Author's Note: It's back baby! lol It took me a while for this one because I was basically rewriting the last one. Keep had to go back and check who said what and when. But lots of incite in this on what Gabriel really feels. He tends to let things fizzle I realized. More to come after this. Also I recently started a live journal account i might put the bishop bunch or other things on. Already some syelle stories up there.

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GABRIEL GRAY: High School Reunion

Fifteen years away. I almost made it. I almost got the chance to never ever come back to this retched place again. Almost. Elle insisted on taking me or more like dragging me to my fifteen year reunion saying how she wanted to know what Gabriel Gray was like in his high school days. She went on about unappealing teen movie that involved nerds trying to get the attention of some young hot blonde.

I told her she was stereotyping, but she gleefully pointed out that the stereotype of nerd turned stud was actually a perfect fit for me. Though stereotypically the nerds didn't turn into serial killers to get the hot blonde with a thing for bad boys. Still she went on about how pictures of Noah would show anyone who dared to question my sexual prowess. I stated she was being rude in the car ride here only because I was slightly ashamed of the fact many people in high school thought I didn't like girls.

Elle was going to show off our son any way. I didn't mind. Noah was something to show off though so was Elle. Truthfully I was a little happy coming to the reunion. I wasn't coming back to high school the way I had left. I had left high school a lonely miserable loser with a scholarship to a local college. I was coming back a killer with a hot blonde wife and three year old son at home with our fire starting baby sitter. Not to mention the numerous powers I had obtained.

The reunion was at hotel. Charming I suppose. I smiled helping Elle from car remembering how Noah had insisted on hugs. Too many hugs and really despite showing Elle off I didn't want this night to last forever with my classmates. I hated high school and though rubbing the beautiful life I had obtained in all their faces seemed a wonderful thought I also knew Elle was a beautiful woman. And she was mine. I knew how they'd look at her. Want her like I always did. So I bribed our son. What harm did that do?

"Don't talk to anyone." I told her out of fear that if she spoke someone could be smitten with her enough to take her away.

I really didn't want to kill anyone tonight, but if I had to I would. Not speaking was for my own sanity and the life of everyone here. I was already on edge to begin with. Elle attracting the attention of a former classmate would just be letting the rabid dog off his leash.

"I'm going to have to." She insisted rubbing her fingers against my tie. I fluttered my eyes closed for a moment. The dress was not helping in my cause for not killing anyone who looked at her funny. I already hated everyone here. The Company was different. Those men actually knew not to mess with me. "Besides didn't you have any friends in high school?" I shrugged out of habit. She had asked me this question more than twice today and ever since I got the invitation. I wasn't going to admit to former friends unless I had to. "I'll behave myself."

I managed a smile. Mainly because the way she said it made her sound kind of cute and kind of sexy all at once. I kissed her forehead out of habit and because I was going to try and behave myself as well. We walked toward a table and I recognized the Hispanic women sitting at the table. It was amazing how fifteen years could not change a person. At least her smile.

"Hi," And her voice. It was amazing how memories flooded back at those words. Carmen Lopez had been a terrible lab partner who used to pass note to Tina Ortiz during class. Sometimes out of habit I'd work on her part of the lab as well. "Welcome to your fifteenth reunion. I'm Carmen Lopez, former high school president." She looked at me as if she was looking right pass me. Figures she would not remember me. If I got lucky nobody would remember. "Can I get your name?" She was looking at my wife now. Like Elle was once upon a time one of her buddies. The mindless sheep. I chuckled in mind only. Mark and I used to call them that.

"Gabriel Gray." Almost a sigh, but not quite there. She spun to me giving me bug eyes. Like she had suddenly realized we had shared classes and many one sided labs together. "Yeah hi Carmen." Elle pulled herself closer to me as if curious or to assure me she'd stick by my side all night.

"Gabriel, really?" Still an unbeliever she looked me over. I could see Elle didn't like it. So maybe my worrying was for nothing. Maybe Elle should be worrying, but then I saw a different look in Carmen's eye. Like she was seeing a living dead product. "You sure changed a lot." I almost laughed. A very incredible understatement. She looked to my wife for a moment and I thought I had her. Yes I have an attractive woman now. Millions upon millions of times hotter then you could ever be. "It's good to see you." I highly doubted that. Carmen only said that to me when she was worried about failing an upcoming assignment.

She gave me a horrible name tag and photo of me senior year. Dark hair combed back with just enough gel to supply a small country in hair product. A green sweater vest that my mother had insisted I wear as well as the hair gel and thick framed glasses I rarely ever needed. I looked like the definition of what people like Elle, those who were supplied stereotypes from movies, would call a nerd. I merely nodded, smiled and tucked it in my pocket. Nobody would know who I was anyway.

"And your name?" Oh good Carmen looked as though Elle was not my wife, but an escort. Like I'd ever be seen with a hooker. Who knew where they had been. Maybe I was just a massive control freak, but I preferred my women to have silver tongues not long tongue that could jam down a guys throat.

"Elle Gray." She squeezed me with pride as Carmen wrote down her name on a tag. I liked to watch the change in her face. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad if I had to encounter people like Carmen. Cheerleaders who rarely gave me the time of day. Soon Carmen snapped her head up looking Elle over. Again like she was an escort. I tapped my fingers on my wife's hip.

"Are you Gabriel's . . .wife?" So she put two and two together. She had gotten smarter since our time in Mr. Garrison's third period Chemistry class. Carmen let her eyes look over at me surprised. No wait she thought I was not into girls. I remembered. She had once tried to tempt me to do her paper with a picture of her breasts. I had refused because it was immoral and they were too small for my taste. Still were. Great so all these years she had been spreading the gay rumors on me.

"Yes." Elle showed off her ring like a good little housewife. Somehow she seemed so normal in that moment. Almost gloaty. "Three years, almost four." I forced a smile not too pleased to have figured out the rumors were started by her. Cheerleader least likely to fail at life and the only one remotely decent to me had betrayed me. Those who betrayed me hardly fared well if they weren't related or loved by me. "How do you know my husband?" She snatched my forearm feeling my bicep. I looked down with a questioning look, but she just stared at Carmen.

"We had Chemistry together junior year. He was my lab partner." I was shocked she remembered. Probably only because she had offered me that picture of her. I wondered if that's how the rumors of her videotaping her sexual experiments went around. They weren't real, but I only imagined what kind of pictures she had taken. Though I figured Chemistry was all she remembered. Unfortunately she was in more classes of mine then that.

"We had history freshman year. Art sophomore year." I stated as a reminder of how much I had to see her. She looked at me surprised I had remembered and she hadn't. For class president she had a horrible memory. Elle smacked her name tag on. On her chest laying on her breast. I almost groaned. Another reason for the guys to look at her chest.

"Oh right." Carmen was trying hard to remember which reminded me why she was not unpleasant. She actually tried at things in the social mean. She may have been nice to me for my smarts, but she didn't have to talk to me like I was a human being. Then again I was not the kid I was back then. I was an adult with lots more people skills. Most people in this world were not worth taking an interest in. Carmen was one of the many. "I forgot." She peered at Elle as if they were cheer buddies ready for a bake sale. "Well please enjoy yourselves. There is an open bar and buffet style dinner. It was nice seeing you again Gabriel."Sure it was. As nice as it was seeing here. She waved us on our way as Elle and I made our way far away from the woman.

"Weird." Elle almost appeared to be massaging her breast. Either my mind was making me see things or I really needed a night away from the constant need of work and hyper active three year old.

"That was everyday of high school for me." I took her hand to hold letting her in on my high school career.

"So class president was your lab partner?" She nodded softly and almost carefree like. I couldn't help, but stare at her. She was just so darn cute when she was curious. The room was large with buffet tables and nineties music I would have preferred not to recall. "What was that like?" I wanted to say a lot of things about her, but seeing as we were in mixed company I toned myself down.

"She mixed up her elements a lot. I was pretty good in science classes so she basically asked our teacher if she could be paired with me." I could see her lips twitch as she spoke. Apparently she found me very amusing in my high school days. "She was nicer than most of the people in my class, but she forgot about me after awhile. Not like I cared. I didn't really find her attractive." Somehow I had to tell her that despite how much I had already told her about what I found attractive in women.

"So anyone I should look out for?" I wondered who in fact Elle should try to avoid. Everyone came to my mind, but then again everyone could not be avoided. So I went with a more simple solution. I took her to where less people would crowd us.

"Pretty much everyone. Anyone in a letterman."I pointed out some jock I was glad I forgot the name of and a dark haired former runner up for prom queen. "Is avoidable territory." Elle found her attention drawn to the buffet. Another trait I liked in her. She had an appetite and was not afraid to show it. Though now that I looked with her the food did seem a bit over the top. How many different countries had Carmen set up?

"Carmen likes themes. Also I heard that she is a caterer now so I'm sure we can find something to eat." Somehow I heard that through a high school grape vine or something. Word got around as soon as the invitations were sent. Besides Carmen had a face book page for her business. Sometimes reports were not eagerly processed by myself. She smiled at me holding my hand like we were high school sweet hearts. Though I had heard the couple who was voted class couple had divorced and remarried recently. We wandered over and I saw her eyes go adorable and curious.

"Did I blink and get teleported overseas?" Cute again. It was hard to focus on the bad with my little wife being this comfortable with me. Maybe she was trying to calm my nerves. It was working. I laughed and kissed her forehead. "Okay seeing as I am starving I am filling my plate with whatever is good." I knew she'd hit the Indian and Italian food hard. She had once tried to feed our son curry. He had spit up on me. I smelt like curry for a good week. It was a potent smell. "Follow my lead."

I did as usual follow her as she moved about the buffet tables. I stuck with Italian. Pasta and a bit of the antipasto. Elle had a regular United Nations of food on her plate. She led me to a table off away from everyone when we were done. My girl knew me too well. It was then that Elle declared she'd like something to drink.

I left my food trying to debate between getting her alcohol or water that she had asked for. We could stay at the hotel, but she wasn't shooting for that. Staying away from Noah for a night would kill her.

Though Elle could be as drunk as a sailor and I could be the sober one. Instead I managed to grab a cola and bottled water straying off some curious little looks from a short girl with green eyes and glasses. She smiled with a tall greasy haired man on her arm. I smiled back, but said nothing. I was sure she was Sophie, a girl who I had once done an English project with.

"Here" I handed her the bottle with a smile. I took my seat. "Remember you can drink all you want." It sounded more like a plead as she hit my shoulder.

"Gabriel Gray, are you trying to get me drunk?" She pondered picking up her fork. I just smiled and laughed.

"Maybe." It was amazing how she could still make me blush. "Maybe if we both get too drunk we can check into a room." Despite how much she wanted to go back to our son I could see she was tempted. I took her chin kissing her gently. She laid a little peck on my lips when my lips left her skin.

"Tempting, Tempting." She sang happily. "We'll see where the night goes." Of course she checked her phone. She had motherly instincts that never alluded her.

"He's fine Elle." I tried to assure her. It didn't work too well. Words were only words.

"What if I just text Lulu? See if he-" I paused her in motion hand.

"If you text her he'll read it. You know how sneaky he is." Elle liked to state Noah had Daddy's brains. He was already starting to read and the way Elle texted I was sure he'd know it was Mommy spending Lulu the texts. I was glad she put the phone away. Elle deserved to enjoy herself. Another reason I agreed to come here. Everything I did was for her or Noah. She started to eat as did I.

"Gabriel?" The voice was unhealthy, but familiar. I tried so hard not to wince as I turned. I had hoped to everything that was holy she wouldn't show. Not with Elle here.

Elle turned with me to look at Elise. She was still very attractive. She looked the same though her body was more full. Gained a little weight I guessed since the last time I laid eyes on that body. Her skin was tanner than the last time. Her glasses were small and new. Her eyes remained the same green that had dazzled me the first day I had met her.

"Gabriel!" She declared showing off a smile that I admitted I had missed. My heart felt like stone in that moment. She hugged me quickly.

"Elise?" I got up from my seat. I wasn't sure why. I wasn't sure what my face was doing. Was I happy to see the woman who had ruined my life? High school career and friendship? Not sure, but I had to admit it was good to see her. "It's good to see you."

"It's been a while." She looked to my wife. Still seated and pretty. "Oh I'm sorry." She winced. Same European apologetic gesture remained in her soul. "I'm Elise." She offered her hand to Elle. My wife stood and shook my ex's hand.

"I'm Elle. Gabriel's wife." Bless her soul she sounded jealous. Venom almost in her tone though I knew Elise wouldn't mind it. The woman had live in venom all her life. One venomous hot blonde was another to add to her list. I looked to her seeing that I was probably smiling by the way she glanced to me. I took her hand as an approval gesture.

"Oh Gabriel I'm so happy for you." She meant it. I knew Elise never hated me. She just didn't like me enough to break up with me to my face. I would always be bitter about that. Next came part two of the reunion. Why had I not guessed Mark would be here too? She had called him over.

Mark looked slightly older. He had on glasses that were not with him when he and Elise had made out on that bed at the party. He looked more intelligent then I had recalled. Maybe like a doctor. His glasses were very Bennet.

"Mark! Look who I found!" Like she had discovered a diamond in a sea of pebbles. I imagined my wife was slightly confused to this encounter.

"Gabriel!" He hugged me and my body turned to stone under his hug. I never knew how this remeeting would go. So far it was going not as well as I wanted it too. Back when I was first discovering my ability I imagined both of them with sawed off skulls. "It's been so long Gabe. How have you been?" A serial killer. I wanted to tell him and just go Sylar on him, though I knew this was not the way to go. Especially with Elle looking at me with wonder. She didn't know these people at all though I could only imagine what she was guessing. Wild imagination of hers.

"Good. Married now." I pressed my hand to my wife's nice and hard showing off the rings. Telling Elise I was far gone from being a begging little puppy if she thought that would happen. I felt like I was back in high school right now. "We have a son. Noah. He's three." I tucked my shoulders in out of habit. They made me fell so small. Me. Big serial killer returning to high school felt like a bug looking at my former friends. Traitors. "You two?" I could already guess what the next words out of their mouths would be.

"Married." Mark stated like he wasn't sure what those words would do to me. He tucked his hands in his pockets hiding his ring. At least he knew what he did was wrong. "To each other." I recoiled a bit. Only Elle would see it. It stung I had to admit, but I reminded myself Elle was my wife. Elle was a million times the woman Elise would ever be.

"We just had twins. Two boys. Michael and Matthew. So how did you and Elle meet?" Elise wondered hooking her arms with Mark. I could tell she wanted me to accept the fact I was no longer supposed to be angry at her.

"She came by the shop." I recalled our first meeting. When she had saved me from committing suicide.

"You still keep that place up." Mark chuckled and I remembered how we used to go there to hang out when my mom had it out to keep me away from the ills of the world. Elise gave him a dirty look. Something we often did to the sexually able woman who decided we needed to know things. "What do you do for a living Elle?" Good Elle could put some say in this. I peered to her smiling as Mark did. I hoped Elise felt jealous. Elle was four times the woman she ever would be.

"I'm a receptionist." I could think of a million other things Elle could put in as what she did for a living. She was a mother, a wife, a bad cook, but a cook none the less, a lover, and a confidant to most of the Company. One could even call her the staff counselor though she rarely admitted how much she helped people. Through the Company grapevine Elle and Lulu were the Company crushes. Though barely anyone admitted to crushing on my smoking wife.

"So you still run the shop, Gabriel?" Elise tucked her head toward Mark's shoulder. Now she was just showing off. I stiffened trying hard not to get the killing itch inside my body.

"Yes and I work at a social work facility." It sounded right. We helped people. Relocations, group homes, counseling. We helped more people out then most places probably. "Elle is actually the receptionist there." I smiled at her gladly imagining her in her short little skirt and tight white blouse sitting seductively on a desk. "My job is to go around giving people what they need. Food, shelter, money. We set those who need it up with it."

"You really managed to do something so noble Gabe." Mark hit my shoulder. Like old times almost.

"Thanks." I breathed trying to decide what to do next. "Elle," I turned looking at her as if my body we going to explode. I needed to take care of this problem without her judging me. Besides I might say some nasty things she would not approve of. "Mind giving us a second alone? Maybe you can get yourself a drink. I'll drive home." She beamed at me and I could tell she wasn't mad at me. Not yet.

"Sure." She nodded tilting her head going towards the bar. I smiled watching her. She did have a better body then Elise.

"Gabriel," It was Elise trying to get my attention. I turned seeing their expressions had turned into the ones I imagined they'd have next we met. Regret and forgiveness. "Why didn't you let us talk to you? We could have-"

"I couldn't." I looked at the two. "You know that. I wasn't going to let you embarrass me like that." I looked to Elle out of the corner of my eye. Elle only embarrassed me with affection which was never truly a bad thing.

"Gabe, you know it wasn't like that. That was the first time." Mark admitted and I actually believed him. He wasn't a liar. Elise reached out to touch my shoulder. Her eyes longing for forgiveness.

"Gabriel I'm really sorry we did that to you." She stated softly though it didn't help. "I liked Mark, but I didn't want to hurt you. I thought he didn't like me, but we hooked up that night. Only that night." Excuses were few and far between.

"We were on and off for a while before we got married. Met in med school. I'm a geneticist and Elise is a nurse. We were engaged for a year then got married. Only two years now." Mark wanted me to know him as if we would be good friends again.

"It turned out for the best." I shrugged softly. Elle was the best. I looked down at the silver band. "She's the best thing that could ever happen to me."

"And you got a kid now." Mark almost laughed. "To tell you the truth I always thought you'd be that kind of guy. Family man. Kid, wife, white picket fence." I chuckled remembering all those times Mark and I had talked about our ideal woman.

"I bet the sex is awesome." Elise noted in true Elise style. It panged me when I realized Elise had been the woman I had lost my virginity to instead of my wife. "She's completely gorgeous Gabriel. I never would have imagined you'd marry your dream girl." Blonde, breasts, tiny, girly, beautiful, mine. Elle was everything high school me ever wanted. "You son must be beautiful." I could see her eyes seemed to still feel something for me, but in truth I no longer was in love with her. My love for my family replaced anything else.

I dug into my pocket for my wallet. I had about three pictures of Noah. The photo they had taken of him after he was born. One of him on a tricycle a couple months ago and another of him and Elle posing in front of the statue of liberty. I showed him off to my former friends. Mark pulled out pics of his twins.

"Oh he's cute." Elise noted as Mark showed off the identical baby pics of the dark haired newborns.

"Your kids look like their Dad." I admitted peering with a smile at Mark. I could see Mark look over me at something.

"Might want to get to your wife." Mark noted as I turned. Damn, Darren Reynolds was hitting on my wife hard. Body language never alluded me. "Darren recently got divorced and is desperate. Remember that girl who accused him of rape." I stiffened in my shoes. Not that I though Elle couldn't handle herself, but I preferred to nip this in the bud. "Before you go off and play knight in shining armor here." He slipped me a business card. "In case you want to hang out." I thanked him and went to rescue my woman.

I didn't hear much of what they were talking about. All I knew was Elle seemed uncomfortable and Darren was liking how he made her that way. My murderous rage turned, but I had to behave for the sake of the evening.

"Gabby!" Darren declared the ungodfully awful nickname. "I haven't seen you in years." He grabbed my head wrinkling my hair. I just sighed because I knew if I did something else his throat would be slit within a manner of seconds.

"It's Gabriel and yeah, hi Darren." I just stiffened trying to get Elle away from the overly zealous man.

"What have you been up to?" Darren wondered slapping my back. I winced. This guy was going to die. Power or no power, but I'd have to get Elle away first. Maybe this was another reason I didn't want to come here. "You look so different. No dorky little glasses anymore. Not even a sweater vest. You're a new man." A new man that can murder your ass if you even look at my wife the wrong way. I tried to keep myself together. I found it hard.

"Uh . . ." Was all I could say. I wanted to tell him a lot of things, but with Elle there it would be hard. She'd either be mad or turned on. I couldn't decide. I heard a glass clang to the counter. I only looked up to see Elle press her body hard into mine. Her body curved to fit my shape as did her lips. I kissed her lips good and hard. The way she deserved. She wound her arms around my neck and I could feel her tongue slip inside my mouth. I kissed her like I meant it. I moved my lips with hers hearing the prick gasp. I wanted to do more. God how I wanted her, but I was good. I broke smiling. She pulled at my bottom lip with her teeth.

"Gone too long." She leaned to my shoulder before taking my hand.

"Sorry." I pecked her lips just staring into her beautiful face.

"No way." I restrained from sighing at Darren. "That's what you like?" What did he think my wife if jumped the bones of any guy she saw? Sure maybe back in the day when her father caged her like a lion in heat, but not now.

"He's my husband you ass." God bless Elle Gray. He just shook his head.

"No," Of course Darren like half the high school was sure I was gay. "No way. He paid you to show up." I gritted my teeth. Darren thought my wife was a hooker. "Show he isn't gay." Elle certainly looked like she wanted to slap him. Her hand was even raised up. I held her back as best I could. I took in some of her sparks.

"Do not talk to my wife like that." My tone was between Sylar and jealous Gabriel. Darren looked my wife over. I held back abilities and fists. Elle reached for her purse flicking the wallet open. She showed off the dozen photos of our son.

"See." She huffed anger. She was hot when angry. The photos varied like mine though she had more than me. Sometimes I'd catch her at work looking at the pictures smiling softly when I'd come in to ask her to go to lunch. She really did love him. It was almost amazing how much she adored him. "Gabriel's eyes, my hair, little lips, little nose." I could see how much she missed him in just one night alone. She tucked the wallet in her purse. "Just one text." She wondered taking her phone.

"Okay." I touched the top of her head as she left to the table. Perhaps she wanted me to kill Darren. I took my head to look at her changing my expression. "Who do you think you are talking to my wife like that?" My tone was venomous. Darren barely stepped back.

"I don't think she knows what she's doing." Darren almost laughed. "There has to be something wrong with her." I stepped forward deciding my ability needed some practice. I pinned his wrists to the wall. He didn't seemed phased.

"I know what you were like Darren." I hissed softly. "I know how many girls you used and mistreated, but I have never mistreated a woman in my life. She is perfect in case you couldn't tell." I grinned half way, but Darren went to say something. I used my ability to make him shut up. "She's mine and you better never speak to her again or I will make sure no woman on Earth will be able to tell you ever were a man." I stepped back looking at his reaction. Almost fearful. I just grinned slapping his shoulder. "Take care Darren." I walked back to the table where my wife sighing blissfully as I sat.

"That went well." Elle mused. Her bag buzzed and I knew she was talking to our son. I smiled a little. I decided to explain Darren to my wife.

"He used to pick on me. A jock in case you couldn't tell." I took her hand placing it on her thigh lightly. She was so warm. "I merely told him that you were my wife and if he had something to say about it I was willing to take him outside." Sure not exactly those words, but it was something Elle approved of.

"Defending my honor huh?" she kissed my cheek as a reward though I would have preferred more. "My Gabriel is so brave."

"I think I could take him now. He basically called you a whore to my face. He backed off though. I think I have that vibe now. Don't mess with me." She smiled almost turned on. I returned that grin knowing full well in a physical fight I could take him. I was much more buff now as well as powerful.

"That's what's so sexy about you." She ran her hands down my buttons. So maybe I would have to convince her to stay in the hotel room. She then paused looking into my eyes. "so did everyone really think you were-"

"Not everyone." I interrupted with ease. "I was so shy everyone assumed I was. Rumors went around about me. I ignored them." I shrugged not really sure what else to say.

"Did you want to talk about Elise and Mark?" She pondered. She pressed her own hand to my thigh as if trying to comfort me. I swallowed not really wanting to admit my flaws to her. Though she knew I had many.

"Mark was my best friend in high school." I explained. "We met freshmen year. We were kind of. . . we were geeks." I smiled cozying up to him. "Elise was the new girl in school sophomore year. Moved from Belgium. Army brat, but she fit in with us nicely. She was . . ." I paused getting a little hot under the collar. Weird to talk about things with other women with my wife. "My first girlfriend. Two years with her. She was my first . . . uh . . ." I wasn't sure if I could safely admit it.

"I lost my virginity to her." It was odd admitting it because I knew Elle had been a virgin when we had had sex in the Caulfield house. She knew what she was doing, but still there was that uncertainty about her. "I mean her parents were out of town and the liquor cabinet was open." For some reason I felt like excuses.

"Are you giving yourself an excuse?" She laughed at me a bit. I was. I wanted her to be my first. She was perfect. How could I have not want the first time I pleasured a woman to be with her? "Gabriel, it's fine. You were too attractive not to be a virgin." She pressed herself closer into my thigh. Squeezing as if reaching for something else. "If Daddy had let me out of the Company more often I wouldn't have been a virgin when I met you." I swallowed hard at that fact. I wondered how I would feel if she had had other lovers then me. Other men inside her. It hurt to even think about someone other than me making sure she was well pleased every day of her life. I shook my head out of her spell.

"Yeah, okay, but we only did it once." I assured her. I barely remembered it too. It was brief. Not that I was brief, but Elise tended to get off easily. "And we were kind of drunk." I had four beers and Elise had almost a whole wine cooler. She started touching and grouping me. Gave me a hand job before she started asking for me to do her. Being drunk didn't exactly make me a good Christian boy. "We didn't see each other after graduation. Broke up." I was ready to tell her.

"Elise got invited to a graduation party and snuck me and Mark in. I somehow got separated from her. Lots of people. I started looking for her and someone said she went upstairs. She was in a room making out with Mark on the bed." OI could tell she felt for me. "I cut them off from that point on. Didn't even try to let them excuse themselves. It hurt me a lot. Even now it does. Even though I have you." Mainly because looking at her made me remember once upon a time I felt loved. Then I was rejected. Even now the fear of rejection ate at me. Elle loved me and I loved her, but I always wondered if I loved her enough. On most days I knew I did. Just looking at her made me realize that.

"That's pretty terrible baby." She cooed linking our arms together. "I can understand why it still hurt you. Even why you didn't want to come. Jerks getting married like that." She pouted adorable and I laughed treading lightly.

"I got to talk to them. Got to finally explain themselves." She leaned closer as if to hear why they were the way they were. "Elise liked Mark, but didn't want to say anything because she was going out with me when she realized it. They had hooked up for the first time that night." She didn't seem to buy it, but I suppose it was over now. I had won so to speak. Elle was way hotter than Elise. And a lot better in bed. I preferred Elle's powers to Elise's method of scratching my back.

"Mark's a geneticist." I laughed remembering the Sureshes. Elle muffled a laugh too. "They were on and off for a few years in college. Elise became a nurse. They got married two years ago after a year on engagement. They really looked like they wanted to let me know they were sorry for hurting me." She snuggled into me. I put my arms around her smiling softly.

"So they want to be all nice and let our kids play together?" She asked probably thinking she preferred me to herself. As I preferred her.

"I have their number, but I don't think it will come down to that. I like us the way we are. Just us." I said kissing her forehead. She smiled looking over at of jocks. They were eyeing my Elle. She just giggled and I rolled my eyes. Guys and girls alike would always want her.

"I only got eyes for you." She cooed pressing her lips to my opened mouth. Her kiss was dirty as her tongue curled in and her soft lips nipped me. I welcomed her tongue and taste. Certainly my hands curled to her thighs under that pretty little dress of hers. Thumbs pressing against her panties. She gasped into my mouth as I played with her a bit. "Does this mean we're getting a room?" She asked pressing her lips to my neck.

"I was counting on it." I breathed rubbing her very gently. I needed and wanted her all at once. I wanted to please her. Make her happy. Make her feel loved. Like she always made me. No matter who was around or who tried to get between us I knew one thing in my life was certain. I would always love Elle. Always love my family. I would always want and worship this perfect woman.