Oh, thank god. Claire wasn't sure she could have waited much longer, and when he kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. How many times had she fantasized about doing this before? When he first moved to town, when they first became friends... she had pushed it away after he'd begun dating other girls, only occasionally allowing herself to think about it every now and then. But now she didn't have to do any of that. She could experience it for herself. Her fingers moved up into the hair at the nape of his neck, and she kissed him with the desperation and impatience that she had been feeling most of the night.
While Gabe hadn't been doing this for years, he'd had the past few months to focus on no one else but Claire. Now he didn't know why he hadn't noticed her before. It was probably for the best, seeing as how if they'd dated from the start he wouldn't have taken it seriously, but he couldn't believe on how much he'd missed out on. At least they both seemed determined to make up for lost time when they were together. He smiled into the kiss as her fingers moved into his hair, his hands dipping down into the back of her jeans, pulling her closer. He wasn't especially worried about her slapping his hands. After all, they were just getting started.
She had no intention of slapping his hands. She might have started giggling at the feel of his hands all over her, but that would have happened last night, and she had been too turned on to think about Gabe being the one touching her that way. It still felt unreal. Claire nibbled on his bottom lip, her hands falling away from his hair to slide down his chest to his waist. She gripped the material of his polo shirt before tugging it up just enough that she could slip her hands underneath it to his bare skin. Just touching him got her blood pumping. It wasn't fair that he could affect her that way, but she liked it too much to pout about it.
If she was gonna go for a little skin, Gabe was more than willing to help her out. The only difficult part was that his hands couldn't be in her pants and removing his shirt at the same time. Of course, they could always return, and once his polo shirt had been dropped on the ground, they moved right back into place. She felt so good in his arms, soft and warm, and he couldn't seem to get close enough. As he nipped back at her lips, his kisses moved down along her jaw, giving them both a chance to breathe. Breathing seemed so over-rated.
Claire inhaled sharply when he pulled his shirt off. She felt herself blush, despite having seen his body before. Both when they were friends, and last night. And his hands were on her ass! Maybe it was because they were outside, even though no one was around, but she felt like someone could wander by at any second, and it got her heart picking up pace. Still, Claire took advantage of the situation and ran her hands over his bare chest, her fingertips brushing along the muscle she felt there. Her eyes closed under the weight of sensations that flowed through at the feel of his lips on her skin and she didn't think anything had ever felt that good. "You have the nicest body," she marveled, not completely aware of what she was saying.
Gabe didn't mind being outside. He liked the fresh air and the quiet of the forest, and he was much more aware that they were alone. There was only her heart beat, and his, both beating faster by the second. His lips ran over her pulse at her neck, then his tongue. Her skin tasted even sweeter tonight, when he could remember it without the fog of alcohol in the way. "I like yours better," he said softly, inhaling deeply. Her scent was stronger now, either due to proximity or stronger arousal and he groaned, the sound moving into a little laugh. "I want to eat you up," he smiled, then kissed her jaw again, moving back to her mouth. "Would you feel better in the car?" he asked, since the more comfortable she was, the more she'd enjoy it.