<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"I don't know, It felt pretty nice to me, for a start.  But we can practice all you like... Relax, sweetheart. I don't bite."</em><br/><br/>He removed his hand from her breast as she explained that he wasn't going to be tossed from the back-seat before the journey had already begun. He grinned at her suggestion that it had been a good start but that more practice was required. He thought so too. He looked at the offending hand and wondered whether it really had 'offended' or whether it had just short-cutted a whole lot of stuff that he thought a 'good' person should work through before things got serious. On balance he thought that it was probably the latter.<br/><br/>He was still pondering on the hand when Monica leaned in and whispered into his ear.<br/><br/><em>"Unless you want me to.  Do you ... want me to, Gabriel?"</em><br/><br/>It was a flash of instinct that made him do it, but all evidence pointed to it being welcomed, or at least tolerated. He turned his head and kissed her cheek as she pulled back from him, still with that hypnotic and enigmatic semi-smile that seemed to say that she knew everything he was thinking - and thinking of doing - before he did. Well then, he hoped that the chaste (ish) peck on the cheek was at least a little surprising. She was wonderfully soft to kiss and even though he made this discovery every time he kissed a woman it was no less enjoyable to discover it again this time.<br/><br/>Pulling back, he nodded vociferously. "I do actually. Quite a lot." He told her, grinning a little less nervously than before.<br/><br/>The car rocked slightly, and he looked to the side to see the second half of the Eden Hotel sign disappear from view as Lauren's back pressed against the side of the car. Brett was moving in for the kill. Good for him. Gabe looked back to Monica now that he was upright and more or less no longer committing a faux-pas. "You're quite a lot of fun aren't you?" He asked her, not really needing her to say anything to know the answer. "I should stop worrying about putting my foot in anything and just roll with it shouldn't I? All bets are off and the normal rules of the game are suspended for Spring Break?"<br/><br/>In the full spirit of 'rolling with it', since he was nothing if not a quick learner, Gabe leaned in towards Monica and angled his head slightly so that his classically Roman nose didn't boff her nose as he moved to kiss her. He managed it well enough and felt the soft plumpness of her lips press against his. His hand, yes the offending one from before, slid around to her waist since he'd enjoyed that last time as well. His lips stayed pressed against hers for a second or two before he opened his mouth a little bit and willed her to do the same. She was still perfectly able to pull back or push him away but he hoped that she would not.<br/><br/>He slid his tongue along the top of her lip and flicked it delicately to- and fro- once against the lower front row of her teeth.  Satisfied that this had signalled his intent well enough for a first time, he pulled back and gave her as good an approximation of her own enigmatic smile as he could fashion on short notice.<br/><br/>"Question: Where were you thinking of biting anyway? You know, just so I can prepare."