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Gambler looked at Rave with a mock expression of shock. "Damn warden. Those things that I want to do are very bad ones that involve you tied up. But I can't, I just can't confess those because your going to really throw me in jail." She closed her eyes and waited to be laughed at or worse, REFECTED!!! She didn't want that because that would crush her and when she started caring about what anyone thought of her was beyond belief.

Monty looked at Kalore. "I was born that way." Half truth and half lie though which one Kalore believed was up to him. Which ever one he believed was one Monty has tried to figure out for years without success.

Gambler's heart plummeted down into her stomache and the acid from there was starting to work. She was...Hold on. Her heart missed the acid by a millainch and soared up threw the sky now. She drew in a shivered breath at the image that popped in her head. Yeah, she would look better but really Rave would look better than her. "I beg to differ. You would look better with those on. I can just visualize it." She whispered, happy that she wasn't rejected. She kissed his ear and then his cheek. "But I think you make a good rope." She commented as she moved her wrists or tried to.

"It was being up here that did it. Unlike everyone in the world, I happen to like Hell. I perfer it to this place." Half truth. He at least got to be the bad guy who was on the side of good and used his abilities and ways to scare the holy hell out of evil men who do the wrong things. So, he did like helping out the side of good instead of inspiring evil. His evilness was the greatest thing in the world for the good side because he had alot of intell with him.

Gambler growled softly. "One day? Switch roles? Whoever said you were in charge?" She said softly and she wanted to sound anything but breathless....But she was. Oh no, she couldn't just let this male have all the power and fun, which right now he was having fun. Don't be mistaken, she is loving that fact that she isn't in charge right now but a part of her wants to be it. She wants to give back to Rave. Did Gambler know why she wanted to give back? No. But she was a very giving person, even in her love life that's all she did. Maybe that was a bad thing seeing as all of her past relationships ended. She made a small whine noise at the back of her throat that she wanted to play.

Monty nodded and looked away. "It's the past. I look towards the future because it's in front of you and you shape it anyway you please." He said, closing his eyes. Yeah, he broke. A few times during his life and when no one saw, he broke down in his house, among his weapons who did one thing good...They never judged or left him.

Gambler opened her mouth to say something smart but then she looked at him seriously. "Why would I run off and leave? I would never do such a thing." 'Because I feel connected to you and that would be wrong to hurt someone. I know what it's like to feel pain but I could never do that to you.' Her mind went on. "Has that happened to you before?" She had to know. Yeah, Rave could more than take care of himself but she wanted to erase all those bad memories away and give him new ones. Yes, she wanted to make him smile and laugh and forget the bad. Gambler wanted to be the person to make him happy.

"True but those pasts influences are only there should you need it to motivate your future to change." He said, leaning his head against the wall. "Only you have the power to control what doors open and close for you."

Monty curled his hands into fists but kept calm. If Monty denied it then it was his manners that gave him away but he wasn't going to be caught in a lie. "Yes."

Gambler frowned. "I want to play with you. I'm not going to do that. I would rather be struck by lightening than do hurt you." And she had this feeling that God had those lightening ready for her, which she knew better because she had let loose those from her past go to play but they turned around to play with someone else. "Please?" She said giving a slight pout.

"Do you? Do you really see? I sometimes hate that phrase." He hated it because the majority of people who says that don't really see. The wish they do but they don't because everyone in the world were blind fools who only needed to open their eyes to see the world's imperfections.

Gambler's eyes went wide but slowly closed them and kissed Rave back, just as fiercely. Maybe she could put off being in control for once second. It wasn't everyday that you come across someone you were connected to on a different level and whether Rave felt that or not, she did.

Gambler's hands went to his shoulders and she pushed him to the side, rolling them over so that she was on top and he was on the bottom but she didn't dare to break the kiss. She rested on Rave, with her forearms on both sides of Rave's head, trying to trap him with her small frame. Her fingers brushed ever so gently on his pointed ears in small circles and outlining them. It was a rare thing to have someone fill your mind but he did and she wanted him to stay in her mind and in her life.

Gambler's thoughts of revenge was all gone because in the end all she really wanted to do was touch Rave. She played with his hair, running her fingers through the dark strands and wrapping those strands around her fingers. With the other hand she touched his face, outlining his eyebrows and nose and jawline as if making a note to every part of him. Though it was slightly embarassing that the mighty Gambler wasn't mighty in height but she mentally shrugged and continued to kiss Rave.

Clenching his teeth so hard that pain was a welcoming thing to Monty. He didn't want to hear this because he wasn't like everyone who never faced their past and their demons, or guys like Lech. Yeah, it had been that a**hole's fault and ruined half of his demon ways. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the sometimes the mention of Lech would set him off in a whirl of anger and how he wasn't breaking Kalore to pieces for doing so was beyond him. Maybe there was a God would was watching out for people. So, he nodded slowly not saying a word in fear that his voice would sound hoarse or weak.