A/N: My first Sin City story. Flame the hell out of me. I dare you. Pick it apart. Tell me how I can improve. Actually, I've only seen the movie twice, so I'm expecting it, that is if I get any. Don't know Gail and Dwight's story. Remember, I've only watched the movies. This is the last installment of my fic.

"The Old Town Whore"

GAIL—"Always and never…"

When I saw Dwight step out of nowhere, I was mad as hell. How can that son of a bitch waltz into our turf like that without so much as a…

…he didn't even say good-bye last time…

But seeing him there, nerves on edge but just as handsome as always, didn't piss me off as much as I thought it would. I felt shitty more than anything, really. Sad, kind of. Because I saw him go off with that barmaid crap-for-brains before.

Still, there he was, in the flesh, eyes cold and hard—he was going after "Jackie-boy" as called him. I pursed my lips and pointed my rifle at him, threatening to shoot. He looked surprised, but only for a sec. I told him that the girls and I would take care of it.

Miho did a good job, smart, sneaky bitch that she is—damn good of her. But Dwight…

…damn him…always trying to be a hero, that bastard. We ended up arguing. We argued about him getting involved, argued about what to do next—we've always argued about everything—but they always ended the same way—in bed.

But this time…the bastard hit me.

"You always were a quick one…" I hissed voice filled with a combination of shock and desire, bordering on the lustful.

"And you've always been my warrior-woman," he replied.

Then, without thinking, we kissed. Made out. "Ate each other's faces", as Dallas put it. But it was passionate, and it was hot, and it was a memory, a ghost of what we once knew, filled with skin, sweat, sex, and above all, love.

Which was, I guess, why, before he left, I told him I loved him.

"Always," I added.

"And never," he whispered huskily.

I'll always love you, Dwight. Always and never…