoy this chapter, I had you in mind as I revised!
Chapter three: The taking
Shalimar tried to open her eyes, but her lids felt too heavy. Her whole body ached as if she had fought, but she couldn't remember a thing. She focused on it and finally started remembering tidbits…
She knew Brennan was going to bring it up, so she just glared at him. Wasn't he completely clueless? It was bad enough she had totally lost it and kissed him, but did he have to remind her, and on top of it, ask questions about it? It wasn't an issue of him being a bad kisser, he was quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. The issue was much more about the consequences of it on their friendship. As she pondered this, she picked up a scent. A scent that was familiar, in a not-so-good way: it was Gabriel.
She ran, leaving Brennan to try to catch up. By the time she reached Gabriel, Brennan was still far behind. I'll take him on myself she thought, just as Gabriel had anticipated. By trying to fight him on her own, she had played right into his hands. Before she could do anything, Gabriel pulled her into an alley and slipped off her comlink, leaving it in the floor. "Don't move", he commanded, "I want to see the look in his face when I take you with me."
She heard Brennan's footsteps approaching, and managed to catch Gabriel off-guard, biting him, which kept him occupied long enough for her to scream Brennan's name. As he ran to her, and they locked gazes, Gabriel removed the cardboard that had kept the door available for him to open from the outside, and pulled her in when Brennan's hand was mere centimeters from hers. Gabriel's feral stealth was too much for even a fast guy like Brennan to handle, and the last thing she saw was Brennan's deceived face as the door closed before him. Angered she fought Gabriel, although the entire fight had been a blur.
She figured she must have lost to him, because she sure as hell wasn't home. That much, she knew for sure. Once again she tried to open her eyes, and again it was impossible. She heard steps coming closer, and trembled. It was him. He opened the door and greeted her as usual. She could hear the rustle of clothes being taken off, and thankfully, it wasn't hers. Then, something struck her… hers weren't being taken off because she wasn't wearing any. She was already naked… and then she understood what her dreading meant. She tried to move, but her body wasn't listening to her brain.
She could feel his body coming closer to hers and she just shuddered. Don't, she pleaded, please just lie beside me and don't touch me. The moment his breath was on her neck, and his hands on her body she knew it was over. No such luck, eh? Then just please let this be over fast. As he moved softly, she knew he was determined to make it last. She clamped her eyes shut. She was frightened by what she felt, but somehow she knew there was much more to come. She was immobilized by her fear. If only the pain would go away…
Soon she could feel his wet and hungry mouth on her neck and jaw, then on her mouth, his tongue ramming against hers, trying to deepen their 'kiss', but she couldn't react. Soon he got tired and simply entertained himself with touching her and looking at her body. She kept whimpering, racking her brains trying to find something she could do to drive him away. Instead, she could soon feel him inside her, and all the feeling left her body. She just cried, sobbing with every thrust.
No matter how much she tried, she couldn't shake off the feeling that that Brennan loved her. That all of this was hurting him, too. She could almost see him, tossing and turning in bed, realizing that there was someone else taking her, someone else sharing her bed. Somehow she felt she was betraying him, even if she wasn't consenting in the act. The mere fact of it happening was more than enough to make her feel guilty. As she thought about this, she could hear Gabriel getting up and leaving, and relief flooded her body as she broke down.
Her tears, though flowing freely, did little to cleanse her face from the shame that consumed her. She felt sick, weak and tainted. Before he left he turned to her just in time to hear her mumble. "I'm so sorry, Brennan. I'm sorry I betrayed you."
A/N: Okay, so maybe I got a little melodramatic here. But let's face it: it is what Gabriel would've done if he'd actually gotten his hands on her, isn't it? Please review!