<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>The kiss on the cheek had been surprising, but it was rather sweet.  Perhaps it was all the sweeter for the fact that this time he didn't blush or get all awkward, he just admitted that he did want her to bite.  Oh, the quiet ones ... or maybe he was just quiet when held up against the measuring stick of his friend, who seemed to have cut right through all the expected hesitations from Lauren with a few smooth words.<br/><br/>It occurred to her, for a moment, that in some respects she might be playing with fire.  She had no expectations that any of this would be anything more than a magical vacation, and she'd go home sore but happy, and with a few memories to spice up those nights when her vibrator held more appeal than anything that didn't come with an on/off switch and a constant supply of batteries.  Was Lauren as practical-minded, or was she going to end up getting hurt?<br/><br/>For a moment, as Gabriel admired the scenery, Monica stared at the golden curls, and the hint of a smile against the colors of the neon sign that painted her face in ways that were exotic, even a little dangerous, and neither of those terms were ones she'd dubbed Lauren in the privacy of her mind.  She was, Monica decided, overthinking it.  Lauren would be fine.  This wasn't Vegas, but what happened on Spring Break, no matter your age, wasn't meant to last or travel with you except as a magical memory.  It was a grab for freedom, and all the things you'd always thought about doing but never dared.  In the real world, they could bite you on the ass, and not playfully as she was considering biting Gabriel's.<br/><br/>God knew that she was nobody's mother hen, and Lauren looked anything but in need of protection, giving where her hands seem to be.  Good for her, and good for Monica too, because that meant she could pack away that miniscule little worry and concentrate on having a good time.<br/><br/>That coincided with catching just a glimpse of Gabriel staring at his hand, as if he was wondering if he'd really just groped her breast -- because it might have started accidental but it had ended anything but.  Monica smothered a smile.<em> "Well, sugar,  I think I'm about as much fun as you can have in the back seat of a car, or just about anywhere else, given the right company and the right circumstances.  Why don't you answer that question for me tomorrow mor... afternoon." </em>She corrected him, smiling, letting her hand rest on his leg, more or less innocently.  It was vacation, and sleeping until noon seemed a just reward, particularly after a strenuous evening, though she might be convinced to stir earlier for the right incentive, so long as it didn't involve leaving the bed. Rolling with it sounded like good advice, even if she figured that the 'normal' rules of the game might not be the same for any of the four of them in the car, but if it eased his worry, she was happy to give smiling agreement, and another squeeze.<br/><br/>Her smile only deepened as he leaned, moving over her for a kiss, which he was obviously thinking too hard about.  Rather than criticize the initiative, Monica leaned away from the seat, and let her hand squeeze his leg as lips parted, moving with soft deliberation against his, and making a soft murmur of approval as she felt the tickle of his tongue.  There was a little bit of her that wanted to play the cougar, pushing him back against the seat while she demonstrated that there was no need to be shy at all about the energetic use of tongues in a kiss ... but that might have undone all the lovely strides he had taken on her own.<br/><br/>She squeezed again as he broke the kiss, their smiles almost mirror images as they stared at each other, both well pleased with the way things were going.  There was, after all, no real need to hurry.<br/><br/><em>"Where?"  </em>Her lips quirked again as she pretended to consider, cocking her head to one side as her eyes dropped to his lip, then meandered down to the pulse she could see at the collar of his shirt, and lower still, picking a few key spots for starters before eventually dropping with only the tiniest hint of subtlety to his crotch and lingering there with relish before meeting his eyes as her smile grew broad, with more than a hint of playful challenge.<br/><br/>If he didn't gulp, or at least find it necessary to make some sudden adjustments, she was going to be mightily disappointed.<br/><br/><br/>