<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"Well, done."</em>she said and he felt like he could almost have lost himself there and then in the seafood bar from nothing more than two whispered words into his ear. Two words. Two words from a woman he'd known barely five minutes and he already thought that he was in love.<br/><br/>Well alright, not<strong>love</strong>exactly, but certainly lust. Oh yes, a whole boat-load of lust. He'd never before experienced someone with quite so much oozing sexuality as Monica seemed to have and it was quite an experience. He was in love with the lust he was in with her. He stopped himself from giggling stupidly - what he wanted to do right now - and instead just nodded solemnly. Oh, and he rubbed his leg against her foot again. She rewarded him for doing that by pulling his hand under the table and onto her thigh.<br/><br/><em>"So ... you guys have a house?  That's nice - we were hoping for a place on the beach, but this was sort of a windfall celebration kind of thing."</em><br/><br/>He let Brett explain about the house because he was more than likely to admit that it wasn't theirs or something and that he'd really just wanted to see if the eight ohm capacitor thing was actually a thing. Brett, of course, didn't let on that it wasn't their house because he wasn't a doofus.<em> "I've got a fast car just down the street, could get us to our house pretty quickly..."</em>See, that kind of thing just never occurred to Gabe to say at all.<br/><br/><em>“A fast car, steaks, a hot tub…. ? Why, that sounds just delightful, doesn’t it, Monica?”</em><br/><br/>Gabe grinned at that. For the second time tonight he was really enjoying it that a plan had come together.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">~~~+~~~+~~~+~~~</span></span></strong></div><br/>"Hmm? The Best Western parking lot? Well, um, it just looked a little better lit than the public lot and anyway there was a space and no one bothered us." He was winging it and probably making a total hash of it as well. He was walking alongside Monica and Brett was walking with Lauren over from the bar up the street. After an awkward moment or two he'd slipped an arm around Monica's waist and had kept it there ever since. He liked the way she felt under his hand as she moved; it was kind of like a sway, never too extreme but never 'just' a walk either. He wondered whether she was a dancer or something. Maybe he'd ask her about that later on. For the moment he didn't want to say anything stupid and have the whole crazy idea come crashing down around his ears.<br/><br/>"Shall we get in the back?" He asked Monica. Of course the sensible thing would have been for the two women to get in the back together and for he and Brett to be in the front. He was rather glad that 'sensible' seemed to be having the night off tonight though. Brett bleeped the alarm off and Gabe pulled the door open for Monica. He held her hand so that she could get in and he pointedly didn't oggle anything as she did so. Instead he looked over to Brett to raise an eyebrow that things were going so well.<br/><br/>It was a bit of a tight squeeze to get into the back seat with just one door and the bucket front seats weren't helping. Monica managed it, however, and a squeeze of his hand from her had him turning back from looking over at Brett to look at her. He gave<strong>her</strong>a squeeze then to signal that he was going to let go so that he could walk around to the other side and get in on that side when, instead of her letting go, she yanked him smartly towards her and into the rear seat with her.<br/><br/>"Ooop!" He cried at the surprise yank. She'd caught him totally off balance and he was powerless to do anything other than exactly as she'd intended for him to do - which was collapse in a heap essentially on her lap.<br/><br/>"I.. Oh crap. I'm so. Oops. Beg your, um.. That... Did not mean to... Was that your...? Oh Jeez..."<br/><br/>Technically he was 'in' the back seat. He was certainly inside the rear of the vehicle but he was sprawled across Monica's lap, face down, with his lap on her lap. He pushed himself up and that was when the real trouble started. Wherever he was pressing was<strong>her</strong>. She was ever so soft. Well, the parts that he seemed to be pressing against were soft. Most of them were under material, at least, so there was that but he wasn't really supposed to be touching any of them quite like this. He decided to power through it, right himself and turn around as quickly as possible. It was ungainly and he was taking liberties but it would be over soon and he could apologize properly again. Profusely. Yes indeed, profusely.<br/><br/>He got most of the way with righting himself, pressing against her as he did so when her hand somehow managed to slide on top of his hand, trapping his in place. That part was the softest part yet that he'd accidentally pushed against.<br/><br/>"Oh Jeez." He said again, now realizing exactly what it was that he was touching of hers. It was very definitely soft but there was a little bud that was pert and firm and pressing into his palm; more strongly now because of her hand pressing against his. He turned his head and his eyes locked on Monica's. Again it was her eyes that were completely mesmerizing. She should have been mad at him. Hell, she should have been furious at him. Instead she was just looking at him calmly as he had his hand on her breast.<br/><br/>"I could have done that a little more smoothly couldn't I?" He offered as commentary on his entrance. He pulled his hand off her breast now and she didn't stop him. He turned quickly and pulled the door shut behind him. He turned back to Monica and looked at her again. If she was going to slap him, now was the time.