Clarissa Madison Korey (_futuresight_) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-13 16:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-03 |
A glowing heat that cannot be denied
Who: Clarissa and Gabe
When: Afternoon
Where: Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour Restaurant/Gabe's car/Gabe's house
Warnings: Some NSFW bits toward the end
Clarissa was supposed to have the day off, however Becky had another one of her 'family emergencies'. And so Clarissa got the fun of being called in to work the lunch shift, which wasn't entirely terrible, since the place was usually packed during the summertime and that usually meant bank in tips; so that was a good thing. Even though she had the money from the Moriarty's, it didn't mean she could just turn down shifts, even if she would much rather spend her day getting ready to move and spending a little quality time with Gabe. She still wasn't entirely comfortable with the 'free money' and, in Clarissa's experience, everything came with a price. Maybe she'd payed it in being kidnapped and bled, but maybe there were other expectations and hidden price tags. Maybe.
Her shift ended with a bang, pretty much literally, as that was the sound her car made when she started it up and shifted into reverse. Bang-- and then clunking and then silence. Fantastic. Clarissa gathered up her stuff and headed back inside the restaurant, texting Gabe as she went.
car died. @work. rescue me?
Gabe had almost finished packing up his stuff, and had even taken a few boxes over to the house. It still felt weird, having his own house, even if he shared it with Clarissa. They had a house. Together. A month ago they hadn't even been dating. While he thought it was the right step, he wasn't completely ready for it. Going from living with his mom to living with his girlfriend was a huge deal, no matter how he looked at it, mate or not. The idea of roommates made him feel a little better, but he didn't exactly know how to bring that up to Clarissa. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel like he didn't want to live with her, since that definitely wasn't the case. Gabe just wanted... something like a college experience. Roommates felt semi-normal in a world where nothing was normal any more.
The second he got her message, he was heading for the door, grabbing his car keys on the way. With his mom at work, there was no one to inform, and he texted her back before pulling out of the driveway.
on my way. be there in a few.
Just as he'd said, he pulled into Farrell's a few minutes later. The best part of picking Clarissa up from work was seeing her in her uniform. The red and white stripes always made him grin.
The red and white stripes may have been a source of amusement to her boyfriend, but Clarissa seriously disliked the silly get up she had to wear to work. Maybe the vest wasn't too terrible, but that silly straw hat was just ridiculous. The short black skirt and the garter worn 'round her thigh was also very much not her favorite thing, it made her feel all kinds of self conscious.
After receiving Gabe's text that he was on his way, Clarissa had taken a seat in one of the booths by the window that had a full and direct view of the parking lot so she could see when he pulled in. As soon as she saw his car, she was up and out the door before he could even park.
Gabe didn't have to wait even a second before she was there and, from the looks of things, ready to get out of there. He put the car in park and opened the door, talking to her as she approached the car. "Hey Gorgeous," he smiled. "Did you want to try and jump the car? I've got cables." He wasn't sure they should just leave it there, though if it wasn't the battery, then they might have to have it towed.
"Hey you," she smiled back, tossing her belongings on the floorboard before leaning in to press a quick kiss to her boyfriend's cheek. "We could try... but it made a rather loud bang under the hood before it just cut out... so I'm thinking it's probably something bigger than the battery... maybe." she scrunched up her nose, she didn't know a whole lot about cars other than grade of gas and that the 'check engine' light was never a good sign. "Might be best just to get it towed over to Weiss' shop?"
That's right. A loud bang didn't usually go hand-in-hand with a dead battery. Gabe cringed and nodded his head. "I'll give Ransom a call as soon as we get home. Let him know what happened and see what you should do next," Gabe said. He wasn't particularly close to Ransom Weiss, but the guy was Charlotte's mate and he was practically Clarissa's brother-in-law, so he figured he was a good guy and likely to help. The last time they'd hung out together was the camping trip, but Gabe didn't think that would matter. "How was work?" he asked as he put the car in reverse. "Wanna hang out at my place, or do you need to head home?" He hoped he'd have some time with her, but knew that soon enough they'd have all that time together.
"Sounds like a plan," she nodded, closing the car door, buckling her seat belt as she settled herself in. "The manager said it's safe in the parking lot overnight, but I'd rather not chance it, if we don't have to." she added, taking her hair down from the updo she'd pinned up for work. "Work was okay... only got the garter snapped once and at least this time it was a ten year old boy rather than the forty year old father." she answered, again scrunching up her nose. She really disliked and was uncomfortable having men looking at her like she was a selection of the menu, it was just creepy. "I should probably go home, but I'd much rather hang out at your place... I can finish packing in the morning."
Gabe didn't like the idea of other guys oggling Clarissa, but the idea of a ten year old even trying was at least a touch amusing. It reminded him of how he was at that age. "Tell 'em hands off," Gabe said. "No one snaps your garter but me." His eyes dropped down to her thigh and he smirked, attempting then to keep his eyes on the road. "Awesome. We can just chill then. And if you need help packing tomorrow or the next day, let me know and I'll come over." He could put stuff in boxes, even if he didn't know what went where when it came to unpacking. "Actually, I was thinking about sending out a text to get people together tomorrow night. Down at the lake. Seeing as how it's the 4th of July and all. Sound like fun to you?"
"I'll be sure to put the slap down on the next mini letch." Clarissa replied, snorting a laugh. Catching that little glance of his down at her garter, she couldn't help but feel the corners of her lips tugging up to smile. Having Gabe look at her like that was still something that was new, to her at least, and while she was getting used to it - it still had a way of catching her off guard and making her blush, which considering how much the two of them had been going at it, might seem a little odd. That was just Clarissa though, a little odd, but Gabe didn't seem to mind, and that was all that was important in the end. "I'll probably need some help. I realized just how much stuff I've acquired in the past nineteen years; it's kind of ridiculous," she winced. She knew there was likely a lot she didn't need to take with her, but there was a lot of sentimental items buried under a lot of useless crap and quite a few things she could use her big, strong boyfriend's muscles to carry.
"Yeah, actually... it's been awhile since we all hung out like normal kids..." Clarissa nodded, giving Gabe a brave faced smile. She didn't want to verbalize when the last time had been. She wanted to put all of that, the kidnapping, the being bled, all of it behind them. The Moriarty party had been anything but normal. Trip's after party was close, but Madock hadn't come along for that one with the rift between he and Gabe, something that was still difficult for Clarissa to be caught in the middle of.
She loved her brother fiercely; he'd always been her saving grace in this world and, whether she agreed with his decision or not, it was a bond that was unbreakable. At the same time though, she loved Gabe too, just as fiercely - he was her soul mate, her lover and her best friend, the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with, and she fully understood why he felt the way he did. She'd had a front row seat to what being bitten had done to him, was still doing to him, what he'd carry with him for the rest of his life, their life, and he didn't get a choice in it. There was a lot of hurt and anger there, on both sides, still Clarissa hoped that they'd work it out in time. They were her two favorite guys after all, the two very most important men in her life, and there was no way to choose one over the other. Eventually someone had to give, and it wasn't going to be her. "So... who's on the invite list?" she asked casually, only entirely anything but.
Gabe wasn't worried about Clarissa having too much stuff and doubted she had that many boxes to carry. In all the time he'd known her, he'd only been in her room a handful of times, but even that was enough to know that Clarissa's stuff was relegated to her room only. And even then, it was only one room. They had a house to fill. Gabe still wasn't sure what they were going to do with all that open space and almost no furniture to speak of. As soon as he had some money in his pockets, the two of them needed to hit up a garage sale or something.
"Everyone in my phone?" Gabe answered with a grin. "I dunno. I thought I'd send it out to Trip, Charlotte, Lily and Madock and let them pass the word along." Upon saying her brother's name, Gabe realized that he was probably the reason for the question in the first place. Gabe's parties usually involved more people than he knew the names of, so the invite list was rarely anything special. Unless it was meant to be a smaller get together, of course. "I guess I need to talk to Madock," he said, trying to hold back a heavy sigh. He'd really rather not, but then nothing was going to get solved that way. After he'd had time to let the anger die down, Gabe realized being pissed at Madock wasn't going to change the situation. Madock couldn't become un-bitten. Gabe might as well accept that his friend had made an idiotic life-changing decision and move on. Besides, the full moon was coming, and he really didn't think Madock should go into that unprepared.
"I'm sure Madock will be relieved to hear from you. You think you're ready to talk calmly?" she asked, glancing over at her boyfriend questioningly. "I know he misses you..." she added. Madock didn't have to tell her that he missed Gabe for her to just know it. She knew her brother like she knew herself. "I know it'll never be like it used to be, but... I think he could really benefit from your experience, limited as it is... full moon is coming and I really don't think he has any idea what he's in for. I know he's got Jessa, but c'mon, I think we both know even she's a little out of her depth here and if he ended up hurting her, I don't think he could live with himself," she frowned, sighing. "Sorry... turned the fun talk into serious business talk... I think the whole party idea is a good one, I think we could all use some fun," she smiled, reaching a hand over to squeeze his knee.
"If I didn't think I could talk calmly, I'd wait a little longer," Gabe said. He knew himself well enough to know that if he went in angry, there would be a fight, and a fight between two bitten werewolves was a very bad thing. Seeing as how he wanted both of them to live through the summer, Gabe knew he couldn't talk to Madock till his temper was in check. He genuinely thought it was. "I wanna let him know what to expect, with the moon and all. It would have been nice if I'd been prepared, so I figure it's the least I can do." He was hoping it might make up for him being a complete ass about Madock being bitten, when he should maybe have offered some support. Better late than never, right? "He knows what I think of the decision. No need to beat a dead horse, right?" Gabe asked, giving her a little smile. The hand on his knee helped improve upon it. "Fun's good. I figured we're all in need. So what can I get you at the liquor store?" he asked as he pulled into his driveway. He wasn't of age, but his brother was, and his ID worked in Gabe's best interest.
"Good, hopefully you two can work it out and then maaaybe we can celebrate our birthday together, as a family?" It was possibly wishful thinking, but it would be an excellent birthday present to have her two favorite guys there and actually getting along, best gift ever really. "Have at least a little normalcy before the whole first shift... thing." she sighed. She still wasn't used to the whole idea of her brother being a werewolf thing yet; she'd barely gotten used to the idea of Gabe being one, for Christ sake. Part of her was just as mad at Madock as Gabe-- all this craziness had happened while she was being held against her will, when she had thought maybe he had been trying to find and rescue her. She didn't want to be upset about it, but she still kind of was. She'd never tell him that, since there really was no good that would come from it and he was already guilty enough without her adding to it -- she was rather good at keeping such things to herself, or at least she thought she was. Pushing the negative thoughts aside for then, Clarissa focused solely on Gabe, and the plans for the fourth. "I hear mojitos are good... you could maybe pick up a six pack, or two?"
"I think we can make that happen," Gabe said, reaching down to take her hand and squeeze it lightly. He was aware enough to realize that his disagreement with Madock was hard on her, adding one more reason to the list of why he should try and resolve things. It would be one thing if his friendship with Madock was separate from his relationship with Clarissa, but with them being twins, one naturally impacted the other. "I'll send him a text and see if we can't talk before the party tomorrow night. That way he knows everything's cool." The emails they'd shared were a good start, but Gabe didn't want the first time they saw each other to be the party. "Mojitos? I thought those were mixed drinks. Do they come in a bottle?" he asked, parking the car and opening his door. Just because he drank, didn't mean he had any idea what half the stuff was. "I'll get you whatever you want," he grinned. "Anything else?"
She was definitely happy with the reassurance that they'd work it out. If it happened before their birthday it would be awesome; if not, well, at least she knew it would come in time and that Gabe was at least seeming ready and open to it - that was a very good thing and made her less anxious about things, which was definitely needed. "Thank you," she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze back along with a little smile. "They do come in bottles now. Heard some of the guys talking about how 'super awesome' they are at work. Figure we might as well give 'em a try." she nodded, omitting the part about how a couple of them had pretty much passed out before even finishing one, obviously lightweights. "Not that I can think of at the moment," she shrugged, undoing the seatbelt and opening her door. "Maybe some non-alcoholic drinks for the younger crowd that's bound to gather? Word does get around, you know."
"I think I'm gonna tell everyone to bring their own," Gabe said. "That way I don't end up responsible for providing drinks for everyone that shows up. Even on late notice, word will spread." He was amused that Clarissa referred to the younger crowd when they weren't of drinking age themselves. It was going to be weird going to college and suddenly being the babies in the school again. Gabe had gotten used to being an upperclassman and wasn't sure how thrilled he was at being looked down on. Then again, college was different. "So, you know how we'd talked at one point about Madock living with us?" he asked, circling the car to walk with her up towards his house. It took a second of fiddling with his keys, but then they headed on inside. "If things were all cool, would you still be okay with that? Or would you want it to be just us?"
"That's probably a good idea," Clarissa nodded, gathering up her belongings from the floorboard of the car. "Then there's the whole issue of deniability should Scarlet Oaks finest come rolling up... one less thing to get in trouble for." Not that she anticipated the party getting interrupted by the SOPD, but it would figure they'd show up somewhere when they weren't needed, seemed cops were like that. She was surprised though, when he brought up having Madock come and live with them, not in a bad sort of way, but a very good one. "Of course I'd be okay with that... more than." she smiled, sure, it would be nice if it were just the two of them, but in truth, even she was nervous about being so domestic so early in their relationship. Not that she was worried about Gabe ever wanting out, that was a moot point as it were, and she certainly wouldn't want out of their relationship - but they were still so young, they had plenty of time to settle down, it would be kind of nice to have a 'normal' college experience to look back on when they were an 'old married couple'. "That was the original plan, I'd love it."
Gabe hadn't had a chance to talk to Madock about it, but he didn't want to offer until he had Clarissa's input. Her response seemed cheerful enough that Gabe assumed she hadn't had her feelings hurt by it not just being the two of them. That was a huge relief. "How open would you be to Trip taking the third room?" Gabe asked. "Would that be too much? He was talking the other day about how bad he wanted to get out of the house, but I didn't want to just offer, and I think it would be fun, but I know that's a lot of guys in a small space." Plus, she was the only girl and he didn't know if her parents would have a fit about it. Then again, Gabe didn't know if she'd really told her parents what she was doing. He knew she'd been putting if off. "Is your mom gonna freak?"
"Trip too?" Clarissa asked, amusement in her tone. "So we're gonna have a Frat House?" she teased, snorting a laugh. "I suppose I could deal with that, so long as I can have my girl friends over whenever in order to maintain a fair balance of estrogen to testosterone." she added, shaking her head. "I told her... she... cried, but she's alright with it, mostly. She wants me to be happy and she knows you make me happy, so... she's dealing. Dad on the other hand... we agreed it's best to tell him once I'm all packed and ready to go..." she sighed. She was not looking forward to that; she knew it was going to be bad, really bad.
"I don't think anyone's going to complain over additional girls in the house," Gabe laughed. "Trip would probably welcome it. I'll let him know it's an option then. And Madock, if I talk to him before you do." He knew sometimes they spoke on the phone, or texted back and forth, so it was possible she'd have the opportunity to tell him before Gabe did. It was probably something Madock would like to know, since Gabe knew he'd been lacking a place to live. It made him wonder where Madock was now. "Sorry about your mom," he said with a little frown. "Does she realize this is... that it's... that we're serious?" Gabe wasn't sure how much detail Clarissa had gone into over what it meant to be with a werewolf... then again, he really hoped she hadn't told her mom they'd had sex. That was just awkward. "Maybe wait to tell your dad till after you're officially out. Just in case."
"He'd love it. Just tell him he's not allowed to hit on all my friends, cause you know he so will..." Trip was a terrible flirt; he went through girls like most guys changed their underwear. She had a hard enough time making and maintaining friendships with other girls, and last thing she needed was Trip hooking up with and discarding the few she did have, making things awkward. At least with Madock that was not something she had to worry about. He had Jessa, so there wouldn't be any other girls for her brother. She kind of doubted he'd do so much as flirt, he was so crazy about the girl. "It's okay... she's okay with it now," she assured him. "She figured it out... I may have fibbed and used Twilight Werewolf imprinting lore... I don't know that she bought it, but it was enough to get her to not ask any more... personal questions," she crinkled her nose. She was pretty sure her mom was smart enough to know they were sexually active--she wasn't an unintelligent woman. Clarissa just did not want to discuss it with her, and it seemed her mom could take the hint, so that was all good. "Yeah, probably a good idea... once I'm out he has no say in my life decisions."
"I'll let him know," Gabe grinned, not entirely sure he could promise something like that when it came to Trip. He could warn him, though, since he really didn't want to see anyone run off Clarissa's friends. "What is Twilight imprinting lore?" he asked, raising a brow as he opened the front door and led the way into the house, heading towards his room. "As long as she doesn't think I did some kind of weird werewolf marking on you, I guess it's better than the truth." He knew that eventually some of the details about werewolf-ism would become more public knowledge, but until then Gabe would rather keep those he'd learned to himself. They weren't the easiest things to try and explain, and it usually earned him weird looks. He didn't blame them, since he'd have thought he was crazy were he not going through it.
"Good, good. I'd hate to have to kick him in unpleasant places if he runs my friends off cause he's a total ho." She'd do it too, there were just some shenanigans she wouldn't be willing to put up with. She'd add something about him keeping the volume down when he did bring girls back, but it wasn't as though it would be fair, Gabe not exactly being a quiet one himself. Trip would point that out and make anything Gabe had to say invalid by default. Following Gabe inside, she couldn't help but snort a laugh. "Well, basically that you looked at me one day and something just... clicked, totally random, like you were just pulled toward me by no choice of your own... with 'a glowing heat that fills you, having every connection to anything else severed and instead being only connected to this earth for the other person. After that, nobody else matters because you are only there for your other half, your soul mate'... which you know, would be me..." she explained, quoting the book. "She pretty much nodded and told me she didn't want to know about your glowing heat and dropped the subject..."
There wasn't much that could make Gabe blush, but the idea of Clarissa's mother using the words 'glowing heat' in any association with him managed to do so. "Now that's just wrong," he laughed, feeling another sort of heat rise to his face. "Are you saying they glow in those books? I thought they were supposed to be all innocent and shit, and now I'm imagining guys walking around school with glowing packages. Totally makes glitter-boy seem semi-normal." He could only imagine the nicknames that would result from a glowing hard-on: glow worm, light brite, shining shaft, his own personal night light. Damn would that be embarrassing! "If she even glances at my crotch next time I see her, you know I'll light up like a-- not there! Face!" Gabe said, pointing to his rapidly blushing cheeks. "My face will light up! Oh God..."
Clarissa couldn't help but burst out in a little giggle fit at that. "God, no... they don't literally glow..." she snorted. "Levels of wrong, Gabe, so many levels of wrong... and there's nothing innocent about those books. Any and all innocence was lost when the Eddie gnawed Bella's belly open to deliver the half sparklepire, half human baby that was shredding mommy's insides into slurry... oh yes, and then the Werewolf boy imprinted on the little monster..." she expanded, wrinkling her nose. Clarissa's giggle fit was only further spurred on by the comment about her mom looking at his crotch, that garnered a very literal facepalm. "Oh good lord... I'd die... laugh really hard until dead..." she shook her head, taking a deep breath, attempting not to break out laughing all over again at the blush that spread across his face. "I think you're safe though, I'd be surprised if she could look you in the eye let alone... other bits of your anatomy."
The look on Gabe's face depicted just how horrible he thought the plot of those books sounded, the kind that made any teenage boy run in terror. If he'd known nothing about the books, he might have guessed she was describing something along the lines of the Saw series, but Gabe knew better. "He eats his way through to the baby?" he asked with a grimace. "I don't know who those books are made for, but they're giving girls the wrong idea. Don't ever ask me to deliver a baby with my teeth, okay? And for fuck's sake, she has a baby? Aren't they supposed to be our age?" Yes, these were definitely horror stories in Gabe's mind, and not the kind of scary he enjoyed. "So, let's move away from talk of your mom and my junk," Gabe said, plopping down on the bed and offering a hand to pull her down with him. "Those two should never be in the same sentence with each other."
"Yeeeah, it's not really a big shocker that the supernatural community want Stephanie Meyer's head on a pike..." Clarissa pulled a face. "But human mom's seem to think the books are a-ok since there isn't any graphic sex... despite the fact that Bella's so badly bruised the morning after that he swears he's never going to touch her again... and yeah, Bella's supposed to be our age... and yes, he eats chews his way to the baby... it's all quite graphic and sadly, the best part of the entire book series... at least it was for me, but I hated Bella with the firey passion of about a billion suns..." she added with a shrug. "And no worries, if you ever even offered to deliver a baby that way I would be forced to question and reevaluate our entire relationship." she smirked, depositing her belongings at the foot of the bed, taking his hand - settling in with him on the bed. "Agreed, we should steer clear of Twi-talk too, and off of all things wholey disturbing. Care to pick a safe topic?" she asked, snuggling up against him.
The more Gabe heard about this book series, the more he vowed to stay far, far away from it. He silently thanked God that Clarissa wasn't a rabid fangirl, making him even happier with his choice of mates. "Safe topics? Hmm..." Gabe smiled, leaning into his side to look down at her. "What sounds good for dinner?" As far as Gabe's mind went, top on the list were sex and food. Since he wasn't sure if 'sex' was what she meant by safe topic, he went with the later. Besides, they'd barely gotten in the door.
Clarissa smirked at the subtle change in the tone of his voice, looking up at him, biting down on her lower lip letting her teeth drag across the soft pink flesh before releasing it. "Hmmmm... ponderment..." she murmured, bringing a finger up to her lip playing it up with a little thoughtful look. "I dunno... what did you have in mind?" Sex, food, food, sex... didn't matter which order it came in really. "I'm up for anything you want..."
Yeaaaaah. When she did that? Food dropped off the radar. Gabe's brain could hardly focus on anything other than her lips, how soft they looked, how good he knew they tasted, and what she could do with them. "Anything?" he asked. His hand slid slowly down the buttons of her vest and it once again registered that she was in her uniform. She might hate it, but short little skirts and thigh highs were a pretty big turn on as far as he was concerned.
"Mmmhmmm... anything..." she nodded, giving him that little look that was unmistakable to know that food was pretty much the furthest thing from her mind right about then. She let out a soft contented noise as his fingers trailed down the buttons of her work vest, as much as she hated that silly uniform, he really seemed to like it so there was at least one perk to the annoying thing.
Gabe didn't need any more clarification than that before leaning down to brush his lips against hers, teeth tugging lightly at her bottom lip before opening to a kiss. He could lay around all day and kiss her and still be happy, something that he might have spent more time doing if there'd been limits to the progress of their relationship early on. Seeing as how they'd jumped to sex in almost a week's time, there hadn't been a lot of just making out. Gabe wasn't one to complain, though he had to admit that sometimes taking things slow was nice.
Clarissa, too, could go on kissing Gabe for the whole of eternity. Everything had seemed to be in super fast forward once they'd gotten romantically involved. It was hard not to get swept up in things when you're finally with the person you'd been secretly harboring such deep feelings for. Sure, they'd known each other for two years before sex became a factor, but with all the events that led up to that night, like Gabe being bitten and trying to help him through that, their relationship had gone from zero to sixty in under a week. One day they were just best friends, the next he liked her, and then there was the night of the first full moon when he told her he loved her... something she of was still trying to wrap her mind around, and then the camping trip and it had just felt so right. After that, the whole world turned on end with the kidnapping, something Clarissa just wanted to block from her memory as if it never had happened, and when she was with Gabe she could. It wasn't that she was using sex as a crutch-- or maybe she was and she just didn't realize it-- but she loved Gabe and being with him took all the bad stuff away, and the world around them ceased to exist when he made love to her. The same could be said for his kisses, but kisses led to touching and then she was lost in him and it seemed to progress from there. Her fingers threaded into his hair, another soft contented sigh escaping her mouth, muffled by their kiss.
It really was hard to just kiss. Once they got started, Gabe couldn't seem to keep his hands from wandering. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his hand slid up her chest, squeezing one breast gently. He had yet to reach the point where he could identify her bra this early on, but the slight bumps in the material were enough to tell him there was lace involved. His imagination could run with it from there, though he doubted Clarissa would be daring enough to wear a thong under her skirt. Pink, he thought, guessing the color before he started unbuttoning her vest. He smiled into the kiss, fairly certain he was wrong, but that was all part of the fun.
Suffice to say, Gabe's wandering hands were never a problem for Clarissa. Her mouth welcomed his tongue eagerly, reciprocating in turn. Her fingers twined in his hair, tightening just that little bit more as his hand moved over her breast and she arched her back against his touch. It was safe to say that he wouldn't be needing to use his imagination for too much longer with the way her body was responding to his touch, her heart rate increasing and her breaths quickening the more aroused she became. She lightly nipped at his lower lip, breaking the kiss only long enough to do so before reclaiming his mouth once more, kissing him demandingly.
Gabe loved a girl that wasn't afraid to be aggressive, and the more time he spent with Clarissa, the more she seemed willing to go for what she wanted. His kisses matched hers, eager and growing in passion, as he finished unbuttoning her vest and shirt. Opening his eyes, he looked down at her chest and smiled before picking up the kiss again. White, but still damn sexy, and the visual reality was always better than his imagination. "I like this one," Gabe said between kisses and he tugged the front of the cup down to expose her nipple and pinch lightly. There was something about half dressed girls that really turned him on, perhaps the prospect of what was to come. It was like unwrapping a present, and it got him excited every time.
Clarissa felt she'd wasted enough time being timid the two previous years since meeting Gabe. Sure, she hadn't been afraid to tell him when she thought he was being a total idiot, or confront him if she thought that he was doing something that he shouldn't have. However, when it had come to telling him how she felt about him, she'd held that back and she was definitely making up for it now. Her breath hitched and her body trembled lightly under his touch; Gabe knew exactly where to touch her, and all the best ways to set her body on fire. "Glad you approve," she murmured, smirking against his lips. She released her grip on his hair, letting her hands trail down his sides to grip the bottom of his t-shirt, giving it a tug upwards. "This, is definitely in the way..." she breathed, diving back into the kiss. He wasn't the only one that enjoyed the unwrapping part.
There were no objections on his part as Gabe helped her pull his shirt off, always eager to have more skin on skin contact. In fact, he wanted more than he was currently getting, her shirt still partially in the way. It only took a few seconds for him to finish unbuttoning it and remove it entirely, leaving her bra on but covering absolutely nothing. Scooting down on the bed, Gabe took one nipple into his mouth, sucking then biting gently. His hands continued their downward journey, sliding up under her skirt as he sucked at her breasts. Gabe loved girls wearing skirts, as it made it all the easier to fool around. If only he could get Clarissa to wear them out more. She probably knew that he would take advantage of it, though, for which he couldn't really blame her. Gabe smiled as his teeth scraped against the tight nub of her nipple, his hand rubbing her crotch over her underwear. "So are these..."
Clarissa's hands once again plunged into his hair, fingers clenching tight into the dirty blonde strands. As she arched up against the heat of his mouth, she let out a stifled moan and she bit down hard on her lip. She was a lucky girl to have a guy that payed proper attention to where her particular erogenous zones were and never neglected them. Clarissa did not stifle the moans that bubbled up each time his teeth dragged across the delicate pink flesh of her nipple -- her hips rolling up slowly against his hand. "Mmmm... then you should definitely do something... about that... don't ya think..?" she panted, pressing her head back against the mattress.
"Definitely," he smiled, lips moving to the opposite breast as he began to tug down her panties. Sure, he could take the skirt off, as well as those thigh highs, but why? It wasn't that she needed them, but that they added to his own childish excitement. As he threw her panties aside, Gabe slid his hands up her thighs, laughing softly as he gently snapped the garter then continued on. He didn't think he'd be getting any complaints once he slid a finger inside of her. Finding her wet for him always got him riled up, still unable to believe she wanted him as much as he wanted her. In the back of his mind, he knew it was more than just the physical, but right now that was his focus. He was just as turned on as she was, and they didn't have to stop.
The snapping the garter gave Clarissa a slight start, her body shuddering slightly -- a low gasp that was anything but a protest escaping her lips, quickly turning into a choked moan as his finger slid inside her. "God, yes..." she breathed, rolling her hips against his hand. He could have all the childish excitement he wanted and then some so long as he kept doing things like that to her body.