As much as she wanted to, she could not sleep. Though it certainly did not help that Athos was snoring, and had been since Monsieur Lefebre had dropped the inebriated man, onto the mattress. Gabriel sitting up and looking over to the bed. Despite the noise that was leaving his lips, he actually looked peaceful. The scowl he normally seemed to wear whenever she was anywhere near him, no longer present; replaced by a peacefulness that seemed to evade Athos in his waking moments. The whole thing making him look more handsome than he already did. No......Gabriel shaking her head, she was not going to think like that. She could not think like that. He had insulted her father and grandfather. Treated her as if she was something he had stepped into on the street, since she had helped him, and the others escape the Spanish soldiers. He had done his best to hurt her while they dueled; and spoken to her as if she were a child that was about to be punished for something they had not actually done. No, no matter what she had thought about when she got to her room, she cared not for his pretty face. Despite her laughing about wanting to know what it was to be held by him, to be kissed by him, she cared for nothing about him; he was just something that she was going to have to learn to deal with, just as he was going to have to deal with her, now that she was a Musketeer.

Musketeer.........She was really a Musketeer. It still not having sunk in. It had all seemed like little more than a ridiculous dream, when she had first made up her mind to journey from the only home that she had known, the only people she had known, to Paris in order to become one of the king's men. Gabrielle doubting that it would work, when she cut off the majority of her hair, bound her breasts and donned her father's old clothes. Doubting that anyone would believe that she was a boy by the name of Gabriel. But whatever she had done, she must have done it right; everyone seeming to fall for her ruse, other than Queen Anne. Gabriel just hoping that now her dream had come true, nothing would happen to spoil it. Though she did have to admit that having to pretend that she was a man for the rest of her life, did sound a little daunting; but it was better than the alternative, better than being sent home, and told she should be doing woman's things, not wanting to serve the king and France. That she should be thinking about getting wed, having children and looking after them and her husband for the rest of her life, rather than standing with men that she had come to care for. Protecting them, just like they would do her.

"Oh, do shut up..........." Gabriel groaned sleepily, as Athos suddenly let out a loud grunt. The young Fontin finding a small pebble on the floor and throwing it at the man that had been born, Olivier d'Athos de la Fère. Doing her best not to laugh, as the stone bounced off his forehead, causing him to swear in his sleep, before turning onto his back and letting out another snort. Gabriel just shaking her head, before slowly getting to her feet and making her way over to the little window that was covered by a slightly tattered and worn, but still thick curtain.

She was sure that soon it would be getting light. The dark night sky already having begun to lighten a little. Soon she would be having to wash and make her way back to the barrack, with very little sleep. Gabriel just hoping that the day wouldn't find her having to fight with Porthos; sure, that she wouldn't be able to deal with his punches, and the big bear hugs that he seemed to like to pull her into when wrestling with her seemed like a good idea. The young woman sure that one day he might just pop her head off, when he squeezed too tight; and given the continued effects that she was feeling from the wine that she had consumed, that was the last thing she needed.

Another noise caused her to look at the bed. Gabriel chuckling to herself as she realised that even though she was angry at him; even though she had not forgiven him for what he had done or said, he was still the one in her bed, while she had been the one on the floor. He was the one sleeping soundly, while she had not been able to settle, since Monsieur Lefebre had knocked on her door.

"Why do you hate me...........?" She asked quietly, slowly making her way over to the side of the bed and looking down at the slumbering man.

"What did I ever do to you, Athos, that was so terrible other than try and prove every day, that I was good enough to be a Musketeer. What did I ever say to have you speak to me, look at me with such disdain?" Gabriel continued, as she took a seat on the mattress by his side. Hesitating for a moment, before reaching up and brushing some of his dark hair away from his face. A lump coming to her throat, and her heart beginning to race, as her fingers lingered for a moment on his warm cheek. The breath leaving her lungs, as Athos suddenly opened his eyes a placed his hand around the back of her neck, before he pulled her to him; his lips finding hers. Gabriel struggling for a moment against his hold, before surrendering to the kiss; her lips moving with his. Her eyes widening as his tongue slipped into her mouth; the young Fontin able to taste the wine that he had had to drink during the night, though she could not give a damn. The only thing that she wanted at that moment, was for this to last forever. But as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Athos loosening his grip and smiling up at her, before he closed his eyes again. Gabriel sitting up straight; doing her best to make sense of the moment, to catch her breath and control her frantically beating heart. Getting a feeling that it would be better if she were not there when Athos woke. Better if she made her way downstairs, to see if Monsieur Lefebre, himself, was already up. Gabriel quickly getting to her feet and grabbing her stockings and boots, before making her way to the door; giving Athos one last look, then leaving the room.