Demands known, Ronan couldn't find a reason not to immediately cave. Had Mars even wanted to fight Gael off, that's what it would have taken - a fight. Reverie's body curled and cramped into the space between the cabin ceiling and the center console.
Hands on each other's naughty parts, Ronan somehow piloted his car safely off the road and into a fairly secluded part of the Westchester woods. Foot securely on the brake, both of Ronan's arms yanked Gael by the waist onto him. Her legs parted naturally for him and her tartan school uniform draped around them, a shield for their modesty - despite the pair's complete lack of it. His hand pulled the lever and reclined his driver's seat to the limit. Mars had already been freed of his denim and boxer burden, their important bits only separated by those destroyed white cotton briefs between Gael's thighs. Two of Ronan's knowing fingers eliminated that barrier, and the Irishman guided her hips into position.
Predictably, the real world was exponentially better than their dream encounters. What Ronan hadn't expected was how unprepared he'd been. A week of astral relations had only acted as foreplay for this moment. Mars was shook (something he'd sworn never to think or say) by the sensation of Reverie's body against his. The Irishman pulled her shoulders down to him, Ronan's sudden life preserver in the sea of turmoil they'd created. Their hips were wild for a moment until Mars forced her down then slowly worked them into unison.
"Fuck." He managed a real word, after a series of grunts and gasps. "C'mere." He kissed Gael with an intensity new to even the mutant tracker. His movements slowed, something Reverie understood by now meant that he was close. He searched her eyes, decided they needed to finish together, then felt himself release when her body tensed around him. Ronan's shoulders curled forward while he tensed then he dropped back into the seat - muscles exhausted. "Jesus," he panted, relaxed his legs then noticed the car had begun to roll forward. He finally slapped the gear shift into park with his palm and let out an out-of-breath-chuckle. "I love ye," he reminded Gael then pulled her into another snuggle.