Body Shots Who: Claire and Gabe Where: His house When: late night, end of the party NSFW
Claire was feeling... good? That was probably the best way to describe it. The party, at it's peak, had so many people that she had sort of confined herself to the corner of the house when Gabe wasn't around. She didn't expect him to hang out with her all night, since it was his party, and he had other friends to talk to. And she had her own too! Sort of. Madock and Jessalyn, and a couple others... Claire didn't really have any close friends, but the great things about parties was that once everyone started drinking you could really chat with anyone, even if you would never speak to them in school.
But school was over now. Thank god. At least for a couple months. Claire was hanging out in the corner of the kitchen now where it was a bit quieter now, finishing off her third beer, even though she wasn't a big fan of the taste. But Gabe had promised her jello shots, so she wasn't really putting too much thought into her liquor of choice. She was definitely buzzing, and happy, and she was relieved that she hadn't had to drag anyone out into the yard to vomit. Yet anyway.
Gabe had had more than three beers, but he'd managed not to go off the deep end, staying away from the friends that wanted to chug down as much as they could in sixty seconds. As the host of the party, it would have been easy to be drunk from the beginning, so it had taken a lot of work on his party not to be sloppy drunk by this point. Gabe was definitely feeling good, though, and was glad to see that the party was thinning out. It reminded him that he still had jello shots in the kitchen, that were supposed to be for him and Claire, which meant he really should find her again. Waving goodbye to another group of friends, he wandered from the living room to the kitchen, smiling as he stepped in the doorway.
"Found you," he grinned, picking up cups and dropping them in the trash as he made his way over to her. "Having fun yet? I think I saw your brother and Jessalyn..." Gabe pointed back towards the living room as he let that thought fade. "I believe I have something special for you, in the form of little green cups. Want one?" he asked, opening up the refrigerator.
"You found me," Claire agreed with a smile. "Longest game of hide and seek ever. I've been having fun, yeah! I talked to Madock and Jessalyn for a bit earlier. Did they leave then?" Her own thoughts were sort of derailed by the mention of jello shots. She set her nearly empty beer cup down and wandered over to the fridge he had opened. "Ha! I knew you would. I'm surprised no one found them before now."
"Glad you didn't hide somewhere difficult, or I'd've been at it all night," Gabe snickered. Even worse, he might have forgotten she was hiding! Was she hiding? Wait, no. "Maybe. They were here, but I don't think I've seen them for a bit." It was quite possible that they were still around, since Gabe hadn't been looking for them on his way to the kitchen. It was Claire he'd wanted to find, and find her he did. "I hid them behind the milk and cheese," he said, handing her two, then setting a few more on the counter. He turned to her afterwards, one for himself in his hand. "Can we toast with jello? I think we can!"
"I doubt it... you'd be able to find me quicker than you think," she said, thinking about his wolfish senses. But with all the people that had been in his house, she supposed he could have gotten scents mixed up. Maybe. She wasn't entirely sure how that worked yet. She took the shots he offered her, more than ready to get the icky beer taste from her mouth. "I don't know if you can toast with jello, but I know you can toast with jello shots. So are we toasting the end of school then?" She lifted one to her mouth, more than ready to down it.
"Hmm, maybe true! We should try it sometime!" he said, only thinking about his ability to scent her out after the fact. He wasn't used to using his scenses for anything yet, so the idea didn't come to him right off the bat. Eventually, he suspected it would be instinct; he'd be able to scent her out wherever she went. "Yes, with the shots. I didn't make us those little finger things. What're they called? Jigglers? I don't think they'd work with alcohol in them," Gabe smiled, lifting one of the little cups to his lips. "Toasting the end of high school and new beginnings!" Then he swallowed it down.
"Jigglers... oh! Like the cut out jello things? Nah, I don't think they'd work too well either. But yeah, woo! No high school and things!" She took care of the first shot in her hand, and then immediately swallowed the other one. "Oh my god, I'm going to be stumbling around here like an idiot soon," Claire said, completely amused by the prospect. Once she got past the phase of where everything was funny... then came the stumbling. "Did you make the rounds as party host? I'm proud of you, Gabriel, that you're not already passed out somewhere."
"It'd be fun to jiggle them though," Gabe laughed. After swallowing his first shot, he realized then that Claire had downed both of hers at once. "Hey! I gotta keep up!" he said, then shot back another. Oh yes, lime goodness! It felt funny going down his throat. "We're at that point where you're allowed to stumble around like an idiot," he grinned, leaning against the counter. "And you should be proud of me! I held back! If I kept up with everyone else, then I couldn't have had jello shots with you, and that would have been no fun. I'd have been laying in the middle of my living room floor, or maybe even on the couch. Would you have come found me?"
Claire had to lean against the closed fridge to keep from swaying. She didn't need to tumble over in his kitchen. Especially not with people still there. "I am so proud of you," Claire said, grinning. "And hell yes, I would have found you... you know it wouldn't have been the first time I found you in the middle of the floor, or on your couch. Or in the hallway, outside the door to your bedroom." She laughed at that memory. "I like being the designated carrier to the bed person." She reached for another shot, sort of taken back by the sudden thought that he looked really nice tonight. Like... cute. It was a strange thing. Not that she never thought of him as cute before, but right now she was really aware of it. Which probably meant she needed another jello shot.
Gabe laughed and told himself that he would not be embarrassed that his best friend, now the girl he liked, had carried him to bed on more than one occasion. So he'd been a little wild! Everyone was at one time or another. "Well, tonight you won't have to carry me, nor push or pull, or even drag me to bed," he grinned. "Unless, of course, we go a little too crazy with the jello shots, but then I don't think you'll be carrying me anywhere!" He laughed as he swallowed down another shot, then smiled at her. "Unless you want to drag me to bed," he teased, swaying a bit in her direction. That could be fun, and an entirely different experience.
"I promise not to let you go to sleep anywhere but your bed," Claire told him. She grinned at his comment. "Don't tempt me, Gabriel." She reached out for another shot, thinking it wasn't so bad to flirt back. It was a lot more fun than rolling her eyes and punching him in the arm. "I mean, maybe tonight you'll have to carry me to bed! If I keep on these jello shots. Don't let me eat them all..." She wanted to be able to remember things tonight in the morning. "Oh, I should get another tattoo of a jello shot... now that I'm an inked badass. I'll get a jello shot on my ass or something."
It really was a lot more exciting when she flirted back, and Gabe could almost hear his heart speed up a bit. "I would carry you," he grinned. "You just might have to hold your arms out so I don't run into anything along the way." Carrying anyone in an inebriated state wasn't the best idea in the world, but he wasn't going to let Claire sleep on the floor any more than she'd let him. "A jello shot?!" he laughed. "If you got a jello shot on your ass, I would so go with you. You could help me pick one out. Want another?" he asked, holding it out to her. "Promise I won't let you eat them all."
"You carry me and then you would probably stumble and fall and we'd both go down. It might be funny at the time but I bet it'd hurt like a bitch in the morning." She took another, already feeling a bit light headed in a kind of really good way. "Thanks... you would just go with me because I was getting a tattoo on my ass," she pointed out with a small snicker. "You'd probably want to hold my hand through it too, right?" Claire shot him an amused look before she downed the next shot and shook her head. She was going to sleep really well later. "I'd help you pick out a tattoo... no naked girls! And no stupid celtic knots. It would have to be really cool, like the moon or something."
"Then we'd have war wounds from my party," he laughed, taking one more as well. Was this three or four? He couldn't remember, but he suspected that both of those numbers made it time to quit. They always caught up with him after he'd had too many. "What's wrong with wanting to hold your hand through it?" Gabe asked, then shot back his last jello shot. "I bet Madock held your hand when he was there. Granted, it wasn't on your ass, but still. It's the concept!" Besides, if he were to see her ass, he was hoping it might be some place better than the tattoo parlor. "No naked girls or celtic knots," Gabe agreed, shaking his head and making a face. "A moon might be cool, if it looked like a moon. It might just look like this odd circle though. It's gotta be really cool if it's inked into my skin. And nothing girly!"
"You could make it look like a moon! I mean, they could make it look like a moon." She had to be done with the jello shots... as good as they were. "And yes, Madock held my hand! But my wrist is not my ass." She giggled, lifting her hand to her mouth to stifle the sound. She had drank too much. "We'll find something meaningful for you before you get one, I promise." Claire eyed the jello shots, feeling a bit bold and confident for the first time in a long time. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe that's why her dad drank all the time. "I remember I owe you a body shot... right?" Could they even do that with people around? Probably not. She might be too embarrassed if people saw.
"Course it's not! Nice as they both are, they are not to be mixed up," Gabe laughed. He'd probably had more than he needed as well, but it was the end of the party, so it didn't really matter too much at this point. As long as he didn't get sick. That was something he wanted to avoid. Except, one tequila shot would be worth it, definitely worth it. Or any shot, for that matter, if he got to lick it off Claire. "You do," he smirked, moving closer, one arm braced on the refrigerator behind her. "What kind and where?" he asked. Tequila was complicated and took cutting the limes, plus the salt and the shot. Rum, though, could be quick and easy, and would probably be the better choice at this point.
"Uhm." She grinned, despite tensing a bit when he moved in toward her. She wasn't uncomfortable with it by any means. It just felt strange to have him so close. In a sort of good way. "I don't care what kind, since you're the one... er, doing it. And where it is... I don't care." She laughed and felt her cheeks burning. "I've never done it before. I'm a body shot virgin." She obviously wasn't going to make him do it off her foot! Maybe her stomach or something. Maybe. Just thinking about it was making her body flush all over. "Don't people use tequila? Or some kind of liquor like that?"
"If we use tequila, we have to cut up the limes, and I don't think either of us need to be handling a knife right now," Gabe snickered. He could smell her so much better this close, and was tempted to lick her neck without the liquor. At least he had the good sense to realize she might find that weird. "How's coconut rum sound?" He'd gotten it specifically at her request, even if he was the one who'd be licking it off her. Gabe backed up and opened a cabinet, grabbing the bottle of rum and a single shot glass. "I was thinking your stomach or your neck," he said, taking her hand with his free one and pulling her close again. "We can do it here, if you want, or in my room," he said. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but both places could for different reasons. He realized then that they were alone in the kitchen, though music still played from the sound system in the other room. "Your pick."
"Rum's good," she said, trying to sound like she had done this before, even though she'd just admitted that she hadn't. Claire didn't want to come across like a total spaz after all. She didn't even know what a body shot entailed, other than things she had seen at parties... people licking off salt and chasing it with shooters. Right? Maybe not. She had no clue and her brain was too hazy to even try and think of about it right now. "Your room," Claire said quickly, glancing over her shoulder. She didn't want people walking in on them. That would make her more uneasy than being alone with him in his room. She had never been uncomfortable around Gabe and she doubted she would now.
"Come on," he said, laughing a little as he dragged her in that direction. As they exited the kitchen, he could see that there were only a few people left and they looked about ready to leave, which was how he preferred it. He stopped only to turn off the music, which seemed to let everyone that remained know it was time to leave. Gabe had only done so so that he could tell who was still in his house, super hearing and all that. "I'm really hoping no one's made use of my bedroom," he said, thinking aloud. Generally his friends were pretty good about fooling around elsewhere. Like the basement. Climbing the stairs, Gabe had to let go of Claire's hand to hold onto the rail. "This is why a one story house would be nice," he snickered. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Claire promised. She kept hold of his hand tightly, just in case one of them tripped on the steps. "And I hope no one's messed around in your room either, because gross!" She laughed, thinking it would be pretty funny to open the door and see people fooling around. She wondered what he would do. She would probably just laugh her ass off. Claire managed to trip a bit on the last step, but she caught herself on the landing with her free hand and it only fueled her laughter. "Sorry. Better to fall forward than backward."
"I'd have to kick their ass," he laughed, seriously doubting he could do such a thing at the moment. Plus, if they were still there? He had the feeling that they'd be more embarrassed than anything else. Girls generally didn't like being walked in on in his experience. When Claire almost fell, Gabe leaned down to help her to her feet. "Better not to fall at all! But yes, forwards rather than backwards. Always good. I say, in our house, if we drink too much, we stay downstairs. If there's a second floor, I mean. It's gotta be big enough for three of us, cause I don't think anyone's gonna wanna share a room," he pointed out, opening the door to his bedroom. Luckily, it was empty and appeared clean.
Forward was good! As long as it wasn't falling forward. Was that what he was talking about? Claire lifted her free hand to her mouth to stifle the giggle. She was a girl who hated giggling and here she couldn't stop. She walked into his room, thankful to see it was empty and the bed wasn't rumpled. She toed off her shoes, since she wanted to be comfortable and released his hand to go over and flop on his bed. It was comfortable, and smelled like him, which was just fine with her. She just had to work on not falling asleep. "I think you would try to kick their ass... which would probably be pretty amusing to watch when you've been drinking."
"I think I could get a hit or two in," Gabe said, stopping to slip off his shoes as well, just because she had. And because it was his bedroom. When did he ever feel the need to wear shoes in his bedroom? "I think I'd be laughing though. Especially if I was trying to fight someone who didn't even have their pants fastened," he snickered, crawling up on the bed with her. Though the bottle was in his hand, he's halfway forgotten about it, as well as the original purpose of coming to his room. "Ever walk in on someone before? Right now, I'd have a hard time staying mad."
She shook her head and smiled at him. "Never... thank god. I don't think I would be able to stop laughing if I did. Or maybe I would get really embarrassed. Who knows?" Claire glanced at the bottle in his hand. "I think.. if you get to do a shot off of me, it's only fair that I get to do one off of you, right?" And did she really just say that? Her cheeks... and neck, and upper body, all flushed, but she ignored it, feigning amusement instead.
"Right now, you'd laugh," Gabe grinned. "Sober, maybe not." He didn't think it would be near as funny in other instances, but it was hard to tell. Right now, just about everything was a little bit funny. Or hot. Damn hot. Gabe couldn't quite believe what she'd just asked him, but there was no way in hell he was going to turn her down. "It's only fair," he agreed with a grin, his hand sliding up her side, pushing up her shirt. "Lay on your back?" he asked, definitely remembering the shot at this point. "Where would you want to do a shot off me?" he asked, opening the bottle of rum.
Oh god, he was touching her! Not that he ever touched her before but... now it felt different. Claire felt her flush turn into a burning sort of sensation, and she scooted back to lay down, giggling a bit anxiously as he exposed her stomach. Now was no time to be self conscious, which she sort of was. If she hadn't been drinking, she would have been tugging her shirt back down over her skin. Her eyes drifted over to his face at his question. "Uh... I don't know. Wherever you would want me to."
Gabe could feel his body heat up as his fingers slid over the soft skin of her stomach. His heart beat faster and he swallowed, forcing himself to keep his breathing even. It was such a small thing that he felt silly getting so worked up over it, but he'd never touched her in such a way! Definitely not with her knowing his interest. "But it's your shot," he smiled, sitting back just a bit to pour a shot of rum into the shot glass. "If I get to pick where on you, you should get to do the same." Setting the bottle aside, he smiled down at her. "Now just be still, or it'll run north or south," he teased.
"Okay, I'll choose then..." Claire grinned and closed her eyes briefly. "Just don't make me laugh, or then I'll start shaking and stuff. And then you'll have rum all over your bed." She wanted to keep giggling, but forced herself to shut up by biting her lower lip. She felt hot all over, and she was sure he could hear her heart pounding like mad in her chest. Everything would get better once it was over.
"Then I'd have to lick it all up," Gabe grinned, then poured the rum onto her stomach. It pooled in her belly button, then attempted to run towards her chest. Gabe didn't give it time to make a mess though, as he bent his head and sucked it off her, tongue swiping across her skin. He was definitely glad they'd moved to his room as he began placing open mouthed kisses over her rum-flavored stomach.
Claire's stomach muscles jerked when he poured the rum on her, and she couldn't stifle the next giggle that escaped her lips. But it was cut off abruptly when his mouth pressed against her skin and she felt his tongue. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply. That was a body shot? She found she was having trouble breathing, and she couldn't stare at the ceiling anymore. Her eyes shifted to watch him, and the heat that was flooding over her seemed to pool in one particular place. She was suppose to do that to him too? Claire felt like she was torn between laughing, groaning and wanting to hide. "That's not so bad," Claire said lamely, her voice a bit hoarse from the dryness in her throat.
"Not so bad?" Gabe said, laughing a little as he climbed up her body. Something had changed in her scent, something he didn't understand, except that she was doing that delicious thing again and it was doing totally unfair things to him. Control was easier when he hadn't been drinking. "I'd do another, just to taste you again," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her neck. As much as he liked the rum, the taste of her skin alone was incredibly addictive. His fingers fluttered up her bare side where her shirt had been pushed up and his mouth moved closer to her ear. "You still want a turn?" he asked, then gently scraped her ear lobe with his teeth. If his brain hadn't been all fuzzy, he might not have been as playful, might have been more worried. If it was a bad idea, he didn't realize it at the moment, to caught up in Claire to think about the consequences.
She swallowed hard when he moved up her body, and Claire was fairly certain her heart was going to pound right out of her chest. While she was internally freaking out, she found she couldn't move. Especially now because he was kissing her neck, where there was no rum. Claire felt like she had frozen and for a second, she didn't know what to do. Maybe if she had been sober, she could have laughed, or... something. As it was, all she could do is try to keep her eyes from closing at how nice it felt. A shaky breath escaped her lips when he nibbled at her earlobe. Holy crap. Her body was acutely aware of him. Of his mouth, and where his hands were, and the fact that her shirt was still pushed up. What was she supposed to do? Claire turned her face toward him, searching his eyes with her own before her hand came up to slide through the hair at the nape of his neck. Fuck it. She lifted her head from the bed to close the distance between them and kiss him. Sober or not, she went with her instinct this time. If it was the wrong thing to do, he would tell her, right? And if he pulled away, maybe she would pass out from embarrassment and not remember it in the morning.
There was nothing in Gabe's reaction that could possibly have indicated that her response was wrong. His arms slid around her, his heart felt loud enough that even she could hear it, and he kissed her back as if the world depended on it. There was a tiny part of his brain that argued that they hadn't even had a date yet, but why the fuck did that matter? They'd been almost dating for months and known each other for years. One official date shouldn't prevent a kiss, and even if it should, he was going to ignore that rule. Fuck the rules. He'd been wanting a kiss for far too long to let that stop him. Her lips tasted even better than her skin, lightly flavored with something sweet that he realized must be lime jello. He smiled as he deepened the kiss, wondering if their tongues were green. When he finally needed air, he pulled back just a touch, breathing hard. "You forgot the rum," he teased with a smile, brushing his lips over her own in another small kiss.
Claire wasn't even thinking about rules, or dates, or anything else like that. She knew if she started thinking, she might freak out and for once, she just wanted to do what she wanted to do, rather than being concerned with the possible consequences. And, wow, Gabe really knew how to kiss. She didn't think that kisses could actually turn a person on... but then again, she hadn't thought body shots could either. When he pulled away, she opened her eyes to look at him, thankful that her vision was still fairly clear. She licked her lips and smiled. "I can taste it on you," she told him, leaning up when he kissed her again. Her hand slipped down his side to dip under her shirt. She pushed it up and fell back on the mattress again. She wanted to kiss him again, but really, she wanted to see if she could do to him what he did to her. "But you're right... I think it's my turn." She moved to sit up and nudge him back, although her head was kind of hazy and dizzy, but that was okay. It would be worth it, she was sure.
He would have been perfectly fine continuing on with the kissing, but if she wanted to lick a shot off of him, then he wasn't going to stop her. Both were a turn on, and he was fairly certain that they could go back to kissing afterwards. Plus, he really wanted to see if she'd do it. Her fingers on his skin sent goosebumps up his chest and he took a shaky breath as he laid back. Rather than let her just lift up his shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. "Just in case things get messy," he smiled, reaching out to her, his fingers brushing down her arm. He wanted her close again, to kiss her again, but told himself he could be patient. He still couldn't quite believe this was happening and wondered if he'd wake up in the morning and find it was all just a pleasant dream. He almost wanted her to pinch him, just to make sure it was real.
She watched she took his shirt off and her eyes drifted over him, that filter in her brain completely gone at this point. She had seen him shirtless before, but she had never allowed herself to ogle. Not she was oggling. She took the rum bottle and decided not to be shy about it. Since he clearly wasn't. Tomorrow she would deal with maybe being embarrassed by the whole thing. Thank god for jello shots and beer, otherwise she might have completely frozen up. "I'll try not to be too messy," she promised with a small laugh. She had watched him when he had poured it on her, so she decided to do the same. Biting her lower lip in concentration, she carefully poured the rum over his stomach, and a little bit up toward his chest. She capped the bottle and set it to the side before pushing her hair behind her ears and leaning over. She didn't even hesitate, since if she did, she might start giggling again. She sucked at the liquor before her tongue came out to lick it off his skin. It was definitely a new experience and her hands came down on either side of him to hold herself up as her tongue slid up his abdomen to his chest. This was definitely not something she was going to tell Madock about.
He could see the difference in the way she looked at him, sure that she hadn't done anything like that as of late. If she had, then maybe he would have had a little more confidence in working up the nerve to ask her out. Now it didn't matter, since there was definitely an attraction that neither seemed all that good at denying, and for that he was thankful. Gabe inhaled softly as the liquor poured over his skin, then bit his lip as her tongue followed it's path. Hot damn, that was nice, especially the way her hands held him in place. "Did you really think I'd want to do body shots with someone I didn't like?" he asked with a smile, leaning up enough to look down at her. If she hadn't known he was into her before the body shots, surely she would have figured it out during them. Besides it being completely erotic in nature, having her tongue on him was a big enough turn on that he couldn't not be aroused, especially drunk.
She looked up at him and grinned. "I guess not, no... but don't they say people get more attractive the drunker you get?" She mimicked his earlier movements and crawled up his body until she bent down to press her lips against his neck. His skin was hot and she flicked her tongue against it tentatively. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Like him, she was sure she would wake up tomorrow passed out somewhere, and all of this would have been a dream. This wasn't like her, to do this stuff. Especially with her best friend. But her thoughts were definitely straying from the 'friends' zone at the moment. Claire was acting on feeling now, rather than rational thought. It felt pretty liberating.
"But I didn't ask you while drunk," Gabe pointed out with a grin. He'd suggested body shots perfectly sober, which meant he'd been just as interested in her then as he was now. He just didn't think she'd let him go through with it. As her lips moved to his neck, Gabe's hands slid up her back, beneath her shirt. He fully expected her to slap them away, and he probably wouldn't have done it sober, but why not? Then again, he might have done it sober, since he was certain she was interested at that point. Making decisions wasn't based on thought at the moment, more by feel and instinct and desire. And she felt nice! "I'm glad you chose the bedroom," he laughed softly, tilting his head to steal another kiss from her lips.
"I thought it would feel weird," Claire murmured, shifting her body down to rest against his. "Not the body shot," she added, as if maybe she was confusing him. "Kissing you... but it's doesn't. Feel weird, I mean." She ran her hand down his side to his waist. She was laying in bed with Gabe. Who was shirtless. Who she had just licked rum off of. It was... surreal. She tugged him toward her. "Kiss me again," she said, trying not to be overly demanding, but she wanted to see how it felt again. Because if it felt this nice after a lot of drinking, then it might feel even better when she was sober.
"The kitchen?" Gabe asked, brow furrowing until she explained. Then it made a lot more sense, though he would have had to agree that this would have felt weird in the kitchen. Much too public, in his opinion, even if it was his own house. While he'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist, he didn't really like the idea of getting caught, and a first kiss with Claire wasn't something he wanted to share. "I'm glad it doesn't feel weird," he said with a smile, his fingers lightly moving up and down her back beneath her shirt. His smile moved to a grin at her request and he leaned up on his elbows, doing just as she asked. He didn't mind demanding, and quickly decided that he would never turn down an opportunity to kiss her. Nothing he'd ever imagined had been as good as the real thing, and he'd spent quite a bit of time fantasizing about it. Lifting one hand to rest on her neck, he used the other to pull her closer. It was hard to imagine anything better than this.
Claire kissed him back, a happy little sound reverberating in her throat at the feel of his lips on hers. She had fantasized about this before. A long time ago, but had sort of stopped torturing herself when she had realized it would never happen. But now it was happening, and it was making everything inside of her tingle. She slipped her tongue past his lips, tasting lime and coconut there and she tried to maintain some semblance of control. Alcohol or not, she had to be able to rein in certain... wants. It was just hard when it felt so good. It was nice and private in his room, and quiet. And he didn't have a shirt on, and his body was hard, and smooth and hot. And... it was really hard to think.
Gabe found himself wanting to roll them over, wanting to pull off her shirt, wanting... a lot more than he really could have. And should have, if his brain was really functioning. He didn't want to move too fast, but what was too fast when they were already so close? He knew which line he couldn't cross, but otherwise it was hard to rationalize anything else. Sitting up the slightest bit more, he tugged her shirt up, his words muffled against her lips, as he refused to stop kissing her to talk. "If I don' have a shirt... you shouldn' have a shirt... 's not fair." It seemed perfectly logical at the moment, even if potentially dangerous in a very good way.
She probably should have freaked out when he started taking her shirt off and a tiny part of her nearly tensed, but he made sense, after all, right? And she would hate for things to be uneven and unfair between them. And besides, if she said no, he might stop and then her heart would stop pounding and all the tingling would go away and she didn't want that to happen yet. Claire pulled away from his mouth reluctantly before she helped him get her shirt up and off of her head. Had she not known about Gabe liking her, she might have worn one of her boring bras, but... for some reason she had went with her black lacy, and sort of revealing one, even though she'd had no intention of this happening. Maybe it was a subconscious thing or something. "It's fair now," Claire said once her shirt was out of the way. She smiled and leaned back in toward his mouth. He had the best mouth. Ever.
"Oh, good Lord," Gabe muttered as she pulled her shirt off, his hand sliding up her bare side as she leaned back down to kiss. What couldn't get better? Just got better. Kissing her shirtless was ten times more amazing than kissing her with a shirt on, especially when she was wearing things like that. Gabe hadn't even thought Claire would own such a bra, let alone be wearing one tonight, but he was definitely praising her decision. He could feel the black lace against his chest, feel her nipples though the thin material, and he moaned softly against her lips, pulling her body against his own so that they could lay against each other, side by side. He could do this all night, till the sun rose, provided he could actually stay awake. He didn't think that would be a problem, seeing as how kissing Claire would never, ever put him to sleep.
Claire blushed a bit at his reaction, but she realized it was a good reaction, not a disgusted one. Not that she truly believed Gabe would ever look at her that way, but it was just instinctive to think so. She felt herself smile against his lips and she wrapped a leg over his hips when they shifted to lay side by side. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. She had went from being apprehensive and unsure about it one day, to kissing him shirtless on his bed the next. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Or maybe it was just right. And since she had thought about it doing it a lot over the time she had known him, Claire ran her hand over him, wherever she could reach. Whenever she'd touched him, it had always been in a friendly, innocent way. She could do much more than that now.
Feeling the smile against his lips, Gabe smiled back, then groaned as she wrapped a leg over him. That really wasn't fair, and he found himself pulling her hips against his just to prove it. While he couldn't make good on what he wanted, she couldn't be ignorant to it either. He didn't think she was; she knew him too well to be oblivious. With her hands roaming all over him, Gabe felt welcome to do the same, rubbing over her arms, back, and shoulders, up into her hair as they continued kissing. He couldn't believe this was actually happening, that he'd been so unsure of her attraction the day before, since now it was impossible to ignore. Gabe slid her bra strap off her shoulder as his kisses moved to her neck, needing air, but unwilling to stop kissing her. "You smell so good," he whispered, and wondered if that was just him. He'd never noticed a girl's scent before, not like this.
She wasn't oblivious to how he felt pressed against her. She couldn't definitely feel his arousal and it took every ounce of hazy willpower not to reach between them and touch him. She had an idea of where their limits were, sort of... since at the moment her body was telling her it wouldn't be so bad to unzip his jeans. But it would be bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. But so good. Claire shivered as he touched her, his fingers leaving trails of goosebumps behind. She sighed contently when his lips moved to her shoulder and then she smiled lazily, tightening her leg around his hip to press herself against him. "You smell good too," she said, though she was sort of aware that he could probably smell her a lot better than she could smell him. "Should have done this before," Claire added, sliding her hand over the small of his back.
Gabe's hips pressed back as hers did, definitely following her line of thought that what was bad could really be very good. He'd done far more with girls he knew and liked less and it didn't even compare to how good this was. Maybe sober he'd wonder how that worked, but right now he was far more into feeling. "Should have," he agreed, kissing her collar bone as his hand slid up her side to brush over her breast. He wasn't going to argue that it needed to come off, instead just tugging it down on one side to expose her nipple. "Just have to make it up to you," he smiled against her skin, trailing his lips down further. Gently squeezing her breast, he kissed the top of it, eyes moving up to watch her face.
For a second, Claire forgot how to breathe. Ohmygod was ongoing the mantra running her head at the moment. Yes, he could make it up to her if he wanted. Who was she to argue? And when was the last time anyone touched her like this anyway? It seemed to be even better that it was Gabe, since she actually cared about him. Somehow her hand found it's way to the nape of his neck again, and her fingers slid through the soft strands. "Gabe," she breathed, trying again to keep her heavy eyes open. Everything felt really, really hot and she rolled her hips against him, encouraging in what she was sure was a subtle way, even though it wasn't. She was going to die from it all, that much she was certain of.
As she said his name, Gabe shivered, and he knew he'd do anything to hear his name on her lips more often. Why did he wait so long before making a move? He'd been pining over her for months now, sure that this would never happen. At least he hadn't missed his chance. As his teeth and tongue worked one nipple into a tight little nub, he reached behind her to unfasten her bra. For once his experience paid off and he didn't have to struggle with the clasp. Sliding the straps down her arms, he freed her, dropping her bra off the side of the bed. "God, you're beautiful," he muttered, lips moving back up to her own. His hands, which had ceased worrying about which lines should or shouldn't be crossed, felt fit to settle on her ass as he continued to move his hips against hers. "What's too fast?" he asked her breathlessly. He wanted more, but wasn't sure where to stop.
She wasn't beautiful. She really wasn't. But at that moment, hearing him say it made her actually believe it. And she didn't feel self conscious about herself, not with his mouth and hands on her like that. Heat pooled between her legs as his mouth closed around her nipple, and she couldn't even think about protesting when he pulled her bra off. Good riddance, actually. Claire was pretty sure she might die from all the sensations pummeling her. It was just a cloudy haze of arousal, so acute that it was nearly painful. And she wanted to slip her hand into his jeans really badly. He spoke again and she opened her eyes in confusion, trying to comprehend his words. Too fast? She didn't know what was too fast. Everything? Nothing? They had been best friends for a couple of years. He knew her better than anyone. If not for his curse, she would have wanted him completely at that moment. Dammit. Claire licked her lips and struggled to make a coherent sentence. "I think... I want you," she said finally, sure of that, more than anything at the moment. "It's hard to think." She smiled a bit with the admission, wishing she could just push all the booze out and talk properly.
Hearing that, Gabe really did hate his curse, since it prevented him from having what he wanted more than anything. Sex meant too much now, and he couldn't risk it when they were both definitely drunk. It was a committment and a promise and a binding, and he was afraid she'd wake up in the morning and regret it. While he didn't think Claire would regret the sex itself, he knew how she felt about getting tied to someone, and he wouldn't let them go down that path in the state they were in. That didn't rule out everything though. "I want you too," he smiled, and kissed her again. That he knew, and could make good on without getting them into trouble. "I want to touch you," he said as he began unfastening her pants. "I don't need to think to know that."
He wanted her. Gabe wanted her. Gabe. The guy who could have anyone he wanted. Who, at one point, probably had. Guys like him never went for girls like her, that had always been her belief. Best friends had been good enough for a long time and now... he was unfastening her pants and telling her he wanted her. How did any of this happen. She swallowed again, her eyes drifting down to watch his hands. She was completely aroused and there was a part of her that was the tiniest bit embarrassed that he was going to feel it for himself. But maybe she could distract him from it. Her hand hand fell to the button of his jeans before she looked at his face and pulled it open. "Fair is fair, right?"
"Gotta be fair," he said with a little laugh. She had already felt his arousal pressed against her, so it shouldn't be that big a surprise when she opened his pants. Still, there was something about it that made him that much more excited, perhaps the prospect of what was to happen next. His fantasies did a poor job of capturing how good this really was, and so he was unable to take his eyes off of her. Once her pants were unzipped, he began to push them down, over her hips, exposing the matching bottoms to the black lacy bra. His boxer-briefs were nothing in comparison, so hopefully she wouldn't mind. "These are awesome," Gabe grinned as his hand slid under the hip of her panties, then began to move in slowly, till he was rubbing between her legs, over the material. She was wonderfully wet, and he moaned softly, smiling as he kissed her.
"Glad you approve," Claire said with a soft giggle before she leaned in to kiss him again. She was feeling more comfortable now that her jeans were off... oddly enough. She unzipped his jeans and tore her mouth from his to look down at her progress. It was hard to concentrate though, when he was touching her, and she groaned and pressed against his hand before pausing and pulled back. "Wait," she said, breathless and trying to maintain control. "Let me get yours off first, or I'll never be able to if you're touching me..." She shoved his jeans down his hips, wanting to be able to touch him when he was touching her. Holy crap! She was undressing Gabe. Gabe! It was no longer frightening or surreal, but kind of funny in a happy way.
While he didn't want to wait, he couldn't object to her reasoning and pulled his hand away with a soft chuckle. "You don't like to be distracted?" he asked, obviously teasing. He couldn't believe how comfortable they were together, though he probably should have guessed they would be. It was nice to be with someone where he could be playful and not worry about how his partner would take it. Claire knew him well enough to read his emotions, even if all her experience had come from outside the bedroom. With his jeans pushed down, Gabe kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving him just in his black boxer-briefs. His erection pressed against the material, a wet spot near the tip, and as her hands moved closer he took a shaky breath. "Can I touch you now?" he asked, unable to wait any longer.
"I just want to be able to touch you too," Claire remarked, a grin playing at her lips. She watched him get rid of his jeans, her bottom lip between her teeth. God, he was gorgeous. And she got to touch him. She did feel comfortable now, and she knew it was because of Gabe. Being best friends with him, he knew everything about her... her secrets, her insecurities. Everything. Maybe that was why. Once he was as bare as she was, Claire nodded and leaned in to kiss him again before her own hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxer-briefs. She didn't think, didn't hesitate... she just wrapped her fingers around him, feeling that hot, hard smoothness in her palm. God, he felt good. Why hadn't they been doing this from the beginning? Well, there were reasons but... they were doing it now. And it felt natural, and right, and that probably was made more clear to her with the alcohol than it would have without it.
"Claire," he gasped as her fingers encircled him. He lifted his hips to her, moving on instinct, as his hand slipped back between her legs. This time he didn't let the barrier of her panties stay in the way, tugging it down and pushing it aside. She was wet and ready, and even if he couldn't be inside her, this was amazing. His fingers rubbed between her lips, over her clit, before he slipped them inside her. She was so hot, so soft... He felt like an idiot for waiting this long to chase after her, but maybe this was how it was meant to be. Maybe it was this much better because they'd been such close friends first. If it had been the other way around, he wasn't sure he'd have known how wonderful she was, wouldn't have cared for her so intensely. It was never like this with anyone else, but he didn't need that to know Claire was special. She always had been, and now was even more so.
There was a strange sense of empowerment she felt when he said her name like that. It was an odd thing to believe she had this kind of effect on him. Claire was well past thinking and her eyes fell shut as he touched her. She pressed against his hand, encouraging him even as she made sure she didn't stop her own minstrations on him. She stroked him slowly, her thumb sliding over the head, smearing the bit of wetness she felt there. Claire let herself forget his curse for a moment, and imagined what it would be like to have him inside of her. To have sex with someone she actually cared about for once. It would undoubtedly be the best kind, right? "Off," Claire murmured, releasing him long enough to start pushing his boxer-briefs down over his hips. She wanted to be able to touch him without any restrictions.
Her words registered as a request which he repeated softly before helping her remove his last bit of clothing. And then it only seemed right that she be wearing just as much herself. Gabe tugged off her black lace panties, unable to decide whether he should focus on feeling or touching, and trying to do both at once. "I want you so bad," he whispered against her lips, kissing her back with abandon. Gabe was positive that sex never felt like this with anyone else, and this wasn't even sex. Almost, yes, but even at almost it had never felt this good. He wondered why, but didn't have the mind to think through the reasons, so focused on feeling Claire touching him, and touching her, bringing her closer. Tonight wasn't supposed to go like this. He'd never thought it could go this good.
There she was, naked as the day she was born, laying in Gabe's bed. It wasn't something she had ever expected to happen, but she certainly wasn't complaining about it. And it was something she was determined not to regret in the morning. She was able to look at him completely naked now, and everything inside of her went warm and gushy when she saw he wanted her. It was the silly girlish part of her that was sure she would never tire of hearing that. "Want you too," Claire said, comfortable with the admission now. How could she deny it in this situation? She kissed him passionately, letting herself feel things she hadn't before. Her fingers closed around him again and she felt a spike of jealousy that other girls got to experience being intimate with him and she couldn't. The timing had always been off it seemed. Except for now. Only, even now they had limitations. "I like the way you feel," she said, the thought slipping past her lips without her even realizing it.
It wasn't fair that he couldn't have her, not at all, but he knew he'd have to live with it for now. Maybe eventually they'd take that step, but it didn't need to be a step taken on their first night together, not when neither of them could rationally make such a decision. Gabe was pretty sure his mind was gone completely, but that thought remained stable, preventing him from doing something he might regret or she might resent. He was almost certain that he wouldn't regret it, unless she changed her mind and... this was just the beginning of their relationship. It was too big a decision. Her words pulled him away from his mental debate, back to the land where she wanted him to, where she enjoyed touching him. Gabe smiled slightly against her lips, finding it harder and harder to speak. "You too," he murmured, fingers slipping back out of her to tease her clit.
All she needed to do was focus, or at least try to. She gasped and slipped her leg up to his hip again to give him less restrictive access to her. Claire tried to keep her attention on what she was doing to him, but it was damn near impossible when his fingers moved over her like that. She could already feel that pleasant pulsing sensation beginning to build between her legs. Licking her lips, Claire scooted a bit closer and brought her hand up to lick her palm quickly before she went back to stroking him. She knew some boys liked that, and surely it would feel better, right? God, she hoped she was doing this right. It wasn't that she didn't know how but she had never tried to this after drinking. She arched her hips against his hand, her breathing harsh and unsteady. Alcohol or not, this was by far the best experience she'd had in a long, long time, if ever.
Gabe whimpered softly as he watched her lick her hand, the feeling of it slipping around him so much better than it had been dry. When she hitched her leg up on his hip again, he could almost imagine he was inside of her, the way she pressed against him almost perfect, her hand a good substitute, even if not near as hot. "I want to come on you," he murmured, not entirely sure what possessed him to say so, other than maybe asking for her permission. He was so close that he really didn't think there was another option. He just wanted to mark her, wanted to claim her, and that was the best he could do. His fingers worked faster between her legs as he exerted a bit more pressure, pushing two fingers inside her. He could feel her, breathe her, his body surrounded by her so that there was nothing else. And it was perfect, his body trembling against hers as he felt completion hit.
"Oh god." She moaned loudly before gasping and quickening her strokes on him. It felt so good, she didn't know what else she could do but surrender to it. Claire didn't care where he came, her only focus was getting him there. If she had been thinking, she might have gone down on him, but that meant moving, and moving just wasn't an option at the moment. At the feel of a second finger slipping into her, Claire jerked her hips against his hand, desperate for that release. Finally she felt herself fall over, crying out loudly as the sensations pulsed deliciously through her. Her leg wrapped around him more tightly, wanting to keep him pressed against her through it. He swelled and throbbed in her hand, but she kept hold of him, not wanting to let go just yet.
He could count on one hand the number of times he'd felt a girl finish the exact same time as him. Rather than wonder how much better it would have been to be inside of her, he wondered how anything that wasn't actual sex could feel so good. There was his own body, taunt with release, and hers shaking, clenching around him. Gabe rested his forehead against her own, breathless from the ride. His fingers stroked her lazily, then gently slid out of her as he kissed her lips. "You. are. amazing," he whispered, his hand smoothing over her bare hip. Pressed against her now, he could feel the mess he'd made, feel his cock against her body with nothing in between them. He wondered if she found it near as erotic as he did. He could stay like this all night, though it might make quite a mess in the morning.
Claire was still trying to catch her breath now that her body was cooling off. She felt light headed, but in a really nice kind of way. She still felt flushed and damp between her legs, and she could definitely feel the wetness against her stomach where Gabe had finished. She'd... probably need a shower. But that also meant moving, which she was sure her bones would refuse to do at the moment. She supposed she ought to be thankful that he couldn't have sex with her, because she was pretty certain she would have crawled on top of him and taken him inside of her if she hadn't known their limitations. And even though she had come, a part of her still ached for that. Claire smiled sleepily against his lips. "That was the best body shot ever."
Gabe made a happy noise of approval, definitely agreeing. Wildest dreams couldn't have taken the body shot to this point, but that just went to show him he wasn't being creative enough. "Bet I can top it next time," he smiled, already thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. This had certainly broken the ice in a rather dramatic way, and he was no longer worried about how their first date would go. He had the feeling that things would just change naturally now, or so he hoped. "Wanna shower now or in the morning?" he asked, not yet pulling away from her. If she wanted to wait, he'd clean them off and they could sleep, otherwise he wouldn't mind sharing a shower with her. Wouldn't mind at all.
She managed to open her eyes, one brow quirking a bit at his boast. Next time. There was going to be a next time, wasn't there? The surrealness of the situation seemed to slam back into her all of the sudden. Claire shifted and leaned in to kiss him again. "Uhm, probably shower now... I don't want you to be sticky all night, then you'll have to change your sheets and stuff." She wondered if she ought to stay over. Probably. She had promised before anyway and she was sure Madock would cover for her. "Is that okay?" Maybe a hot shower would help get the hazy feeling to go away.
"Of course," he smiled, slowly pulling away from her after the kiss. His limbs felt heavy and he knew that was from the combination of sex and drinking, but he was feeling stable enough to stand in the shower. "Can I join you?" he asked, offering her a hand to sit back up. "I've never showered with a girl before." It was true, surprisingly enough. In fact, the number of girls that had actually stayed the night was rather small. But he wanted Claire to stay, wanted to wake up with her in the morning, even if they didn't stay up all night to watch the sun rise.
Claire took his hand and pulled herself up, feeling dizzy again. Thankfully she didn't think she was going to be sick. She felt too good for that. She blinked at his question and tried to imagine showering with him. She knew what he looked like wet. They had just been in the pool the day before. But wet and naked? Her heart skipped again and she tried not to roll her eyes at herself. This was not the time to become some kind of hormonal, silly... girl. "Yes... I've never showered with a boy either, and tonight seems to be a night of firsts so... why the hell not," she said with a small grin before making her way off his bed. "No one's here, right?"
He liked the idea that they could share something with each other than no one else had had, even if it was a shower. Seeing her there, naked and in his room, he felt his heart speed up again, and he had to tell himself to calm down. Her question gave him pause, and for a moment he closed his eyes and just listened, ears picking up every sound in the house. It was the first time he was glad to have such an ability, since he was in no position to walk through the house and check all the rooms. "No one's here," he said, opening his eyes as he stepped towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Just us."
"See? How cool is that? Super sonic hearing." Claire said with a grin. Her hands came up his chest to stop at his shoulders. Why did she think this would be a bad idea? Maybe she still had some doubts, and maybe she would think about them in the morning, but right now? Everything felt... right. She pushed up to kiss him again, a slower kiss, one meant to savor rather than the desperate ones they'd shared earlier. She didn't want way to say, always afraid whatever came out of her mouth would be the wrong thing. So kissing felt like the way to go.
Slow kisses, Gabe found, were even better than slightly drunken, frantic kisses. Not that those were bad, but these were amazing, and he'd thought the earlier ones couldn't be topped. "If we keep this up, I'm gonna need that shower to be cold," he said, smiling as he nuzzled her neck. He didn't want to break the kiss, but they weren't wearing enough to keep it sweet for much longer. "Come on," he said, tugging at her hand.
She followed him, feeling extremely self conscious now that they were out of bed and wandering around without clothes on. She trusted his hearing, but what if someone came back for something? Or... something! She flushed at the thought of being caught naked and covered in...well, Gabe. Not that it was something to be ashamed about! It was just all the worst possible scenarios were going through her head. "I didn't... er, plan for this to happen when I mentioned the body shots," Claire said with a small, sheepish smile.
"I didn't think you did," Gabe said, smiling back at her as he opened the bathroom door. While he didn't realize she was self concious, he understood that she might be, and the ability to shut and lock the bathroom door was always an option. His eyes raked over her approvingly and he shut the door behind them. "At most, I thought I'd get to kiss your stomach and you'd start laughing, then everything would go downhill from there," he said, smiling as he kissed her again. "And before that, I didn't think you'd let me do it at all."
Her smile was a bit wry after he kissed her again. "Maybe if you hadn't told me... everything already, I would have laughed. Or playfully pushed you away. But... I don't know." She was never good at expressing herself. It was even worse when she had been drinking. "It felt silly to deny that I wanted you to do it, you know?" Claire knew she had a page full of reasons why it might be a bad idea, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember any of them.
"I'm glad you didn't," Gabe said softly. "I was worried about asking for the shot, since, you know, my intentions were a bit more obvious." Gabe turned on the water, then faced her, taking her hands. "I wanted to tell you for a while, but I couldn't work up the nerve. I'm glad I finally did." He'd had too much to drink, sure, and he was still pretty drunk, but he knew what he was saying was true. These weren't thoughts he was having the first time, just things that he'd finally found the voice to say aloud.
"I am too." She nodded, and figured that this was probably a conversation they needed to have when they were more awake and sober. Claire tugged him into the shower with her, determined to enjoy this much at least. No thinking, no serious discussions... she'd had a really good night and she wanted to keep it really good up to the minute she fell asleep. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine," Claire joked lightly, letting the water rinsed the both of them off.
Gabe smiled, then climbed into the shower with her, immediately enjoying the feel of the warm water rushing across his body. Lazily, he pulled her to him as she teased, laughing softly in response. "I think that is an excellent idea," he grinned, already beginning to wash her body off. The night had been wonderful and couldn't possibly get any better. All they had left was to get clean and crawl into bed, where he planned to curl up with her until morning.
"What time is your mom suppose to be back tomorrow?" she asked, ignoring the amused part of her that realized she was making small talk with Gabe. In the shower. Naked. "We should make sure your house gets cleaned up and everything... she's not going to like, come in at six am, right?" Or was she gone all weekend? Claire couldn't remember. She grabbed the soap to wash him up, enjoying the feeling of him under her fingers.
"Mmm, eight o'clock?" Gabe said, thinking that was right. God, that was early. Way, way too early. "I can set my alarm, worry about cleaning in the morning." His hand moved over her stomach, washing the mess away. This was definitely surreal. He'd imagined a lot of things, but he'd never gotten to a casual shower with Claire. He'd have to say he liked it very much. "Will Madock cover for you?"
"I'll help you," Claire said, since she usually always helped anyway. "He'll cover. If mom asks, he'll tell her I stayed at... uhm, someone's house. A girl's, preferably." She smiled, feeling better now that she was getting washed up. She soaped him up and then set the bar of soap down before sliding her hands over his body along with the water. As long as his mom didn't get home earlier and catch them in bed together. Talk about awkward. "Maybe after we clean up, we can get some breakfast or something," Claire suggested. "And talk?" Because talking was probably a good idea.
"Preferably," Gabe chuckled. He was pretty sure Madock had the good sense not to tell their parents that Claire had stayed with a guy, ever, even if it was Gabe and their mother liked him. Honestly, Gabe wasn't sure how Madock would handle this, but then he didn't need to know exactly what had transpired, just that they'd gotten together finally. "Breakfast would be good," he smiled, picking up the soap and cleaning her off as she had him. He could get used to this, a soapy, sudsy Claire. "I promised you pancakes," he smiled. "And we can talk. Definitely." He knew they had to, but the morning was definitely better.
Claire was pretty sure Madock would be ecstatic that she and Gabe were together. He didn't need the know the details behind how it happened, but he had been the one encouraging her from the beginning. And if she didn't come home, and texted him that he needed to cover for her, she knew that Madock would get it. "Pancakes," Claire said with a grin. "Something to soak up the alcohol, right?" As long as she wasn't sick in the morning, everything would be okay. She so did not want to throw up jello shots in front of Gabe.
Hopefully they would be okay in the morning. Gabe reminded himself that they needed to drink a large glass of water a piece before they went to bed. That would at least cover for possibly being dehydrated. "Exactly," he smiled, setting down the soap so that he could rinse her body clean. "And if we don't feel like eating, then we can find coffee." Just in case. It might have been small talk, but it didn't feel like it. It just felt like he was taking a shower with a lover that he was very comfortable with. "All clean?" he asked, sliding his hands up the middle ofher back. "You know, sometime, when I'm a little more stable, I'd like to wash your hair for you." Right now, it made more sense to leave their hair dry.
She laughed a bit and then nodded. "I've never had someone want to wash my hair for me, but I guess you could be the first." Claire stepped back, out of the spray of water. "All clean." Pancakes and coffee sounded really good. As long as she drank water before going to bed. Otherwise that would be all she had in the morning. She wondered if she ought to ask him for a t-shirt to wear, or if he'd rather she, er, sleep nude. Claire decided to wait and see what he did first. "I think I'm definitely ready for sleep," she admitted with a tired smile.
Gabe turned off the water, placed a quick kiss on Claire's lips, then reached for a towel. He wrapped it around Claire with a little smile, then reached for one himself before stepping out of the shower. "If you wanna get ready for bed, get comfortable, then I'll be back in a second. With water," he promised, smiling even bigger when he saw her wrapped in his towel. This would give him the chance to lock the doors and turn off the lights, which she could use the bathroom and decide how she'd be most comfortable spending the night. "Be right back," he said, then slipped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.